A Time for Discovery

That night, their mother walked into the door and had barely closed it when she announced, "Good news, kids!"

Samantha greeted her. "Did we win the lottery?"

"I didn't but you did," she replied cryptically. "Yang can move back in with his sponsor family and you get your room back!"

"That is good news," Phil said as he cast an involuntary glance towards Samantha. She was difficult to read.

Phil helped Samantha move her belongings back to her room. He didn't know how to begin.

"Thanks, Sam. For being the best roommate I've had," Phil said.

"You aren't so difficult to live with either, Phil," Samantha replied. "And besides, I'm the only roommate you've had."

He didn't know what else to say, so Phil said nothing and returned to his room.

That night, he had a hard time going to sleep. No matter which position he chose, he just couldn't get comfortable. An hour went by and he was still no closer to sleep.

He was just about to get up to look for a book or a movie when he heard his door slowly creak open. It was dark but he instantly recognized the silhouette as she quietly closed the door behind her. Phil felt relieved but he was also confused as to why. He forced the thought out of his mind and just accepted the fact that she was...important to him and that he missed her.

As Samantha approached the bed, Phil could see that she was only wearing a short tank top and panties.

"Phil, are you awake? Can I sleep with you?" she whispered.

"You have your own room now." Phil wasn't sure why he said that. "What will mom and dad say?"

"They're always gone in the mornings. You know that."

Phil didn't reply but just pulled the covers back, offering her a space. She crawled into bed and immediately cuddled up next to him.

"Thanks. I couldn't sleep," Samantha said.

"Me either," Phil admitted. He put his hand on her hip. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she pressed harder into him. He could feel the point of her hip through the waistline of her panties and started to trace little circles around it.

"Sam?" Phil said.

She rolled over so that she was now directly facing him. His hand was now on her other hip.

"Yeah?" she replied. Their faces were close together.

"Thank you for being such a good friend." He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Right back at ya," she said before touching her nose to his and rolling over again. She fell asleep to the gentle touch of his hand moving back and forth over her side and hip.

Samantha's breathing slowed and took on a more slumbered tone. Phil realized that she was asleep. What was happening? For the past year, Samantha had just been a sometimes annoying little sister. These past few weeks he felt like he had never really known her at all. Yet here he was touching her soft skin.

He liked tracing the line from her narrow waist to where it widened out to her hip. He realized he was just inches from her butt. She was still asleep... Phil moved his hand from her hip until it was resting on her ass. He explored to the bottom of her pantyline and over to her other cheek. Her ass felt amazing in his hand. Phil had as hard an erection as he'd ever had.

Phil thought he had pushed his luck enough. He put his arm back on her hip and slid closer to her.

Samantha inhaled deeply and as she exhaled said, "mmm...don't stop." She pushed her hips back until her panties were pressed firmly against his erect cock in his boxers. Her breathing resumed its previous tempo and he wondered if she had been awake or was talking in her sleep. Phil fell asleep with his hand on her waistline and the tips of his fingers just inside her panties.

****

Each night thereafter, once everyone had gone to bed, Phil would hear his door open and feel Samantha's figure crawl in next to him. She would wrap her arms around him or he around her. Phil never tried to steal a forbidden touch again but feeling her body pressed against his almost made up for it. Once, he woke up and the top of his hand was up against the bottom of her breast. Neither made any mention of it.

The day of prom approached. Both were feeling uneasy about it, albeit for different reasons. Samantha was still not over being ditched by Jeremey. She also wasn't sure how she felt about Phil going with Ella. Samantha knew Phil liked Ella and wanted him to be happy, even if that meant it was with someone else. Samantha was still trying to sort out her feelings about how she felt towards her brother.

Phil felt some anxiety over how to act on a date. Ella seemed to genuinely respond to him. What if she wanted to take things further on the date? He had no experience in these matters and somehow feeling his step-sister's ass while she slept hardly qualified him.

Samantha watched Phil from the bed as he got ready for the date. She was in her night things, hugging one leg that was pulled up against her chest.

Phil didn't wear a tie too often and was having difficulty looking back and forth from his reflection in the mirror and the how-to video on his laptop. It was on a constant loop and was now playing for the seventh time. The video was droning, "the double-Windsor is a simple yet classic knot..."

