Cousin Amy proves a point - COMPLETE

[JustHere10]

Great chapter! The twist on Simon's secret was good but I still don't like him as a character so I'm curious how much "revenge" Amy is going to deliver once she finds out he has nothing to be embarrassed about poor older brother

[NudeBaG]

Great chapter! The twist on Simon's secret was good but I still don't like him as a character so I'm curious how much "revenge" Amy is going to deliver once she finds out he has nothing to be embarrassed about poor older brother

I agree.
First time I’ve been disappointed by a character having a big penis

[quartinery]

It's the unexpected twists in the story that keep it exciting

Don't think I've come across a similar scenario in other stories I've read. Looking forward to seeing how this develops

Out of curiosity, have you planned out the story in advance or do you make it up as you go?

[NudeBaG]

It's the unexpected twists in the story that keep it exciting

Don't think I've come across a similar scenario in other stories I've read. Looking forward to seeing how this develops

Out of curiosity, have you planned out the story in advance or do you make it up as you go?

I hope my previous comment wasn’t taken as a slant against the writing or story itself.

[BareB4U]

Great chapter! The twist on Simon's secret was good but I still don't like him as a character so I'm curious how much "revenge" Amy is going to deliver once she finds out he has nothing to be embarrassed about poor older brother

Simon clearly thinks he has a lot to be embarrassed about.

It's the unexpected twists in the story that keep it exciting

Don't think I've come across a similar scenario in other stories I've read. Looking forward to seeing how this develops

Out of curiosity, have you planned out the story in advance or do you make it up as you go?

Thanks. The Simon twist was one of the ideas which made me start this story up again, as I don't remember seeing it done in any other stories either.

This continuation is all planned out. See my comment after chapter 2. It's pretty much all written now. Three chapters to go...

[quartinery]

Three chapters to go...

Awesome! Can't wait!

[docknumber]

I just realized you didn’t name the main character in the story or did I happen to miss it?

If I were Simon, I would flaunt my dick to all lol.

[NickTwisp]

I can imagine a guy at age 14 being insecure about his penis being in any way abnormal. This being smaller than average or perceived as too large. I do recall being relieved when I went out for the track team in 11th grade that I seemed to be about average. And we did check each other out in the post-run gang showers (surreptitiously in the beginning of the season).

[BareB4U]

I just realized you didn’t name the main character in the story or did I happen to miss it?

Nope, I haven't. It started out as a random writing experiment when I wrote the first (standalone) chapter, the idea being he has the name of the reader, or whatever name the reader wants to imagine for him. I decided to continue that way when I picked the story up again. I honestly wish I hadn't, because it's quite challenging to never mention his name and not have it appear forced, like I'm deliberately avoiding it (which I am). If you're only just noticing, then I guess I succeeded!

I can imagine a guy at age 14 being insecure about his penis being in any way abnormal. This being smaller than average or perceived as too large. I do recall being relieved when I went out for the track team in 11th grade that I seemed to be about average. And we did check each other out in the post-run gang showers (surreptitiously in the beginning of the season).

Exactly this! Like you, I was happy to be about average compared with my peers, but I knew guys who felt embarrassed about being big down there, as well as those who were ashamed of being smaller. It's fun to imagine flaunting a large dick, but the reality is most guys would be nervous, no matter what size they were. Especially as a young teenager. At 14, the changes of puberty are still very recent and Simon's genitals have changed a lot (his brother remembers him being pretty average when he last saw them). Naturally he's self-conscious about that.

[BareB4U]

Trigger warning: Not a major one, but for anyone with a severe fear of drowning, this chapter contains a brief moment of peril that you might want to be forewarned about.

Chapter 5 – My brother’s keeper

Breakfast passed without incident. My Dad had calmed down, and the rest of the adults seemed refreshed from their lie-ins. Simon’s ears turned pink at the occasional muffled giggles from my younger cousins. I enjoyed watching him go through what I’d felt the previous dinnertime.

Another hour later, thirteen of us set off around the lake. Grandma and Grandad stayed behind to rest in the cabin. As we were leaving, the group I’d seen earlier were cooking their own breakfast around a camping stove. The jogging girl who saw me naked earlier that morning was with them, sorting through a pile of tent equipment on the ground. I turned my face away from her and prayed silently that she wouldn’t recognise me.

