1 comments/ 14222 views/ 4 favorites Redwood Manor: Autumn Pt. 01 By: Nightingale_Sigh ****Foreword**** Greetings! This is my first formal entry into the world of Erotic Fiction, after years of tooling around and not actually writing anything substantial. This story will pass through periods of heavy adult content as well as sections of pure fiction, as any good Erotic literature cannot succeed without both. If you take the time to sink into the world of the characters, and believe the tensions and dynamics they are under, each orgasm will be that much more powerful ;) This story is seen through a man's perspective, but (I hope) there is enough content to satisfy both sexes! Feel free to share my work, but please, I ask that all content following this paragraph be attributed to myself, the author, and that this note appear at the head of any reposting. I am happy to answer any mail, time allowing - just drop me a line at the link in my author profile. Constructive criticism is also welcomed, directed at the same email listed above. Happy reading, and more importantly, I wish you the best of fantasies ;) Regards, Nightingale ===+=== REDWOOD MANOR Autumn: Part 1 Clayton pulled the sleeves of his sweatshirt down from his elbows against the bitter wind that blew across the parking lot. Fall was here, and gusting with a vengeance. Sun and blue skies be damned, it had been a cold day, and with the sunset rapidly approaching the air temperature was diminishing. Seasons always seemed to turn so quickly in the Seattle Area, right at the end of another scorching summer. Clayton's Explorer chirped behind him as he clicked the lock button on his key remote, shuffling through auburn and hazel leaves to the sidewalk. Brushing a bit of dirty blonde hair out of his face, he hiked down the path and across the courtyards of Redwood Manor that led to his girlfriends apartment. The apartment complex was unlike many of the others east of the city. It was laid out as a series of small buildings, each containing four units or so. Some of the buildings were smaller, housing only two or three, set out at the edges of the unbounded suburban complex. Trees, mostly Douglas Fir and Cedar, dotted the property. Ironically enough, Clayton mused, there was technically not even a real redwood on the the entire property. Hadn't stopped the developers from taking artistic license with the name. The benefit of living so far outside of Seattle Proper could only be truly realized in the cost savings of the place itself - 1300 square feet, 2 bedrooms, 2 bath for less than half of what you would pay for a unit that size just 3 miles out of the downtown core. The attractive price, granite counter tops, and new appliances is what had drawn Emily to utterly abandon the city in favor of Suburbia. Clayton smiled to himself. It had been about 2 years, and his girlfriend was still as impulsive as ever. Her decision to move so far out had been made in less than two days, much to the chagrin of her sister. At first, Kendra had been very upset about moving so far out into 'the boonies'. So far from her friends and her job, but hey, when your only option for a roommate is your sister (who also is footing the majority of the rent), how much can you actually complain? Clayton reached into his pocket as he felt his phone buzz. New snap from Emily. Sliding his phone unlocked, Clayton opened up the picture message. A pair of brown eyes ringed by golden blonde hair stared up at him, along with a serious pouty face. 'Gonna be at the office longer than I thought', the words on the screen read. As the message timed out, another one appeared in the inbox. Clayton couldn't help but grin deviously. The pout had been replaced by down-the-blouse view of a pair of wonderfully perky breasts being squeezed together, the top of the photo showing Emily nibbling on her lower lip seductively. 'Don't have too much fun without me?' 'How could I?' Clayton texted back. 'Am I even going to be able to get into your apartment? Or am I just supposed to freeze to death out here.' Buzz buzzzzz. 'You are such a drama queen. You already know it is unlocked. Gotta go, see you later gator.' Clayton smirked as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. It was too much fun to tease Emily. She was such a small girl for 24, only standing about 5'5, and no more than 115 pounds. Getting her riled up was all too easy, and when she got truly irritated she would turn into a little ball of fire. It was hard to believe that her and Kendra were related. While Emily was loud and boisterous, Kendra was quiet and shy. Three years younger, and taller than Emily at 5'8, she weighed only a little more than her older sister. This was due to the fact that she was an insanely picky eater. In the 4 months that Clayton had been visiting Emily and Kendra at their new apartment, Kendra had only ever touched 3 of the meals that Clayton had made, preferring taquitos and ramen noodles. He knew he was no master chef, but still. So picky. Despite all her finicky meal habits, she did have those stark, ice blue eyes, complimenting her fair skin and brunette hair so well... Clayton shook his head. While he was very much satisfied with his relationship with Emily, he had been abjectly trying to avoid the reality that had been growing in his head for weeks now: Kendra was hot, plain and simple. It had been easy to categorize her as 'the little sister', but then her 21st had come and gone. It was OK, she wasn't even single, but then the boyfriend was no longer in the picture. Over the months, Clayton had walked into the apartment a number of times as she was leaving the shower in a small towel. It was always slightly awkward, mostly a blush from Kendra and a quickly averted gaze on his part, but nevertheless, it had happened. Clayton brushed the train of though from his mind. It was a dangerous one, and he knew it. He pulled out his phone again. 'What is taking so long at the office today anyways? Has your boss really got you that busy?' It was hard to peck out the words with his cold thumbs as the sun drew lower in the sky. Emily's reply was quick. 'Well, the more you BOTHER ME, the LONGER I'LL BE. I already told Kendra that I would be late tonight. I'm not sure if she knows you are on the way, though. Just knock so you don't scare her or something.' 'Shouldn't you text her and say I am coming by? Wouldn't that be the better option?' 