Offline/Go on another hike with Beth and Bray

You aren't about to waste an opportunity to shirk responsibility so you thank Uncle Dave as Beth and Brayden both grab an arm and pull you towards the road leading into camp to have another epic hiking adventure. They happened to get dressed while you were toiling, Beth donning the same pink shorts as yesterday while Brayden opted for a tight sleeveless wife beater which looks to be a better choice given the heat of midday than the big baggy shirt he was wearing yesterday. You can easily imagine a relative buying him that ill-fitting attire - maybe Gramsie - for his birthday and he was required to wear it on the ride into camp as a show of thanks.

After a solid hike down the main road to distance yourselves from camp, and further out than yesterday, the two siblings gleefully divert into the trees and horse around in the bush much like before. You find a rusted out wheel with a big dent in it that some vehicle likely abandoned on the side of the road decades ago. Brayden stumbles across a skunk den which they almost turn into a game of chicken to see who can flush out a skunk first, but you manage to convince them to steer clear. You all take turns kicking through the brush, but with Beth in the lead you all happen to run into a dense patch of weeds. It's hard to make your way through it in shorts, the foliage trying to scratch you up, but you don't realize you're too deep until you're in the middle of it.

"This stuff is awful. Let's turn around."

"It's not that bad," claims Brayden, trying to stomp his way forward.

"Nah, it's bad," you insist. "We should head back anyway. We've gone too far. So let's get back to the road a-"

"No! I don't wanna go back! We've only been, like, an hour?"

"Yeah, whatever. C'mon." It's definitely been longer than that, but that's irrelevant. You're getting tired after not a great sleep and the heat is wearing you down faster than yesterday, even under the canopy of the trees, so you'd love to get a drink.

"Listen to Jay, Brayden. You're not the one in charge."

"Yeah, you're right... this is your fault! YOU were in front, Beth! You led us into all this crap!"

"Guys..."

"I did a better job than you did! All you found were smelly skunks!"

Beth tries to move past her brother to follow you back to the road but Brayden takes that as a physical challenge. One second they're shouting and the next Beth is knocked back onto her butt, squarely onto a huge thistle.

"AH! OW!"

"Ugh. Brayden."

"That wasn't my fault! She pushed me first!"

You help Beth get up and lead them all back to the road. Beth's lips are pursed as you walk, the girl stewing with anger, tears welling in her eyes. The moment you pop out into the thinner trail of foliage growing down the road she slips her hand into the back of her thin shorts. She promptly pulls back out as if something attacked her fingers. It seems her butt has been getting continually stabbed even after pulling her to her feet.

"That's what you get," Brayden mutters spitefully at her dismay.

"Alright, c'mon."

"Stop!" she cries, you and Brayden already trying to move out. Once you turn around to see what's wrong, Beth carefully lowers her shorts down her thighs before picking at her panties. She grabs the elastic hem which holds the pink undergarment tight to her butt and stretches it outward, trying to fan out the delicate cotton to separate it from her backside and find relief.

After a bit of fussing, sensing your impatience, she groans then pulls her shorts up. "Ow!" Beth exclaims again when her bottoms are pulled tight against her bum. Despite her effort to de-prick herself she still appears to be out of sorts.

"Don't be a crybaby. It was just a thistle."

"It was ginormous! It got me all over! I can still feel it poking me!"

"Then fix it already! Stop making a big deal out of it and fix it!"

Beth, scowling at her brother, turns away before abruptly dropping both her shorts and her panties, sharply twisting her torso left and right to obtain a better view of her backside as she flashes her butt at you. She tries to hold her clothes up with her knees as she contorts herself, but a single errant twist of her leg is all it takes for the pink color matched pantie-shorts combo to careen down to her ankles.

"I think... it's in my butt," she shares, concerned only for what's pricking her, looking back at you with a deep frown.

Brayden bursts out laughing at that. "That's hilarious! Nice going thistle butt!"

"Shut up! It stings!"

"Okay, well if you can't fix it then pull up your prickle pants and let's keep going," you quip with a smirk. "I don't want to be late for dinner again."

"Prickle pants! That's a good one!" Brayden cackles.

"You guys! I'm serious! It's like there are needles in my butt! And they hurt!"

"I bet thistles here are poisonous!" Brayden glibs gleefully.

