Winola Springs: Cul de Sac Stories (eroticlily & midnightwalk)

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

Allison Stewart-Turner had had every intention of coming home for the holidays, but she hadn’t anticipated the circumstances that brought her to Winola Springs 2 weeks prior to her intended arrival date. When she’d thought of the family gathering around the kitchen table for the turkey carving this Thanksgiving, she’d envisioned her father there with his wintry mustache in a twist, trying to figure out how to work the electric carving knife (though there was only 1 two-speed button on it). Instead, she was back in her childhood home with her step-brother, agonizing over what to do with the big, suburban house he’d left to them in his will.

She wasn’t sad as she unpacked the Chinese takeout bags, setting miscellaneous-sized cartons on the counter top; her father was an old-timer, after all. His passing was just so sudden to his only-born child, still such a difficult thing to wrap her brain around. Squeezing a handful of duck sauce packets in her palm, she wished that she wasn’t alone in the kitchen. It was eerily quiet in the house with her step-brother unloading yet another last-minute thing from the car. So she busied herself.

Allison tossed the plastic utensils into the trash, pulling out the engraved silverware from her dad and step-mom’s wedding. She grabbed matching Mickey and Minnie mugs from the cupboards and set them out so the step-siblings could split a soda -- a tradition from when they were first forced to bond by their respective parents so many years ago. She dropped 2 ice cubes into each mug, smiling softly at the plinking sounds they made when they hit the stained bottoms of the family vacation keepsakes. Restless, Allison opened the nearest takeout carton and speared a steamed veggie, steering it to her lips just as she heard the front door shut. Exhaling with relief, she called out, “perfect timing. I was tempted to start eating without you.”

 

[MidnightWalk]

Allison & Maxwell

Maxwell Turner pushed the front door shut behind him with his foot. Seeing the pile of his stepsister's luggage by the sofa, he took the two pink cases he carried over to them and added them on top. His own duffel he slung on the floor. Nothing breakable in it anyway, just clothes. Looking around the living room, he turned in a slow circle. It had been a while since he'd been here. Just about 5 years, actually. Since his mother's car accident.

It's not that he'd avoided the place...not really. Ronald Turner was a pretty good stepfather, as far as those go. He'd been very supportive as his mother's partner, as as someone trying to step into her place full time after her death. Ron had been a good guy, and a good parent. That made his passing somewhat harder to hear. He'd been an older man, of course, but you still never quite expected anyone you knew to die. And so now Max was here, back in this tight little cul-de-sac, in this 3 bedroom, two bath ranch. He idly scratched the side of his head, dislodging the sandy colored hair from its neat styling, a nervous gesture in a nervous situation.

Smelling the takeout his stepsister had arranged for them, Max walked to the kitchen, pushing open the old-timey swinging door and stepping into the kitchen. And there Allison stood, already digging in. Max smiled wanly. "Looks like ya did start without me, Allison." He pointed to the fork poised at her lips.

Making his way across the kitchen, he looked down at his smaller, slightly younger step-sister. "And that's fine. So long as you got the Szechuan that I like." Poking through the cartons, opening them, he quickly found the one he was looking for. Opening a pair of chopsticks, Max began lifting out portions of the food, looking around the kitchen. Around a mouthful of chicken, he muttered, "Weird to be back here, huh?"

 

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

With her free hand, Allison tucked an auburn lock of hair behind her ear as Max stepped into the kitchen. Immediately, she felt more at ease. With him in the same room even for a second, the house felt just a touch more lived in. Less gloomy. Less like a museum.

She blinked up at Max through black-framed glasses, the pair she only wore around immediate family members, the damning fork lingering in the air still near her mouth. She pursed her lips and squinted as she studied the bit of broccoli wedged on the middle prongs. “Technically, I haven’t taken a bite yet. So--” she shrugged, figuring that was argument enough. At the mention of the Szechuan, she scoffed. “Of course, I did.”

Allison leaned over the crowded kitchen island as Max helped himself to the container’s contents. It was a huge comfort to her that she had him to lean on at a time like this one. They’d drifted a little over the years, especially after his mother passed, but they’d always gotten along and been able to pick up where they left off as if no time had passed at all. Like real siblings --or probably more like best friends.

