Cousin Amy proves a point - COMPLETE

[Spathic Swordmaiden]

Bare, your avatar is turning me on.

[BareB4U]

I suggested AGES ago that there might be a continuation of this story. Well, I finally found both the time and the headspace to deliver on that tease. This next chapter is mainly an introduction for what’s to come next. As I said way back when I wrote the original chapter, it was written as a standalone, so this isn’t really going to escalate things. Well, maybe not at first… More coming soon!

Chapter 2 – Cousin Lizzie takes charge

I had to face the music eventually. I heard the rest of my family return from the lake, where I’d suffered my humiliating exposure in front of them all. My dad knocked on the door of the bedroom I shared with Simon, to ask if I was okay. I muttered a noncommittal “Fine,” and he left me to it. But I heard whispering and sniggering just outside my door from some of my cousins. I had no doubt what the topic of their conversation was.

My stomach was growling. I wish I’d thought to fix myself a snack before they’d got back. When Aunt Eva shouted that dinner was ready, I forced myself off my bed. Aunt Eva’s cooking is too good to miss. I held the door handle for a second, took a deep breath, and went to join everyone at the dining table.

Nobody mentioned “the incident”. They didn’t need to. Their looks said it all. The younger kids were stifling giggles whenever they looked in my direction. The adults looked at me with sympathy, which I think was worse. Aunt Jill and Amy, the evil mother/daughter duo, looked at me with an air of smug superiority, as if to say, “That’s right, we saw what you’ve got and there’s nothing you can do about it.” No, THAT was worse.

I shot a furious scowl in Amy’s direction. She stuck her chin out defiantly at me for a moment and glared right back. It was a battle of wills. Normally I’d win any staring contest easily. I was the older by four years, after all. But we both knew Amy was able to picture exactly what I looked like under my clothes now, which somehow cancelled my age advantage and made me shrink under her gaze.

Despite all that, I refused to be cowed. I held my angry stare until Amy’s smile vanished and she looked away. Good, I could still win a staring contest against her. Our elder cousin Lizzie looked curiously at what had passed between us. She seemed like she wanted to say something to me, but she bit her tongue and kept quiet.

Everyone else was chattering about how nice the lake was and plans for the rest of the holiday. Someone suggested we take a walk all the way around it tomorrow, like we had on a previous visit. Other visitors would be likely arriving to take up the other cabins or the adjoining campsite, and Dad said it would be nice to explore the place before it got too busy with other people. I wasn’t paying much attention. I don’t think I said a word to anyone throughout the meal, except to ask for food to be passed to me and to say thanks.

I went and hid in my room again as soon as I finished eating, giving Amy another angry look as I got up and left the table. It was all her fault I was feeling this way. Well, hers and Simon’s. My little brother had been the one to start it all. Amy looked really worried this time. Good. She should be. I was already concocting plans in my head for getting even with her.

As I passed the bathroom just off the living area, I remembered that all the bathrooms in the cabin had safety locks on their doors. These were designed to stop you accidentally walking in on someone, but they were easy enough to turn from the outside with the aid of a coin or another small object. I guess in case of emergency, like someone falling in the shower or a kid locking themselves inside. The point was, they could be opened. Amy was in many ways a typical 13-year-old girl, and liked to take long showers…

This and other idle plotting kept me entertained for a while, but I quickly got bored being stuck with only my own thoughts. I decided to go to bed early and put this whole rotten day behind me. I put my bedside lamp on and turned off the main bedroom light, undressing in the partial darkness. Unfortunately, the day wasn’t quite done with me yet.

I stripped off my boxers and changed into a clean pair without thinking. At home I’d normally sleep in nothing else. This week I was wearing a pair of flannel pyjama trousers, due to sharing a room with Simon (and because younger cousins had an annoying habit sometimes of bursting in and jumping on my bed first thing in the morning). Where did I put those pyjamas? I rummaged around in my bedding and found them. I slipped the clean pair of boxers off again, but before I could put my pyjama trousers on, the bedroom door burst open. Not my younger cousins, but my irritating 14-year-old brother/roommate.

