"You should do both."

With his eyes pleasantly closed, Henry stretched his legs, a small smirk sprawled on his face as the warmth of what felt like his blanket wrapped all of him in such a way that his head felt covered too. Other than the warm blanket, Henry could tell without opening his eyes that he was naked. He didn't remember getting naked nor did he attempt to remember why, as he was just waking up to what felt like a raging hardon. "Morning wood", thats what the guys on campus joked about having. Henry knew it well, and right now his must be huge. He could feel the blood coursing through him, steady and strong.

Henry proudly opened his eyes, still smiling as he looked down at what must be his huge di--

What the fuck. Why is my dick stiff as a board but still tiny. It's usually like way (.8 inches) bigger than this if I'm this excited. Wait, that's not warmth from a blanket, that's the frigging sun. Why am I out here?!

Henry had always been weak and scrawny and round-shouldered and timid. His lack of dick size fueled his lack of confidence, which was often conveyed most by his whiny immature tone of voice, but could also sometimes be seen in his gait and nervous gestures. It was almost like he had convinced himself of the excuse that his dick was only small because it hadn't finished growing, and so he still held out hope that puberty wasn't done with him yet, which subconciously allowed/dictated that he wasn't supposed to overcome the whiny voice or stand tall.

Despite all of this, Henry may have been able to go out and find a girlfriend during his formative years, if only he hadn't been so distracted in his early days by his cute stepsister and her friends. Rather than going out and exploring females like most boys his age back then, lazy Henry found it easier to awkwardly hang around creeping on Madison's clique. Then later he'd just jerk off to whatever miniscule discovery of naked girl skin he was able to casually come across thanks to his little step-sister.

There were occassions when Henry tried to catch his stepsister naked when she was changing in the living room for a sleepover or switching into a bathingsuit at a friend's house, but he was never brave or lucky enough to come too close to achieving that goal. Forever blue-balled in that regard, Henry had unfortunately been caught out once or twice by Madison, though never to such a degree that he would have hoped glimpse her. No, she only ever caught a peek at his naked bum when he was changing or a blurry shot of something under foggy lake water when she had teasingly pulled down his bathingsuit that one time. While she had never seen him fully naked, he was all too aware that she had seen more of him than he had ever seen of her, and that always felt so unfair to him.

If there's anything Henry hates most, it's unfairness.

What was happening to Henry right now felt incredibly unfair. He wasn't some exhibitionist, and he'd been so careful to never even leave his room naked, let alone go outside. Why was he here? Had he sleepwalked. Was that a thing? It never had been before. His brain wasn't going Ding, which is to say his gut wasn't telling him that hypothesis held much water. Though it was the only one that made sense at the moment. Unless, wait...

Was this possibly some elaborate prank played by one of his friends?!? No, that couldn't possibly be it, Henry thought. I don't have any friends. The only person who even knows I'm here is...MADISON!

Could Madison be behind this? No, it couldn't be. She's never gone this far on a prank, and she's only ever seen my bum. And it's gonna stay that way! But, if she did...how could she have?...

Henry's mind was running a mile a minute. The way he (wrongly) saw it, if Madison was here already, then surely she was behind this. If so, then it would just be a prank between them and his goal should be to play along with what she wants and get her to end it as quickly as possible. Thats what they had always done when they pranked eachother in the past, though it had been several years since they last did this type of stuff to one another.

However, Henry also felt that this was far too embaressing a situation to just play along and let her stretch it out as they typically would. So maybe in this case, he should just whine and plead with her to cut it out and knock it off. Hmmmm, Henry thought to himself. Which strategy would bring him closer to getting her to help him, and getting him out of this predicament.

You should do both, said a distant Alice to herself, as she was not only able to watch Henry's plite but apparently hear his inner turmoil as well.

As if cosimically bound in some perverse way, Henry immediately nodded to himself as if taking Alice's advice, acknowledging that he would indeed try both strategies.

Henry decided that if he found out Madison was here, that would mean she's probably behind this, and so he would whine for her to help him. And if that didn't work, he'd just play along and do whatever she asked until her joke was done and he'd be out of this stupid situation.

But all of that strategizing would only be usefull if Madison were behind this, and that would only be likely if she were here. Which it appears she is not, as there are no sounds coming from beyond that closed door, Henry thought.

Henry jumped to his feet and attempted to open the door.

Rattle-Rattle. The sound of a metal doorknob being shaken abruptly could be heard by Madison in the nearby distance, as she stood in Henry's bedroom. The sudden jostle shook Madison's attention back from her momentary condescension, as she turned to head back into the hallway.

Henry let go of the nob when he realized the door was locked.

Of course it's locked. He sighed annoyed for a moment, before looking up and spotting the tape he had left on the floorboard a few feet overhead.

Henry felt so clever. Madison wasn't even here yet and in a second he'd get the spare key and be back in his bedroom and dressed. What a stupid sleepwalking adventure this was, he thought, as he put his foot on the railing and hoisted himself up. He grabbed a plank of the deck above him in each outstretched hand, swinging himself into a momentary free hang. Between his warm blood that never ceased pumping, to the erotic nature of his surroundings, to the pride of getting out of this without humiliation, Henry's miniscule penis was still standing tall. While his little dick was nowhere near any longer than it had been when he first awoke, it was clearly effortedly pointing upward with whatever impish strength it could muster, which was obviously its maximum, and obviously wasn't much. Even the twitching, while constant, seemed gentle and weak, yet somehow was clearly the most that Henry's best efforts could ever produce.

"Oh my God!", said Madison as she stopped dead in her tracks two steps into the kitchen.

Henry, her older stepbrother whom she always half flirted with, her equal and even her senior in a lot of ways, was now completely naked before her eyes, just on the other side of the glass. She could see everything from his neck down to just above his bare feet. And thankfully, she could take in the entire site without having to see his face, as it was just outside of her view.

Henry could see her face.

Time froze.