Chapter 3 – Cousins share everything
I’d set my alarm to vibrate and tucked it under my pillow, to avoid waking Simon with it. It went off just as the sun was starting to rise. I got up silently, got dressed in a fresh t-shirt and my spare pair of swim shorts. I gathered up a towel and a change of clothes, rejecting the boxers I’d picked out the previous night in favour of a pair of black jockey shorts. After the recent experiences I’d had, I wanted to feel more, um, tightly secure in my underwear when I got dressed after any morning swim I might have.
I took care to sneak out of the bedroom without waking my midnight wanker of a brother. Nobody else was around as I crept through the quiet cabin. Lizzie’s door was ajar and her room was deserted. All the other bedroom doors were shut, everyone behind them still fast asleep. I found a note on the dining table. “Gone swimming. Hurry up!” it said. I took it and crept out of the cabin, taking care not to wake anyone.
Everything was quiet outside in the dawn light. There were a couple of other cabins like ours, as well as a small campsite, but all seemed empty. There was only one car I didn’t recognise in the adjoining car park, the rest were all ours. There was no sign of Lizzie, so I made my way down to the lake. A jogger passed me on the trail as I was walking down, heading out into the woods, but otherwise there wasn’t a soul around. I guess the other car was hers. After a short walk, I took the turning down to the lakeside.
As I drew nearer along the trail, I heard voices talking. “You mean it was poking right out and he didn’t even notice?” That was Amy’s voice! I rounded the last bend and found her and Lizzie, waist-deep together in the water. Lizzie was wearing another sleek one-piece swimsuit, high-cut and showing off the skin of her hips just below the water’s surface. Amy wore the same bikini she’d sunbathed in the day before. “What’s she doing here?” I demanded, already on the defensive as I approached. My mood had been spoiled by overhearing what they’d been talking about.
The two girls looked at each other and chuckled conspiratorially. Lizzie faced me. “I told you,” she said. “We’re going to make up for what happened to you yesterday. Now stop wasting time and get in the water with us before it’s too late. We’ll be getting out soon.”
I thought I could trust Lizzie, but I wasn’t completely sure. She’d made it crystal clear that she’d take Amy’s side over mine, if it came to it. I was suspicious of a trick to embarrass me further, but I played along. I pulled my t-shirt off and shivered slightly in the early morning air. I made sure my swim shorts were tightly tied before I joined the girls in the water, in case they planned to gang up and strip me while we were in there together. They didn’t make any attempt though, and we swam around close to the shore for a while. If the air was chilly, the water was even colder and we couldn’t stay in long.
Lizzie explained her thinking, as the three of us trod water together, facing each other in a circle. “Here’s what’s going to happen. It’s quiet and there’s no one around. When we’re finished in the water, we’re going to get out and change together like it’s no big deal. No covering up, no hiding under a towel, no laughing, no teasing. Everybody sees everybody naked and then we’re even and done. Yesterday won’t matter any more, got it?”
Wow, I wasn’t expecting that! Were my two teenage girl cousins seriously offering to get naked with me? Out here? I looked at Amy, searching for some giveaway that this was indeed some sort of trick, but she seemed bashful and nervous. I took that as a sign of sincerity, but I was still unsure. “And you’re good with this plan, are you?” I asked my younger cousin.
Amy nodded. “Believe me, I am sorry about what I did yesterday. I know you want revenge, so I’m offering it on my terms. You can see me naked,” she gulped solemnly, “ALL the way naked, much more than what Simon saw of me yesterday. I’ll let you see everything. Just don’t make fun and please let’s call it quits after this. I don’t want to be watching out for you trying to humiliate me for the rest of the holiday. Please?”
Damn it. I could never refuse my little cuz when she laid it on thick like that. Plus I DID want to see her naked, and I CERTAINLY wasn’t going to turn down the chance to see Lizzie’s nude body either. “Sure,” I said, trying to sound casual, but I’m sure I heard my voice crack as I did. “You girls are the best, you know.”
“Yeah, we know!” teased Lizzie, splashing me with a faceful of water. “Hey!” I protested, and splashed her back, laughing as I did. The tension was suddenly broken. Amy joined in too, splashing an arm in each of our directions so she could hit us both at once. For a moment, we were just three carefree cousins playing around in the water. Lizzie laughed too, backpedalling rapidly towards the shore, to take herself out of target range. As she was a professional swimmer, neither Amy nor I had any chance of closing, so we resorted to trying to grab one another by the shoulders and dunk each other under the water.