Phil's hands were shaking and Samantha could see that he was setting up the knot wrong; unless he wanted his tie to end halfway down his chest. She got up and walked behind him. She slid her arms under his and took the tie from him.

"Why so serious?" she said trying to lighten the mood.

"I just don't want this date to end badly," Phil replied.

"I know this is important to you. You'll do fine. Just don't be yourself."

"Very funny," Phil said. "It's embarrassing but I just have no experience. I don't want to disappoint Ella. I hope I'm enough."

Samantha had stopped adjusting the tie and it seemed that she was gazing far away. "You'll be enough," she said with a quiet confidence.

Phil turned around to face her.

"Is everything okay?" he said. "I mean, are we okay?"

"What do you mean?" she replied.

"Well, I dunno," Phil started awkwardly. "You have become...important to me this past little while and...well, I just don't want anything to come between us that's all."

"Are you asking my permission?" Samantha said.

"What if I was?" Phil replied.

"Then I would say that I want you to be happy and Ella couldn't do any better. I really do hope you have fun tonight." Samantha was surprised that she meant it.

"Thank you," Phil said and hugged Samantha. His face was resting on top of her red curls and he thought of how much he enjoyed the scent of her hair.

"But you can't go to a dance without a tied tie," Samantha said interrupting the moment. She turned him around and finished the task.

Phil put his jacket on. "How do I look?"

"Just fine," Samantha replied. She resumed her spot on the bed.

Phil walked over to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He took something out of the corner and placed it in his suit jacket.

"Whatchya got there?" Samantha inquired.

"Just some cash. I've got to pay for the portrait somehow..." Phil explained. "Don't wait up. I'll probably be late - early morning if all goes well."

"Okay, have fun!" Samantha called after him. She heard him walk down the stairs and close the front door. Samantha got up and walked over to Phil's dresser. She opened the top drawer. There in the corner, where she had seen him take something, was a box of condoms.

Samantha, uncontrollably, burst into tears.

****

Phil drove to Ella's house, put the car in park and knocked on the front door. When she answered the door, Phil's jaw dropped and he mouthed something indistinguishable.

"Phil are you okay?" Ella said.

"Yes," Phil said recovering. "You just look amazing." And she did. Phil knew that Ella was attractive but that was before he had seen her in a sleeveless dress. He tried to be polite, but he couldn't help but steal glances at her cleavage. Phil was now, more grateful than ever, that he had decided to bring a condom. He had never asked a girl he liked so much on a date. Phil hoped that this would be a night of many firsts.

The dance was what he imagined it would be. There was only so much a team of volunteer students could do with a school gymnasium. Still, it wasn't half bad. Wasn't that Jeremy over there by the refreshment table? Phil thought. He wasn't sure what that was all about.

The dance progressed and Phil found himself on the dance floor with Ella. They had discovered how much they had in common and conversation came easy. The song was a slow one and Phil had his hands on Ella's waist. They were swaying to the beat. The lights were quite low and they were on the edge of the dance floor. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "your hands are too high..." He took the hint and lowered his hands until they were sitting high on her butt. Then he dropped one even lower.

Phil was happy with how the date was turning out and couldn't believe where his hand was. Her butt had such a nice shape to it. Samantha's felt nicer.

Phil froze. Samantha's felt nicer? Where in the hell did that thought come from? Phil was angry with himself. Here he was with a beautiful girl. She liked him, he liked her. Of all things, why that thought? Why? The answer rose from the depths of his mind but he already knew what it was before the thought was even fully formed.

****

Samantha had fallen asleep in Phil's room. She wanted to be there when he came back in the morning. She woke up to see him removing his suit and hanging it back up. She looked over at the alarm clock. It was just after midnight.

"You're back early," she observed. "You can turn the light on if you want."

"It's okay. I'm almost done," Phil replied. He finished getting out of his things and got into bed. He stayed on his side.

"Is everything okay? I didn't expect you back till later," Samantha said in a worried voice. She propped herself up on one elbow and lay her other hand on his chest over the covers.

