Public Nudity/the boys stealthily remove your clothes

You climb into the back row of seats and settle down between Adam and Stevie, giving them an up close look at your cleavage and behind, respectively. Tommy and Zach, with Henry between them, turn around and smile at you over the back of their seats. Once you get settled Mrs. Munroe, Zach and Henry's mom, speaks up from behind the wheel.

"Good morning Claire! Are you sure you'd rather not sit in the passenger seat instead of the very back?"

"Morning Mrs. Munroe, and it's fine, I'm okay with sitting back here. And thanks for the ride," you reply. You look around at the boys, greeting their smiles with an innocent one of your own, pretending not notice the glances at your chest they keep stealing when they think you can't notice. Yes, you're perfectly happy back here.

"It's no problem dear, I'm working the graveyard shift at the office so it's no trouble for me. But now that you're all here, which camp are we heading to, Camp Fremont or Camp Charleston?"

Now there is something you hadn't considered. Camp Fremont is closer, the one you can reach by foot in just a few hours, but is more compact and much more likely to be filled with other campers, while Camp Charleston is farther away, little over an hour by car if there's no traffic (which there always is), but it's much more spread out and likely to be less crowed. As you're thinking this over, however, it seems the boys had already decided.

"Camp Charleston," Zach says before turning towards you, "you don't mind, right Claire?"

You contemplate it for a brief moment.

"Sure, I don't mind."

"Alright, Charleston it is. Boys sit properly in your seats until we hit the highway," said Mrs. Monroe without turning around. In fact, you're pretty sure she hasn't looked back here the entire time you've been in the car, otherwise she might've had something to say about your outfit. Then again, Mrs. Munroe tends to have her eyes glued to the road at all times when driving, even when motionless.

As it stands, the boys whoop in excitement as they sit back in their seats properly and the van pulls back onto the road. You simply lean back and close your eyes and enjoy the ride as the boys whisper among themselves. You try listening in but fail to make out what they're saying, but you're pretty sure it had something to do with the show they received earlier. You do, however, know that your lack of a bra was very apparent to anyone watching as you feel your boobs jiggle and bounce with every bump in the road. Doing your best to suppress a smile, you carefully crack open your eyes just enough to see while still appearing closed and looked around.

Sure enough, even though Adam and Stevie are leaning forward to talk with the others, they're both facing you and very pointedly staring at your tits. The two obviously think your eyes are closed as they're not even trying to act discrete. Feeling their gazes on you sends a spike if excitement through your core, and you can feel the stiffness building in your nipples. You almost have to bite your tongue to keep from laughing as their eyes slowly widen seemingly in tune to your nipples gradually becoming erect.

Before long the van reaches the highway and you hear the seat belts around you unbuckle, so you open you eyes and stretch your arms out. You arch your back as you stretch and push the seat belt further in between your boobs, drawing your tank top taught against you nipples and giving all the boys an up close look at your firmly erect nipples. You give it a second more then lean back into your seat and unbuckle yourself, and before long calls your attention.

"Claire, take a look at this," he says as he ways you forward.

You push yourself up and lean over the seats in front of you between Henry and Zach's headrests, having to grab hold of them for stability as the van hits a small bump. You can't completely straighten your legs from this position so you rest your torso on the seats and adjust your legs a until they straighten, while also having the side effect of pushing your tank top further up your waist as you move, bunching it under your breasts. You are also aware of how your ass is sticking up in the air behind you at the moment, with your shorts stretching out as much as they can be.

In Zach's hands is a fancy looking camera in a cameo styled casing. He starts to talk about it to which you try to listen but your attention is suddenly grabbed by the feeling of something touching the waistband of your shorts. You put on an interested face and nod at the appropriate times as Zach talks, a skill you perfected listening to your younger siblings ramble on, but move your attention to what's going on behind you. You feel four hands, undoubtedly Stevie and Adam, carefully grab your waistband just in front of and behind your hips and slowly pull on it, forming what must be a rectangular shape with how they're holding it, and gently pivot it across the curve of your bottom and down your thighs.

You almost can't believe it. These boys, the same boys you hang out with all the time, who try and sneak glances at your body when they think you're not looking, who were reduced to near stammering wreck not an hour ago at the sight of your naked body, are stripping you right here in the van! And you have to admit it, if not for your keen sense of knowing if something is touching you or not, they would have gotten away with it and you'd have though your short just fell down! Against your better efforts a small smile crosses your lips as you feel a swell of pride at how daring your boys have become. This is going to be a fun weekend indeed.

You wonder if it occurs to them why it is you aren't wearing panties.

"Hey Claire, why don't you take off your shoes so you'll be more comfy," Tommy spoke up while slipping his own shoes onto the floor.

Just as he was talking you faintly felt your shorts reaching your calves. You smirk a little as you reply.

"Good idea, these boots were starting to feel a little constricting anyways," you reply in return. You actually didn't tie your boots very tightly, which they were probably counting on as you shift one boot to hold down the other and pull your foot free before repeating it, knowing that as you do so you're also stepping out of your shorts. Feet free you bend you knees and rest them upside-down on your seat for support, leaving you bottom less with your ass in the air surround by a group of preteen boys. You suppress a shiver at the thought and hope that you don't start to get wet, otherwise they might notice.

"Here Claire, you check it out. And be careful not to drop it, it's brand new."

You are pulled from your internal admiration as you find the camera being handed to you. However, Zach lets go just before you get a good hold on it and it slips from your grip, bouncing off the seat. All thoughts of exposure quickly leave your mind as you lunge for the camera before it hits the floor, and grabbing it just in time, only to realize you fell right into stage two of their plan.

"Woah!" is all you get out as your weigh shifts forward and you lose balance and your red locks fall in your face, obscuring your vision. Before you can completely flip over the seats the boys are quick to act, with Adam and Stevie grabbing your legs and stopping your descent. Tommy, Zach and Henry, however, grab your tank top where it got all bunched up, pull on it to get it off your skin, and swiftly yank it up you chest, over your head, and down your arms. Once they reach your hand they quickly snatch the camera, and your shirt, from your hands before grabbing your waist and arms to hoist you up over the back and into your seat again.

Rather than take things slow and gently like so you wouldn't notice like with your shorts, their strategy this time was to be so quick you wouldn't know what happened. With being caught off guard by suddenly losing balance, how fast the moved, and your hair blocking your eyes, if you'd hadn't been aware of their plan already then they might have pulled it off with you none the wiser.

"Everything okay back there?" you hear Mrs. Munroe ask.

"Claire almost fell over the seat, but caught her, everything's fine," Henry said to reassure her.

You smooth back your hair so it's out of your eyes and rest your hand on the seat as you look up, trying to catch your breath. Tommy, Henry, and Zach were leaning on the back of their seats, heads sitting on their crossed arms, while Adam and Stevie were leaning back against their seats, all five of them facing you with smiles across their faces. Not that you can blame them, after all there is a completely naked teenage girl right in front of them not even bothering to cover up since, as far as they believe, she isn't even aware that she's naked. However you do have your legs are together, so they can't see you pussy, but can still see the little crimson trim peeking out.

"Thanks guys," you say with a smile that's half from gratitude of catching you, and half from managing to get you naked in a way that wouldn't tip them off to your true intentions.

"No problem," they reply in neat unison while continuing to soak in the sight before them.

You're happy to indulge them at this moment, but as for the rest of the drive:

• you continue to act oblivious
• you 'discover' you're naked
• they point out your nudity
• they get you into your brother's shirt