Offline/Go hiking with Beth and Brayden
Hiking was a good idea. Wandering by yourselves down the overgrown and dilapidated dirt road that brought your family here fosters a sense of adventure and independence, one that only grows once you divert off the road and start blazing your own trail into the bush. You try to be mindful of where you are and still travel along the road to not get lost, but Brayden and Beth pretend you are all old-timey explorers and help complete the immersive experience. That is when they aren't trying to ruin it.
Both siblings seem eager to backstab the other. Beth attempts to convince you to ditch her brother in the forest and run back to camp without him. Brayden is no better, musing about pushing his sister out of a tree, but of course he was "only joking" after you fail to reciprocate his enthusiasm for the idea. The way they pester each other and compete for your attention can't be healthy, but it's all they seem to know. That's their normal. You'd love to hear who pissed in the other's corn flakes to cause such bad blood between them, but it seems more likely that it's an innocent (mostly) sibling rivalry; they both like being the center of attention and hate having to share it.
Despite all their scheming and bickering they do play well together and the three of you spend hours horsing around and making bad jokes, trying to find the perfect stick, and see who is brave enough to climb a dead rotting tree leaning against another (answer: apparently none of you are, which is probably for the best).
"But she was as big as a house! I swear!" Brayden cackles, trying to do a pull up on a tree branch.
"Just a sec. I gotta take a wizz," you announce before stepping a few trees away.
"Can we pee too?" asks Beth in a weirdly excited voice. Maybe someone told them to only go in an outhouse at camp, but you don't know why that would matter.
"Uh, yeah. Of course you can."
With a shake of your head and your dick in your hand, your urine poised to fly through the air, the two siblings unexpectedly pop up directly on either side of you giggling to themselves. Distracted as you start to pee, you're about to shout at them and find yourself unable to when Beth suddenly lowers her shorts, squatting to the ground in one motion. Glancing to the opposite side, Brayden has pinned his long shirt under his chin to keep it out of his way. This shows off part of his board-flat stomach that you find extends all the way down his pelvis as you watch him undo his shorts and push them down enough to pull his hairless twig and berries out into view. You're certain he's a bit smaller than you - not that you're comparing sizes - but on his short twiggy frame he looks larger than he ought to.
Another giggle from Beth draws your attention and you turn back in time to watch her pee burst out in front of her from between her feet. She has wrapped her arms around her knees trying to stay balanced on her tiptoes, her bum tucked up against her ankles to help point the arcing stream out from under her. Beth's pee magically appears from beneath the protective tent of the shorts stretched across her parted knees only to splash the ground unremarkably in front of her feet. You crane your neck for a second, shamefully trying to see more, before returning to Brayden where you confirm that this unexpected piss party is in fact in full swing as he aims his junk left and right to hose down a bush.
You catch Brayden plainly glancing (repeatedly) at your own larger cock while he goes, but you can't exactly object given that you are similarly staring at the two of them. Blindsided by how weird this is, you feel like you're supposed to say something as the responsible one here, but decide to hold your tongue rather than your pee. Calling attention to this is only going to make it weirder. And it's weird enough that you can feel your cock wanting to swell while peeing between these two.
Beth is quick to finish and quickly pops up from her squat. She giggles again, leaning forward to steal a blatant look at you and her brother from a better angle, amused by the sight of two boys relieving themselves, while slowly tugging her panties back up her thighs, her shorts having flipped inside out when pulled over her knees. More concerned with her peeping than her own privacy, Beth briefly fumbles with her underwear giving you a fleeting look at the smooth, bald, unassuming patch of pubic area that spreads out to each of her hips. You're barely able to make out the rounded lips of her kid cooch framed between her slim thighs before she puts her blue panties back into place, followed swiftly by her shorts.
You finish and shake rather promptly after that. This is just too weird. You can definitely feel yourself blushing, your ears especially warm. The siblings on the other hand, although tickled by what just happened, don't mention it afterward. They are utterly unfazed and go right back to scouring the forest, soon looking for good skipping stones that they could throw into the river later. But you have no idea why two of your cousins wanted to air out their junk alongside you - like, directly on either side of you - forming an all-gender nature pee train. You might be reading too much into it. It can't be as big of a deal as you think it is. And yet you already have Brayden's waggling pissing dick and Beth's pristine young pussy burned into your brain.
Your thoughts mingle on the piss-party all afternoon until the three of you show up late for dinner, forced back to camp by the setting sun. Mom says she was worried about you and that you shouldn't be gone for so long since no one has seen you for hours, but Uncle Mike and Uncle Dave both play referee and assure her that there's nothing for her to worry about out here. Dad even backs them up, which earns him a playful smack from mom after they collectively agree she's being overbearing, but helps solidify that you should be free to run around as you please. And you now know who your two favorite uncles are. Dad is still dad though.