Amy got me good, and I resurfaced, spluttering, and looked around to see which direction she was in. It was then that I noticed Lizze had made it all the way to the shore and climbed out. She stood towelling her face and hair. Seeing me looking in her direction, she winked at me again, and pushed the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders.
I watched, transfixed. Lizzie lowered the straps further and suddenly there they were, two beautiful, smallish but firmly-rounded breasts, out in the open. I almost slipped under the water again, so surprised that I’d momentarily forgotten to swim. Lizzie looked right back at me as she peeled her swimsuit down further. She didn’t seem in the least bit embarrassed.
“It’s fine,” she reassured me. “You can look. I know you were there with Simon watching me change in my room at Christmas.” Oops, so she did know about that after all. “You wanted to see me back then. Well, now you can. Like I said, no hiding, no secrets, no big deal.”
Fully aware I was watching her, Lizzie lowered her swimsuit the rest of the way past her hips and there it was, her most private place out in the open. I was surprised to see she had shaved completely down there, I guess that helped with her swimming, and certainly with wearing those high-cut swimsuits. It meant everything was on show for me to take in unobstructed, her rounded mons, the pink lips of her labia, and the tight slit in-between that was the opening to Lizzie’s vagina. No big deal? This was a HUGE deal! My blood was pumping, especially in… certain places. Suddenly the lake water didn’t feel so cold any more.
Lizzie towelled herself dry, not bothering to cover up any more than was fleetingly necessary to dry those parts of her body I was seeing for the first time. So transfixed was I, I failed to notice Amy swimming up beside me again. Not until she gripped the top of my head with both hands and dunked me under a second time. “You need to cool your head before your eyes pop out!” she told me, laughing as I came back up for air.
My right hand had accidentally brushed against her bikini-clad chest as she pushed me under. Unbidden thoughts came into my head about how I’d soon be seeing that chest without the bikini. “Naughty boy, copping a feel like that,” Amy teased, copping a feel of her own in return. Her left hand grabbed around my dick through the front of my swimming shorts. “Ooh, VERY naughty boy!” she giggled, on discovering my erection.
I was shocked at the unexpected touch. “Hey, cut that out!” I protested, but Amy had already stopped and was in fast retreat. She made her way to the shallower water and climbed out to join Lizzie, who was by this stage climbing into her underwear. I enjoyed one last look at those lovely breasts before they became hidden by the fabric of her sports bra.
Amy obviously wanted to join Lizzie before she was fully dressed, so she wouldn’t be left changing on her own. I could empathise with that, and realised I also didn’t want to be the only one left, and have to strip in front of two fully clothed girls. Besides, what the hell was I doing still wasting time here in the water, when I could be getting a much closer view? I followed them out.
Amy and I stood on the shore, drying off. Hesitant, neither us wanting to be the one to strip off our swimwear first. Lizzie meanwhile was more than half dressed, in her shorts and sports bra. She had only her vest top and footwear to go. Amy looked nervously at me. Her whole demeanour had changed from her usual brash confidence, now that the moment had come to make good on her promise. She fidgeted with the straps of her bikini top, then turned to our elder cousin. “Can you hold up a towel for me, please Lizzie? I can’t… I can’t do this with him watching me like that.”
“Hey,” I pouted, “you promised.”
“I will show you!” Amy insisted. “But I think I have to do it all at once. I’ll take everything off behind the towel, then when I tell Lizzie to, she can take the towel away and you’ll see… you can see me then.”
I nodded okay. Lizzie held up the towel like a screen between us. I could just see Amy’s head and shoulders above it and her feet below it, but I could make out her movements as she shrugged herself out of her bikini. I saw the top hit the ground first, and then the bottoms. She was really doing it! Only Lizzie could see her for now, but Amy was naked behind the towel!
The thought of my cute younger cousin nude was doing nothing to calm the erection in my swimming shorts. I tried not to watch Amy’s movements and focussed my eyes on Lizzie instead, stood holding the towel with her back to me. Her still mostly bare back, other than the black strap of her bra, and her long, bare legs leading up to the pair of tight, firm cheeks I had seen in all their nude glory just a few minutes earlier, and which I could still make out the shape of through her shorts…
Damn it!
