Offline/Check out the river to try to clear your head
Despite just unloading days worth of "stress" into your cousin's mouth, you still feel spacey and pent up. The tranquility of the river is what you need right now, and the soft sound of the water rushing in the distance draws you toward it. A short trot down to the riverbank confirms your assumption too, no one around, everyone having had their fill of swimming for now. That is, no one except for Auntie Grace. You didn't see her right away, off to one side of the calm alcove that branches off of the river to service this beach. Unlike so many others this afternoon, you find she isn't interested in wearing her swimsuit everywhere, but that's because she's taking it off.
You catch Auntie just as she's undoing her bikini top, tugging the ties that hold it tight to her body and pulling it away before positioning it on the edge of a big slab of rock near the shore. You all call her Auntie because she technically is your Aunt (though not by blood; Mike's adopted sister or something) but it's more of a cute nickname since she's closer in age to most of your cousins than your Uncles. She's still in her 20s and perhaps not quite as vivacious or sultry as Aunt Becky, but she's decently trim and plenty sexy. And it's certainly a lot easier to see her in that way while watching her strip naked.
Grace leans forward, shimmying her wet bottoms off of her bottom, her skin nearly sparkling with droplets of water. But she turns away from the rock as she does so, twisting to give herself more room to bend over. That's when she spots you.
"Oh! Jay!" she says, freezing with her bottoms at mid thigh, but taking your arrival rather well considering. Still, neither of you were expecting to find company down here.
"Oh, s-s-sorry Auntie!" you stammer, trying and failing to look away from her stark nudity as if you weren't just watching her. She smirks at you, amused by your embarrassment. She tugs the lower half of her bikini back up her legs and over her butt. Then, instead of turning away from you to maintain some modesty as you expect, she turns toward you. She leaves her top behind and steps away from the rock, coming closer to you.
"Naw, it's okay. I just thought I was all alone," she continues, stepping barefoot in a manner befitting her name across the pebbly beach. You take a nervous step - practically falling over yourself - when her hands grab hold of her tits, but not to cover up. She playfully bounces each boob up and down, pointing them at you. "I really want to get rid of these tan lines but I didn't want to scare anyone away."
There's hardly a single tan line that you can make out, but her comment brings you to gaze straight at her chest as she stops a few feet away, her hands steadily lifting and bouncing her tits one at a time; for whose enjoyment it's hard to say.
"You don't mind, do you?"
You glance around, partly to make sure no one else can see, and yet certain that she must be talking to someone else. Swallowing hard, you merely shake your head.
"Great! Thanks, Jay!" She spins away from you, looking back over her shoulder as she walks away, seemingly interested in whether you're still gawking. "Come look at this rock! It's perfect for sunbathing."
You follow her to her spot at a short distance, biting your lip as you watch her bum sway with each step, but even once she stops you keep several meters away. How is she so okay with this? Is she a nudist or something? You bet all your other aunts would freak if you stumbled in on them half naked, but here's Auntie pointing her titties around.
"Don't be shy! I've never been!"
No kidding. You take another couple steps forward, hunching forward slightly, mindful of the bulge growing in your shorts.
"I'm so happy this big rock is here! It's like my own lounge chair!"
Auntie Grace hops up onto the unusually flat, slightly slanted, ablated top of the veritable boulder before you, about the same size as a long dinner table, and swings her legs up onto it. She then lays down, splaying out her body in front of you, putting one arm behind her head to get comfy, her tits shifting on her chest from hanging to resting, her nipples still standing tall.
"Uh-huh," you croak, your voice cracking.
"Really? C'mon Jay, be honest. What do you think?" Grace angles her body toward you, raising one of her knees into the air and arching her back. If you didn't know better you'd think she was posing for you. "Tell me this isn't perfect..."
"Yeah, it's..." With a glance down her body, her tanned figure on display before you, your stiffy making every thought difficult, you have to swallow your nerves again before you can even finish your sentence. "...awesome."
"Thanks! I sure think so!" she replies with a wink.
Grace pulls her other arm over her face, shielding her eyes from the sun, then noticeably relaxes; her legs part and her back settles against the rock. With her eyes covered, you openly drink in the sight of her gorgeous tits and tight pointy nipples, you'd guess perky B cups, then already feel precum leak into your shorts when you lean over top of her to peek down the front of her bikini bottoms, the edge held up but her hips. With her arms lifted up her stomach is drawn in slightly and the angle that her hips are at not only accentuates her figure but provides a narrow window to part of her pelvis. You just about mess your pants when you spot her pubic hair, immaculately groomed too - despite the fact that you've all been out here several days now - spying a narrow landing strip in the center of her pelvis without a hint of anything more around it.