After it led down to the lake, the path wound all the way around it for about an hour’s walk. It was a dirt trail rather than a fully man-made path. As Amy had mentioned, there were places on the far side of the lake where it got narrow and really close to the water. We had to walk single file there and watch our step. The five adults alternated with the four younger kids to keep a close eye on them, leaving me and the other three teens to bring up the rear.

Amy was walking along way too fast, and tried to barge past me. Simon was in front of me, so I figured she was still trying to carry out her ridiculous plan. I walked steadily down the middle of the path, with my arms out to grab hold of tree trunks on either side. This was a good idea for balance. Preventing Amy from closing on Simon was just a coincidence, obviously. I heard her scowling behind me. She knew what I was doing, just as much as I knew what she was up to. My brother was either oblivious of Amy’s intentions, confident of his own ability to fend her off, or happy to let me do the work of protecting him.

“Nope, I still don’t get why you’re taking his side,” Amy said to me, quietly, so that no one else could hear. “Don’t you want me to get even with Simon? Do you like your brother more than you like me? You hate Simon!” I dropped back to walk beside her. The path was wider again now. “Amy, it’s not that…” I began, not knowing where I was going. My cousin was upset with me again, and I thought we’d put that behind us. She carried on, “What then? Did you see everything you wanted of me and that’s it, back to being enemies again? You’re such a BOY!”

“I don’t think there’s any denying that,” I said, which at least got a small smile from her. “Look, Amy, we’re not enemies. I wasn’t using you this morning. It was your and Lizzie’s idea, remember, and I’m very grateful to you both. It was a special moment. We can get back at Simon in other ways, but you’re not shoving him in the lake, okay?” Amy had stopped frowning, but she didn’t answer me.

About halfway round, we came to a clearing and stopped for lunch. The four younger kids took turns having piggy-back rides on my back. I was happy to indulge them. After the prank with Simon in the bathroom, I had earned the status of ‘fun older cousin’. They didn’t raise the topic of having seen me naked again, though they did tease Simon a few times about having seen his bare bum, much to his annoyance. At least he tried to laugh it off and didn’t just snap at them.

Lizzie sat down beside me on a picnic blanket as we ate. “You should’ve just let us all see Simon properly earlier,” she said to me quietly, so no one else could hear. “I don’t understand why you would set him up so perfectly and then help him escape.”

I’d expected this conversation was coming. I tried the same excuse I’d given Amy earlier, not wanting to reveal the real reason I was anxious to look after Simon’s modesty. It was at least partly true. “I remembered what it was like for me yesterday,” I said. “Simon’s an asshole, sure, but no one deserves to go through that. He only saw Amy topless, and now all she, you, me and all the kids have seen him naked from behind. That seems like a fair enough trade. I think he’s learned his lesson.”

Lizzie thought that over for a moment and nodded. “I agree,” she said, “but Amy doesn’t. You know how she bears a grudge. It would’ve all been over by now if you’d let her see Simon from the front. We both saw what she was up to while we were walking here. She’s not going to let this go until she’s seen Simon’s privates.”

“I talked to her about that,” I said. “And?” Lizzie asked. “Did you talk her out of it?” I hadn’t. “I don’t know,” I answered. I feared Lizzie was right, but I would just have to be on my guard. When did I become my brother’s keeper?

We finished eating, packed up the picnic equipment, and carried on along the trail. It wasn’t long before Amy got her next opportunity. We found a large rock, big enough for three people to stand on, rising up out of the lake off the side of the path. It was a short jump to reach it. There was no shallow shore here. The water was dark and deep right up to a sheer drop at the edge of the path.

Simon, in an uncharacteristic show of youthful cheer and exuberance, leaped across the gap and clambered to the top of the rock. “Look at me!” he shouted, raising his arms in the air. I guess, like me earlier, he was probably anxious to impress our cousins and leave them with a memory of him from today that wasn’t of him being stripped of his only cover and left naked in front of them.

“Ooh, I’ll go across too, and you can take a pic of us,” Amy said brightly to my Mum. The view across the lake behind Simon did look wonderful. It would make a great photo. Only I (and no doubt Lizzie) suspected that Amy had another motive in mind. “Me too!” I said to Mum. “There’s room for three of us!” I took Amy’s hand and we made the short jump together. She held my hand politely, so as not to raise suspicion in anyone else, but she flashed me a filthy look.

