Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from 'Life with Derek'

WARNING: This chapter contains words, thoughts, and actions not suitable for people under the age of sixteen. Read at your own risk, you have been warned! (Dasey/ small lemon-lime)

Summer Vacation

Chapter Two

As the jeep rolled into the gravel driveway of a huge, brown cabin Derek sighed with contentment and Casey stretched in her seat. Both were weary from the ride. Casey stepped out of the jeep, straightened her shirt and marched towards the cabin. Derek ran past her, catching the keys George threw and bounding to the door, he opened it with two seconds to spare, which he used to sidestep as Casey made a sorry attempt to push him. "Der-ek!" she yelled as she stumbled across the threshold. Ok, Derek thought, he shouldn't have done that, but he couldn't resist. He secretly loved when she said his name like that. He smirked as he walked in after her. "Not my fault your such a klutz, Case."

Casey was fuming, but held it in because she remembered her promise to herself, she was going to have a good vacation, even if it killed her! She ignored Derek for the moment and took in the surroundings. The cabin was beautiful! All the walls were a deep, glossy, mahogany color, as was most of the furniture. There was a living room with a big screen TV, with all the works (surround sound, dvd, vhs, radio, etc.) and a nice comfy green couch with two matching chairs. The dining room was right next to the living room, it contained a big, beautiful, antique, mahogany dining table with matching chairs and a fireplace. The kitchen was sort of small, but would serve its purpose. There were two closed-door bedrooms, one bathroom, and a loft with two more beds. The east side of the house was completely covered by windows. Casey heard it was a sight at sunrise. Casey did a little jump of joy, and ran up the stairs to claim the loft bed with the best view of the windows. Unfortunately though, when she got there, she found that Derek had already claimed it. Somewhere between yelling at him, and looking at the scenery, Derek had managed to slip by her and lug half his things in the house and onto the bed.

Derek gave Casey a smug smile as he laid down on the bed, linking his hands behind his head. "Sorry Case, this one's mine." Casey frowned, took a deep breath, forced a smile and tried to compromise. "Yes Derek, I see that, but I was wondering, that since this is the McDonald family's first trip here, that I could have this bed. Please?!" she added. Derek considered it for a second, then replied flatly, "no". "ugh," Casey heaved, " you're impossible!" She was about to stalk away, when called her back. "wait!" he said, "I'll give you the bed,... if you kiss me." he said smugly. "WHAT!" Casey cried in mock horror, a rosy color seeping into her cheeks, "No way!". And with mock disgust, she stalked to the other loft bed and sat down, spine straight and 'hmphed' and a turned her head. She waited until Derek got down the stairs before letting out her breath.

Damn him!, she thought. Now she couldn't get it out of her head. Kissing Derek. Everywhere she looked, she imagined them hooking up! On the bed, on the couch, in the bathroom, on the table, it was crazy! Casey needed some air. She walked down the stairs and out of the house. There were a few stone steps leading to a landing with a cute swing. She followed them down and took a seat. Swinging and humming to herself, she tried to clear her thoughts. She was attracted to Derek, that much she knew, but did his comment about the kissing mean he liked her back, or was he just trying to gross her out? Casey was confused. "Men!" she exclaimed and continued to swing until dinner.

Derek had been able to get away by doing the shopping for dinner. As he drove, he pondered why he had said that to Casey. He had meant just to flat out deny her, not offer her the bed if she would kiss him! Where had that come from? Not that he didn't want her to kiss him, because he kinda did, just that it was weird, and not natural of him to say something like that. Least of all to Casey. Maybe it was the car ride that had his mind in the gutter. If she hadn't done her little sleeping sex stunt in the car, he wouldn't be thinking of kissing her and doing her everywhere he looked. How could he be so attracted to his step-sister?! It was beyond him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could put his feelings off. He was pretty certain that tomorrow at the beach, he'd best plan to stay in the water the whole time, or everyone would see how he felt when she strutted around in her little bikini. ugh, what the hell was he going to do?

Dinner went pretty well, Casey decided. Derek actually bought the right food, and he also hadn't bothered her since the bed incident. Which Casey was eternally grateful for. She was getting changed into capris and a thin long sleeve shirt, because Nora had suggested that they all have a nice night-walk along the beach. Casey grabbed a small plastic basket which she would put shells in, and a flashlight to look for them. George carried a couple nets out to the car, apparently the boys like to try and catch ghost crabs at night. They all piled into the minivan, since they could fit with the luggage removed, and headed to the beach.