"Everything's fine," Phil replied but Samantha wasn't buying it.

"Did you have any luck with your date?" Samantha tried to sound neutral.

"We enjoyed the dance well enough and when it finished I took her back home."

"That's not what I meant," Samantha said. "I mean...did you guys...do anything?" Samantha knew that Phil knew exactly what she meant.

"No. I wanted to but -" Phil didn't finish.

"But what?" Samantha asked. She rubbed him encouragingly through the blanket.

"It's hard to explain," Phil said. He didn't know where to start but he thought she deserved some sort of an explanation. "I thought I knew what I wanted. And I got it. Ella is a really neat person. She's beautiful, easy going and just my type."

"Did she not feel the same way about you?" Samantha asked.

"No, it's not that. I think she did. I just didn't take it further," Phil explained.

"Why?"

"Ella is all of those things I said and more but -" Phil couldn't finish the sentence.

"But what?" Samantha said.

"But she isn't you," Phil heard himself say. He felt her hand stiffen and then deliberately pull away.

He couldn't believe he had just uttered those words. What would he do now? He didn't know how to turn this around. They lay next to each other in silence.

Without a word Samantha got out of the bed and walked towards the door. Fuuuuuck! Phil yelled in the silence of his mind. How could he have been so stupid? He sat up.

"Sam, wait. I can..." Phil began to say but she kept on walking.

She got to the door, reached for the knob...and turned the lock. She turned around.

"Wha-," Phil started.

"Did you mean what you said?" Samantha said in an even tone.

She was in shadow by the door and Phil couldn't see her face.

"Yes," he said defeated. He had already come this far; his hole was dug. "I think...I think I've been falling for you. I just didn't realize it. I'm sorry."

Samantha approached the bed and stopped just short of it. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled her hands over her head. Phil was mesmerized at the sight of her bare chest. Just standing there in her panties, she was a goddess. Phil had never seen anything so beautiful.

"Sam, I don't under..." he began. But he fell silent when she got into the bed, took his hand and placed it over her breast. He could now see a faint shimmer of a tear in her eye.

"Silly," she said, "did you think you were the only one who could fall in love?"

Phil didn't answer but instead kissed her on the mouth while his other hand pulled her closer. Her lips parted and their tongues met. It was like nothing he had ever experienced.

Samantha had never been touched by anyone before and here she was, practically naked, kissing her step-brother with his hand on her breast. It felt electric and she never wanted it to stop.

Phil lay back, pulling her on top of him. Their kiss remained unbroken. Since that moment, many nights ago, he had craved to give in to his forbidden desire. Unashamed, Phil slipped both hands down and grabbed her ass. But it wasn't enough. He brought his hands up and then down again, firm against her skin so that he passed under her panties and caressed her butt.

Phil continued reaching further around until he found a faint patch of hair. His hands kept exploring and he was soon rewarded with finding two plump mounds of flesh that were pressed together. One finger entered between them. He encountered a warm wetness and skin softer than he thought was ever possible. Samantha let out an involuntary moan. She sat up and didn't realize that she was starting to rhythmically roll her hips.

"Is that your...pussy?" Phil asked. "I had no idea it was so soft."

"Mmhmm," was all Samantha could say. She looked amazing with her breasts pointing forward. She was slowly writhing to the tempo of an unheard song.

He slid his finger in further, eager to see how deep this new treasure went. He couldn't find the end.

"Can I taste you?" Phil asked.

Samantha stopped moving and looked down at her step-brother. She bent down and kissed him then whispered into his ear, "anything for you, big brother."

She sat back up and scooted forward on her knees closer to the head of the bed until she was kneeling over him. She pulled her panties to one side and slowly lowered herself down onto Phil's awaiting mouth.

Phil was overcome with many sensations. The folds of her skin were incredibly soft. The wetness tasted slightly acidic and turned him on immensely. He pushed his tongue in as far as it would go. Samantha seemed not to mind judging by her reaction. She slowly moved forward and back against his mouth.

After a while, she tilted her pelvis back and Phil no longer had access to the hole he had been enjoying. He was now just above it. Here the skin was just as soft and wet. There was a small fleshy nub. He nibbled and sucked on it. This provided the most significant reaction so far. Whatever it was, Samantha seemed to be enjoying it. After a minute, she started shaking, held her breath and gripped his face tight with her legs.