My bed was the one nearest the door, so the light streamed in from the hallway that led to the rest of the cabin, illuminating my nude body from behind. I was bent over the bed, presenting a perfect view of my bare backside to whoever happened to be in the doorway or watching from the living and dining area beyond. Cheeks, bum crack, the works. The way my luck was going, everyone behind me could probably see my balls between my legs too. I yelped and quickly grabbed the clean boxers from where I’d dropped them on the bed, holding them protectively over my crotch as I span around to face the door and hide my exposed rear from sight.

Fortunately, Simon was alone, although I still felt my face flush at him seeing me again in this state. “What’s the matter with you? Don’t you knock any more?” I hissed crossly at him as I dropped down onto my bed, clutching my boxers in my lap. “The light was off. I assumed you were asleep,” Simon replied, by way of explanation as he switched the light back on. I winced at the brightness lighting up my bare skin. Simon shrugged and added cruelly, “Besides, it’s not like you’ve got anything left we haven’t all seen before.”

That stung. “That doesn’t give everyone a license to see me any time you like!” I told him, before adding my own jibe. “Just because you might not see what a REAL man looks like when you look in the mirror, but maybe you will one day.” I must’ve flustered him, because that made him hesitate. He looked like he was trying to decide on a smart comeback, but I cut him off before he could open his big mouth. I was still naked in front of an open doorway, with only a pair of boxers resting in my lap for cover. “SHUT THE DOOR, will you?” I demanded, waving my free hand at it.

Simon went to do as I asked, but was interrupted. As he swung the door closed, a hand appeared from behind it and held it open. A female hand with long, painted nails. Lizzie’s hand, I realised. I was having no luck at all today.

“Out,” she said firmly to Simon, from behind the door. He did as he was told. Lizzie is one of the few people who can order Simon about without question. He ducked out through the partially open doorway. Lizzie swung it open further so she could come in. “Wait!” I called out hurriedly. “I’m…” The door finished swinging open and Lizzie stepped inside. “…naked in here,” I finished quietly and lamely, clutching my boxers tighter to my groin.

Lizzie looked down at me sitting nude on the bed. She stared for a moment at the boxers I wasn’t properly wearing. I expected her to make a similar smart-ass comment as Simon had. Instead, she simply said, “You’re covered,” as if that meant everything was fine. She pulled up a stool and set it down in the narrow space between my bed and the door, blocking it from opening. She sat down, facing me. We couldn’t be interrupted like that and I was left with no escape route.

Lizzie leaned forward, her face close to mine. I felt very vulnerable. I was worried she would quickly pluck my underwear out of my lap, exposing my privates. But I guess she had no need to. As Simon had reminded me, she’d already seen it all. Cover or no cover, it was intimidating being sat alone this close to my elder cousin, once again with me naked and her fully clothed. “Um, Liz?” I asked. “Do you mind if I put some clothes on?”

“I don’t mind,” she replied airily, as if she was giving me permission. She didn’t look away though. “Erm,” I continued, “I can’t really do that with you sitting there.”

“I’m not stopping you,” was her casual answer. She still wasn’t looking away. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened to you today. And I know your brother can be a jerk about stuff like this.” She sounded like she meant it, and it seemed she just wanted to talk, despite refusing my plea for some privacy. I sighed and tried to be casual. I released my deathlike grip on my boxer shorts. I was fairly sure now that Lizzie wasn’t about to snatch them up. I checked they were still covering everything important before letting them simply rest in my lap. I settled my hands to my sides on the bed, relaxing into a less cringing pose.

I didn’t feel relaxed, and it came out in my voice. “It’s worse than that,” I complained to Lizzie. “This is all Simon’s fault to begin with. If he hadn’t peeked in on Amy when she was changing, she would never have pulled my towel off me.” “That sounds like Simon,” Lizzie agreed. “You know he spied on my bedroom while I was changing for a night out, when you stayed with us last Christmas?”

I did know that. In fact, I’d been right there with Simon. We’d peeked through a crack around Lizzie’s bedroom door as she was getting ready for her date. But I’d been subtler about it and it seemed Lizzie had only noticed Simon. We’d caught a glimpse of her undressed to only a lacy black bra and knickers, a sight I wasn’t going to forget in a long time. It had been an unexpected Christmas gift, and the first time I’d realised just how smoking hot Lizzie was. We were cousins, so nothing would ever come of it, but that glimpse had been an unexpected Christmas gift I treasured. I felt my dick begin to stir at the memory, beneath the underwear resting in my lap.