With his guitar filling the air with folksy firesongs, favorite Uncle Dave happily strums away after dinner, occasionally adding mediocre vocals as he serves as that evening's entertainment for the fully congregated family around the fire, enjoying the fruition of his dream to the fullest. Everyone is staying up late tonight, the adults drinking and the kids running around like rabid tired animals, slowly giving in to their exhaustion.
After Wade runs into a tree playing flashlight tag, sidelining him, Mom urges you to take his place and go play with the other kids, claiming you've been hanging around the fire for too long. She's probably trying to keep you away from the cursing and alcohol, unless she sadistically wants you to be the next kid to run into a tree, but you reluctantly nod your head and join the chaos occurring away from the big fire. To your surprise you find classic games like hide and seek and marco polo are way funner (not to mention scarier) in a dark forest, and you don't feel obligated to curb your enthusiasm, in no small part because your cousin Nicole has also been partaking in the fun ever since twilight ended. Even Uncle Mike joins in for a round, bounding through the trees and making the kids all squeal while still holding his beer.
Although remaining unsaid, there's an understanding among the adults that there are no bedtimes tonight. At least you thought there was that understanding before Uncle Mike asks you to take Beth and Bray back to your cabin. It seems both of his kids came to him separately to complain that they were tired (in a manner of speaking) and apparently HE is incapable of bringing them out to your cabin for whatever reason. You try to work this to your advantage and offer to bring their sleeping bags into camp so they can go to sleep "when they're ready", but drunk Uncle Mike, trying to "save you all that trouble" insists you put them straight to bed.
Rounding up the run-down B&B draws a building tantrum out of an even more tired girl named May, followed by a meltdown from her big sister Yulia, though both are younger than Beth. Still, with that sudden ruckus it's decided all the other kids should be heading to their cabin as well. Mom even kisses you goodnight before you can leave, cementing that in her mind you are still one of the kids and how she clearly doesn't expect to see you again until morning. It sucks to have your night ended early (even if it's after midnight) but you lead your two whiny bunkmates back through the bush. They hardly even harass each other on the way, which confirms how tired they are.
You flop down on your sleeping bag the moment you're inside the cabin. Beth copies you, including your exasperated huff. You fully blame them for this outcome and are committed to stewing in your anger until they are unconscious, but then they start undressing. The tops go first and the bottoms go second and your inner perv glances left and right. Although Beth manages to keep her panties on while sat on her bed, Brayden strips bare, standing proudly with his cock out before diving into his small disheveled suitcase. Since you have the only flashlight you serve as one final point of contention today for these two, both of them wanting you to light up their side of the cabin at the same time.
Picking Brayden first makes Beth huff loudly and flop her body onto the floor. You sit up and angle the light toward her brother, trying to ignore his junk which is inconveniently at eye level. He fishes out a pair of superhero PJs but after some indecision slips the top on first, his pelvis pushing outward as he arches his back and stretches his arms, accentuating how lean and trim his body is.
As he's pulling his shirt over his head, Bray all but thrusting himself at your face, you can't keep yourself from looking. He has a sizable ballsack for someone who looks like a 3rd grader, with his uncut and hairless cock draping over his tight sack like a person might hang off of a couch. It's worrisome to you when you don't look away. It's not a bad looking cock for what it is, but it's not like you're... interested. And yet your eyes are fixed on the near tennis ball sized coinpurse squarely in your vision. Thankfully Brayden doesn't seem to notice. He is about to step into his pajama bottoms when he stops himself and dives back into his things to grab a pair of undies first. You try to convince yourself it's just his proportions that have kept you staring for so long and push down the funny feelings in your stomach.
"Hurry uuuup!"
"Mmrrrm..." grumbles Bray, but he is shortly put together and crawls into his bag. With a sigh you point your flashlight at Beth to find the sourest look on her face and her arms angrily crossed while she stares up at the ceiling from her back, still wearing just her panties.
"Well?"
"I want my princess nightie," she demands, not even looking at you.
"Fine." Rummaging around a moment, you find a pink nightdress in her luggage covered with polkadots and princesses and hold it up for her. "This it?"
Blinking long enough to see what you're holding, she clamors up to her feet with a pouty stomp before commanding, "Put it on."
Alright Uncle Mike, they definitely needed to go to bed. You place your flashlight down next to you, illuminating Beth's slender legs, so that you can open up the garment between your hands. Beth thrusts her arms into the air to be difficult which, in addition to elongating her cute little figure and pale pink nipples, forces you onto your knees to be able to reach her raised hands and slip the nightie on her. But as soon as she lowers her arms she stomps her foot again.
"You put it on backwards! Do it again!"