“Totally weird,” she sighed, dabbing the broccoli into a generous pocket of soy sauce. “I mean--I never realized how big this house was until now. It's so--quiet.”

 

[MidnightWalk]

Allison & Maxwell

Max nodded, picking up the Szechuan carton and sort of poking around in it, digging for the chicken, like always. Get the best parts out first, and the finish off whatever's left. Tossing another piece back, he chewed thoughtfully, looking at his stepsister.

"I know what you mean. It seems wrong without Ron here. He filled this place up, no matter what we needed or what time it was..." Max smiled. "He was a great guy." Looking at Allison, he considered saying 'I'm sorry' once again, but having said it a couple dozen times in the last two weeks, he stopped himself from repeating. Besides, it was her dad, but his second dad. Still a dad lost to his kids. He sighed...he was done being maudlin.

Shifting more broccoli out of the way, he added. "We're going to have to figure out what to do with the house, you know. I mean, he left it to us both, but we have different lives and I'm not sure how much time we could spend together without getting on each other's nerves." Max smiled. "You always did bug me a lot," he teased.

 

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

“Yeah,” Allison mustered a smile, peering down into the white rice container. She scooped out a few forkfuls and stuffed them into her mouth, hoping to be spared another apology. As much as Allison understood the custom, she didn’t see the need for him to say ‘sorry’ to her. Her dad was his dad too, at least on paper and in spirit. They’d both suffered a loss here. But they’d be okay. At least they still had one another.

She nodded when he mentioned the old house that was now on their hands. Allison currently lived in a cramped one-bedroom apartment just outside the city limit, so it wasn’t a total stretch for her to move in once her lease was up. But she wasn’t sure that she could do it. Not on her own. Not this soon. Her mouth fell open in mock outrage as Max teased her and she pointed her sauce-stained fork at him.

“Hold on. I think I was perfectly content being an only child up until you moved in.” That was a half-truth. Allison certainly had been very comfortable before their families blended, but she did get awfully lonely at times with her father working so hard to keep them in the gated community on a single father’s paycheck. She had been worried that all of her dad’s doting would end when the Turners came, but it didn’t. If anything she had even more attention and care than she knew what to do with. Karen Turner was the closest thing she’d had to a real mother and she had nothing but fond memories of the women even still. And Max, well, he wasn’t half bad either. “If--and it’s a big if--I bugged you, it was only a counter attack for you invading my very happy life and home. I mean your bedroom used to be a playroom for me. So-- you're welcome for the sacrifice.”

 

[MidnightWalk]

Allison & Maxwell

"Well, I'm such an imposition." Shaking his head. "Maybe I should leave right now...let you enjoy the house in peace. You could have your playroom back, huh?" Not a new discussion and he knew she didn't really mean it, but if she really wanted the house, he had no problems with it. And he said so.

"Listen, I know you probably don't want to share a house with your stepbrother, so I'll get out of your hair in a few days, let you have it and we'll work out something. Something that's fair to both of us, since Ron left it to both of us? That sound reasonable? And you can have all the room to yourself, then." Winking, stuffing in another piece of spicy chicken.

He looked around the kitchen. He did like the old place, but it was just a place, and for all her teasing, he knew it meant a lot of Allison. And it was the house she'd grown up in, so it was fair that she got to keep it. Even if it was in this weird gated community. He'd never been in one before. Having to have a keycard just to get to your own street...that was certainly a first.

 

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

“You are, but I forgive you.” She quipped, poking her tongue out at him as if they were kids again. Finally a genuine, little smile curved Allison’s lips as she reached for the can of soda that came with the food. She shook her head as she popped the tab, carefully pouring equal portions of carbonated beverage into both of their mugs. “Nah. That room’s still full of your junk. And I’ll probably never get your Max smell out of it anyway.”