Right now, however, the tables were turned. It was I who was undressed in my bedroom, with Lizzie watching me. I kept noticing her eyes darting down to my crotch as we talked. I hoped she hadn’t noticed any movement down there just then. I tried to remain casual about my precarious, minimal cover and forced my mind back to what we were talking about. “Yeah, Simon’s a total pervert,” I said. “Amy’s just as bad, and gloating with it. What I wouldn’t give to get back at the pair of them!”

Lizzie looked me in the eyes seriously. “That’s what I came to talk to you about,” she replied. “Look, Amy feels bad about what she did and tells me she wants to make up with you, but she’s scared about what you might do to her in revenge.” Lizzie and Amy had been close family to each other for as long as I could remember, much closer than I was to either of them. Both had parents who’d split up, and younger half-siblings from subsequent relationships. It was only natural they’d find a lot of common ground. Yet I still found myself annoyed that Lizzie was taking Amy’s side.

“She should be! She deserves it!” I complained. I realised I was coming across like a petulant child in front of my gorgeous favourite cousin, but damn it, I needed to let my frustration out.

“I know,” Lizzie nodded, “but I mean REALLY scared. I don’t think you realise quite how damn murderously you glared at her over dinner. She wanted her mum to stand guard by her bedroom door while she changed into her pyjamas just now, but Aunt Jill refused, so I had to step in. I’m not carrying on guard duty for her for the rest of the holiday.”

“So don’t. Why shouldn’t I see her naked, after what she did to me?”

“It’s a fair point, but she’s worried you’ll do worse than that. She thinks you’ll try to get 100% even and drag her from her room naked, in front of the whole family. If you did that, it would destroy her.”

That idea had crossed my mind. “It’s destroying me!” I pouted, but my cousin looked at me as if I were very stupid. “No, it’s not,” she said seriously, with the patience of someone trying to make a small child understand something, “You’re embarrassed, but you’ll get over it. Amy isn’t coping well with Simon having seen just her budding breasts. Imagine how she’d feel if that pervert were ogling her whole body? Imagine how much worse if it were everyone else too? Her younger brother, aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins?”

“I don’t have to IMAGINE it. I lived it!” I protested, but Lizzie held up her hand to silence me. “Besides,” she continued, “what do you think would happen to you if you tried something like that? Aunt Jill would probably strip you naked and tie you to the signpost on the main road, for everyone passing by to look at.” Her voice turned cold. “And I’d help her do it. Don’t escalate this.”

I gulped. I’d always liked Lizzie, but I’d learned when I was very young not to cross her when she meant business. My dick twitched again, this time at the thought of being tied up, helpless and exposed for passing motorists and hikers to see. Unlike down at the lake, I wouldn’t be able to move or cover up. While part of me (guess which part) felt a thrill at the idea, I did NOT want to go there in reality. “What do you suggest then? I should just drop it?” I asked Lizzie. “Not gonna happen.”

“Come back down for a swim with me tomorrow morning, and you’ll see,” she answered. “First thing, 7am, before the others are up.”

I let my frustration show even more. “Are you crazy? After what happened today? I never want to swim in that lake again!”

Lizzie gave me a sly look. “I promise it’ll be worth your while,” she said. “Look, I can’t do anything about everyone else who saw you. But I can help you do something about our Simon problem, and I can make up for Amy having seen you. And me,” she added with a conspiratorial wink. Something in that wink made my dick agree to her plan immediately. Stupid dick. Before I could question Lizzie any further, there was a bang on the bedroom door and a shout from Simon. “Oi, Liz! Are you done playing with my naked-ass brother yet? I want to unpack my Switch so I can play on it.”

Lizzie and I both looked at the door, then at each other. She reached out a hand and touched my knee unexpectedly, making me jump slightly. I was more nervous than I’d thought. “Tomorrow morning, meet me for a swim. I’ll explain then.” She glanced down at my crotch again and stifled a giggle. “Meanwhile you might want to cover that up a bit better.” She winked at me for a second time, this time more cheekily.

