Chapter 13

SAMUEL’S POV

I stood at the bottom of the stairs, internally debating whether to go upstairs and talk to Lily when the sound of knocks on the front door interrupted my thoughts. I took a deep breath and went to answer it, finding John, Peter, and Mike, my band members, outside.

“What are you guys doing here?” I asked, confused.

John was holding a crate of beer and shrugged.

“We're here for rehearsal,” he replied simply.

Peter smiled and nudged my arm. “You do remember rehearsal is at your place this time, right?” he reminded me.

I nodded, feeling guilty.

“My bad, totally slipped my mind,” I admitted. “A few things came up...”

Before I could explain further, Lily came down the stairs and questioned me about her belongings in the car.

“When are you getting my stuff out of the car, Samuel?” she asked, her voice laced with irritation.

I looked at her sternly, feeling compelled to respond firmly.

“I'm not your servant, Lily,” I replied.

She glared at me, visibly annoyed, and demanded the car keys.

“Then give me the keys to your car,” she retorted, her voice firm.

I stared back at her, maintaining my stance.

“Get the keys and do it yourself,” I retorted. “But afterward, get out of my way because I have a rehearsal to attend.”

She acquiesced and headed towards the car. Meanwhile, my friends stared at me, clearly confused and shocked by the situation.

“Why is the band's fan here at your house, Samuel?” Mike asked, frowning.

John was dumbfounded. “Why are her things in your car?” he questioned, incredulous.

Peter looked at me, awaiting an explanation. I sighed, trying to find the right words to explain the mess my life had become.

“It's a long story,” I responded with a resigned sigh as I ushered them inside the house.

***

We were in the garage, tuning our instruments, when I opened up about what had happened earlier that day. I told John, Peter, and Mike that my mother, Samantha, had married Doug Thompson, the same guy she had been cheating on my late father with. And the cherry on top? Lily, the girl I slept with after the festival, was Doug's daughter, now my step-sister.

Mike's eyes widened as he let out an incredulous sigh.

“Dude, this sounds like something out of the Turkish series my mom loves to watch,” he commented, looking bewildered by the twist.

John chuckled and made a comparison.

“I bet in your mom's series, the siblings don't sleep together,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Peter, on the other hand, recalled a similar storyline from a book he had read.

“I read a book about dragons that had a plot like this,” he shared, suggesting that the situation was more common than one might think.

John interjected, looking pensive.

“Is that the one with the blonde woman?” he said, grimacing. “If so, I think it got turned into a series...”

The conversation veered into possible TV adaptations, and I sighed, trying to bring the focus back to reality.

“What if we go back to the fact that this is happening to me in real life?” I proposed, feeling frustrated with the superficiality of the conversation.

John seemed to understand my frustration and expressed his sympathy.

“Sorry, man. But it's really insane,” he commented, trying to find the right words to comfort me.

Peter acknowledged how tough the situation was for me.

“It must be even worse knowing that the guy you hated is now your stepdad,” he observed, acknowledging the irony of the situation.

Anger boiled up inside me as we discussed.

“Exactly. That's what infuriates me the most,” I admitted, feeling my rage intensify with every thought of Doug.

Mike then decided to chime back into the conversation.

“You know, once my mom watched a Turkish series where one of the guys decided to get back at his mortal enemy by marrying the enemy's daughter,” he shared, his expression thoughtful.

I rolled my eyes, already anticipating the Turkish series connection.

“I get it, Mike. Your mom loves those series,” I replied, trying to keep my patience.

Mike seemed a bit taken aback but continued.

“But the idea is solid, man. You could marry Lily to get back at Doug, it'd be like a masterstroke,” he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

John, enthusiastic about Mike's suggestion, agreed.

“That might be a good idea. Not the part about marrying the girl, but using Lily to get back at Doug would be perfect revenge,” he supported, thinking of possible strategies.

I looked at Mike and John, considering the suggestion.

“How do you think that would be possible?” I asked, curious to hear their plans.

***

I was in my room, somewhat groggy after the band rehearsal and a bit of beer, when I heard my phone ring. I reached for my phone, rubbing my eyes as the caller ID displayed my mother Samantha's name. Furthermore, I answered, still half-asleep, preparing myself to hear what she had to say.

“Samantha, what do you want?” I asked, yawning as I tried to focus.

On the other end of the line, my mother sounded a bit hesitant. “Sorry to wake you, honey. I need to ask you a favor.”

I sighed, already anticipating it wouldn't be something I'd want to do.

“What is it?” I asked, resigned.

Samantha explained that since Lily was now living with us, I would have to drive her to school in the morning, at least until she and Doug returned from their honeymoon. I couldn't help but feel irritation course through my body.

“Why though? Lily has legs; she can walk herself or call a taxi,” I responded, my voice tinged with frustration.

My mother pleaded, using a “please” she knew I'd have a hard time refusing. I shook my head, starting to get annoyed.

“Mom, I'm tired. I rehearsed late with the band,” I complained, feeling unfairly treated.

That's when Samantha decided to appeal to what she knew would be my weak point.

“I promise if you do this for me, I'll buy you that new guitar you've been wanting so badly,” she offered.

My eyes lit up at the promise of something I had wanted for so long.

“Fine, whatever you want,” I relented, knowing I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of that reward.

Samantha effusively thanked me, and I replied with a quick “you're welcome” before hanging up.

I leaned back on the bed, satisfied with the deal I had just made. After all, a new guitar was worth much more than a few lost hours of sleep, right?

***

I got out of bed with a yawn, my eyes still half-closed from sleepiness. I grabbed a shirt and jeans from the floor of my messy room and went out to look for Lily around the house.

“Lily, it's time to go,” I called out, hoping to hear her reply echo through the corridors, but all I got was silence.

I climbed the stairs to the second floor, where her room was. When I got there, I found Lily sleeping peacefully in her bed. A mischievous smile formed on my lips as I watched her, dressed only in one of my band's T-shirts.

An idea began to form in my mind, something that could bring a bit of fun to my morning. Careful not to wake her, I sat down next to her and began to stroke her soft hair.

Then I started kissing her from her neck down to her breasts, biting at her nipples over the top of her t-shirt... very lightly, alternating with a little pressure. She gave that delicious little moan and moved.

I saw that my plan was starting to work. I continued down, biting her ribs, kissing her belly and moving up her shirt.

Furthermore, I stopped at his waist, by his belly button and went down to his groin, licking the hollow between his legs and thighs.

I ran the tip of my tongue over her sex. She then moaned louder. I decided to put on a show. I stopped and pulled away. Her voice came to me in a little protest:

“What are you doing?”

I didn't answer, I just started kissing her vaginal lips with my tongue... Just then, Lily grabbed my head.

The horniness took over! My tongue ran the length of her sex from top to bottom, from bottom to top, I made circles with my mouth, brushing and clamping my teeth. She was completely wet.

She grabbed me tightly. That was the sign that she was feeling that sensation we love so much.

I continued with my “work” on the tip of my tongue, right on her clitoris, alternating fast and slow, circles and sucks. Then she said:

“I'm going to come...” And she grabbed my ears, lifted her body in compulsive shudders, exploding in a delicious orgasm.

Lily was startled when she realized what we'd done, her eyes meeting mine with surprise, even more so for having reciprocated.

“Hi, good morning,” I murmured, keeping a gentle smile on my lips. “Time to get up and go to school.”

I left Lily's room, leaving her dazed and perhaps a little confused, but I couldn't help smiling as I remembered the surprise on her face.