“No. I don’t want you to do that. I don’t have a clue about finances or real estate. I can’t even work the lawn mower. You have to stay--until we think of something,” Allison shrugged one shoulder, uncertain how long her own length of stay would be. She hadn’t owned a home until yesterday. This was all so odd and slightly overwhelming. “Please?” She jutted her bottom lip out at Max.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Allison & Maxwell

"Ohhhhhhh, all right." Max put on his best reluctant face. "Although you're just keeping me here to do the heavy lifting and yard work. I know how that goes." Sipping from the mug of soft drink she'd made for him. Turning to his food seriously for a moment, regarding his stepsister. She wasn't weak, by any stretch of the imagination. She was fit and curvy and capable, if she'd just learn how to do things...like mowing the grass.

"'Sides, shouldn't make momentous decisions without sleeping on them." Yawning. "Dammit. Power of suggestion. "It's been a really long day." Closing up the takeout box, and putting it in the fridge. Might be best just to chill out for a bit, get some sleep and deal with tings tomorrow, you know? Sound like a plan, Little Sis?" He throw out the old nickname just for fun.

 

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

Allison smirked behind the rim of her porcelain Minne Mouse mug. Despite the crappy circumstances, this playful banter with Max made her feel good. She mirrored her step-brother’s movements as he sipped from the other mug. During the odd moment of silence between them, she would steal glances at him sometimes. She’d regarded him as handsome and in good shape, someone she would probably flirt with if things were different, even though it was weird to ever think of him in that way. The younger woman had always had a healthy imagination - she couldn’t help it if that imagination wandered to what Max looked like naked every so often still. She’d tried many a time to catch a glimpse of him when they were younger, but had never managed to satisfy her curiosity.

“Yeah,” the brown-eyed woman agreed, taking another couple of bites of food while it was still warm. They would both have clear heads in the morning. Now that her hunger was abated, she did feel the tug of sleep a bit more strongly. She wrinkled her nose at him. But when she opened her mouth, she had to admit, “I kinda missed hearing that.” Allison closed up the containers she’d been picking from and put them into the fridge too. She carded her fingers through the crown of her hair once, then scooped up the utensils to set them down in the sink. “Besides, I ate both of our fortune cookies already, so we might as well go to bed.”

 

[MidnightWalk]

Allison & Maxwell

Shaking his head. "Of course you did. I can't remember the last time I had Chinese with you where I actually got a fortune cookie. You should be rich by now with all those stolen fortunes." Helping her to clean up the kitchen, giving her a hip bump as he does, playful.

Afterward, stopping by the living room, starting to pick up his duffel and grabbing her suitcases instead, carrying them up to her bedroom...unchanged from her moving out a few years back. He set them beside the bed, and after looking around ,headed down to grab his own stuff. Bringing the duffel upstairs, he walked into his own room. Max looked around. Nothing changed, just like Allison's room. He shook his head. That Ron...didn't like to change anything, just in case they needed somewhere to stay.

Max called out into the hall. "Go ahead and use the bathroom first, I'll change clothes first.' Shutting the door, he stripped down to his boxers,and then pulled on pair of pj bottoms. He briefly thought about putting his clothes away, but that could wait for another time...tomorrow morning, most likely.

 

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

Allison smiled guiltily. She couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t stolen Max’s fortune cookie either. She crumpled the empty plastic takeout bag, turning to toss it into the garbage only to hang it by the loop on the tiny knob beneath the sink counter. She didn’t know where her dad had kept the trash bags, so that might serve as a temporary one when the last remaining got filled. When Max left the room, Allison drew the little curtains over the kitchen window closed. She flicked the lights off then shuffled out to the living room to grab her bags, but they were gone. Max.

She grinned, then headed up to her old bedroom to find her belongings. Allison wasn’t surprised that her bedroom looked the same as the way she’d left it several years ago, but it was kind of weird to be standing in it then. Nostalgic, of course, but still weird. And it was way too quiet.

“Okay,” she called back, unzipping the front of one of her suitcases to fish out her toothbrush and an oversized t-shirt to sleep in. Allison entered the adjoining bathroom and brushed her teeth, then she washed her face and changed out of the skinny jeans and sweater she’d been wearing. She pulled her unclasped bra free from one of her loose t-shirt sleeves, removed her glasses, tucking them neatly in her palm, then knocked on the inside of the door leading to Max’s room.

“All yours.”