"Then pull them out," you direct her with a sigh of exasperation.

"I'm trying," she says, her fingers pawing at her rear end.

You and Brayden are left to stare awkwardly at her pale ass while she feels up her butt, Beth prying her bum apart and picking along the underside of her cheeks in all manner of undignified and inappropriate ways. It's surprising to you that she would do this in front of her brother, to root around her backside like that in plain view. There are tons of trees to hide behind. You sure wouldn't do that in view of your own sibling, let alone anyone else if you could help it, but she might just not be thinking about modesty if she's desperate for relief. And although you do agree with Brayden that it's funny to see Beth's bare butt all of a sudden, it's less amusing the longer it goes on, especially if she's really in pain.

Standing there for well over a minute, you're beginning to feel uncomfortable, doing your best to look away. Her brother isn't as concerned and continues to poke fun at her struggles. Finally she turns to you from over her shoulder with tears welling up in her eyes again. "I can't find them!"

"What?"

"The prickles!"

"Why not?"

"I can't see!" she yelps, stomping a foot down in frustration. "Can you please help me, Jay?"

You and Brayden take a few steps closer as Beth continues to pry at her butt. Even after you squat down behind her for a better look she continues to frantically scratch and pick at her skin.

"We can't see with your hands in the way," admonishes Brayden.

"Yeah. If it's under... Maybe lean forward or something."

Beth does you one better. She bends so far forward that she plants her hands on the ground in front of her, her pigtails touching earth, her pert butt pointed up at the sky. She quickly switches between peering at you from around her side and from underneath between her legs, her back alternating between straight and curved, pointing her butt high and low repeatedly, practically winking her anus at you as her cheeks open and close, the underside of her squishy bald pussy lips remaining in plain view through it all.

"Can you see anything?" she asks from between her narrowly parted legs.

"Yeah, your privates! Ha!"

"Shut up! Justice? Jay? Just fix it, okay?"

"Nope, we can't. I think you're stuck with a vagina forever!"

Beth lashes a foot out at the antagonizing Brayden but forgets that her shorts are restraining her legs. Her shoe briefly getting bound up by stretchy fabric after it lifts off the ground, her foot does manage to break free of its cloth binding and forces her to clumsily step out of her shorts before striking at her brother, which puts her off balance. She steadies herself by widening her stance, but only after Bradyen is sitting on the ground.

"I hope YOU land on a thistle!"

"You kick like a girl! And you queef when you kick!"

"Are you, uh... sure there's needles?" you ask while you guiltily gaze at her exceptionally cute ass and perfectly smooth slit. You swear you're not trying to stare, but, like with her brother, it's hard when something is pointed right at your face. Almost as hard as you're getting the longer you look at her. This is the first proper look you've had at any kind of real life pussy, other than your sister when you were both still kids, but that was years ago.

"I can feel it," she insists. "Right here."

Beth brings a hand up around the side of her butt and points a finger along the lower half of her butt crack, vaguely above her thighs but still very much under her, and dangerously close to her slit. Gently placing your hand on one side of her small bum cheek, you pull it up and aside with your thumb hoping to stretch her skin and better locate the pointy intruder, but in doing so you stretch more than just her butt. Spreading her cheek up and outward happens to open up her pussy simultaneously, her squishy vulva parting to expose the slight, delicate, bright pink folds hidden between them.

"Ew!" laughs Brayden, leaning against you, as uncomfortable as anything. "Girls are gross! Aren't they gross?!"

"No, boys are gross!" responds Beth assuredly. "Can you see it yet?"

There's plenty to see, but not what she wants you to find. It's not until you start gliding your fingers over her rounded cheek that you feel the tiniest prick protruding from her ass. Meanwhile, there's a very constricted prick fighting against your pants. You tug at your own prick briefly before daring to pluck at hers, digging in with your fingernails to yank out the nearly invisible little spike that broke itself off in Beth's bottom.

"You got one?" Beth asks, nearly surprised.

"Are there more?" you ask nervously.