I looked at where she was just looking. Over the course of our conversation, I had become almost fully erect. My penis had lifted up the boxer shorts that had been only loosely draped over it, bunching them up against my pubis. Below them, the head and about three inches of shaft were sticking out for Lizzie to see! My erection had caused my foreskin to retract as always, revealing my glans and the small opening at its tip. I had a crazy though that it was like another eye, winking right back at cousin Lizzie!

I felt my face glow red hot. How long had I been sat like that, unknowingly showing off pretty much the only bit of me I’d managed to keep hidden down at the lake, the most private part of my most private part? Now Lizzie had seen that last bit of me too. Freaking out, I picked up my boxers, clamped them over my penis and gripped tightly. That touch, coupled with Lizzie’s presence and everything we’d been talking about, sent a jolt through my body. I gasped. I wasn’t anywhere close to orgasm, but my body was hungry for more and wanted badly to get there.

Embarrassment was winning out over thrills however. My hasty rearrangement had now covered up the head of my dick, but only the head. I’d inadvertently removed the cover I’d previously had over the base of my shaft, as well as my pubes and my balls. Lizzie tried to act nonchalant, as if my second close-up nude show for her today was no big deal, but she couldn’t help staring. When I’d tripped on the rocks in front of her, everything was flaccid and floppy. I couldn’t help but think she was comparing that sight with what it looked like now, fully hard and sticking up at her.

I rearranged myself again so that all the important parts were properly covered. Simon was still banging on the door. Lizzie got up and moved the stool she’d been sitting on out of the way. She made a token effort to pretend she wasn’t still looking at my groin, but she clearly was.

“I’ll, er, leave you to it,” she said, as Simon burst through the (now unblocked) door. “Finally!” he said. “What was all that about?” Lizzie slipped past him and left without answering. I finally climbed into my pyjamas. I didn’t bother covering up from Simon. There didn’t seem to be any point any more. His eyebrows shot up as he looked down at my erection. I winced inwardly and wished I’d kept it covered after all. “It looks like you were having fun,” he said, with a hint of suggestive accusation. “C’mon, tell!”

“It’s no concern of yours,” I replied. I got into bed and lay down on my side, with my back to Simon. “Yet,” I mentally added, allowing myself a grin. I ignored Simon’s demands to know more and tried to get to sleep.

I was woken in the dead of night by the sound of Simon shuffling rhythmically once again. Presumably he thought I was fast asleep and wouldn’t hear him. He was almost certainly reliving how he’d caught Amy half-naked. He might be less keen to beat off about it after whatever Lizzie had planned. Or maybe he was fantasising about me and Lizzie? Gross! Eventually, he moaned a couple of times before settling into a deep slumber, allowing me to get back to sleep too.

But sleep wouldn’t come. What was Lizzie up to? Would I really like whatever it was? She wasn’t allowing me to seek revenge on Amy, but she said she was going to make up for Amy having seen me. And her. And Simon. What did it all mean? I was intrigued, thoughts turning over and over in my head. At some point I must’ve drifted back to sleep.

[NudeBaG]

I’m intrigued, too!
So nice to have this back!
Great update!
Can’t wait for more

[Isra123]

please next part

[JustHere10]

Love the continuation! Selfishly wanted more right away after reading it but the buildup chapter is so good. Glad to see your writing again!

[NickTwisp]

Definitely a well-done sequel!

[hightab]

I suggested AGES ago that there might be a continuation of this story. Well, I finally found both the time and the headspace to deliver on that tease. This next chapter is mainly an introduction for what’s to come next. As I said way back when I wrote the original chapter, it was written as a standalone, so this isn’t really going to escalate things. Well, maybe not at first… More coming soon!

Chapter 2 – Cousin Lizzie takes charge

I had to face the music eventually. I heard the rest of my family return from the lake, where I’d suffered my humiliating exposure in front of them all. My dad knocked on the door of the bedroom I shared with Simon, to ask if I was okay. I muttered a noncommittal “Fine,” and he left me to it. But I heard whispering and sniggering just outside my door from some of my cousins. I had no doubt what the topic of their conversation was.