Samantha had experienced orgasms on her own before but nothing like what Phil had just given her. She almost felt like passing out but rode the wave past its crescendo until it slowly subsided; each pulsation weaker than the last. She relaxed and exhaled, "my god...". Her hand dropped down and she ran her fingers through Phil's hair.

"Are you okay?" Phil asked concerned.

"Holy fuck, Phil," she replied. "I'm more than okay." It was the first time Phil had heard his sister swear.

"You taste great, by the way," he said.

She bent down and kissed him for several seconds.

"Agreed," was all she said.

She reached behind her and said, "You still have your boxers on?"

Phil remedied the situation and pulled his boxers off. There was no hiding his erect cock. Still looking at him, Samantha reached behind her and felt the tip of his penis. There was a bit of wetness there.

"You have lube too?" she asked in surprise.

"No, I'm just excited," Phil explained. "There's more where that came from."

Samantha brought her fingertip to her open mouth and then closed it.

"I've never felt or...tasted one before. Can I?..." she said suggestively.

Phil answered by pushing her hips back and then guiding her head down to his cock. Feeling her tongue on the most sensitive part of his body was indescribable. It was an overload of input as she cupped his balls with her hand. He felt himself slowly approaching the point of no return. He grabbed her face and pulled it up towards his.

"That felt amazing," he told her.

"Then why stop?" she said playfully.

"Not unless you want a surprise," he said. She looked puzzled but he didn't explain further.

Phil moved Samantha over so that she was lying on her back. He examined her breasts in the dim moonlight. He longed to touch and taste them. At first, he just traced the outline of her areolas and felt her nipples. Samantha didn't wear the most flattering bras so Phil was not expecting her boobs to be as big as they were. He appreciatively cupped her tits and then moved back to the nipples. This is never going to get old, Phil thought.

He bent down and put his mouth over a nipple. Samantha arched her back appreciatively and placed a hand on the back of his head. Her other hand went between her legs and under her panties. Phil could feel her hand moving in repeated motions.

Curious, Phil sat back so that he could get a better view. That moment became an indelible snapshot; a mental image that he never forgot for the rest of his life. The sight of his step-sister on her back with one hand on her perfect breast and the other moving in small circles around her pussy was the most glorious thing Phil had ever seen. Her eyes had been closed but now she opened them locking his gaze. She didn't stop touching herself.

Phil had a curious expression on his face and Samantha wondered what he was thinking. His appreciative smile put her at ease. She liked him taking in the sight of her lying, almost nude, on his bed.

Phil grabbed the top of each side of her panties and pulled down, peeling them off easily. She opened her legs wider and put her hands to her side. Her pussy lips parted revealing the soft folds underneath. Involuntarily, Phil reached forward and moved his thumb and forefinger in and around the structures he found there.

Samantha took hold of his wrist and guided his hand.

"A little higher," she urged. "Oh my god, right there," she inhaled sharply.

Phil found again the little nub he had previously sucked on. Was this her clit? he wondered. His thumb slid over the top of it and then back again over the other side. The motion didn't get old and he didn't stop. Suddenly, Samantha brought her legs together and trapped Phil's hand against her groin. So many of her muscles seemed to be tensing. When she relaxed, Phil thought her wetness had increased even more. She was still holding his wrist and she brought her arms up until Phil's hand was by her face. She licked his fingers hungrily. Phil didn't understand why but it increased his arousal even more.

Phil's eyes traced their way from Samantha's face, past her breasts and stomach until they rested on her glistening pussy. He longed to feel it in his mouth again. Phil put his hands under Samantha's ass and lifted. Samantha pushed off from her feet, thrusting her pelvis upward. Her mound met Phil's mouth who licked impatiently.

"Phil?" Samantha said after a few minutes.

"Yeah?" said Phil as he lowered her hips back down to the bed.

"I want you inside me," she pleaded.

Phil was eager as well. He looked down and put the tip of his cock up to her pussy lips. They looked swollen and slick. He pushed slightly and the lips began to part.