Rolling your eyes, you grab the bottom of her nightie, which doesn't reach her knees, and bunch it up in your hands. You pause awkwardly when you reveal her blue panties again before you strip the nightwear from her completely, inverting as it slips off her arms. That simple act, removing a girl's nightie, immediately rouses your cock. You don't think you've ever undressed a girl before, and even though you already knew exactly what you were going to find under it, taking off that single piece of clothing made your heart race a bit faster. You know she's your cousin, and whiny, and way too young... but she's still a girl. The idea of getting any girl naked is one you have been very interested in for a couple years now, and a validating thought after accidentally drinking in her brother's cock a moment ago.
You struggle longer than required to pull her nightie inside out, taking a moment to relish the tantalizing idea of stripping a girl completely naked, then return her article to her body the right way around. She's at least thankful enough to say good night to you and her brother before crawling into her sleeping bag.
The drama over with, you crawl into your bag before stripping off your own clothes, but with a very specific intent. You don't question throwing your boxers out of your bag with your pants as you grab hold of your cock the moment it's free. But you only give a few quick strokes before the guilt grips you. Even as your imagination pieces together all of little Beth's lithe naked body from your glimpse in the forest earlier, and flashes detailed images of her brother's healthy young cock over it, you feel bad that you would so readily beat off to your cousins, let alone right between them. After contemplating waiting a while to make sure they are at least asleep, your own exhaustion catches up to you and you give up on the idea, promising yourself to find some time tomorrow to take care of things.
"1... 2... 3... Wakey wak-!"
"Wuah?
"Oh...!"
". . . Hey!"
Rudely awakened by your sleeping bag being thrown open, and dazed enough to have to rub your eyes to see, you eventually scramble to close the flap. You'd be less panicked if you were wearing something - anything - but your unclothed state is made worse by your morning wood pointing straight up into the air. You frantically twist and flail your body before sitting up to grab the top half of your sleeping bag out of Brayden's hands, tossing your incredibly stiff cock around in the process.
"Oops!"
"That's, um..."
"Guys!"
Once you at least smother your cock with one corner of your bedding, you take in what's going on. Both Beth and Brayden are standing on either side of you looking mildly shocked to find just so much of you all at once.
"Where are your PJs?" asks Brayden.
"I don't wear PJs," you reply gruffly.
"Did you forget to pack them?" inquires Beth.
"No! I sleep in my boxers," you snap, still adjusting your sleeping bag.
"Oh, like dad," whispers Brayden.
"Then where are those?" Beth replies.
"I... nevermind! I sleep like this sometimes, okay?! It's not a big deal."
Sometimes means hardly ever, but the siblings sure look guilty. Hard to say whose idea this was but they definitely worked on it together, Beth presumably unzipping the bag and Brayden pulling it wide open. Maybe they only wanted to scare you awake, but all they did was make everyone feel embarrassed. Your angry exasperation should put an end to it though. Or it would if either of them could ever leave anything alone.
"Yeah, it's not a big deal, Beth, geez," says Bradyen.
"Yeah, but he's, well... sorry Jay," she offers, holding down a grin.
"Yeah, boys do that sometimes," continues Brayden, as if he's suddenly an expert in sleep preferences.
"Boys...? Oh! I get it! You had to take them off, right?"
No. Please don't say it.
"Because your thing got hard?"
"Oh my god... No, tha-"
"Yeah, that's probably it," nods Brayden casually, confidently.
"Look! Just... leave it alone! I don't want to keep talking about my morning-"
"Would you look at that!" interrupts your dad, poking his head into the cabin. "You are awake!"
"Daaad! Get out!" You can't help overreact to your dad coming out of nowhere. You look down to confirm that your bag is fully covering you, at least from the waist down.
"Woah! Settle there! I just wanted to let you know that we're getting breakfast going, but if there's enough interest we might be able to do pancakes! You could even get them while they're warm if you all shake a leg!"
The siblings turn their gaze in unison from their uncle back to you, as if you're the one in charge of everything.
"Yeah, alright. Thanks." Those words make your cousins spring into action, eagerly jumping for their shoes. "Just... if we want to sleep in, could y-"
"Well you two must be hungry! But you're clearly not as excited as your cousins, are you Justice?
"Yeah, uhh..."
"He wants to get dressed first," answers Beth for you.
"Fair enough. We'll see you in a minute then, son!"
Everyone else is all smiles once dad sheppards your cousins out into the wilderness, closing the door behind them. Did he even hear you? You did NOT want adults bugging you all the time. That was the whole point of coming way out here into the bush!
With everyone gone, an awkward silence takes hold of your cabin, but since you're alone you're the only one who feels it. You didn't get to explain yourself to anyone - not about your sleep stiffy or about defining some boundaries. Now you're sheepishly sat naked in your sleeping bag feeling like an idiot. What a terrible way to wake up. It's only been a day and this whole trip is already the worst.