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"I have my own room, so I usually just wear my boxers to bed." you confess.
"That's cool! I have to share a room with my pain-in-the-butt sister." Brayden is clearly both jealous and enthralled. Looks like you officially have cool older cousin status. "Why don't you wear pajamas though?"
"Jay doesn't wear pajamas?" chimes his sister Beth. "But what's he wear to bed then?"
"That's what I said!" echoes Brayden, calling more attention to you.
"I don't know. They just never felt comfortable, I guess." Total BS. You read one of your mom's magazines a few years ago that sleeping naked is a sign of sexual maturity, which was a whole other level of BS, but with that in your head you ended up sleeping in your skivvies while your family was vacationing with Aunt Becky, unable to strip all the way without feeling weird and yet still trying to send your hottest aunt some sort of signal. Then you had to keep the act going at home to convince your mom you weren't just being weird and it stuck after that. Of course you're not about to share all of those details with anyone, least of all these kids. "It's great when it's hot though," you add.
"It is hot in here, huh? I can do that too, right?" Brayden pulls off his shirt without waiting for your answer, looks up at you proudly, and then expectantly. It seems he almost forgot you hadn't started changing yet.
Beth starts nattering something about whether you're going back to the campfire if you aren't going to change and a couple other kids get upset that you might leave. You may have a riot on your hands if you don't play by the rule you made just moments ago, so you decide to hurry up and undress for bed. If no one else has any modesty, why should you? You strip your top and toss your shirt in the direction of your bed but it hits your sister instead. She looks at you incredulously, but you ignore her and continue dropping your pants. Brayden does the same with his PJ bottoms and, since Emma knows how you sleep, this clues your excitable sister into the latest acceptable fashion trend.
"Wait, is it an underwear party? Underwear party!" she proclaims, happily stripping her nightie and baring her lithe little figure for all to see, giggling in her thinly veiled desire to be naughty. "C'mon Asha, join in!" she goads her friend. "Don't be shy! Take off your clothes! It's an underwear party!"
Emma reaches out for the hem of Asha's night shirt but her bestie manages to skitter away with a "Stawp!" That's a challenge to your sister and Asha recognizes her mistake right away. She yelps and springs to her feet running across the cabin with your sister in hot pursuit. It's a good thing your cock has settled down so you're at least that much more decent as you snatch Emma away from peer pressuring (or assaulting?) her friend. Wrestling your nearly naked sister doesn't help your situation though. You've never had feelings for her like that, but sometimes skin is skin and your lower brain doesn't care if that skin is blood, especially not after wrapping both your arms around her topless torso long enough to end the chase.
"This is not some panty party, sis! I just don't have PJs with me, so go put your nightie back on."
"Yeah, don't you know it's just so hot in here?" Brayden unhelpfully adds, standing at your side equally as threadbare as you and Emma.
"Well that's not fair at all!" Just by the tone of her voice you know you won't win this one. You don't even know why she wants this - maybe just to embarrass Asha, who knows - but it's clear she's not going to back down. "Why do you get to sleep in your underwear then? I'm hot too!"
You hold your tongue from making a quip there. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot May with a sly grin already losing the pajamas you helped her find a moment ago. You'd like to stay in control of this but you still don't want a riot. It is admittedly hot in here and that's only going to make everyone less reasonable. You're not sure if you should put the blame for what's happening on Emma or Brayden, but you make a mental note to figure it out later so you can get back at them another time.
"Fine, you win. Anyone can sleep in their underwear if they want to. If they WANT to, Emma. No more trying to strip anybody if they aren't interested."
"Thank you, Jay!" pops a voice from somewhere in the room. There are a pair of girls whispering to each other and you can't tell which one had spoken up. Nevertheless, you seem to have settled another argument you didn't even know about.
Emma and Asha return to their sleeping bags. Emma looks like she lost the argument even though she still gets to sleep in her panties. You must be a master of compromise, but you can see her immediately start whispering with Asha, perhaps still trying to convince her friend to join her. Better than ripping her clothes off at least. You scan the room for other disputes to settle as if bickering cousins will just spawn out of the woodwork. No magical cousins appear at that moment, but Nicole is watching you with a thoroughly bemused smile. Suddenly self-conscious, you are aware of the growing tent in your thin shorts.
You quickly turn off the lantern one of the adults hung up for you which instantly makes it less embarrassing to be walking around with half a chub in your underwear. This draws a cry of protest from a bunch of kids and cheers from others, even though there are still a few flashlights offering plenty of ambient light. Commandeering one of the flashlights someone tried to light you up with as a form of protest, you pull out your book and climb into your sleeping bag.
Any hopes of killing the lights settling the cabin down is dashed right away. Wade wants the window open because it's so stuffy, but Brayden wants it closed because he says the adults outside are too loud (though you suspect he wants to keep his reason to stay in his briefs). Beth asks for someone to tell a ghost story and Asha obliges, but little May gets scared, then mad, then starts throwing things trying to get the story to stop. It's like every time the kids settle they just get riled back up again. You try to read for a while and let them sort through the things they can but after rereading the same paragraph uncountable times you decide it's impossible to concentrate with the buzz of activity still filling the cabin. Glancing over at Nicole, you can tell she is having similar troubles with her own book. Guess this is pointless.
"Okay, lights out. All of them," you announce and shut off your flashlight. Still trying not to be the bad guy you add, "Whispers only until sunrise, got it? We all need sleep for tomorrow."
The kids mostly comply and manage to keep their voices down, save for some giggles here and there. Some of them even seem to fall asleep the moment the last flashlight goes out. Your sister and Asha keep gossiping for what feels like hours and you have to keep poking Emma to remind them to keep their voices down, but they eventually either figure out how to whisper or drift off themselves.
You last remember being frustrated with Emma, but you clearly fell asleep at some point because you wake up with just a hint of light coming in through the windows and heavy sleepers all around. You're not even sure the sun has actually risen yet, but you doubt you'll find any more sleep than what you just got. You stand up to dress since no one is awake that you'd need to hide your morning wood from. Looking around, it seems it got hot enough last night that a few of the kids found themselves sleeping out of their sleeping bags. Asha is splayed out with her bag wide open, both her own and Emma's hand resting on her stomach, her shirt lifted well past her panties. You can only imagine that was a compromise Asha made to keep your sister happy. May seems to have gotten cold again after crawling out of her bag as she is curled up into a tight little ball next to Beth.
Continuing your scan, you spot the one who must have thanked you for putting an end to the peer pressure last night. At least you assume so given what is plain to you now. Spread eagle, her hair a mess, the girl's thin nightie has ridden all the way up to her chest to reveal not only one of her nipples but her whole bald cooch, not having worn any panties to bed. Sleeping commando seems a curious decision for a girl whose sleep style might best be described as thrasher, or perhaps crocodile, having rolled her way out of her bed and nearly out of her nightie.
You step through the landmine field of little cousins intent on pulling her sleepdress down for her, but when you reach her you see much of it is bunched high under her back and you're not sure if you can pull it down without waking her. If you do wake her it could end up looking really bad if she doesn't understand what you're doing. Perhaps you should just leave her for someone else to find. Of course in your moment of hesitation you spend far too much time staring down in "contemplation" at your basically naked little cousin, the rising sun slowly illuminating more and more of the puffy slit between her splayed open legs.