“Okay, I’m naked,” Amy called to me, “but you have to be naked too.” Great, more conditions. I knew that was the deal, but I’d hoped to wait until after I’d enjoyed the show of girl flesh. Maybe quite a few minutes after, so I’d at least stand a chance of calming down, down there. “Can’t we take it in turns?” I asked. Lizzie turned her head to give me another of her patronising looks. “What part of ‘change together like it’s no big deal’ did you not understand?” she said.
I pointed to the towel screen Lizzie was holding. “If it’s no big deal, why don’t you drop that right now?” I countered, causing Amy to squeak. “She CAN’T! It’s just too embarrassing, having you see me like this if I’m not seeing you too.” Her hands appeared on her bare shoulders, crossed over and her feet crossed over themselves too. Amy was obviously covering herself behind the towel, arms over her chest and legs crossed to hide her crotch. I was enjoying her embarrassment, I must admit, but I needed to see more of her than that.
“You’ve seen all of me already,” I replied. “Then what’s the problem with us seeing you again?” asked Lizzie, beginning to sound impatient. “Hurry up, my arms are getting tired holding this! I can see a naked Amy standing behind it. Do you want to see her as well or not?”
The problem was my current state. I didn’t want to have to bare myself with a raging hard-on in front of either of my cousins. But it was either that, or miss out entirely on seeing Amy nude. There was nothing else for it. Blushing hard and trying not to think about it, I tucked my thumbs into either side of the waistband and pulled my shorts down in one swift motion, getting it over with like ripping off a band-aid.
My dick sprang free and bounced up and down in a way that should’ve been accompanied by a cartoon ‘boing’ sound effect. The movement only added to my embarrassment. I had butterflies in my stomach as I felt the open air and the astonished gazes of my two girl cousins on my bouncing erection. Both were open-mouthed. Although they had seen it before, this was the first time they had seen it fully hard in its entirety, not even partially covered. It was also the first time they’d gotten to study it at length (Heh!) without me trying to hide it. I stood there as the bouncing came to a halt, resting my hands on my hips to avoid the temptation to cover up.
There were no laughs, no comments, only a lot of staring. After about a year, or possibly ten seconds, Amy closed her mouth and tore her eyes up and away from my crotch. She adjusted her pose behind the towel so that she was no longer covering herself up, nodded to Lizzie and said, “Okay, I’m ready now.”
Lizzie wasn’t listening, but continuing to stare down at me. I think it was in an appreciative way but it was hard to tell. She was doing nothing for my nerves anyhow, or my hardness. “Lizzie!” Amy and I both shouted at her. “Hmm? Oh, are you sure, Amy?” she asked, still not taking her eyes off me.
Amy replied in the affirmative. “Don’t tell Simon about this, okay?” she told me. I gave her my word. Then, at long last, the deed was done. Lizzie stepped aside holding the towel and there was Amy, naked as the day she was born.
Amy stood like a soldier at attention, head up, chest out, arms by her sides and feet together. It was an inadvertently slightly comical pose, rather than a sexy one. Her gaze was some way above my head, apparently too ashamed to look at me directly. Sticking her chest made her smallish breasts look bigger to me, but I didn’t know whether she was doing that deliberately. Amy’s breasts didn’t seem as fully developed as they’d looked with her clothing (or yesterday, her hands) pushing them into shape, but they were certainly rounding out nicely. I appreciated the sight of them nevertheless. Her nipples were pointing out, whether from cold or the energy of the situation.
My eyes travelled further down, past Amy’s belly button to the small patch of dark hair between her legs. My penis twitched with excitement. I was glad Amy wasn’t looking at that. She was my little cousin and that kind of thinking was totally inappropriate. To my hormones, however, she was a cute naked girl, displaying herself willingly (well, mostly willingly) to me. I saw Lizzie react to that involuntary twitch and winced. Truth be told, I couldn’t actually make out much of Amy down there. Her legs were no longer crossed, but she’d clamped her thighs tightly together, limiting what I could see of her most intimate parts, and her patch of hair hid the rest.