'What would be the BEST option, I think, is if you handled it yourself.' Clayton began typing a reply, but thought better of it. Accounting had left Emily more spent than most these past few weeks, and their relationship was beginning to feel the effects of it. She usually came home too weary for any kind of fooling around, leaving Clayton increasingly sexually frustrated. Emily was always feisty, but when her mood was tainted with stress from work, it really permeated every aspect of her social interaction. She could go from playful to testy extremely fast, and without warning. Blowing out a puff of steam, Clayton rounded the corner of the building that Emily and Kendra lived in. Downside of super cheap property so far out of the city? No need to build these units in any semblance of a compact arrangement - it was a full 7 minute walk from the parking lot to their unit. The hill they were situated on, out at the north end of the property, made this building one of the three unit configurations: a ground floor, an upper floor, and an adjacent upper floor that rested up the hill. Clayton weaved around the shrubbery and assorted landscaping that littered the edges of the path up the hill, making his way to the northernmost division of the building. Living all the way out on the edge was a hassle for hauling groceries and such, but the lack of other residences in any direction but south meant that the window shades were usually left open. Which is why, much to Clayton's confusion, the double french doors to the little patio were completely shaded. That was his way in when Emily wasn't home, as the front door further down the hill was usually locked. Even more confusing than the shades was the steadily pulsing House Music coming from the living room behind the doors. The immediate neighbors were gone, as evidenced by the darkened windows, and the music was playing quite loud. Clayton had bought them a decent set of home theater speakers as a housewarming gift (for parties and a quality listening experience, or so it was intended), but they had rarely seen use. Emily was not all that into music in the first place, and Kendra never played anything on them when Emily and Clayton were home. Kendra was very much a fan of electronic music, however, and had eagerly taken any music that Clayton had offered. Clayton nodded his head in time with the beat as he recognized one of his favorite songs bumping on the system. He walked up to the french doors, and gently tried the knob, but it was locked. Superb. Annoyed at the cold, and deciding to scare Emily's sister after all, Clayton slipped through the branches of a small tree around to the uphill side of the apartment, by the kitchen window. Clayton cursed under his breath as the kitchen window shade, inexplicably, was also up. 'They never close this one, what the hell,' Clayton thought. The kitchen windows were tall, owing their height to the vaulted ceilings of the room, but the shade did not reach all the way to the ceiling. Determined to scare the crap out of Kendra, Clayton began to climb the hill. It was a little steeper here, where the ground had been scooped away to level the foundation of the uphill apartment, and he clambered up the dew-covered grass. He would be able to see over the top of the shades is he went up the hill a few more feet, and might be able to flail his arms at Kendra if she was in the kitchen. Far enough up the hill, he turned around, and Clayton's jaw dropped open. Clayton could only process bits of information at a time. Kendra was in the kitchen, facing away from him. She was not, however, cooking. She was absolutely naked, glistening with sweat, kneeling on top of the granite island. Her left hand was on top of her head, weaved in her long brunette hair, of which strands were sticking to her face and back with perspiration. Her right hand, nails dug in, was pulling her rounded ass to one side, helping to open herself to a large, veined, green dildo. It was buried in her pussy, and as Kendra ground her lithe body up and down upon it in tempo with the music, Clayton could see it was absolutely shining with her wetness. She was taking it in so deeply a small ring of white girlcum had even formed around the base of the toy, just above the suction cup holding it in place. The look on her face as she twisted it sideways momentarily, the arch in her eyebrows, and the moans Clayton could see Kendra mouthing silently told him all he needed to know - she was very, very close. And yet, she was moving with deliberately slow, almost torturous motions. Three beats of the music took her up, and on the forth, she plunged back down onto the thick, green cock. She would lose control for a moments at a time, quite literally bouncing up and back down upon it every beat, the veins in her neck showing as she stifled a guttural moan. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, breath short and gasping. Clayton's cock had come alive. Before he even knew what he was doing, the length of it was freed of its strain against his jeans, and he was stroking away with a fever he had not known was inside him. He was as hard as iron, the veins of his manhood stark against the smooth skin of his shaft. His head pulsed, feeling like it would explode, with every heartbeat. A breathless groan slid past his lips as Kendra picked up the pace again. He was close enough to see her pink lips pulling at the thickness of the toy as it slid out of her, close enough to see her ass contract as a wave of pleasure washed over her body. Clayton felt precum leaking out the tip of his throbbing cock, and could feel his own orgasm building rapidly. Faced with such a voyeuristic, erotic sight, his body was in complete sensory overload. Suddenly, Kendra cried out, loud enough for Clayton to hear through the window and over the music. She dropped down on top of the silicone phallus, put both hands on the counter, and abandoned the tempo of her masturbation entirely. Her hips flew back and forth, grinding on the length of the toy, pressing it ever deeper into her soaking hole. Clayton's hand flew up and down his shaft, his own aching balls begging for a meaningful release, as he watched her climax begin. It had been so long since he was this aroused, and he knew that he was going to have a very powerful orgasm. About 10 seconds passed, and then all of the sudden, it happened. Kendra's legs snapped together, her body quivering as her own orgasm peaked. A small, but fresh wave of white girlcum squeezed out of her pussy around the toy as her body quaked with contractions. Clayton lost it completely. With a grunt, his cock erupted into a fountain of cum. Two, three, four times he roped out across the grass, thick white beads covering a distance of three feet. His balls squeezed, dribbling more out of his spent head, and his vision blurred for a brief second. Completely emptied in a single load, Clayton sat back up on the grass. He had not recalled sitting down after his tremendous