Offline/Tell them it's time for breakfast
"It's time for breakfast. Hurry up. Let's go."
They stare at you, none of them moving right away. You even wait a few seconds, then turn towards Nicole again. The girls immediately release another round of giggles but you ignore it, trying to give them both the benefit of the doubt and the chance to finish up. Nicole is hurriedly stepping into her panties as you walk up behind her, and races to pull on her shirt before turning to face you.
"What're they doing?" she asks.
"I don't know. Just being stupid," you reply.
Peering back at the water it seems the kids have huddled even closer together, but after another moment they disperse and clamor onto the beach for their clothes. Nicole was the only one with the foresight to pack a towel, let alone bring one down to the beach, and the others all pass it around to pat themselves dry with the increasingly wet article. Brayden is still wet and stiff when he shamefully steps into his undies and simply flips his cock up as he pulls them on, the tip of his skyward erection remaining exposed above his waistband.
Brayden must feel that move is enough to take care of things as he immediately starts chatting you up with his whack-a-mole peeking out. It's not like your own erection has gone anywhere as you attentively wait and watch all your wet naked cousins fight their way back into their dry clothes, but at least all of your junk is inside your shorts. Brayden's is soon enough, his stiffy shrinking enough for his willy to slip down into his underpants on its own by the time your last cousin is decent.
Corralling the kids back to camp, Aunt Clara nods and gives thanks once she sees Beth and Brayden are now marker free, the underwear-clad siblings providing proof for the cleanliness of the group with their plentiful show of skin. The only problem is that you're now soaking wet, a fact that suggests the other kids were a handful and leads to a few chuckles from the adults.
"I'll take care of it, dear," your Aunt assures you, offering to dry your clothes while walking you to your cabin. What you weren't expecting is that she expects you to strip outside of it, Clara standing in front of the cabin door before you can enter.
"Huh?" you mutter, confused.
"There's no sense shedding water through the entire cabin. Chop chop."
"Oh."
She smiles supportively. "There's no need to be shy, Justice. We're all family!"
Maybe, but it's not her junk that's at risk. You doubt she'd be so quick to strip in front of everyone. Still, with a nervous nod, you peel off your shirt and wiggle out of your shorts noting just how heavy they feel once the soaked garments are in your hands. Though after you pass them over your aunt continues to block your escape, smiling in front of the door and expecting even more.
Glancing over your shoulder at your entire family a short distance away, you eventually work at your boxer briefs with one hand, forced to roll them down your legs as they turn inside out the moment you push them down your thighs. You're still carrying a semi from the beach and now try to hide it from your aunt, grabbing your dick as you inch your boxers down. But grabbing hold of your cock only lengthens it. You can't even pass your knees before you feel rock hard.
"Ah. I see... let me give you a hand with that."
Your eyes pop wide open as you watch your aunt kneel down in front of you. Something in your brain misfires watching her do this, though your stiffened cock is likely at fault here. But as soon as she drops down you let go of your dick, even push your pelvis towards her, as she reaches forward... and tugs your boxers to the ground.
Aunt Clara coaxes you through your idiocy and gets you to step out of your soaked underwear, you planting your hands on her head to help balance on unexpectedly wobbly legs. You swear she was going straight for your dick. She gets a good look at it either way while you fumble your way out of your undies.
Clara gives another warm smile when she rises, locking eyes with you while you feel yourself blush. "Do you need something else?" she asks after you fail to move. You just shake your head. "Well go on then! Breakfast is coming. Silly boy..."
She tussles your hair as she walks past you, the only part of you that's dry. But her fingers sliding past your follicles and over your scalp after she just robbed you of your clothes sends a shiver up your bare backside, highlighting how naked you are. You instinctively turn to follow her when you catch sight of your family still dispersed through the camp behind you and finally dive into your cabin for cover.
Although very tempted to crank one out right then and there, and do spend some time peering out the window at your aunt, you can't bring yourself to commit. It doesn't help that May and Yulia interrupt your solitude after a few minutes so they can get changed.
You're still buck naked when they enter, but you were able to race to your bag after catching sight of them through the window. They don't seem to mind that you're starkers, though May's smile is especially broad and Yulia ramps up her chatterbox while they strip out of their PJs. That slows your urgency, peeping at your young cousins as they wander lazily about the room to ready themselves. You try much too hard to spot any sign of Yulia's bunny while she pulls on a skirt ahead of her panties, and you're nearly beside yourself when you watch May bend at the waist and peek at you through her legs exposing the underside of her teenie cooch that you had been dragging your fingers through on the beach a short while ago.
The sisters eventually drag you out of the cabin with them once you're all dressed and insist that you sit with them for breakfast. You'd rather sit with Nicole but you can't seem to get her attention. She isn't ignoring you, is she? Her eyes are avoiding yours that's for sure, but as more of your younger cousins vie for your attention while they gather for grub, you gradually lose track of Nicole.
After breakfast you try to find her. You discover that she's holed herself up in her mom's cabin, hiding away from everyone. Although able to convince Aunt Mary to flush her out, forcing Nicole to see you, you can't force her to talk to you. She doesn't say much once she does. According to her she's not mad at you, but she's obviously not okay either. She still doesn't want to look you in the eye and spends the awkward conversation kicking at the ground and rubbing her arm, glancing up over the edge of her glasses from time to time before she remembers to turn her gaze downward.
"I'm fine. Really," she assures you after too many minutes of bumbling angsty teenage dawdling. "I just want to read my book."
"Okay. Well... maybe we can hang out this afte--"
"JUUUSTIIICE!"
The sound of Bethany squealing your name from afar ends your conversation, Nicole dipping out of sight once again. Not how you wanted to leave things with Nicky. Maybe she's tired, though that was one of a dozen other excuses she just gave you so it seems unlikely. Not that it matters since she doesn't want to talk to you regardless. Annoyed and dejected, you sluggishly turn to face whatever that distant squawking shrew is going on about. Unless Nicole is onto something and you'd rather take some time to yourself for a while...