My stomach was growling. I wish I’d thought to fix myself a snack before they’d got back. When Aunt Eva shouted that dinner was ready, I forced myself off my bed. Aunt Eva’s cooking is too good to miss. I held the door handle for a second, took a deep breath, and went to join everyone at the dining table.

Nobody mentioned “the incident”. They didn’t need to. Their looks said it all. The younger kids were stifling giggles whenever they looked in my direction. The adults looked at me with sympathy, which I think was worse. Aunt Jill and Amy, the evil mother/daughter duo, looked at me with an air of smug superiority, as if to say, “That’s right, we saw what you’ve got and there’s nothing you can do about it.” No, THAT was worse.

I shot a furious scowl in Amy’s direction. She stuck her chin out defiantly at me for a moment and glared right back. It was a battle of wills. Normally I’d win any staring contest easily. I was the older by four years, after all. But we both knew Amy was able to picture exactly what I looked like under my clothes now, which somehow cancelled my age advantage and made me shrink under her gaze.

Despite all that, I refused to be cowed. I held my angry stare until Amy’s smile vanished and she looked away. Good, I could still win a staring contest against her. Our elder cousin Lizzie looked curiously at what had passed between us. She seemed like she wanted to say something to me, but she bit her tongue and kept quiet.

Everyone else was chattering about how nice the lake was and plans for the rest of the holiday. Someone suggested we take a walk all the way around it tomorrow, like we had on a previous visit. Other visitors would be likely arriving to take up the other cabins or the adjoining campsite, and Dad said it would be nice to explore the place before it got too busy with other people. I wasn’t paying much attention. I don’t think I said a word to anyone throughout the meal, except to ask for food to be passed to me and to say thanks.

I went and hid in my room again as soon as I finished eating, giving Amy another angry look as I got up and left the table. It was all her fault I was feeling this way. Well, hers and Simon’s. My little brother had been the one to start it all. Amy looked really worried this time. Good. She should be. I was already concocting plans in my head for getting even with her.

As I passed the bathroom just off the living area, I remembered that all the bathrooms in the cabin had safety locks on their doors. These were designed to stop you accidentally walking in on someone, but they were easy enough to turn from the outside with the aid of a coin or another small object. I guess in case of emergency, like someone falling in the shower or a kid locking themselves inside. The point was, they could be opened. Amy was in many ways a typical 13-year-old girl, and liked to take long showers…

This and other idle plotting kept me entertained for a while, but I quickly got bored being stuck with only my own thoughts. I decided to go to bed early and put this whole rotten day behind me. I put my bedside lamp on and turned off the main bedroom light, undressing in the partial darkness. Unfortunately, the day wasn’t quite done with me yet.

I stripped off my boxers and changed into a clean pair without thinking. At home I’d normally sleep in nothing else. This week I was wearing a pair of flannel pyjama trousers, due to sharing a room with Simon (and because younger cousins had an annoying habit sometimes of bursting in and jumping on my bed first thing in the morning). Where did I put those pyjamas? I rummaged around in my bedding and found them. I slipped the clean pair of boxers off again, but before I could put my pyjama trousers on, the bedroom door burst open. Not my younger cousins, but my irritating 14-year-old brother/roommate.

My bed was the one nearest the door, so the light streamed in from the hallway that led to the rest of the cabin, illuminating my nude body from behind. I was bent over the bed, presenting a perfect view of my bare backside to whoever happened to be in the doorway or watching from the living and dining area beyond. Cheeks, bum crack, the works. The way my luck was going, everyone behind me could probably see my balls between my legs too. I yelped and quickly grabbed the clean boxers from where I’d dropped them on the bed, holding them protectively over my crotch as I span around to face the door and hide my exposed rear from sight.

Fortunately, Simon was alone, although I still felt my face flush at him seeing me again in this state. “What’s the matter with you? Don’t you knock any more?” I hissed crossly at him as I dropped down onto my bed, clutching my boxers in my lap. “The light was off. I assumed you were asleep,” Simon replied, by way of explanation as he switched the light back on. I winced at the brightness lighting up my bare skin. Simon shrugged and added cruelly, “Besides, it’s not like you’ve got anything left we haven’t all seen before.”