orgasm. As he wiped his hand on the back of his jeans, Kendra reached a point of recovery. She popped up off the dildo and slid it out. It was more thick than long, Clayton, couldn't help but notice. She lifted it to her mouth, and slowly licked the toy clean of all her cum before walking over to the sink to finish cleaning it. That sight alone almost had Clayton hard again, despite having nothing left to cum. She disappeared from the kitchen, and the music turned down, then off. She reappeared wearing only sweats, brushing the hair stuck to her face off and tying it up in a pony tail. She began to wipe down the island, and Clayton realized that it now was completely dark. It was time to go in. He walked down to the door, being careful not to attract the attention of the now less-occupied Kendra, and rapped twice. He heard nothing for a minute, then the hurried sound of somebody running around the place. "One minute!!" Kendra's voice frantically called. A few seconds later, the door clicked open. Kendra stood there, now fully dressed and breathing heavy, a few hairs still clinging to her sweaty forehead. She helplessly looked around, trying to avoid any incriminating questions as the smell of sweat, humidity, and sex all but steamed out the door into the fall night. "Hey Kendra, I got here before Emily tonight. She's working late, or something." Kendra shifted awkwardly. "Yeah, she told me that, didn't say anything about you coming over though." She paused, looked at the potted plant on the deck, and continued in a tone too forced to be natural. "Been here long?" Clayton had to suppress a smirk. "Only just walked up, actually." He felt like pushing his luck a little bit further. "What have you been up to, anyways? You are extremely sweaty looking." Kendra seized up. "Uhhhhhhh, I was, umm, doing Yoga," she stammered, gesturing vaguely at her yoga mat, rolled up neatly in the corner. "Yeah, I just finish- wrapped it up, you know. Well, I'm beat, and it's pretty late, so I'll be going to bed now, nice to see you." With that, she turned and all but fled to her room, almost slamming the door behind her. Clayton looked at the clock on the wall. It was 7:30. He chuckled to himself. She really was caught off guard. He walked into the kitchen, and stared at the granite Kendra had been atop minutes ago. As he looked around, he noticed a tiny speck of something white and viscous still on the counter. A new wave of arousal washed over him as he reached down with his finger - it was still lukewarm. Clayton then did something he had never done before in his life, and put his finger to his mouth. As Kendra's cum was pungent, a little sour, and savory to the taste. It was powerful, full of pheromones that sent Clayton's senses on fire. He was used to the taste of Emily by now, but this was something new...and he loved it. The sensual, almost spicy taste of her cum was enough to make him close his eyes for a minute, and bask in the flavor. Kendra's voice broke the silence. "Uh, Clayton, what are you doing?" Clayton's eyes snapped open, and he stepped behind the counter to conceal an erection he did not feel rising. He stared at Kendra stupidly for a minute, finger stuck in his mouth, as she looked at him with a look that conveyed confusion, horror, irritation, incredulity, and something more that Clayton could not place. Her eyes snapped down to his waistline, which was behind the counter now, and back up to his face in an instant. Her cheeks reddened. He blinked twice, then pulled his finger out of his mouth slowly. "I cut my finger on something sharp, on, uh, the counter here," Clayton pointed momentarily at the island, then slid his hand quickly into his pocket. "Uh huh," Kendra said in a flat, annoyed tone. It was obvious she wasn't buying it. "When did you get here again?" "Five minutes ago," Clayton blurted in a deadpan voice. Kendra glared at him, getting more red in the face, and her eyes darting around the room, an awkward tension forming instantly. "So, I like doing my yoga uninterrupted and stuff, basically you really surprised me showing up like you did, it makes me a little uncomfortable to think about, so yeah." At this point, the air could be cut with a knife. "Just - I don't know, text me if you are early again. So I have time to clean up and stuff, be presentable. You know, clean up from my yoga. Not like I need time to clean. Clean up from anything else, I mean. Not that anything else was going on. Nothing else, actually." She stopped fumbling over words, and glanced at the counter where Clayton had wiped up her accidentally left-behind cum, and grew 3 shades deeper. She couldn't look him in the eye. Clayton felt incredibly awkward. It was apparent Kendra knew he had seen enough of the aftermath of her self-gratification to know that indeed, she wasn't doing any yoga. Clayton opened her mouth to speak, but Kendra cut him off with an abrupt step, and walked around the counter to reach in a drawer Clayton was standing by. His erection still half present, Clayton circled the counter opposite of her, drawing an even more uncomfortable pause into the room. She reached into the drawer, pulled out a pad of sticky notes, and wrote her cell number on it really fast. "Just text me next time, so I can be sure and let you in." She breezed out of the kitchen and back into her room without another word. *** A few hours later, Emily walked into the apartment. She closed the door to her room, and flopped down face-first next to Clayton on the bed. She let out a tired sigh. "Hey baby, I'm sorry I'm so late tonight." She rolled over onto her back, taking her clothes off as she went. "I know I was teasing you a little bit earlier, but I am way too tired. You'll have to use your imagination tonight, big boy." She sat up, pulling on the oversize t-shirt she slept in. "Will you be OK?" Clayton lay still, staring at the ceiling. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He said. "OK," Emily yawned, "I'm sure it helps your dreams feel more intense anyways. I bet I know exactly what you'll be dreaming about." Emily clicked out the light, and a little sigh told him she was already almost fast asleep "I'm not so sure about that," Clayton said quietly. He closed his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty as fair-skinned, glistening lips started sliding down a thick, green toy again. Redwood Manor: Autumn Pt. 02 ****Foreword**** I have been overwhelmed by the feedback from the first chapter of this series. To those who took the time to email me, thank you - more importantly, a HUGE thank you to my readers out there. Your support is the encouragement that helps me to continue. I feel it is important to clarify that this series will not be a standard read. I am firmly decided that scenario is as great a component of Erotica as explicit content, and this is written to reflect that. If you are looking for a quick, guilty pleasure, this may not be for you. If, however, you are willing to let the tension build inside as each chapter unfolds, you may find yourself well rewarded. Feel free to share my work, but please, I ask that all content including and following this paragraph be attributed to myself, the author, and that this note appear at the head of any reposting. I am happy to answer any mail, time allowing - just drop me a line at the link in my Author Profile. Comments, both public and anonymous, are encouraged! PLEASE! Feedback only helps me to improve. Constructive criticism is also welcomed, directed at the same email as found on my Author Profile. Happy reading, and more importantly, I wish you the best of fantasies ;) Regards, Nightingale ===+=== REDWOOD MANOR Autumn: Part 2 It was a gray Saturday morning, and the room was heavy with the carnal scent of sex. Windows fogged, the pouring rain could now only be heard above the girlish, gentle moans that filled the room. "Ugh, fuck," Clayton grunted aloud. Emily's pussy had just tightened considerably and relaxed again, the wolfish grin on her face completely betraying her intentions. She was always able to burn away his stamina whenever she was ready. "What's the matter, baby," she whimpered. "Too tight for you?" Clayton's eyes closed as the contraction repeated. He could not hold on much longer, and had lost the will restrain himself anymore. He kept his eyes closed as his thrusting lengthened and intensified, the orgasm in his pelvis starting to burn out of control. Only a gasp of surprise and a tensing of the thighs told him that Emily was no longer extremely comfortable with the pace. Her impeccably shaved pussy, tight as it was, could not handle the full length of his manhood, and this proved to be very frustrating in the heat of the moment. Clayton felt the walls of her soaking hole close around his cock as Emily tried to squeeze the orgasm out of him as fast as possible. The fire inside him broke free, and he opened his eyes in absolute euphoria. Emily was holding her breath, head turned to the side, desperately biting down on the covers of her sheets as her nails clawed on the bed. Her eyebrows were arched in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and as Clayton pulled his cock out to cover her tiny stomach in his cum, she let out an audible choke of relief. Clayton didn't say anything; he let the gobs of hot cum spattering Emily's torso speak for him. Clayton had needed this more than Emily knew. With a deep grunt, Clayton finished cumming, and flopped over onto his back. It may have been 2 weeks since he last had sex, but the sexual frustration he felt had been compounded infinitely after the incident with Kendra. Eleven days had elapsed since that evening, and every single one, Clayton had caught his mind wandering back to that erotic display. He had seen Kendra multiple times since, but they had yet to speak more than a few words to each other. Whenever Clayton came by the sister's apartment at Redwood Manor, Kendra would disappear into her room, remaining hidden there until long after he and Emily would head to sleep. The few times Clayton had found himself alone in the same room as Kendra, conversation was so tense that it felt artificial to even open his mouth. Eyebrows lightly furrowed in thought, Clayton jerked a little in surprise as Emily jabbed a finger into his cheek. "Hey Mr, that was really intense. I kinda liked it. What are you so lost in thought about? You just as breathless as me?" Emily giggled, wiping off Clayton's cum with a towel, and spoke in a playful tone. "You made quite the mess, I'll give you that. I'm going to take a shower. You should probably start making us breakfast, if you ever want a piece of this again." She smacked her ass lightly, disappearing into the shower attached to her bedroom. Clayton rose, putting on sweats and a t-shirt. The rain was beginning to ease up - perhaps they would make it to the Corn Maze tonight after all. Clayton walked out of Emily's room, surprised to see Kendra sitting on a couch in tight plaid pajama pants and a sweater. Her eyes lifted from the book she was reading, sweeping over Clayton with a cool, reserved disposition. Clayton shifted a little, and making up his mind, started to speak before Kendra could walk away again. "Look, I saw...enough...the other night. I shouldn't have watched, but I couldn't help myself. It was just so..hot." Clayton bit down on his tongue. The last bit he had not meant to vocalize. Kendra's cheeks gained a bit of color, but her expression remained unreadable. Clayton knew he was in for the long haul now, and he forged ahead with increasing speed. "I mean, you know, I am dating your sister, so there's that." This was going terribly, he realized. "Emily means a lot to me, but other women still turn me on occasionally. Not that you're just 'another woman'. You're her sister...which kinda makes this whole thing even worse. So, I guess what I am trying to say is that I am sorry for watching you, I just couldn't look away - wait, that's not what...fuck. OK, I'm going to stop talking now. Sorry." Kendra remained silent, but her look wasn't as distant as it was before, and the tension in the room had eased substantially. She brushed some of her dark, brunette hair behind an ear. "Thanks for apologizing. We don't need to talk about this again. To anybody. OK?" She looked back down at her book. Clayton nodded to himself, catching her double meaning. Kendra wasn't going to say anything to her sister, and some things were just better left buried and forgotten, he decided. After a minute, Kendra rose from the couch, and without a word walked back to her room. Clayton cursed himself silently as he could not help but stare at her firm, shapely ass as she walked away. Flashbacks of the previous night blazed across his vision. He put a hand to his eyes, rubbing them lightly, determined to corral his thoughts. The barely-audible sound of a snicker opened his eyes again. Kendra was in the doorway of her room, and with a final, cryptic glance, she walked inside. Clayton swore he could have seen the hintings of a smile on her face - but the moment lasted only half a second, and Emily's sister disappeared again, closing the door quietly behind her. Shaking his head, Clayton walked over to the refrigerator, pulling out a pack of bacon. He was feeling increasingly hungry, and not just for breakfast. "Pull yourself together, bud," he muttered under is breath. "That