She was quite the contrast to Lizzie’s clean-shaven look. I chuckled to myself at the thought that, in this respect, Little Cuz looked more mature than Big Cuz. In how she was handling this, however, she clearly wasn’t and seemed very, very embarrassed. Either side of her privates, her hands were pinned flat against her thighs. She seemed to need a supreme effort of will not to cover up with them. I knew how she felt. I remembered our teases from yesterday, and tried to turn one of them into a kindness. “Don’t worry, Amy,” I told her, “you look amazing. You definitely don’t have anything to be ashamed about.”
She lowered her eyes to meet mine and, for a moment, gave me a shy smile as if to say thanks. But the eye contact caused her courage to break. She let out a small gasp and threw one arm over her chest and her other hand between her legs. “Okay, you’ve seen me enough. Bring the towel back, Lizzie! Please!”
I stood watching, making sure I firmly committed what I’d just witnessed to memory. Amy quickly burst into activity and dressed in record time behind the towel that Lizzie was once again holding up in front of her. Watching them, I almost forgot my own nudity until Amy emerged from behind the towel, dressed again, this time in a knee-length skirt and t-shirt. She stared some more at my still two-thirds erect penis, and snickered. Her usual cockiness was back and she was directing it at my cock.
I felt very exposed all of a sudden. Did I imagine a small gust of wind on me? I also realised the inequality of how my private parts were as out there and on show as they could be, whereas my limited view of Amy’s nether region had been far more demure and incomplete. Still, she HAD let me see her naked. It had taken her a lot of courage and I couldn’t begrudge her that. It also meant she had given up her hold over me, as she could no longer boast that she had seen me and not the other way around.
This didn’t change the fact I was currently bare-bollock nude in front of my two dressed cousins. Lizzie was now pulling on her vest top, so even her bra was hidden. With no girl nudity left for me to see, there was no reason for me to carry on with my reciprocal frontal exposure. I turned away from Lizzie and Amy, picked up my towel from the ground and dried the last of the lake water from my skin. I’m sure they were both watching my naked arse, but that no longer seemed as important.
I finished drying myself and tossed my towel aside, standing nude and enjoying the feel of the summer breeze over the whole of my bare skin for one last moment before stepping into my black jockey shorts. Just as I was about to reach for them to put them on, the privacy of the scene was interrupted by the jogger who’d passed me earlier, suddenly emerging on the path from around the corner. I’d gotten complacent that we were alone. I’d forgotten we were on a fairly popular trail, in a not-completely-deserted area, and there may well be other people nearby.
She had to be a female jogger, of course, and I had to be facing her. I hastily grabbed my underwear off the ground. The girl, lean and muscular and probably in her early 20s, looked startled at the unexpected presence of a naked guy in front of her, but didn’t break her pace for more than a second. She kept on running along the path towards me.
Panicking, I stepped into my underwear as quickly as I could. I was painfully aware of my semi-hard dick and balls flapping around as I got first one foot in and then the other. I was still pulling my underwear up as the girl came past me on the trail, no more than fifteen or twenty feet away from where I stood. She didn’t look back, but she was staring intently and her gaze tracked my body until she passed me.
That was stupid. I should’ve simply held my jockey shorts over my crotch as soon as I’d picked them up, not danced around continuing to bare all as the jogging girl got nearer and nearer. But it had all happened so fast. I was flustered and not thinking straight, and had felt an urgent need to be dressed instead of naked. Mind you, even if I’d covered myself like that as fast as possible, it would’ve already been too late. The girl had gotten an eyeful of everything I had, the second she’d turned the corner.
Fortunately, she didn’t stop to make anything of the situation. Like I said, she didn’t look back. She didn’t say a word, just carried on running along the path, now heading away and around the next corner. I could only imagine what she thought of me. I stood numb and embarrassed in my tight-fitting underwear, feeling less secure in it than I’d hoped, and watched until the girl disappeared out of sight again.
Fantastic. Now someone else had witnessed my full-frontal nudity. It was like yesterday all over again in miniature, only with someone who wasn’t family this time. Lizzie and Amy were bent over, laughing hysterically at my predicament. “You know,” Amy cackled, eying up the bulge in my underwear, “for someone who claims not to like people seeing you naked, you’ve been flashing your private bits to an awful lot of girls lately!”