That stung. “That doesn’t give everyone a license to see me any time you like!” I told him, before adding my own jibe. “Just because you might not see what a REAL man looks like when you look in the mirror, but maybe you will one day.” I must’ve flustered him, because that made him hesitate. He looked like he was trying to decide on a smart comeback, but I cut him off before he could open his big mouth. I was still naked in front of an open doorway, with only a pair of boxers resting in my lap for cover. “SHUT THE DOOR, will you?” I demanded, waving my free hand at it.

Simon went to do as I asked, but was interrupted. As he swung the door closed, a hand appeared from behind it and held it open. A female hand with long, painted nails. Lizzie’s hand, I realised. I was having no luck at all today.

“Out,” she said firmly to Simon, from behind the door. He did as he was told. Lizzie is one of the few people who can order Simon about without question. He ducked out through the partially open doorway. Lizzie swung it open further so she could come in. “Wait!” I called out hurriedly. “I’m…” The door finished swinging open and Lizzie stepped inside. “…naked in here,” I finished quietly and lamely, clutching my boxers tighter to my groin.

Lizzie looked down at me sitting nude on the bed. She stared for a moment at the boxers I wasn’t properly wearing. I expected her to make a similar smart-ass comment as Simon had. Instead, she simply said, “You’re covered,” as if that meant everything was fine. She pulled up a stool and set it down in the narrow space between my bed and the door, blocking it from opening. She sat down, facing me. We couldn’t be interrupted like that and I was left with no escape route.

Lizzie leaned forward, her face close to mine. I felt very vulnerable. I was worried she would quickly pluck my underwear out of my lap, exposing my privates. But I guess she had no need to. As Simon had reminded me, she’d already seen it all. Cover or no cover, it was intimidating being sat alone this close to my elder cousin, once again with me naked and her fully clothed. “Um, Liz?” I asked. “Do you mind if I put some clothes on?”

“I don’t mind,” she replied airily, as if she was giving me permission. She didn’t look away though. “Erm,” I continued, “I can’t really do that with you sitting there.”

“I’m not stopping you,” was her casual answer. She still wasn’t looking away. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened to you today. And I know your brother can be a jerk about stuff like this.” She sounded like she meant it, and it seemed she just wanted to talk, despite refusing my plea for some privacy. I sighed and tried to be casual. I released my deathlike grip on my boxer shorts. I was fairly sure now that Lizzie wasn’t about to snatch them up. I checked they were still covering everything important before letting them simply rest in my lap. I settled my hands to my sides on the bed, relaxing into a less cringing pose.

I didn’t feel relaxed, and it came out in my voice. “It’s worse than that,” I complained to Lizzie. “This is all Simon’s fault to begin with. If he hadn’t peeked in on Amy when she was changing, she would never have pulled my towel off me.” “That sounds like Simon,” Lizzie agreed. “You know he spied on my bedroom while I was changing for a night out, when you stayed with us last Christmas?”

I did know that. In fact, I’d been right there with Simon. We’d peeked through a crack around Lizzie’s bedroom door as she was getting ready for her date. But I’d been subtler about it and it seemed Lizzie had only noticed Simon. We’d caught a glimpse of her undressed to only a lacy black bra and knickers, a sight I wasn’t going to forget in a long time. It had been an unexpected Christmas gift, and the first time I’d realised just how smoking hot Lizzie was. We were cousins, so nothing would ever come of it, but that glimpse had been an unexpected Christmas gift I treasured. I felt my dick begin to stir at the memory, beneath the underwear resting in my lap.

Right now, however, the tables were turned. It was I who was undressed in my bedroom, with Lizzie watching me. I kept noticing her eyes darting down to my crotch as we talked. I hoped she hadn’t noticed any movement down there just then. I tried to remain casual about my precarious, minimal cover and forced my mind back to what we were talking about. “Yeah, Simon’s a total pervert,” I said. “Amy’s just as bad, and gloating with it. What I wouldn’t give to get back at the pair of them!”