kind of crap only happens on the Internet. Don't read into this one." The bacon sizzled as he slapped it in the pan. *** "KENDRA! Come out! You've been in there ALLLL fucking DAY!!" Emily pounded on Kendra's door, the metal clasps of her coat adding to the clangor. It was safe to say, Clayton mused, that one of Emily's favorite pastimes was annoying her younger sister. It didn't matter that Kendra was 3 inches taller - Emily yapped at her regardless, like a small dog that didn't know any better. An exaggerated groan of annoyance sounded through the door. "Ughhhhhhhhhhh, Emily, what is wrong with you?!?!" The door popped open, a very aggravated Kendra bursting into the frame. "Time to venture forth into the world, hermit. Me and Clayton are going to Benhurst Farm for their Corn Maze, and you're coming along. You need some fresh air, anyways." Kendra made another exasperated sound of protest. "First off, I'm not a hermit. Second, I have nothing to even wear, no thanks to you an your inability to operate a washing machine correctly!" The old machine had broken out of nowhere the previous day, and because Emily had been the last to use it, the accident was incontrovertibly her fault. At least, according to Kendra. "HERE we go AGAIN," Emily rolled her eyes. "The people will be here with a replacement in, like, 2 days. You're telling me you have NO clothes?" Kendra scowled at her, mute. "Kendraaaaaaaa," Emily began to tease in a singsong tone, "do we have to drag you out the door in your PJ's?" She turned towards the five stairs that led to the front door, gesturing dramatically. "Or do we just have to toss you out there buck naked? Not that anybody would want to see that." Clayton, who had caught Kendra's eye as Emily turned around, immediately broke off the apologetic grimace he had offered in response to the antics of his girlfriend. Coincidentally, Emily's words found Kendra very interested in her nails. Emily whirled about. "So. What's it gonna be?" Kendra grumbled under her breath, closing the door behind her. Her voice could be heard through the door. "Give me five minutes!" Emily plopped down on the couch in the living room, an air of satisfaction about her. "The more the merrier, right?" Emily beamed. Clayton shrugged, nodding once in the affirmative. Tonight had just taken a very unexpected turn. *** It was a little past sunset by the time that the three of them had found parking. Kendra had complained with vigor for a little more than half the drive, and resumed her vocalizations as they exited the vehicle into the crisp fall air. "Yoga pants. Boots. Heavy coat. Scarf. Seriously Emily? You made me come out dressed like this? I don't care what you say, I'm gonna freeze!!" Emily paraded on to the entrance of the Maze itself, unfazed. "Quit yer bitchin'," she taunted, "You won't be cold for long." Kendra's doubts of that statement could be clarified by one look at her face. Clayton laughed, pulling on some gloves. "You guys argue like first-graders with the mouths of sailors." Emily whirled on him, defensive as ever. "You want any of the whiskey, or not? Hmm?" Clayton peaked an eyebrow. Whiskey, he mused, well, that would make this quite a bit more interesting. The Benhurst Corn Maze was the biggest one in Snohomish County, attracting droves of people from all over the Greater Seattle area. The clear skies, while indicating what would be a terribly cold night, meant that rain was not a possibility, only serving to increase the amount of patrons now standing in line ahead of them. Alcohol was strictly forbidden (as it took an average of an hour and a half to solve the Maze sober, no less), but hey, what were women's purses good for? Kendra was the first to speak up, her voice ringing with slightly nervous skepticism. "You really think that getting blitzed and doing a Corn Maze in the dark is a great idea?" She looked at Clayton, then back to Emily. Emily just shrugged. "Where's your sense of adventure? Come on, I didn't invite you along to be such a downer." Kendra opened her mouth in retort, likely to point out that she had been more dragged along as opposed to coming by her own will. Clayton jumped on the opportunity to prevent another argument, and spoke first. "Well, it really depends on what kind you brought along." He had not known about this clandestine addition to their adventure, but he would be damned if he drank crap whiskey out in the corn. "Relax, it's not bad stuff. Picked it up from a local distillery down in Seattle after work the other day. Besides, you both like Rye, so like I said in the first place. Quit. Yer. Bitchin'." With a resigned sigh and a sidelong look at Clayton, Kendra ceased her bemoanings and got in line. "You better make sure we don't get attacked, or something," she said. Emily piped up. "That's the spirit!" The line to get into the Maze moved at a laborious pace, and by the time they finally passed under the festive archway entrance, they were all shivering slightly. The path was wide, winding haphazardly side to side, and soon the view of the entrance was out of sight. In the darkness, Clayton heard the sound of a cork leave a bottle. The swishing sound of liquid came next, followed by the stiff exhale that always seemed to follow a large shot of liquor. "Woooo," Emily sputtered, "That'll warm you up quick." Clayton turned around, grasping for the neck of the fifth, silhouetted against the in the gathering dark of the corn. He put his lips on the bottle, and tilted it towards the sky. Immediately, the burn of potent alcohol filled his mouth, followed by the raw, wooden smoke of the flavor. Emily was right - this Rye was good, and went down smooth. Another quick pull off the bottle, and then it was in Kendra's hands. She took the bottle with reserve, a caution that quickly faded as the liquor hit her lips. "Mmmm," she hummed as she swallowed, "this IS good." Another trip around the circle found them all a little better off, the whiskey burning warm in their throats and bellies. "Right then," Clayton said as Emily put the bottle away, "which direction?" The path in front of them split into two, each winding away into the low mist on the ground. Somewhere, a frightened shriek echoed out. The dull sound of boots on dirt moved through the stalks. "Right!" Kendra said, and off they went. The Maze itself was utterly complex, and after stopping twice more for shots, the Clayton realized that they were utterly lost. He turned around to ask Emily if bringing flashlights would have been a good idea, only to see her totally gone. He tapped Kendra on the shoulder, and she stopped, turning to face him. "You, ummm, see where Emily got offto?" Clayton slurred a little. "No, no 'tat all...where'd