“It’s nice that you three have made up after yesterday,” Mum remarked, as she took out her phone and lined it up to take the photo. Simon stood in the centre, on the highest point of the rock. Amy and I flanked him from either side. Once Mum was happy she’d got the shot she wanted, Simon began to climb down.

Amy took a step towards Simon as he was about to jump back to shore. I stepped forward at the same time, to intercept her. We came together and she shoulder-barged me, hard and deliberately, away from her. It was enough to send me off balance. I felt myself slipping and grabbed automatically for the nearest thing to regain my balance.

Unfortunately, the nearest thing happened to be Simon. Instead of steadying myself, I ended up pulling him back towards me. He got as far as, “What the hell are you…?” before we toppled over together. There wasn’t much space on the rock and we fell backwards, plunging six feet before hitting the water with an almighty splash.

Falling into a lake unexpectedly is not the same as wading or diving into it when you’re planning to swim. I landed awkwardly and immediately went under. My clothes, my rucksack and my boots were all weighing me down and hindering my attempts to swim. Worse, Simon had landed right on top of me and was flailing around, pushing me down as he fought for leverage to get back to the surface himself. I began to panic. I was dimly aware of shouts from somewhere above me, muffled by the water. I couldn’t breathe.

After a few terrifying moments, Simon’s weight lifted off me as he recovered his senses and swam free. Before I could swim up to the surface, I felt an arm grip around my chest and pull me upwards. I spluttered as my head broke through the water and I took in several deep gasps of air. Lizzie had hold of me and was treading water frantically, apparently having dived to our rescue. “I’m… I’m okay!” I choked. Lizzie let go of me and the three of us swam the few short meters to the path.

Dad, Mum and Uncle Dave reached down to give us a hand up as we scrambled up the bank and back onto the path. Lizzie was in just her underwear, having quickly shed her shoes and other clothing before diving in. As early in the morning, she didn’t show the slightest trace of embarrassment. Simon and our two boy cousins were eying her appreciatively. My Dad was trying very hard not to, out of respect for his eldest niece. I was of course not nearly so crude to gawk at my rescuer in her wet underwear. Well, maybe a little.

Simon and I had not had a chance to undress, of course. All our clothes, our boots, and my backpack were soaked through. Including, I realised in despair, the extra set of clothes I’d brought with me in case of just such an emergency. I prayed my phone still worked, but I knew better than to check until it dried out.

“She shoved me!” I said accusingly, pointing at Amy. I was angry. She had just made us enemies again, not me. “It looked like you all shoved each other,” said Dad, trying to keep the peace. “I’ve had enough of you lot fighting all the time. Honestly, you’re all as bad as the younger kids. Maybe this will teach you all to be more careful.” I ignored him. “Thanks for the help,” I said to Lizzie instead. I figured I probably would’ve been okay once my idiot brother had recovered enough to get off me, but it had been scary for a moment back there. I certainly didn’t begrudge Lizzie diving to our rescue.

“Yeah, thanks Liz,” said Simon too. I wasn’t sure whether he was thanking her for her help in the water, or for the sight of her in her wet underwear, which wasn’t leaving much to the imagination. Lizzie took it as genuine. She smiled warmly and told us both, “You’re welcome.” Then she picked up the neat pile of clothes she’d left on the ground and vanished behind some nearby bushes to change.

Meanwhile Simon and I sat on the ground, dripping puddles forming around us as we struggled to pull off our wet boots and socks. I pulled off my t-shirt too. It was cold and clinging to me. That was the limit of how far I was willing to undress so that I could dry faster. Simon’s limit was predictably even less. As had been the case the day before, he didn’t want to even appear topless in front of others, so he kept his drenched shirt on.

Lizzie emerged from the bushes a couple of minutes later, back in her shorts and vest top and carrying her discarded wet underwear. I thought about how she was naked under her outer clothing. She was mostly dry now. I was still very damp and starting to shiver. My trousers clung to my legs and seemed to force coldness deep into my bones. I could take them off, but my wet jockey shorts underneath were just as clinging and I knew they’d be VERY revealing. I wish I’d stuck with the boxers now. Simon was doing even worse than me. His teeth were chattering.

“Boys, you’ll soon dry off in the summer air, but you need to get out of the rest of those wet clothes,” Mum told us. My brother and I traded glances, unsure of what to do. We knew she was right. Mum sighed. “Look, I know you boys are shy these days, but a bit of embarrassment is better than catching a nasty chill. Underwear off too, I’m afraid.” Simon and I stared at her, appalled.