 

[MidnightWalk]

Allison & Maxwell

Hearing the knock, Max went over, opening the door, seeing his stepsister leaving by the other door in her night shirt. Shaking his head, he opened his toiletries bag and took out his toothbrush and toothpaste. Brushing his teeth, he watched his reflection in the mirror. Decent looking guy for his mid 20s. Maybe could use a shave...but so what? At least his dental hygiene was good. He grinned at himself, toothpaste all over his mouth. I look rabid, he thought. "Grrrr" Chuckling, he rinsed his mouth, and returned to his room.

Looking around the small bedroom, he shook his head. Dropping onto the bed, Max pulled out his cellphone, setting the alarm for 9 am. He'd see if Allison let him sleep that long. After all, a leave of absence from work wouldn't last forever, so he needed to milk it for all the sleep he could. Sighing, he reached over, turning off the tableside lamp, staring at the ceiling in the dark. For better or worse it didn't take very long for sleep to claim Max.

 

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

Allison tossed her clothes into a pile in the corner of her room. She was never one to pick up after herself unless prodded. Perhaps she still was a little bit spoiled, despite being 22 and living independently. It was somewhat of miracle that she could make a meal on her own. But whatever. She’d unpack and put her things somewhere for washing later. Right now sleep was her primary objective. She had to try not to dwell on the fact that she wouldn’t hear her dad shuffling down the hall to check the thermostat once she was snuggled in her bed anymore.

Peeling the comforters back, Allison slipped into her bed and curled slightly to her side. She closed her eyes and waited to drift off. And waited. And waited. Eventually, she sat up to squint at the time on clock by her bed and was displeased to see that only 10 sleepless minutes had passed. Exhaling, she kicked off her covers and trudged to the bathroom through to Max’s bedroom. She poked her head in, whispering toward his bed, unable to see too well in the dark.

“Max? You up?”

When he didn't respond, Allison frowned. There was no way she was going to fall asleep in her room by herself. And there was certainly no way she was going to hang out downstairs by herself until she conked out. Chewing her lower lip, Allison tip-toed into Max's room. Careful not to bump into the legs of the bed with her feet, Allison found the vacant side of the mattress and carefully climbed in beside Max. She was grateful for him being a sound sleeper which made it easier for her to curl in next to him undetected.

It took a few more minutes, but gradually fatigue got the best of her.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Allison & Maxwell

Max's sleep was deep and satisfying...and he dreamed...he dreamed odd dreams of running across flowerstrewn hills chased by naked women, all calling him "Buster". Very lucid dreams that ended when one woman, a stunning redhead, caught up with him, throwing him to the ground and tearing his pants off with her bare hands.... Naturally, that's when he woke with a start.

Severely disoriented, Max couldn't figure what was wrong...his dream fading but disturbing and something not right in his bed...his arm lay across something warm...someone warm... Allison! What was she doing here? He looked at his slumbering stepsister, trying to remember if he recalled her coming in. Why was she sleeping here, curled up against him?

With shock, he realized that his morning wood was at full mast and pressed against Allison's buttocks...Her nightshirt had ridden up and glancing under the covers, he could see he was pressing up against her panties. This wouldn't do....he desperately thought of how he could disengage from her without waking her up. This would be too embarrassing.

 

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

Allison’s slumber was peaceful and dreamless. It was the best kind of sleep she could hope for, considering her dreams were often disjointed and too vivid in the negative direction for her liking. When she felt a faint movement in the space beside her, something stiff insistently poking into her cotton-clad backside, in her sleepy haze she naturally presumed this to be the doing of her on-again, off-again lover. The scruffy guy in the apartment down the hall who had a key and typically crawled into her bed for morning quickies and terrible coffee on a bi-weekly basis. Trent. She still didn’t know his last name, though she probably could’ve peeked at the label on his mailbox if she was so inclined.

“Morning,” she murmured, rubbing her cheek into the soft pillow beneath her head, eyes still heavy and refusing to greet the day just yet. “Dreamt about you,” she fibbed, smiling lazily as she ground her butt against his pelvis in encouragement. Wow. He was hard. More so than usual. Blindly reaching backward, Allison took her bed-mate’s hand in hers and drew it over her taut stomach and down past the elastic of her panties to her trimmed mound. “See?”