she go?" Kendra was in about the same state. She walked past Clayton as he turned around, stopping a foot or so back down the path from where they had come. "EMMMMMMMMMM!" She called. "EMMMMM wherrreeee didyou goooooooooo." Clayton rubbed his eyes. Being tipsy in the darkness always made him a little tired, but right now it was more of a reflex than anything. He squinted a bit, and the stalks to their left rustled. Kendra stiffened. "Emily?" She peeped. A sudden yell and explosion of movement caused them both to jump. Kendra started back, left hand flailing behind her, just as Clayton stepped forward. His hand caught hers as she stumbled, keeping her from falling, and she leaned back into him to steady herself. Clayton's breath caught in his chest momentarily as Kendra's ass planted itself firmly into his pelvis. It felt exactly as it looked - supple, yet firm, and perfectly sized. To his dismay, the alcohol in his system shredded his self control, and Clayton felt a stiffness rising between his legs steadily. He clenched his teeth, trying to stop it before Kendra could feel it, before this situation turned into one of pure embarrassment. 'Too late', Clayton commiserated. Kendra froze as she undoubtedly felt his erection pressing into her rear, her grip on his hand slackening instantly...and then, with a whisper quiet sigh, her grip returned, and her back arched delicately. Clayton's desire to minimize his erection all but evaporated as Kendra pressed her round butt back into him. His hips responded on their own, squeezing the mass of his now fully-erect cock against her. An eternity passed in a second, and then Emily's bark of drunken laughter shattered the silence. "Ahhh ha ha ha ha, ohmygod, you two should have SEEN yourselvvvess ha ha ha, that was...pricelesssss, ah ha ha ha ha." Her voice brought Clayton hammering back to his senses. Immediately, he released the grip on Kendra's hand, and she stepped away from him towards her sister. Kendra smacked her on the arm, no longer petrified, and instead full of scorn. "You are...the...worst! I got superrrr scared foraminute!" Emily was practically in tears now, the alcohol in her system rendering her incapable of pulling it together. The shock of the scare began to dissipate, and Clayton started laughing, as well. "You hav - have to admit, Kendra," he injected between breaths, "that was prettyyyy good." Kendra twisted her head back towards him, away from Emily's hysterics. "I got the feeling that was your take onn the situation, if I don't sayso myselff ," she said with a raised eyebrow, and the phantom hint of a half-smile. Clayton laughed nervously. Was that comment intentional? Or was the whiskey clouding his perceptions? Kendra turned back around as Emily finally regained composure, grabbing the fifth from her purse. "Welllll, while you guys sit there laaauughing yourselves to death, I'm going to enjoy s'm-more of this delicious Rye." Kendra took a modest pull from the bottle, and wiping her lips with her sleeve, announced to the air, "obviously, you're both to sissy to keep up." Emily all but ripped the bottle from Kendra's hand. Once the challenge was accepted, and rounds taken, the bottle was stowed. Clayton, Emily and Kendra, now definitely inebriated, wandered around the Maze as night advanced around them. Clayton was only halfway focused on directions, though, as there was now a palpable chemistry he felt with Kendra. Positive it was just the alcohol, Clayton tried to minimize how far he read into the difference in attitude he felt emanating from her. Where reserve and distance had stood before, he now felt only playful flirtation and coyness in response to his usual teasing. The three of them laughed, wandered, and unsuccessfully tried to scare each other as they wandered through the dark stalks. The stars wheeled lazily across the sky as the evening drew on. Twice, Clayton thought they were almost out, and twice, they discovered that was not the case. The number of people they encountered on the path numbered less and less as the minutes rolled by. As they began to sober, the trio stopped at a three-way split in the path. Emily pulled out her her phone, the brightness of the screen causing Clayton to suck in a breath of protest. He brought up a hand to shield his eyes. "OK, it's 9:30, guys. We've been in here for about 2 hours. I don't know about you, but I'm starting to get a little cold and tired." Kendra nodded her head in agreement. "We're going left. Ready?" Clayton pondered breifly. Based off of their proximity to what he figured was the outer wall of the Maze, the way they should be going was right, and after another pause to analyze, he said so. "Hey, I have the keys to the car, so screw that. Follow me or walk home." Clayton shook his head. Emily could be intensely stubborn sometimes, but she wouldn't leave without them. Kendra knew this, and chimed in. "Hey, Em, what if Clayton is right? He is making sense. Come on." Emily's gaze flicked back and forth between the two of them. She stood up as straight as she could. "I see what's going on here. You tall people think that because I am short I have nooooooo idea of what I am doing. Fine. You go and get lost. I'll be in my car, drinking warm cider." And with that, she stomped off down the path. Clayton started after her, but Kendra swung an arm out across his chest to stop him. "Trust me. When she's like this, there's really no point. The best thing we can do is get out of here and make sure we have that cider waiting for her in the car." Clayton nodded, realizing she was absolutely correct. Emily was in no mood to be debated with. He turned to follow Kendra down the Right path, the corn quickly swallowing them again in stillness. They threaded the Maze for a few minutes, and then Kendra spoke up. "So honestly, how drunk are you still?" She said. "Pretty sure I would not be legal to drive," Clayton said foolishly. He had not intended to get this intoxicated, but hey, he thought, life happens. "How about you, anyways, what's your situation. It's a little easier to talk this way, isn't it? Less awkward, and all that jazz?" Kendra smiled slightly, nodding the affirmative. Her trademark shyness was melting away by the minute Redwood Manor: Autumn Pt. 02 "Chilly, hammered, third wheel? Well, second wheel now, technically." Clayton chuckled. "Is that what we are? A 'thing'? By means of the Corn Maze?" Kendra waved her hand in dismissal. "Oh please, you're looking at it all wrong, perv." "Since when am I a perv? Do elaborate, you lost me." Kendra scoffed, stopping in her tracks. "I think we both know I don't need to. Peeping Tom." Clayton was thankful for the night, as his bright cheeks now had