BareB4U wrote: Wed Jan 08, 2025 8:12 pm
PART 2: OF COURSE, YOU REALISE THIS MEANS WAR
Hannah got up from the bench and set her swimsuit down in its place. Cameron was sitting there bewildered, looking like he didn’t know what to do. She decided to take the initiative and start changing while he figured it out. Taking care not to lift the hem of her dress too far, she reached one arm up underneath it so she could take her knickers off while maintaining her cover.
Cameron was holding his swim shorts in his lap, taking stock of his resources. He had the shorts, and he had the jeans and underwear he was wearing. All he had to do was switch between them without Hannie seeing anything. He had a turquoise band around his wrist too, which they’d all been given in reception to indicate their time slot in the water, but that was no help.
He could do this. The shorts were quite large. He could hold them in front of him as a shield while he eased off his jeans and underwear in the same way Hannah was doing with her dress and knickers. Then he could swap his shorts for his jeans and use them as a new shield while he got the shorts on. No problem.
Something was bothering him though, something he’d forgotten. Before he could remember what it was, he became distracted by Hannah’s dress rising up her thighs at the side of his vision, as she grabbed her knickers to begin their descent. She noticed him looking at her. “Quit staring and get your kit off already,” she told him, working them down her legs and off her feet.
But Cameron was transfixed by the appearance of such an intimate garment. It wasn’t much to look at, but he hadn’t ever seen Hannie's underwear before. She always made sure of that, keeping her laundry in her bedroom just as he did with his. Her knickers were white and plain with a small pink bow attached.
Cameron sniggered. “Nice little girl undies, Han!” causing her to blush. She'd know he was going to see them but felt embarrassed by his comment nonetheless. She quickly put them into the bag on her right-hand side, so they were out of his sight. He grinned at her discomfort.
Then another thought entered his mind, a hungrier one. Hannie now had nothing on below the waist under her dress. If he were to pull it up, he wouldn’t merely see her girly undies, like he had tried to do that morning. He would see the secret girly parts those undies usually contained. No, he mustn’t! She would surely retaliate, and he had to get changed too. It was tempting (so
VERY tempting) but it wasn’t worth the risk.
Cameron decided he’d better get on with what he had to do here instead. He unfastened his belt and the top button of his jeans. Holding his shorts up to block Hannie's view, in case she was watching, he undid the zip. And stopped. He was suddenly reminded of what was bothering him and it was the underwear he’d put on that morning.
They weren’t any of his boxers, which were all in the laundry. He had been forced to wear some of the only clean underwear he had available. It was far more revealing than the style he preferred. He wouldn’t normally be seen dead in it, but he’d figured at the time that it hardly mattered. No one would know. But now they might. He did his zip back up again. This was going to take more care than he’d first envisaged, if he was to avoid Hannie discovering a quite embarrassing secret.
Right now, she was concentrating on keeping her own secrets. She felt very unprotected without any fabric between her legs. She picked up her swimsuit, anxious to put it on so she would feel more secure in front of Cam. She lifted it out in front of her and, keeping her knees low, stepped one foot into it.
Sensing an opportunity that may never come again slipping away from him, temptation finally proved too much for Cameron. No longer caring about any possible future consequences for his own modesty, and while Hannah's hands were busy with her swimsuit, he leaned over. He grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it sharply upwards, leaning down further to take a peek at what was underneath. Hannah shrieked.
She wasn’t the only one. A short distance away, Mary was going through the similar motion of stepping into her own swimsuit when she heard a different girl from Hannah shriek from the cubicle that was next to her, and a woman’s voice exclaim, “Oh my!”
Mary turned her head and saw the cause, which was obvious. Her younger son was crouched on the floor, peering under the gap between the base of the partition and the ground. Chris had supposed to have been keeping himself to himself. Mary had changed him into his trunks (much better suited for swimming in than those silly knee-length shorts Cam insisted on wearing) and armbands and told him to wait while she changed too. He must’ve gotten bored and decided to explore his surroundings.