Once there, Derek and Edwin bolted out, racing to the ocean. Derek won of course. Lizzie and Casey, being more civilized, walked unhurriedly towards the ocean, looking for shells along the way. Casey looked up at the beautiful, clear night sky and sighed. It was gorgeous out! There was a slight, warm breeze and when Casey took a deep breath in, she could smell the salt of the water and feel the soft sand beneath her feet. What a wonderful feeling! She and Lizzie walked slowly along the bank of the waves looking for shells for Lizzie and hers' collection. After a while, Lizzie decided to join Edwin in the hunt for ghost crabs. Casey was getting tired of looking herself, so she decided to lounge in a dune for awhile. And it wasn't long before thoughts of a certain step-brother came to mind. The dream! This night feels just like the dream had! Casey smiled contentedly to herself and let her imagination wander to the dream. Then she was rudely interrupted when a blast of sand came at her. "Der-ek!" She screamed. She shot up to face him only to discover that she couldn't open her eyes because of the sand. A soft, warm hand cupped her shoulder and steered her off. She was instructed to sit down with push on her legs and she felt a cold cloth cover her eyes. "I'm sorry Case," it was Derek, "I didn't mean to get you covered in sand, there was a crab right next to you and I though I could catch it before it pinched ya, but I guess my aim was off. I'm really sorry the sand got in your eyes, here, this should help" he said as he helped her gently rub the cloth over her eyes. Derek really hadn't meant for that to happen, he just didn't want her screaming about the crab touching her, so he thought he'd eliminate the threat, but only managed to make the situation worse by sending sand flying everywhere, even into Casey's eyes.

Casey gingerly opened one eye to test it, it stung a little, but she could see. She opened the other and focused on the face in front of her own. It was Derek's, and he was so close, their noses were nearly touching. He looked really worried. I guess he really was sorry, she thought. She smiled and took his face in her hands and gently placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. "It's okay, I forgive you." She dropped her hands stood up and walked to the car, where the rest of the family was already headed.

Derek sat back on his heels, stunned. A goofy little half-smile appeared on his face. She kissed me! he thought! She not only didn't yell at me but she kissed me! he thought dumbly. "C'mon Derek!" George yelled, "Or we'll leave without you!" Derek got up dusted himself off and sprinted to the van. As he threw open the door, he gave Casey a brilliant smile and as he took his seat next to Edwin, his gaze lingered long enough to catch a glimpse of a blush coloring Casey's cheeks before George tore off towards the cabin.

It was about 11:00 when they arrived back at the cabin. Marty had fallen asleep, and Lizzie and Edwin would soon follow suit if they didn't get to bed quick. George and Nora kissed the kids goodnight and tucked Marty in with them. Lizzie and Edwin both fell into their beds. The house was quiet. Casey took the opportunity to ceaze the bathroom and take a shower. The warm stream felt good on her skin as she washed away her cares. She grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower, wrapping it around herself simultaneously. She stopped short when she noticed that Derek was poised at the sink, toothbrush in mouth staring at her. Casey blushed and pulled the towel tighter around herself. "Derek!" she whispered, so as not to wake the rest of the family, "what are you doing?! Can't you see I was taking a shower?!" Derek just kept staring at her like he couldn't believe she was there. Casey sighed, "just get out please!" and she pushed him out the door.

Derek knew she had been in there, and had every intention of just barging in and being expected to get yelled at, but she hadn't even heard him enter. That's why he was so stunned when she just walked out of the shower like he wasn't there. He was even more surprised that she hadn't screamed at him, just asked him to leave. Then it hit him, she was only wearing a towel, a very thin towel at that. One that left very little to the imagination. Derek could feel the heat surge to his waist and he quickly sprinted up the stairs to his bed in the loft and hid himself under the covers. He pretended to be asleep, but minutes later, he heard the bathroom door open and Casey's bare feet on the hardwood floor. He could hear her come up the stairs, she paused in front of his bed before moving to her own. He heard her sigh then saw the room go darker as she turned off the light. Derek relaxed and sank back into his mattress, hands above his head. He slowly started to feel his eyes grow heavy as his mind wandered elsewhere to thoughts of Casey.

Derek awoke with a sigh, he had had an amazing, erotic dream that involved him, Casey and nothing in between except the wet sand of the ocean. He also had a hard-on when he awoke, and realizing he had awaken before anyone else, he took the opportunity to steal the bathroom, take a shower and relieve himself before anyone saw him. Apparently though, he failed to notice that Casey's body was not in her bed and as he reached for the door handle, it swung open in front of him and out walks Casey barely dressed in a thin, silk nitie that barely covered her butt and was practically transparent on her tan skin. Seeing Casey in it made Derek ache harder and just as Casey was about to give him a flustered "hi" her eyes drifted south to the growing bulge in his boxers. As she let out a small 'gasp', he quickly regained his composure and managed to walk past her, into the bathroom and shut the door. He ran to the shower and turned it on cold and cursed himself for being so overly hormonal. After his 20 min cold shower, he was finally calm enough to get out, though he was pretty sure that one look at Casey in her bikini and it would happen all over again. Derek slowly made his way back up to the loft avoiding eye contact with everyone, since that family was all up now, and went to get dressed in his trunks.

Casey sat on her bed dumbfounded. Had I done that to him? She thought. She knew she looked damn good in that nitie, but she hadn't expected that kind of reaction from Derek. She blushed at the thought. It was a pretty big bulge. She thought. It might not be so bad to see it without the boxers on. She put on a saucy little smile as she dressed in her tightest, sexiest bikini, thinking only of Derek the whole time. She decided that she couldn't hold her feelings off for much longer. She wanted Derek, and he clearly wanted her so tonight would be the night. And when she showed off for him today, she planned on getting a reaction out of him again, only this time, she planned on being the one to relieve him.

Hey all!

Sorry for the wait. I've been pretty busy lately. I hope you enjoyed it! And thank you all who reviewed or posted me as a fav author or story, I've never had so many responses before!

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Kay

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