nothing to do with the cold air. Kendra's words were gaining momentum. "You know, what the hell. We're both a little tipsy, and Emily isn't here: Honestly, why were you watching me in the first place? It's a little creepy, you know." Clayton was completely caught off guard by the boldness of her questioning. He hesitated. "Relax, this can stay between us. I mean, if I was that creeped out I would have told Emily already, so there's that..." Clayton decided to roll with the conversation, and fired back. "Honestly? It was one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life." Kendra regarded him without words for a minute, then began walking down the path again. "It means a lot that you took the time to apologize to me, you know." "Well, I didn't want to leave things so awkward with you. It kinda sucked." The pair rounded another corner o the Maze. "Where were you watching from?" Clayton felt no need to hide the details anymore, and answered truthfully. "The hill, by the kitchen window. Kendra snorted. "You are such a Voyeur. No wonder I have caught you staring at my butt so much lately." Clayton groaned. Had he really been that obvious? Kendra picked up the thread, seeming to read his thoughts. "It's partly my fault, you know. I feel really guilty and embarrassed admitting this, but it's been oddly gratifying the few times I've strut about for you. Great way to try out different pants. Not that I'm totally OK with it," she quickly added. "You? Strut about for me? And I'm still the perv?" Clayton teased. "Definitely." She paused. "No matter how hot I might look from behind on that counter." Kendra grabbed her ass cheeks, making them jiggle with the impact, and winked. The sight was entirely arousing. "Now you're just teasing me." Clayton growled. If Kendra sensed the change in his tone, she didn't show it. "That would imply there was something to be teasing you with. I'm kinda off the table, obviously." "Is that why you were glued to my erection earlier? Because you're unavailable?" Clayton meant it as a jest, but Kendra replied hotly, her tone one of mortified embarrassment. "This whole thing is just really weird, OK? Don't have to make it weirder." She drew in a breath, and held it for a second, and exhaled, debating over her next words. "Besides, it was over too fast to even feel much." Clayton was surprised again. "What? What is that supposed to mean?" Clayton demanded. Kendra struggled to answer. "Well - I mean, oh man...how do you not know what I am getting at?" Clayton kept his mouth shut, anger transforming into curiosity. "Here we go, geez...the other night? You were trying to hide it behind the counter?" Kendra stopped in awkwardly. It took Clayton a minute to connect the dots, and as the answer washed over him, he could not help but lower his voice. "You were trying to feel how big I am?" Kendra exhaled through her nose. "god, it sounds absolutely terrible when you say it out loud...but yes. Guilty. See why I'm not so creeped out after all?" She rubbed her brow in mild irritation. "This whole thing is such a mess." Clayton made up his mind. "Well, would you like a longer opportunity?" In the dim light, he could see Kendra's face snap towards him. "Clayton, what you're suggesting-" "Is totally wrong, messed up, and exactly what I know you want to do right now." He took a deep breath. "Look, you said it yourself: let's just leave this whole conversation in the corn. If we're going to be able to function normally around each other moving forward, though, it might be a good idea to just hash this out, tonight, right now, and then move on. Deal?" Kendra was quiet for a solid minute, and then in a single second, she made up her mind. "Okay. Tonight. That's it. I can't believe I'm agreeing to this." The sounds of people coming down the path made them start a little. Clayton looked at the gorgeous, fair-skinned brunette in front of him, and then over her shoulder. "Into the corn?" He suggested. Kendra nodded, and Clayton took her hand and walked her off the path, about 15 feet back into the rows. It was so dark back there that they could not see anything initially, and the relative light of the path in the Maze was almost lost to them. As their eyes adjusted, though, small details became perceptible, the first of which were Kendra's Ice Blue eyes. Just inches from his face, Clayton could see the same apprehension, excitement, guilt, and lust he felt reflected in them. "So, how do you want to...do this?" Kendra whispered, breathing fast and shallow. Clayton answered without words, turning her around in the darkness, and letting his hands slide to rest on her slightly protruding hip bones. Kendra took the cue, and pressed herself back onto Clayton again. A low, pleased sigh passed her lips as Clayton felt her shift against him. His body responded in kind, much like before, hips rocking forward in contracted pleasure. Kendra, holding both Clayton's hands firmly now, ground her round ass into him in slow, deliberate motions. His erection briefly caught on the inside of his jeans, and Clayton held Kendra's hips still. She peered over her shoulder, a questioning expression on her face. Clayton didn't stop to think - in one motion, he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. His cock sprang free, and Kendra gasped as she felt his hot member touch the small of her back. She tightened her grip again, and resumed her gyrations with a new level of sensuality. Clayton let out a low, deep moan. The Lycra of her pants slid across both her ass and his skin, rubbing his manhood steadily with a perfect amount of friction. He pressed her hips back harder into his, the stimulation compounding in pleasure. Kendra relaxed her movements for a minute, releasing Clayton's hands. "I can almost...feel it. Almost," she whispered playfully. Clayton nearly lost it as Kendra's hands began to slide her yoga pants down, now explicitly aware that she was wearing nothing beneath them. They slowly slipped over the curvature of her rear, stopping a few inches down her thighs. Clayton's eyes closed as the silk-smooth skin of her ass came into contact with his iron cock. He moaned again in passion as she slid up and down against the part of him pinned to her backside. His hands guided her hips gently, and Kendra let out a deep, almost desperate sigh. "You're not turned on by this at all, are you?" Clayton teased. Kendra twisted against him with an agonizing movement. "Why don't you find out yourself," She whimpered, and spread her legs a little further apart. Clayton needed no clearer invitation. He traced his right hand, glove discarded, across the flawless skin of her navel. As his hand slipped lower, he could feel the heat