She quickly dropped her swimsuit and grabbed hold of him around the waist. “Christopher! You mustn’t do that. Other people are in there.” She lifted him and set him upright on his feet. “Sorry!” she shouted through the partition. “Just keep your boy under control,” came the angry answer from the other woman. “We’re naked in here.” Mary rolled her eyes. The silly woman was overreacting. Chris was only little and hadn’t meant anything by it.
He looked up at his mother curiously. “Why’s it matter if they’re nakey?” he asked. Well exactly, Mary thought, it doesn’t. But instead she told him, “People don’t usually like to be naked around other people, dear. That’s why we wear swimming costumes and why we have these cubicles to change in. That was naughty of you just now. You must leave people alone when they're changing.”
Chris considered it. “But that mummy and girl were nakey together. And
YOU’RE nakey with me.” He was completely unfazed by his mother’s nudity. It was the most normal thing in the world to him. As it should be, she reasoned. He was far too young to be worried about concepts like prudishness and being ashamed of your body. She shrugged. “Well, it doesn’t matter so much when it’s people in your own family. It’s different when it’s other people.”
He was at an age when every answer leads to another question. “So why didn’t Cam-cam and Hannie want to be nakey?” Mary had to think for a moment about how to answer that one, decided to steer away from the subject. “They’d just had a silly fight, dear. If they weren’t fighting, it wouldn’t matter. They are silly, aren’t they?”
It wasn’t quite a lie, and the boy seemed satisfied by it. He giggled at their silliness for fighting. Mary chuckled too, for different reasons. She wondered how the two subjects of their conversation were getting on. Even though Mary had had only a moment to sort out the items between their separate kit bags, it was no accident that she’d left the two of them without any towels. They didn’t need them
BEFORE swimming after all.
She could be wicked sometimes, Mary knew that. Obviously, Cam and Hannie would both want towels to hide behind while they changed. She had chosen to give them no such luxury. Let them see each other naked, realise it wasn’t such a big deal, and get it all out of their system. A public changing room, away from her, was better than any situation she might engineer at home. There they might both scream bloody murder. Here they just had to get on with it. Hopefully it might bring them closer together.
If that was what Mary hoped for, it wasn’t working out so far. Hannah was absolutely furious with her stepbrother. “Get off me!” she shouted, causing everyone in the surrounding cubicles to wonder what was happening. She pulled the bottom of her dress down as hard as she could and shoved Cameron’s head away.
Her quick reactions had stopped him in the nick of time. It had been far too close a call. Cam had lifted the hem of her long dress almost all the way to the top of her thighs. Any higher and he would’ve actually seen her vulva! The prospect horrified Hannah. Such a thing was unthinkable. She quickly pulled her swimsuit up under her dress before he had a chance to try it again. The top half of the suit would have to remain bunched around her waist for now, but the important thing was her most private area was securely covered.
Cameron dismissed her anger with a laugh. “Hey, you’re the one who said no truce. I only wanted to see if you have a hairless little girl slit to go with your little girl undies. You don't need to worry, I didn’t see anything anyway. More’s the pity.”
Disgusted with him, she said nothing more and concentrated on her next job, unfastening her bra from inside her dress. Knowing that he was pushing his luck, Cameron reasoned he had better get on with his own changing while she was occupied. He draped his shorts carefully so they covered both his front and the hip on the side Hannie could see. Then he unzipped his jeans for a second time, lifted his bottom slightly from the bench, and slid them carefully down his legs and off his feet.
Hannah eyed his legs. About time he started undressing, she thought, but he was too well-covered to see anything interesting to her. She removed her bra and moved to add it to the bag of clothes. She thought she was safe while Cam was busy with his own clothing, but it seemed he was incorrigible. He recklessly jumped forward again and grabbed the bra out of her hands. He turned it over, fascinated by the foreign white object with its pair of cups and all its straps holding them together. Heedless of his own precarious underwear situation, he left his shorts draped casually over his lap.