Altogether you spend several minutes rubbing along Beth's upturned ass looking for more prickles. Brayden can't contain his giggles each time you part Beth's ass and stretch her pussy this way or that, going so far as to whisper for you to make his sister's slit wink at you. You do oblige him one time, yourself tickled by the rare opportunity to mildly manipulate your compliant little cousin's pliable vulva and soft bum. For her own part she doesn't seem to mind, more bored than nervous, and starts mindlessly chatting about falling off her bike into a rose bush last year.

Beth does tell you where to go, hot or cold, to get closer to what she can feel, and as such you hardly feel in the driver's seat. You're just touching what she tells you to. You never touch her most private area directly, but you can't keep your meandering digits from wandering closer and closer to Beth's puffy vulva as you work your way under her ass through her own imperfect directions, Beth guiding you inefficiently to say the least. The fact that a real girl's pussy is so close that you could taste it, literally lick it, has you more nervous than she is. But at worst your fingers happen to innocently skirt along the inseam of her pelvis in the course of trying to help her, inducing a curious wiggle if not an outright giggle from the folded little girl.

Despite your lengthy dedication to the task, you only end up removing two more tiny needles from Beth's backside. It was surprising she could feel them at all. But when you finally call it done and step away, Brayden shoots in and unabashedly plants his thumbs on his younger sister's pussy lips. He quickly pries them apart, spreading her small opening wide for comic effect.

"Bluurgh!" he says with a high pitched squeal, as if voicing his sister's snatch.

"Brayden!" Beth pulls her backside away from him and quickly rights herself, cupping her hands over her crotch. He merely laughs, which appears to be contagious since she struggles to contain her own amusement at her brother's silliness but still purses her lips as tightly as she can manage, determined to scold her big brother. "You're not funny!"

Brayden doesn't even respond. He just shouts "blurg" and laughs some more. You try to settle him down but you can't help chuckling yourself. There was a lot of weird tension built up after inappropriately manipulating and inspecting Beth's bared underside for so long but Brayden somehow cut through all of that in an instant by being even more inappropriate.

"Okay, okay, we should, um... let's go already."

Beth responds to that order not by stepping back into her bottoms as you expect, but by stepping the rest of the way out of them. You're thinking she must need to untangle them or something, but that doesn't happen. The brother and sister duo then calmly start back the way you came, both of them laughing about the thorny-bike incident that she brought up, Beth casually airing out her pussy with her shirt reaching no further than her waist.

This seems crazy. You have to interject.

"Uh... aren't you going to put your pants back on?"

She gives you a quizzical look. "No. They have prickles in them."

"Oh... okay."

You do get her train of thought, but it's still weird that she's so unfazed to be strolling through the forest completely bottomless. It's not like there are a bunch of people around, but she isn't here by herself either. It feels so strange to you that Beth would be so willing to casually walk half naked beside her brother, let alone beside any of her older cousins, holding her clothes so loosely at her side. You don't think Emma would. And you doubt your sister would stand for letting you spread her pussy open so garishly, even as a joke, but it's clear that your relationship with your sister is nothing like the one these two have. You're not sure if that's a product of being forced to share one bedroom or if they are just a bit odd.

Although Brayden had taken every opportunity to poke fun at his sister a moment ago, now that you're underway he seems to be back to his normal self, similarly unfazed that his sibling is half naked. You wonder if all of his teasing was more about Beth being bent over and vulnerable than being half naked. You know you're definitely fixated on the second part, stealing even more perverted glances of the aloof young thing now that she's okay while your frustrated cock fails to push itself down your pant leg. And despite what Brayden did, you feel like the bigger pervert, still eyeing up her scrawny legs and tiny slit, staying just ahead of her to keep everything in view. It's a touch confusing even, like you know your little cousin shouldn't be getting you so excited regardless of how dressed she is, but your dick sure doesn't care. When he refuses to calm down you're forced to flip yourself up into your waistband to try to make the rest of your walk more comfortable.

Despite how much your dick appreciates the change of scenery, it unfortunately dawns on you that you can't let her walk into camp like this. Well, you could, but it feels like a bad idea.

"Are you sure you don't want to put those back on? Because I think you should."

"What? But I don't wanna prick my privates!"

Her brother stifles a laugh but you wave him down. Are these two trying to ruin your vacation? You can already hear people up ahead so you really need to sort this out before you go further.

Make Brayden share clothes with his sister

Maybe your shirt is long enough to cover Beth

Try to bypass the camp to get them back to your cabin