emanating from between her legs into the cold night. His middle finger ran through a small but tightly-shaved patch of pubic hair, and then over the tiny, erect pearl of her clitoris. Kendra's breath caught in her throat. He moved past it with purpose, continuing his trace further down her lips. Clayton could not stop the low moan that passed his lips as his finger finally parted Kendra' labia. She was absolutely soaked. His finger slid down her slit quickly, gliding effortlessly in her wetness. It was a kind of arousal Clayton had not felt before - thicker, almost viscous lubrication coated his finger, and he could already feel it covering her inner thighs. He slid his finger back up again, circling around Kendra's clit before flicking across it, and her right hand flew up into Clayton's hair, a grasp of passion and need. Clayton drew his finger back and forth across her slippery nub, making Kendra writhe beneath his plying. She moaned gently into the night, her breath coming in clouds of steam. As the entanglement between them heated further, she began to grind against Clayton's cock in sync with his finger movements. Clayton grunted out of his nose, pleased beyond measure as Kendra gyrated under his stimuli. He quickened the pace, egging Kendra on faster. Her moans grew quietly in volume, echoing with a muffled timbre in the corn rows. Faster Clayton went, circling Kendra's now-swollen clitoris. Her pussy was a hot, dripping mess, the space between her legs sticky and slick with arousal. With a ragged breath, Kendra spoke sinuously to Clayton. "Ohh, god, don't stop...keep going...your finger is going to make my pussy cum...oh, fuck, yessss like that..." In a very detached train of thought, Clayton marveled at the difference between the two sisters. While Emily was for the most part quiet, Kendra...Kendra was not. Her moans, her dirty whisperings, and the full-body response to being pleasured was more than enough to fuel the furnace of desire raging deep in Clayton's gut. He increased his speed still, feeling Kendra quiver under each pass of his fingertip. Clayton was posessed with a sudden need to fill her, and he slid his fingers lower, feeling for the way inside. Kendra moaned again, feeling his reaching fingertips, and rocked her hips forward in expectation. Covered in her silky arousal, Clayton's fingers slid inside of Kendra's tight hole with ease. A delicious sigh reached his ears, and he began to finger her pussy with calculated, deep motions. The wet sound of her sex sucking at his hand was enough to drive Clayton mad, and a few drops of precum leaked out onto Kendra's back. Her breaths had been speeding at a systematic pace, and as Clayton pressed deeper into her, she quaked with a quiet, guttural cry. "Don't stop...keep f-fingering...my...Ahhhhhhhh!" Kendra began to cum powerfully, her hips bucking wildly against Clayton's hand. The depth of her pussy rhythmically contracted around his fingers, the wetness inside squeezing out around them. In short order, his entire hand was dripping with her lubrication, and Kendra let out a sputtering moan, the climax of her orgasm clamping her legs shut again. Heartbeats slowed, and gradually, Kendra regained composure. Clayton withdrew his hand from her burning-hot mound, careful not to touch Kendra anywhere she would undoubtedly be extremely sensitive. Kendra, hand now free of Clayton's hair, lazily brought the fingers that were just inside her up to her mouth. Clayton languished in the sensation of Kendra licking his fingers clean, turned on by how much she savored the taste of her own pussy. She finished with a sigh, pulled her Lycra pants up again, and leaned back against Clayton. They were quiet for a minute, and then began the walk back towards the path of the Maze. "So," Clayton asked after his cock was back in his pants, "Satisfied?" Kendra rubbed her hand across the bulge Clayton still showed. "I think I have a pretty good idea." The expression on her face was one of utter satisfaction. "Safe to say, that got a little carried away." Clayton nodded, running a hand casually across Kendra's round butt, giving it a small squeeze. They stood together, touching each other gently, Kendra's afterglow intoxicating enough for the two of them. The mood gradually faded. As their sensibilities returned, Kendra took a step back, her Ice Blue eyes staring intently into Clayton's. "Clayton...you know that we can never do this again, right? Or talk about it?" "Yeah...probably not." "Probably? Let's try that one again." "What do you want me to say? Tonight was supposed to alleviate the tension between us, but now, I just feel more polarized about the entire thing. Tell me, honestly, that you feel any different." Kendra averted her gaze. Her words came quietly. "I hate the fact that you're right." Clayton's stomach bottomed out a little, and he felt sick. What had been intended as a quick release, a safety valve for the pressure growing between them, had only incubated the mutual attraction - that much was clear. "What are we going to do?" "Let's just, I don't know, keep the emotions out of this, okay? Maybe if we can starve this, all of it will just go away, or something." It was such a half-assed statement, Clayton would have been shocked if Kendra believed one word. The fire they had felt tonight was real, intense, and entirely inappropriate. Something deep inside Clayton's being told him that this night was far from the last. Kendra locked eyes with him, and Clayton could see the same base desire there. In that moment, he knew that despite outward appearances and formality, neither one of them truly regretted even a single minute of the evening, a fact that only served to further sour his mood. The last few yards of the Maze opened up before them, and shortly, Kendra and Clayton walked out into the parking lot. Emily was utterly passed out in the back seat, whiskey bottle empty on the floor next to her. "Guess she got tired of waiting for us," Clayton mused. Kendra shook her head. "She certainly loves to drink. I don't blame her. Especially given the recent change in circumstance." Clayton's laugh was hollow. He buckled his girlfriend into the back as best he could, and then plopped down in the driver's seat. It was a long drive home, and in short order Kendra began to nod off. As she teetered haphazardly in her seat, Clayton reached over to steady her. Without so much as a sound, Kendra folded over onto his shoulder, falling fast asleep. He sighed wearily, looking in the rear view mirror at his sleeping girlfriend. His life had just gotten incredibly more complicated. Gentle rain began to fall again as he merged onto the highway, headed South back to Redwood Manor.