“Give it back!” she hissed. He laughed again, delighted by a newfound revelation. “It’s padded! I knew you had small tits, Han, but I guess you don’t have any at all. You really are an underdeveloped little girl, aren’t you?” She snatched the undergarment back from him, fuming. “Oh, come on, don’t get mad,” he told her.
Hannie wasn’t getting mad, she was getting even. She threw her training bra into the bag where Cam’s t-shirt and her knickers had already gone. He hadn’t given her any warning of that second little stunt and she wouldn’t give him any warning either. She turned to face him again and immediately snatched the shorts right out of his lap before he renewed his hold on them.
She laughed as hard as he had done once she saw what he’d been hiding. She couldn’t believe it, Cam was wearing a tight-fitting pair of briefs! They were bright green and extremely childish-looking. In fact, they looked just like some of the pairs Chris owned. Better still, they did little to conceal the package lurking inside. There was that strange lump boys had down there, and she was seeing it on Cam for the very first time. This was more than he'd managed to see on her.
Her stepbrother yelped, and bent over double to cover himself, burying both hands in his crotch for extra protection. He felt suddenly exposed. “Not so funny now, is it?” She threw back his own words from a minute earlier, mocking him. “Nice little boy undies, Cam! Did your mummy buy them for you?”
“Shut up, you know she did.” Red-faced and still hunched over, he reached for the jeans piled on the floor at his feet, to use as cover instead of his shorts. But Hannie was quicker than him once again. She picked them up before he could get to them. Then she dropped them securely in the bag with the other clothes. The bag which was safely on the other side of her from her now semi-nude cubicle buddy.
“Give those back!” he cried, hands still buried in his lap, echoing her demand from a moment before. “Not a chance,” she replied. “You can’t keep your hands off my stuff. Why should I keep mine off yours?” She still had possession of his swim shorts too, and mused about holding onto them unless he handed over those tight little briefs first. Then he would be left with nothing but a coloured wristband and his own bare body.
But Cameron was determined to get his swimming costume back. He stood up and leaned across to grab it from Hannah. He kept one hand cupped over his bulge as he did so. He really didn’t want her to get any better look at
THAT than she’d already had. She had already seen too much. There was nothing he could do to keep the rest of his embarrassingly childish briefs hidden, but the damage on that front had already been done anyway.
Even with only one arm free, he was too strong for her to fend off entirely. She giggled at the sight of him fighting her in only his tight green underpants, but relinquished control of the shorts. He looked so much scrawnier than when he was in the baggy clothes he normally wore, although he had some muscles, to be fair, as he had just proved.
Cameron glared daggers at her. It wasn’t fair, he thought. This was so much worse than what he had done to Hannah. When he had seen both pieces of her underwear, they were already off her body and she was covered by her dress. (This reasoning conveniently overlooked how he’d tried to lift that dress to see a lot more.) He was still
WEARING his underwear.
Holding his shorts in front of himself again, he continued fighting her, now trying to get control of the bag which held his jeans. Hannah couldn’t fight as hard as him, but she could fight smarter. Rather than try to hold him away from the bag, she dived for his shorts again. He jumped, giving up on the bag and holding them tighter. “That’s the first intelligent thing you’ve done,” she complimented him. “You’ll leave the bag alone, unless you want to lose those again.”
They stood silently facing each other, a stand-off while they both paused for breath and Cameron re-evaluated the situation. There was nothing else for it. Still glowering at Hannah, he pulled down his briefs behind his shorts. He felt the indoor air around his bottom as he uncovered it, and felt his genitals flop loose against the fabric of his shorts as they were freed from the tight confines of his briefs. He pushed his underwear further down his legs until he felt no further resistance from them, then let go. They pooled on the floor around his feet.
Hannah watched him quietly, not moving a muscle, but waiting, hoping to see what was behind those shorts. He was fully naked now. After all those attempts to catch him at home, she finally had him completely bare before her.