“Lizzie took her clothes off to rescue you ungrateful boys,” Uncle Dave pointed out, proud of what his daughter had done for us. “If she was willing to embarrass herself, I’m sure you can do the same, to make sure she saved you from getting ill, as well as from drowning.” Lizzie put a hand on Uncle Dave’s shoulder. “Dad, it’s alright,” she said. “I don’t mind.”

“It’s not that,” I answered glumly. “Thank you again, Lizzie. But we can’t just take all these clothes off. We’ve got nothing else to wear.”

“You could walk back naked,” Amy suggested, unhelpfully. “Or we could all wait here with you naked while your clothes dry.”

“We could throw you in the water, then you could get naked too,” Simon countered rudely.

“Simon!” Dad warned, then said, “I don’t think any of these ideas are practical. I don’t know, maybe we could wrap you both in the picnic blankets, or something?”

“Not practical either,” Aunt Jill insisted. “They won’t be able to walk properly like that. The path ahead is still a bit treacherous and they’ll need their arms and legs free to manage it safely. We don’t want them having another accident.” I was happy to risk it, but I was pretty sure Aunt Jill was deliberately ruling out a plan that might’ve allowed us both some cover. Mind you, it would be like Simon and the shower curtain all over again. Plenty of opportunity for being ambushed and having that cover ripped away.

“Actually,” said Lizzie, “we DO have something they can wear.” She picked up her rucksack and pulled out a large, navy sweater. She threw it over to me and I caught it. “Here,” she said. “I brought this along in case the weather turned chilly. I’m afraid it’s only a top, but it’s quite long. It might come down far enough to keep you covered. Amy brought one too, didn’t you Amy?”

“Yeah, I guess,” said Amy, sounding unsure, as if this hadn’t been her whole plan all along. She shrugged her own pack off her shoulders and pulled out a sweater of her own. She handed it to Simon, who looked at it in disgust. “It’s pink!” he complained. “If you don’t want it, I’ll take it back,” said Amy. “No, I’ll keep it, thanks” he replied, “but how come he gets the blue one and I get the pink?”

“Older brother privileges, mate,” I told Simon, as I got to my feet. “Besides, I think pink suits you. Or would you prefer bright yellow?” Simon scowled at that reference. “Good, that’s settled then,” Mum said. “Get out of those wet things, boys. ALL of those wet things.” I sighed. We took the sweaters and hid behind the bushes where Lizzie had just got changed.

I peered through the thick branches to check we couldn’t be seen. I could make out the others, but you had to be close to see through the gaps in the leaves. We’d be shielded from view as long as no one got too near.

I peeled my trousers down my legs an inch at a time. They were still sticking to me, making it hard work. Simon, in his shirt, cargo trousers and boxer shorts, was in baggier clothing than I was. It still clung to him in places, but it was easier for him to take off. He had more clothes to remove than me, but was quicker at it. I got into Lizzie’s sweater before doing the same with my wet underwear. I had no desire to be fully naked outside for a third time. Simon did the same with Amy’s pink sweater before even taking his trousers off. He removed them and his boxers in one motion.

We stood up straight, examining each other’s attire and how it was going to look in front of the others. Lizzie had told the truth. Her sweater was quite long, but it wasn’t quite long enough. The tip of my penis and an inch or two of its shaft were poking out below the hem of the sweater. Simon was showing off a lot more. To be fair, he had more to show off to begin with. Not that I’d ever say that to him. But Amy’s sweater was shorter than Lizzie’s too. Well over half of his monster penis was visible, as were the bottom of his balls.

We heard unexpected giggles from alarmingly close by, then Aunt Eva calling, “Come away from there, girls. Give the boys some privacy.” It sounded like it was a bit late for that. Simon and I both blushed and hunkered down, tugging on the hems of our borrowed sweaters as we peered through the bushes. We didn’t see anyone immediately on the other side, but we could guess at who had been spying.

We adjusted the sweaters until we looked decent enough to return to our family. It felt risky walking out like this, but they were all the dry clothes we had. If I tugged down a little on the dark blue sweater, I could tuck the end of my dick in, wrap the hem over it, and hold it in place with one hand. The back of the sweater threatened to ride up when I did that, but it just about still covered all of my bum, if I was careful.

