Offline/Get dressed and head in for breakfast
Breathing a heavy sigh, you peel back your sleeping bag. Your cock quickly deflated once your dad showed up, though it briefly held strong while arguing with your roomies. You do fleetingly consider rubbing one out before breakfast anyway before admitting you're really not in the mood now. You also don't want anyone thinking that you're doing that sort of thing out here, especially while sharing the cabin with your younger cousins. If you could just jerk one out and move on that'd be one thing, but you prefer to not rush your self-care and taking an inordinate amount of time to get dressed might raise some eyebrows.
Pulling some clothes on and marching out for breakfast, you find it very easy to keep people away from you by acting groggy and distant since that's precisely how you feel. Not that it matters. Only a handful of people are up yet which in turn means you aren't even going to get pancakes for all this trouble. Instead, after sitting around waiting for it, you get scrambled eggs and a slice of blackened toast. That only makes you grumpier. Your mom then has the audacity to tell you that you shouldn't have gotten up if you are so tired. Ugh.
Determined to stew in your dissatisfaction, you park your butt in a camping chair and glare at nothing in particular. Your roomies steer clear of you, taking a cue from everyone else, but even from a distance you can tell they are perfectly content to meander and explore by themselves to and from the river and chat with people as they get up.
Aunt Becky is the one relative who grabs your attention the instant she emerges from her lodgings. She's wearing such a plain set of gray pajamas, and yet still looks so good, the flowing fabric somehow clinging to different curves with each step. You can't remember not having a guilty crush on her. It was thanks to Emma and Asha getting on so well from such a young age that your parents went out of their way to meet up whenever they could. You have even gone on vacation together, so from a very young age you've seen your bronze-skinned goddess of an Aunt ooze with sex appeal in borderline inappropriate swimsuits around more than one resort, all of which likely awakened your dick and spurred dark and dirty thoughts much earlier than most grade school boys.
By late morning, just as Aunt Clara starts recruiting people to help tidy up the camp some more, you realize Beth and Brayden disappeared into one of the cabins and never came out. Bored from sitting and doing nothing for so long, and dreading the prospect of responsibility, your curiosity gets the better of you and you cross the camp to investigate. Turns out this is where all the other kids are bunking.
The kids cabin is clearly bigger than yours, but it's not that big. There are sleeping bags strewn across the floor, but there's also one small wooden bunk bed in here which is kinda cool. It's narrow, and it's not as if it has mattresses, just plywood boards, so it's hardly more comfortable than the floor would be, but it's novel enough to make you jealous. You assume most of the cabins had these at one point, but this might be the last one remaining as it looks like it's attached to the wall.
You spot Beth sitting with Yulia and May on the bottom bunk, the two sisters braiding Beth's hair into pigtails, with Emma and Asha perched above them chatting away. Brayden is on the opposite side of the room hanging out with Weird Wade. You spot Nicole huddled in a corner reading as per usual, although she does give you a quick wave when she notices you. Everyone is still in their PJs but it's hard to say where they all slept as stuff is strewn everywhere. But while you're stood just inside the cabin creeping on everyone, a hand surprises you from behind.
"Excuse me, Justice!"
"Oh! Sorry, Lizzy."
You step out of the way as Uncle Dave's daughter Elizabeth (but everyone calls her Lizzy) steps inside the cabin and closes the door. Aunt Clara is so proud of Lizzy and loves to boast about how well she's doing at college, which is why you're surprised to see her in the kid's cabin as she has never been a kid in your eyes. She was a teen by the time you hit kindergarten, so - like Jet - she's always been that cool older cousin that was off doing other things. You hardly even think of her as a cousin. But the other thing that surprises you as she moves toward Nicole is that Lizzy has a towel wrapped around herself and seemingly little else as she throws a wet bundle of clothes at the wall. Some of the kids look up hearing the wet smack but otherwise continue their own conversations.
"What... uh..." You stumble over your tongue, your brain putting more effort towards staring than talking.
"You okay? What happened?" asks Nicole coherently.
"Oh, Jet threw me in the river."
"Seriously?! Why did he do that?"
"It was Hannah's big mouth that... oh, it doesn't matter."
"His girlfriend?"
"Sorta. I think this was Jet's idea of 'clever'."
"What a jerk! Did you push him in after?"
"I absolutely made sure to take him in with me! And like, whatever, it's just water. But I wanted to hang up my clothes to dry but I couldn't find the clothesline even though mom said she packed it," she rants, airing out her frustration along with her hair.
Observing with inappropriate intensity, you watch Lizzy's towel creep down her bare back when your adult cousin crouches over her bag to pick out new clothes. She stands after retrieving a thong which she steps into without reservation, hiking the paltry undergarment up her damp legs and underneath her towel with only minor difficulty, though struggling to hold her towel in place at the same time. It starts to slip, which you nearly gasp at, but she casually pins enough of it with one elbow to keep it in place before squatting over her bag again.
"I, uh... why are you in the kids cabin?" you ask, stepping closer.
"Really? There aren't exactly a lot of options to choose from. In fact we were talking last night about moving people around so that me and Auntie Grace and Jet and his girlfriend could all share a cabin... but I don't know if I want to now!"
