Part three
While Allie and Meredith soaked up the sun by the pool Derek repainted the old fence a few feet away from them. It was going very slowly, mainly because his mind was far away from fence painting and his gaze was stuck on Meredith lying by the pool. No matter how hard he tried to steer his thinking to something else than fantasies of her in his bed, or anywhere really, it just wouldn't. It was like she had a hold on him and wouldn't let go. So the day went by as a lazy one for all of them and soon it was dusk.
"I'll make us something for dinner," Derek offered as they entered the house.
"Thanks," Allie said as she yawned a bit.
"You're really tired from doing nothing all day?" Derek mocked.
"It's very tiring," she smiled tiredly.
"Okay," he chuckled. "So, what do you want for dinner?"
"I don't know. Mer, what do you want?"
"I don't know, something Italian," Meredith said.
"I feel like pizza," Allie agreed.
"Okay, do we have everything we need?" Derek asked.
"I think so," Allie replied as they walked into the kitchen and started checking the cabinets and the fridge.
"We don't have any onions. There's no pizza without onions," Derek said when they'd gathered everything they needed.
"I'll run down to the store while you start making the dough," Allie offered.
"You want me to go with you?" Meredith asked as she let out a small yawn.
"That's okay," Allie giggled. "It's just around the corner I won't be long at all."
"Thank you," Meredith sighed as she propped herself onto the kitchen counter and Allie headed upstairs to change before going to the store.
She watched as Derek moved around the kitchen effortlessly seeming to know exactly what he was doing. "Do you want any help?" she asked after a little while.
"No," he said with a chuckle. "I was to make sure you two wouldn't try and cook anything, remember?"
"That and make sure we won't have sex for the entire summer. You should know your sister is not fun to hang out with when she's sexually frustrated," Meredith sighed as she leaned back resting her head against the wall behind her.
"Don't say sister and sex in the same sentence," Derek frowned.
"Sorry," she laughed. "It's just..." she paused for a bit.
"What?" he then asked.
"Nothing," she shrugged.
"Tell me," he said turning away from the dough and facing her.
"I don't know what I was going to say," she said smiling innocently. She shrugged as she sat up, the strap of the white see-through summer dress she had slipped on over her bikini falling down her left shoulder.
"I don't believe you," he said walking over to where she was sitting and came to stand directly between her slightly parted legs.
"You don't?" she asked in a low voice his face now only inches from hers.
"No," he answered staring straight into her eyes, looking at her like he could see straight through her again. Making her feel so exposed she could just as well have been sitting butt naked there with her every secret written on her forehead.
"You're right, I was lying," she admitted her voice still low as his gaze went down to her full lips, resting there for a moment before descending further down to her bare shoulder.
"What were you going to say?" he asked, his breathing becoming ragged from the close proximity.
"Doesn't matter," she said just above a whisper as their eyes met again. She then felt the feather light touches of his fingertips on her bare knees and inhaled sharply, their eyes still locked. His fingers slowly traced imaginary patterns on her thighs reaching the hem of her dress and continuing their movements underneath it as their faces stayed mere inches apart. His hands reached even higher, lightly tracing the line where the fabric of her bikini bottoms met her bare skin. She felt if as her heart was beating out of her chest. Her breath came out in short pants as her chest heaved.
He knew there were probably a thousand reasons why he shouldn't be doing this. But none of them mattered in that moment. He let his fingers follow the line of her bikini bottoms over her hips. When he reached the soft skin of her butt he roughly grabbed it pulling her flush against him letting her feel exactly how much he wanted her. Her chest was pressed against his and he tilted his head so his mouth caressed her ear letting her feel his hot breath on her skin.
"Tell me anyway," he whispered before taking her earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it gently. His hands were still firmly on her ass holding her tight to him.
"I was just going to say ... that your... your sister doesn't seem to have a problem with discussing your se... uhm... your sex life," she managed to get out but the words coming out as more of a whimper.
"What did she say?" he asked as he bit lightly down on her earlobe before descending to her neck.
"I... she said..." Meredith stumbled. Her body was on fire. She shivered everywhere he touched her.
"Answer me!" he growled as he continued to nip and bite on her neck, surely leaving marks.
"She said I should distract you," Meredith finally managed to breath out.
"She said that?" he asked again, his hands finally leaving her butt and starting to roam down her thighs.
"I... yeah," she whimpered as his fingers went back up her inner thigh and gently stroked her bikini covered mound, finding a warm wet spot.
"And how would you do that?" he asked as he continued leaving a trail of kisses and light bite marks down her chest.
"I..." she inhaled deeply as he tugged the strap of her dress further down so that he had better access to her breast, his other hand still between her legs.
"You what?" he urged as he tugged the fabric covering her breast away and descended his mouth to it.
"I would... oh god!" she moaned as he took her nipple in his mouth and at the same time slipped his fingers underneath her bikini bottoms. But right in that moment the sound of the front door opening swiftly caused them to pull apart. Derek quickly turned back to the dough he'd left half-done on the counter and Meredith tried desperately to fix her bikini and her dress taking deep breaths to try and calm down. A few seconds later Allie came bursting through the kitchen door.
"So, how's the dough coming?" Allie asked.
"Almost done," Derek answered in a flat tone without looking up at his sister.
"Great," she smiled and then she turned to her friend who sat on the counter with a blush in her cheeks. "Are you okay Mer? You look a little flushed, are you sure you're feeling well?" she said with concern in her voice as she brought her hand up to Meredith's forehead.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little dazed from, you know, the sun," Meredith replied trying to sound normal.
"Okay then," Allie answered.
"Actually, I think I'm going to have a quick shower while the pizza's in the oven."
"Sure," Allie answered. "Derek, how long till the pizza's ready?"
"What?" he snapped his up and tried to get the image of Meredith taking a shower out of his head.
"When is dinner ready?" Allie asked again.
"Umm... half an hour," he said turning back to the pizza, the image of Meredith rubbing soap over her full breasts still running through his head. Boy, this was not good.
"Great," Meredith answered turning on her heels and heading upstairs. When she entered her room she collapsed on the bed and tried to steady her breathing. This was not good. She was supposed to be the one in control. She was supposed to the one with the upper hand. And right now, she wasn't. And it sure as hell wasn't supposed to go this far. He was Allie's older brother. He was seven years older than she. And if Allie hadn't come back she probably would have had sex with him right there on the kitchen counter. This was very very bad.
When the pizza was in the oven, Derek stepped outside for a bit to try and clear his head. It was funny how this girl managed to push all morals out of his head. Normally he wouldn't get near a girl this young. He would stay away from his sister's best friend. He wouldn't have sex with someone he'd known for one day on his parents' kitchen counter. He knew she was messing with him, teasing him. It was all too obvious. But she was good at it. And that look in her eyes as she sat there on the counter, her legs slightly apart from each other, the strap of her see-through dress fallen down exposing the curve of her flawless breast, her hair up in a messy pony tail. Even though he knew she was playing with him, he was pretty sure she had no idea just how she affected him. Fine, he thought. Let her play with him all she wants. But hopefully she knew by now that two can play this game.