 

[MidnightWalk]

Allison & Maxwell

Holy shit! Max's mind raced. Allison seemed very happy with his swollen condition, she rubbed back against, which did not help with his situation. It felt pretty good, but having his stepsister humping back against his erection wasn't the ideal family situation. But it did feels so good.

Being told she dreamed about him, that was different. "Um..." Then she grabbed his hand, literally pulling it around and shoving it into her panties. His fingers pushed through and over closely trimmed pubic hair, before his fingertips ended up against her soft little slit. Eyes wide, Max froze, not knowing quite what to do. If he said anything, she'd realize it was his hand in her pants...of course, if he didn't say anything, she'd finger it out soon enough.

The feeling of her warm pussy was...quite pleasant, though. His fingers twitched, fingertips rubbing against her soft quim. Almost involuntarily, he pressed his groin against her backside. This was an ideal situation, cock hard, pressing against a plump ass and a hand against a willing pussy...if it wasn't his stepsister. That pretty much killed 'ideal'.

Not really knowing what else to do, Max cleared his throat. "Um, Allison...."

 

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

Allison purred when her bedmate’s coarse fingertips brushed over her smooth pussy lips. She angled her hips slightly so that she could part her thighs. She felt the man behind her push more firmly against her bottom and it made her giggle. She almost wondered what was taking Trent so long to nuzzle his mouth against the crook of her neck; he knew exactly how much she enjoyed the light scratch of his scruff on her bare skin. She arched into his palm, rubbing, inviting.

“What are--?” she started to whine, only to stop when the voice in her ear registered as different than the one she was expecting. Allison opened her eyes then, staring wide at the far wall of her step-brother’s bedroom. Her stomach churned and she let go of his arm so that he could free himself from the confines of her panties.

“Oh--shit--” she craned her neck, then shrieked as she scrambled to untangle herself from him. “Max! I’m so--I didn’t realize--shit--I’m sorry!” She apologized frantically, turning to face him, planting herself on her knees, her t-shirt falling back into place over her waist though her nipples poked proudly through the soft material up top. Her face burned with embarrassment and she couldn't look him in the eyes. “I thought I was back in my apartment--I’m sorry!”

 

[MidnightWalk]

Allison & Maxwell

Max jerked his hand back as she released it. He sat up as Allison spun around, kneeling and facing him. "Allison...what the hell? What are you doing in here?" He was heedless of the face that the covers had been thrown awry and the tent in his trousers jutting up prominently as I he sat there, looking at his stepsister. Why was she in his bed and why had she been helping him fondle her?

He tried not to notice how her tshirt molded to her breasts and those nipples poking through, but it was difficult. And her bare thighs showing underneath the shirt as she knelt there, facing him. "What was that all about? How does that explain anything? What does your apartment have to do with you being in bed with me?"

 

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

Allison nervously bit her lip, feeling as if she was receiving a scolding from her strict 9th grade teacher. Except she wouldn’t have been caught dead in bed with Mr. Rossbach ever. Yuck. Well, not that she meant to be caught in her step-brother’s bed either. “ I came in here last night because I couldn’t sleep. I tried to wake you, sort of. I didn’t mean to do any of that!I thought you were my neighbor--” she explained softly, the tips of her ears red like hot coals. “He comes over to my place sometimes and we--you know--I didn’t realize it was you.”

“I’m sorry,” she sighed again, gaze drifting to the bed and inevitably to the tented front of Max’s pjs. She didn’t mean to do it, but she did stare.

 

[MidnightWalk]

Allison & Maxwell

Max looked at his stepsister explaining, seeing the embarrassment on her face. But why was she embarrassed? Admitting to humping with her neighbor or being caught in bed with her stepbrother? She was obviously feeling something, the way she handled his hand against her soft little vagina. And those were the hardest, most prominent nipples he'd seen in a while. It suddenly occurred to Max just how long it had been since he'd had a good lay. He sighed inwardly as he realized he'd just associated that word with Allison. Pretty...check. Sexy...check. Stepsister...check and mate.