Is she for real? She's just laying here right in front of you, bearing most of her body nearly completely naked, and begging you to check out her tits. Maybe you could even pull her bottoms open some more. You bet her pussy is incredible, too. God, to have sex with someone would be so good. You can imagine it so clearly, dropping your shorts right now to climb up on top of her and-
"Did you come down here for something?"
You look up to find Grace peeking out from under her arm, a hint of a grin in one corner of her mouth.
"No, uh... I mean I was just... looking around," you admit, caught in the act. It's not like she didn't know you would
"See anything you like?"
"Um, sure... yeah."
"Hmm. Well it's fun to look around. You can always look, right?"
"Oh... yeah, of course."
"Alright. I'm glad we agree. You go looking then. I'll be here a while."
"Uh... kay."
Did she just ask you to leave? Or did she just give you permission to stare at her? Fuck that is tempting, to pace around her rock for a while and absorb her fully lit figure from every angle you can find. You wish you had a reason to stay. Trying to strike up a conversation with her just feels creepy, and the guilt you now realize you're harboring from the lines you already crossed today is making you especially nervous and antsy.
You do look her over some more, drooling over her tits, your hands fidgeting, your dick screaming at you to do something, but you can't. You loiter just long enough to not be too awkward, then wish her happy sunbathing. But if she does this often then you'd better visit the beach on the regular to find her indulging in whatever exhibitionist act this was another time.
Hunched forward on a log back at camp, your cock still angry at you, you just about die seeing Aunt Becky run around in her bikini - skimpier than Grace's - with a group of young girls chasing her. They too are scantily dressed, some girl running around in just a pull-up, Yulia donning nothing more than Asha's bikini bottoms, and Beth still topless in her butt-hugging half length teal leggings.
Beth is especially striking to you when you recall she's wearing her stretchy shorts without any panties. The wedgie currently separating her butt cheeks appears to wrap right around to her front. You thought you spotted camel toe this morning when she first put them on, but that was nothing. Right now her shorts have molded themselves into the cleft of and around her young pussy mound, presenting her smooth slit in full detail and disgusting accuracy, flashing in and out of view as all the girls twirl around for some reason in front of your aunt.
You almost snap at your mom when she asks you to help with something, your whole body tense. You try to whine your way out of it but apparently you haven't helped with anything since you got to camp and mom is intent on changing that. Sexy Aunt Becky and her enticing little pixies run off in a new direction and you decide to reluctantly obey your mother.
Menial tasks take you through to dinner. Your cousin Lizzy, Uncle Dave's daughter, helps you with some of them, which is pretty cool of her. She's always been pretty cool, but with her being older than Jet you never really got to know her as she was starting to do teenager things when you were just starting elementary school. You wouldn't say she's conventionally pretty, but her jean shorts could change your mind. She even uses them to hip check you, trying to nudge you out of your visible funk. If you were to do it one day, you could picture her being the kind of girl you would want to marry. She's just so warm and supportive. You wonder if she's ever sucked a cock before. She is in college, so probably tons of them.
Dinner is plenty decent until there's some sort of commotion in one of the cabins, a few aunts covertly pulling out sleeping bags and cracking windows. Nicole shares with you that Asha puked in the kids cabin but the adults are trying to keep it under wraps. That's when Uncle Mike comes over carrying a small tent still in its duffle and shouting if there are any kids that want to sleep in the woods tonight. A bunch of excited hands go up and Uncle Mike asks you to give him a hand as he leads you all away from the cabins and into the trees.
Your uncle likely heads deeper into the trees than he intended to, but once you find a space both clear and large enough between the trees to get setup, it only takes a few minutes to put the tent together. As soon as it's up there are kids diving into it and claiming ownership of different spots inside. But even the youngest among you quickly realize there are more interested kids than the tent will comfortably fit, which raises all sorts of new questions. Beth and Brayden turn to their dad to confirm whether they'll get a spot, which grabs the attention of the other kids. But Mike isn't having it and puts his hands up.
"Naw naw, I'm not picking favorites. I just put it together. You can all figure out who lays in it."
Unsatisfied with that answer and wanting direction, they turn to you as the next oldest person present, Uncle Mike already walking away.
"Jay? I get to sleep in the tent, don't I? I'll be your bestest friend!"
"No way! That's not fair! Besides, he's my best friend! Why would he give it to you, Bethany?"
Ah shit. Here we go again, stuck in the middle of these two. You have no idea how many kids could actually fit in there. It's not a big tent, but most of the kids aren't very big either. Though once you factor in sleeping bags and rolls and things it will be a different story.
You could just tell them the truth, that there likely isn't room for them, but then you're no more helpful than their dad. It's probably best to let one of them stay, even if it gets the other one jealous, so you can both flex and test your authority. It should at least make your own cabin a bit less dramatic tonight if they aren't both there to fight over you.