Signed, Sealed and Delivered

Madinson stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind her. She was the epitome of a foxy cheer-squad stepsister, from her cute sexy ankles wrapped in the minimalist sporty socks that were sticking out of her stylish little sneakers, to her toned ass and well measured shoulders that were draped in what appeared to be both the most silkiest yet teased-to-perfection long brown hair.

She immediately noticed the somewhat messy apartment, but in particular she spotted the nasty shirt that was nearly in her way as she entered the space. She saw the discarded garment and picked it up with an upturned nose. What the hell, everybody cleans up when they have company coming over. Even if they just clean a little, they definitely hide irregular messes from their guests. Is this the kid of thing he leaves around all the time? Must be if he didn't mind me seeing...wait, are those multiple pee stains??

*Ding*

Madison was not consciously aware of the soundless Dings that revierberated though her permanent memory. But like everyone, these Dings happened to us all the time as we make our way throughout our days. The Ding is what separates our simple ignorant hypothesies from our staunch informed theories.

Madison always prided herself on being an open minded person. Like most people in this world, she was disinclined to solidify an opinion without leaving herself wiggle room to change her mind and not look foolish later, in light of new information. As an example, if Madison clearly saw storm clouds gathering, she would never say "it's going to rain". Instead, she would often choose to say things like "it could rain soon" or "it looks like it may rain". And so too does she choose to say things with conviction once she does see evidence. If she came out of her house in the morning to find everything wet and puddles on the ground, she would no longer say "it may have rained", she would simple state "it was raining" or "it has rained", now a matter of fact; Ding.

Not every Ding meant Madison's suppositions were correct, but it did mean that the new information she was receiving was as good as solidified in her mind as being fact. Which means to undo a Ding would be as difficult as convincing her that puddles don't come from rain.

As Maddison held the "pee" stained immature looking dirty t-shirt, she thought to herself; This definitely looks like old pee, and it's definitely here like it was rescently worn, and its not somebody elses because it looks like the kinda things Henry used to wear. Hmmm. Henry is still just a gross immature boy sometimes.

*Ding*

As she made her way through the hall she was reminded of the stupid inelegant design of this apartment from the last time she was here. The doors were not made of a friendly colored wood, but rather a cold industrial metal that looked better suited in an office building. Each door's nob had a little keyhole in it like the front door she had just entered. This included the closet, which made for a less homely feel than she particularly liked. She was always a little nervous that these doors would be locked right when she needed to use them most, like grabbing something from a closet or needing to use the bathroom, but Henry never locked them. And even now as she passed the bathroom she saw that her fears were unfounded, as the door was half open anyhow. So, no worries there.

As she peeked into the bathroom she immediately noticed all the splashes of pee around the toilet. Jees, does he not even realize how immature that is?

*Ding*

She shook her head in silent disapproval as she moved further down the hall towards his bedroom. Lowering her voice to a hushed silly lilt she called, "Oh Hennnnry. I hope you're not playing with your raging boner in there".

She said this with a smile as she was certainly only kidding. She knew Henry wouldn't be acting inappropriate or have a boner knowing that she was coming over. In fact, she always thought Henry was quite polite when it came to things like that. She had known full well when she or her friends were acting flirty or sexy around Henry in the past, and she had on occassion noticed a small bump in his shorts. She could tell by the tiny size of the small bump in his pants that Henry, whom she assumed had a regular big dick when hard, was actually doing his best to subdue his dick to be a small discreet hump, out of respect.

She didn't know if Henry had a big dick, she just assumed he did, and she assumed that the small bump was a sign of him respectfully keeping his boner at bay. While wholy inaccurate, that threory of hers was a positive Ding in Henry's past, nonetheless.

Madison entered his bedroom through the open doorway half expecting him to jump out and scare her, especially after that last comment. However, instead of seeing him, she was met with yet another mess. A desk covered with clutter everywhere, old dirty clothes spilling out of the closet, a sport bag tossed nearby (and she knew Henry wasn't even playing a sport this year), and a pile of "figurines" splayed all over the bed like someone had just tossed them there. ...or maybe was rescently playing with them... like toys?

*Ding*

Rattle-Rattle. The sound of a metal doorknob being shaken abruptly could be heard in the nearby distance. The sudden jostle shook Madison's attention back from her momentary condescension.

As she turned to head back down the hall towards the kitchen she stepped on something and picked it up. It was Henry's nasty worn gym sock. Ewww, this is so gross. These look like they haven't been washed in forever. She spotted the second sock as she continued walking, tossing the one in her hand on the floor near the other as she scoffed in disgust. Henry was technically her older step brother, but he was rapidly losing years of cool-bro points in his sister's mind as the thought became clear to her after seeing two socks on the floor- He must have just been wearing these. Ewwww. What a nasty little twerp.

*Ding*

Madison made her way through the small living room and into the kitchen where, in a moment, both her and her (soon to be little) brother's life would be forever altered.

-

--Two minutes earlier--

"Hey puke-brain, why aren't you waiting for me with a red carpet?"

Alice stood on the back deck knowing that Madison had just arrived. Her heart began beating fast as she looked at her surroundings with the grin of a Cheshire cat, when she suddenly noticed something displeasing above her head.

The back deck of the apartment above her was shaped to match the one on which she stood, right down to the same number of slats of wood. As she looked over her head she saw, just a few feet above her, taped to the underside of the neighbors deck was a key. Though Alice had no memory of a spare key being taped to the "ceiling", she knew she had to get rid of it quick. Alice lept into the air, but Henry was too short to reach. He must have used a chair to put it up there.

She carefully balanced one leg on the railing and jumped with greater pressure than before. Using her foot, she hoisted herself up at the same time and grabbed onto a couple of planks in the deck above.

Henry now appeared to be free hanging, holding onto the deck above him. If someone were looking out from the kitchen through the glass window of the door, they would see Henry naked from his neck down to his calves, with his arms held high, his hands and head out of view above. Conversely, Alice had such an angle that she could, while looking down slightly, see through the top most part of the glass and make out pretty well what was happening inside the kitchen. If Madison came into the kitchen right now, Alice would be able to see all of Madison, including her face, but Madison would not be able to see Henry's face.

Alice moved quickly, as this was not part of her plan. She struggled for a moment trying to hold herself up with one hand as she reached in small snatching bursts for the taped key above her head. She tried once, twice, thrice, got it! Though the tape didn't want to come off, and was still mostly up there adhering to the wooden plank, she had managed to wretch the key from its prison as she fell the short distance back down, Henry's bare feet slapping the wood of his deck.

Alice smiled one last time before tossing the key over the balcony and closing her eyes. She knew she had only a few moments left. Though Henry's dick was so cold on the outside it would definitely not be growing for a while (in the slightest), Alice had a plan to provide just enough warmth on the inside to make things awkward. So with her eyes closed, she began picturing Madison...in a bikini.