Oh, now there was teasing then? So much for not making anything of it. I guess that didn’t apply to being caught by other people. “Shut up,” I grumbled, mortified and having run out of witty repartee.
I finished dressing and the three of us walked back towards the cabin together. It was nearly 8:30am and the others would be waking soon, if they weren’t up and about already. In between recollections of naked Lizzie and naked Amy, I started to think about other family members and remembered the rest of Lizzie’s promise to me. “Hey, last night you mentioned getting back at Simon? How are we going to do that?”
“Oh!” Lizzie seemed startled, as if she’d forgotten all about that. “To be honest, I mostly wanted us to do this together. I hadn’t really given Simon much thought. Amy came up with part of a plan, but I’m not sure it’ll work.” I was still desperate to not be the only humiliated guy on this holiday. “Okay, c’mon Amy, spill. What’s the plan?” I asked her.
“I think it’ll work,” she replied defensively. “You remember when we walked round the lake last year, how the path gets really narrow and uneven in places on the far side?” I nodded. I thought I could see where this was going. “Well,” Amy continued, “it would be so easy for Simon to ‘accidentally’ slip and fall in the water. His clothes would be soaked and he’d be a long way from the cabin.”
“How does that help?” I asked. “Simon’s not going to strip off and walk all the way back naked!” “He won’t have to,” Amy explained. “You’ll lend him the spare clothes in your backpack, and we can ambush him while he’s getting changed, like I did to you yesterday.”
I was bewildered. “The spare… Amy, why would I have a spare change of clothes in my backpack?” I asked. She rolled her eyes as if the answer were obvious. “In case you accidentally fall in the lake, dummy!” It must’ve shown on my face that I was unconvinced, because Lizzie slapped me on the shoulder and chipped in. “Like I said, part of a plan. It’s a work in progress!”
As we returned to the campsite, I saw a couple of other cars alongside the unfamiliar car from earlier. A group in their late teens or early twenties were unpacking tents and other camping gear from them. Ignoring them, we went over to our cabin.
We heard the chatter of children’s voices as we let ourselves in. Lizzie and Amy’s younger brothers and sisters were awake and bouncing around on the furniture. None of the adults seemed to be up yet. The kids stopped bouncing when they saw us, looking slightly guilty. Amy’s younger brother, Max, was stood on an armchair. “Get down from there, you’ll wreck it,” I told him, trying to sound authoritative and responsible.
The boy looked at me for a second, then jumped off the chair and started running around the room while pretending to be naked. He grabbed at his crotch through his pyjamas with both hands and yelled, “Guess who I am? Aaaaargh! Oh no, I’m all bare and everyone can see my bum and my willy! Aaaaaargh!”
Well, there went my air of authority. Had I really been yelling like that yesterday? I didn’t remember shouting, but I suppose I could’ve been. I certainly wasn’t using such childish language, so Max was obviously using some artistic licence. “Stop that, it’s not funny,” I demanded. The laughter from the three other kids around him, and from Amy and Lizzie, said otherwise. I scowled. I wasn’t the only one unimpressed. “Would you kids keep it down out there?” I heard my Dad yell sleepily from behind the door of his and Mum’s bedroom.
It was then that I noticed the door to my own bedroom, the one I shared with Simon, was wide open. My brother was nowhere to be seen. As the shouting and laughing from my cousins quietened down, I heard the sound of running water from inside the shared bathroom just off the living area. “Hey, you guys, is Simon taking a shower?” I asked. “Yeah, he is,” one of the girls said, bored. “We asked him to come play with us, but he wouldn’t. He said we were too babyish.”
This was perfect. The bathroom had a safety lock. I’d planned to catch Amy showering in there, but it would work just as well catching Simon. Who needed some elaborate plan of throwing him in the lake? This would be so much simpler and more effective. I held a finger to my lips and whispered to everyone, “Hey, who wants to see if Simon gets as embarrassed as I did?”
Immediately there was a chorus of excited whispers back. “You mean…?” “Are you going to…?” “We’re going to see Simon’s willy!” I fished a coin out of my wallet and pressed it into the locking mechanism on the door. It turned easily. Shushing the giggling crowd of cousins around me, I pushed open the bathroom door and crept silently inside.