Simon needed to make more adjustments than me. He pointed his dick upwards and tugged the hem of the pink sweater down over his balls, pinning his dick inside the garment and against his abdomen. He needed one arm in front to hold everything in place, and the other arm to tug down on the back to keep his bum covered. Once again, I could just about manage to keep covered with one hand, while Simon needed two. I didn’t mind that. It was less awkward for me to walk back. I gathered up all our wet clothes and carried them with me in my free hand.

There were more giggles as we emerged, including from the adults. Mum and Dad tried to keep straight faces at least, but they weren’t doing a very good job of it. Amy complained to Simon, “Hey, you’re ruining my sweater! Stop stretching it like that!” Simon glared at her. He had been acting a bit nicer, but Amy’s complaint was clearly unreasonable and so he gave it the contempt it deserved. Luckily for him, no one backed up Amy this time.

I wasn’t relishing the idea of trekking the mile or so back to the cabin like this, surrounded by so many of my family. I could just imagine my five younger cousins (including Amy) all trying to catch me unguarded and lift up mine and Simon’s sweaters to get a peek at what was underneath. Aunt Jill was right that we’d need at least one arm free to clamber over some of the more uneven parts of the trail.

Aunt Jill was, however, ready with a solution. “I’m sure the boys would like to get back to the cabin and their own clothes as soon as possible. It’ll be slow going with us all together, especially going at the pace of the younger ones. Why don’t I go on ahead with them, while you pack up all the wet things and meet us back there in your own time? Are you alright looking after Amy and the twins for me on the way back?”

I immediately saw pros and cons to this plan. Chief among the pros was leaving most of the others behind. The biggest drawback was going with Aunt Jill, who I didn’t trust any more than I trusted her 13-year-old daughter, and who, being an adult, was more difficult for me to win out over if it came to anything.

I don’t mind admitting Aunt Jill intimidated me. Her lewd enjoyment of my nudity and semi-nudity over the last couple of days had been obvious. She was often harsh with me and Simon too. A string of failed relationships (starting with Amy’s father) had turned her into somewhat of a man-hater. I didn’t know what she might do, in charge of us both in our current state of undress. I’d rather go with any of the other adults but her.

“Can’t we go back with you, instead, Dad?” I asked. My Dad looked unsure about this. Maybe he didn’t like the thought of having to explain why he was walking around with two nearly naked teenagers, if we met anyone along the way. “No, you go with your Aunt Jill, and be grateful to her for offering,” he said, and then to her, “Thank you, Jill. That’s very kind of you.”

“I’m coming too!” Amy said, bouncing on her feet. It was a declaration, not a request for permission. Obviously, she hadn’t given up on her main goal of seeing my brother’s penis. “You’re not…” I began, but Aunt Jill interrupted, “If you really want to, dear. Come along.” I sighed and held on to Lizzie’s sweater tightly as the four of us set off, leaving our wet clothes behind.

It was difficult going for me and Simon without our boots and socks on. The rough trail wasn’t designed for bare feet and we constantly had to watch our steps. We climbed over tree roots and rocks without using our hands as much as we could. Whenever that wasn’t an option, we’d help each other, one of clambering over while the other stood between them and Amy, blocking her view and acting as a guard.

“How are you boys coping?” Aunt Jill asked after about ten minutes. Simon answered her, “Okay, I guess. Let’s hurry up and keep going. I don’t like being outside like this. It feels like I’m constantly being watched.”

“It’s not nice being watched when you’ve got hardly any clothes on, is it Simon?” said Amy pointedly. “Amy,” I warned her, “please just let it go.”

“Let what go?” Amy asked loudly. “Let go that Simon saw my bare boobs and you saw me full frontal naked? Is that what I should let go of?”

“You saw WHAT?!?” shrieked Simon and Aunt Jill simultaneously, both of them rounding on me. Amy winked at me so neither of the other two could see. Damn it, she knew exactly what she was doing, dropping that bombshell. We were supposed to be keeping it a secret. “It wasn’t like that,” I protested. “She wanted to let me see!” I wasn’t helping my case. Aunt Jill was furious as she marched up to me and Simon.

“Don’t you dare suggest Amy is somehow responsible for your perversions! You two Peeping Toms got off on looking at my precious girl naked? Well then, let’s see how YOU like being looked at naked. Get those sweaters off NOW.”