Max watched her gaze drop, and her eyes widen a bit. And then her gaze didn't move. His mouth curled in a smile. "So...I get that, Allison. But..., hey, what are you looking at? Can't be something you've never seen before, obviously." He was suddenly very conscious of being half naked and engorged sitting just a foot from Allison, with her curvy tshirt and hi-beam headlights.

 

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

Allison found herself silently trying to guess the length of her step-brother’s cock as it poked up beneath the fabric of his pants. It was surely more than 7 inches, and thinking about his erect member was surely enough to make her squirm. She pressed her thighs together unintentionally and realized then that her panties were damp from when his fingers grazed her sex just moments ago. Her lips parted as Max’s voice broke into her daydreaming. “I’ve seen dicks before--” she scoffed, her tone hearkening back to typical sibling spats of their youth, “--just--obviously not yours.”

 

[MidnightWalk]

Allison & Maxwell

Max blinked at her tone. She sounded almost...wistful under the bit of her words. But that couldn't be. And the way she wiggled on his bed.... She was acting very strangely, but then, she'd just pressed his hand against her warm sex. And that thought, along with her hard nipples, wasn't helping his morning wood go away. Might be making things worse. But something was going on with her...something weird.

He narrowed his eyes. Might as well take a shot, see what was going on in her head. "You know, you sound a bit like you want to see mine." Max cocked an eyebrow, waiting to see her reaction. First sex dreams, and now his stepsister acting odd in his bed. Interesting morning.

 

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

Allison lolled her head to the side as she considered her response, soft, auburn locks sprawling over her shoulder as she did so. She could refute Max’s accusation immediately and raise suspicion and even provoke more teasing, but that wouldn’t slake her curiosity. The worst that could happen if she admitted to wanting a peek at Max’s cock was that her step-sibling said “no” and kicked her out of his room. Though-- that seemed an unlikely outcome since he hadn’t done so upon discovering her in his bed already. Allison fiddled with the hem of her nightshirt for several moments, setting her sights squarely on Max’s crotch.

“I mean-- I am sort of curious.” Dropping her palms to the comforters, Allison cautiously inched toward Max on her hands and knees. She reasoned that she couldn’t be the only one who wanted to know what the other looked like naked. Max’s sustained erection gave at least some hint that he might be interested too. “Aren’t you?”

 

[MidnightWalk]

Allison & Maxwell

Max grinned wryly. "No, I already know what it looks like. Long-time experience seeing it every day...and twice on Sundays." He looked at his stepsister, ever so slowly crawling toward him, closing the very short distance between them. Her auburn hair was falling around her face, framing it perfectly. He had to admit, she was very pretty...and in such good shape.

What was she doing in his bed, really? It could have been what she said, she joined him because she couldn't sleep...but then why was she still here, teasing and playing with him? Could she really be serious with her comments? Really only one way to know for sure. Call her bluff, if it was one. Was it the right thing to do? No, the right thing was to send her to her room with no breakfast. He grinned internally, like he had that power. No...calling her bluff was more...interesting.

Max shrugged. "Go ahead. You want to see it...go right ahead." He sat there, pjs tented up, looking at her, daring her. "I certainly won't stop you." Eyes narrowed, he smiled.

 

[EroticLily]

Allison & Maxwell

Allison twisted her soft mouth and rolled her big brown eyes. “You’re so hilarious, Max. You know exactly what I meant, jerk.” She wasn’t truly offended so she didn’t bother to recoil. Truthfully, she was far too engrossed in her need to know to back down now. She was a scientist on the brink of a proving a hypothesis. And that made him her lab rat? Experiment? Whatever. She was going to prove that he had a big, beautiful cock and then--just maybe--she was going to do something with it. Allison hadn’t actually thought that far ahead.

“I will,” she countered with a derisive snort, lifting her right hand and reaching for the waistband of his underwear. It would never be said that Allison Turner backed down from a challenge. Never. Taking in a slow, steady breath, Allison carefully pulled down. Centimeter after centimeter, until Max’s hard length sprang free. Mouth open in awe, Allison beamed at the sight. Max had Trent beat easily.

"Wow."