"No, you should!" exclaims Nicole. "It'd be easier to get back at Jet that way! You could stick gum up your nose and make yourself snore all night long! Oh! Or stick it up his nose!"
Lizzy chuckles as she pulls on a tank top over her towel. The towel finally slips free once she lifts that critical elbow to stick her second arm into her top, but the towel falls a second too late to sneak a peek of much more than some underboob. Still, her braless breasts bounce brilliantly as she energetically tugs her shirt down from side to side, with an extra bounce added when she kicks her towel away from her feet. With her cover gone Lizzy's raw womanly figure is in full view with her bum proudly on display behind her, two immaculate ass cheeks split and framed by a curved black strip of fabric when she squats yet again to find more clothes.
"Not sure about sticking things up noses, Nicky, but I'll get him back!"
God do you feel like such a perv. First creeping on your little cousins and now on an older one too, but... this is her fault! She's the one who marched in here wearing nothing but a towel! Not that she minds. Besides, at least Lizzy is legal, unlike your bunkmates, a fact which helps you further justify your unyielding gaze of Lizzy's sideboob through the arm of her tank top.
"Well you're lucky you have another place to go. I don't really like it in here..." Nicole glances up at Wade when she says that.
"Why not?" you prod, instantly curious.
"He keeps digging in people's bags. You know... the dog."
You follow her finger to the other corner of the room and notice Wade's best friend curled up in a heap. He doesn't seem to be bothering anyone at the moment, but it's only then you notice the faint scent of mutt that is enriching the cabin, and not a lot of options to get rid of it with only two small windows, if they even open. It's not a particularly pleasant smell either, one you'd describe as dirty and slobbery, layered atop the already musty dankness of the aging cabin, which would be another good reason to relocate out of here.
"He was supposed to sleep outside," she says quietly, "but Wade brought him in last night after running into that tree."
"Did you want to come with me?" Lizzy offers to Nicole. "We might be able to squeeze one more, or maybe Auntie Grace could-"
"No, no, it's okay. I think I'll bunk with my mom. She already offered yesterday. But thanks."
"No worries! How about you? How do you like your mystery shack, Justice?"
"Huh? Oh, it's okay."
"Mystery shack?" asks Nicole.
"Justice has his own private cabin apparently!"
"I wouldn't call it private," you assure them. "I'm sharing it with Beth and Brayden, so..."
"But nobody has seen it! We were joking last night that you were lying about having a cabin and are sleeping in the forest just so you didn't have to bunk with your sister!"
Nicole chortles at that. You don't think it's so funny, but your motormouth sister could have been sharing all sorts of embarrassing things about you last night after everyone went to bed.
"That's not... I mean I'm not trying to avoid people or whatever..."
"Oh lighten up! Believe me, if I ever have to bunk with Gramsie I might try out the forest too!"
You all chuckle at that but you're still distracted by your cousin's sexy thong and bare hip. She's been standing like this for what feels like forever, which is what you're blaming your poor social skills on at the moment. So you're thankful (more or less) once Lizzy finally steps into a pair of shorts and removes the temptation for you to stare. It also removes the only reason you've been hanging out here for so long, so after the two girls start chatting about other things you quietly slip away.
Leaving the kids cabin behind, you poke your head into some of the others to remind yourself what they look like. There aren't that many more of them and they vary a lot in size, but in terms of build quality they're definitely all newer than yours. They're also all filled with countless suitcases and backpacks and sleeping bags and cots, with little chance of privacy - a fact you prove when you barge in on Aunt Debbie trying to help Gramsie get dressed - so overall you're quite happy with your tiny cabin.
Everyone is up by lunchtime although some don't manage to get out of their PJs until after. Unfortunately you lack such a convenient reason to slip away from camp since you're already dressed, and instead are promptly put to work collecting dishes left out by the younger kids which turns into pulling weeds to make sure no one steps on a prickle, and then, of all things, organizing rocks. Someone tells you there's a good reason for it but you have a hard time paying attention when you're subjected to hard labor. You do get to chat with Nicole though, also recruited to pointlessly lug things around, and she doesn't seem so nerdy after all. Something tells you she wouldn't have been such a bad choice to share a cabin with if you weren't already stuck babysitting the "B" brats.
For all your complaining, the brats give you another "Get out of jail free" card in the middle of your chores when your bunkmates ask to go for a hike again. Uncle Dave gives you the all clear to skip out early and help the younger kids have some fun since Uncle Mike teasingly claims his kids are your responsibility now. You'd do just about anything to get out of having to work, so going hiking is a dream come true. You assume some other kids might be coming too but Auntie Grace has already swooped in and ushered the others toward the water to keep them out of their parents' hair. Curiously it doesn't seem like Nicole gets to join in anything. Uncle Dave claims someone needs to get something done around here. Sucks to be her, but Nicole doesn't seem bothered either way.
A private hike with Beth and Brayden might be a good opportunity to chat with them about giving you some time to yourself at your cabin, maybe have them cover for you when you feel like having a wank-sesh. But you could alternatively decline the hike altogether to keep working with Nicole, or try to be nice and let her wear out the saucy siblings for you, if you're feeling charitable.
Go on another hike with Beth and Bray