Lizzie looked me in the eyes seriously. “That’s what I came to talk to you about,” she replied. “Look, Amy feels bad about what she did and tells me she wants to make up with you, but she’s scared about what you might do to her in revenge.” Lizzie and Amy had been close family to each other for as long as I could remember, much closer than I was to either of them. Both had parents who’d split up, and younger half-siblings from subsequent relationships. It was only natural they’d find a lot of common ground. Yet I still found myself annoyed that Lizzie was taking Amy’s side.

“She should be! She deserves it!” I complained. I realised I was coming across like a petulant child in front of my gorgeous favourite cousin, but damn it, I needed to let my frustration out.

“I know,” Lizzie nodded, “but I mean REALLY scared. I don’t think you realise quite how damn murderously you glared at her over dinner. She wanted her mum to stand guard by her bedroom door while she changed into her pyjamas just now, but Aunt Jill refused, so I had to step in. I’m not carrying on guard duty for her for the rest of the holiday.”

“So don’t. Why shouldn’t I see her naked, after what she did to me?”

“It’s a fair point, but she’s worried you’ll do worse than that. She thinks you’ll try to get 100% even and drag her from her room naked, in front of the whole family. If you did that, it would destroy her.”

That idea had crossed my mind. “It’s destroying me!” I pouted, but my cousin looked at me as if I were very stupid. “No, it’s not,” she said seriously, with the patience of someone trying to make a small child understand something, “You’re embarrassed, but you’ll get over it. Amy isn’t coping well with Simon having seen just her budding breasts. Imagine how she’d feel if that pervert were ogling her whole body? Imagine how much worse if it were everyone else too? Her younger brother, aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins?”

“I don’t have to IMAGINE it. I lived it!” I protested, but Lizzie held up her hand to silence me. “Besides,” she continued, “what do you think would happen to you if you tried something like that? Aunt Jill would probably strip you naked and tie you to the signpost on the main road, for everyone passing by to look at.” Her voice turned cold. “And I’d help her do it. Don’t escalate this.”

I gulped. I’d always liked Lizzie, but I’d learned when I was very young not to cross her when she meant business. My dick twitched again, this time at the thought of being tied up, helpless and exposed for passing motorists and hikers to see. Unlike down at the lake, I wouldn’t be able to move or cover up. While part of me (guess which part) felt a thrill at the idea, I did NOT want to go there in reality. “What do you suggest then? I should just drop it?” I asked Lizzie. “Not gonna happen.”

“Come back down for a swim with me tomorrow morning, and you’ll see,” she answered. “First thing, 7am, before the others are up.”

I let my frustration show even more. “Are you crazy? After what happened today? I never want to swim in that lake again!”

Lizzie gave me a sly look. “I promise it’ll be worth your while,” she said. “Look, I can’t do anything about everyone else who saw you. But I can help you do something about our Simon problem, and I can make up for Amy having seen you. And me,” she added with a conspiratorial wink. Something in that wink made my dick agree to her plan immediately. Stupid dick. Before I could question Lizzie any further, there was a bang on the bedroom door and a shout from Simon. “Oi, Liz! Are you done playing with my naked-ass brother yet? I want to unpack my Switch so I can play on it.”

Lizzie and I both looked at the door, then at each other. She reached out a hand and touched my knee unexpectedly, making me jump slightly. I was more nervous than I’d thought. “Tomorrow morning, meet me for a swim. I’ll explain then.” She glanced down at my crotch again and stifled a giggle. “Meanwhile you might want to cover that up a bit better.” She winked at me for a second time, this time more cheekily.

I looked at where she was just looking. Over the course of our conversation, I had become almost fully erect. My penis had lifted up the boxer shorts that had been only loosely draped over it, bunching them up against my pubis. Below them, the head and about three inches of shaft were sticking out for Lizzie to see! My erection had caused my foreskin to retract as always, revealing my glans and the small opening at its tip. I had a crazy though that it was like another eye, winking right back at cousin Lizzie!

I felt my face glow red hot. How long had I been sat like that, unknowingly showing off pretty much the only bit of me I’d managed to keep hidden down at the lake, the most private part of my most private part? Now Lizzie had seen that last bit of me too. Freaking out, I picked up my boxers, clamped them over my penis and gripped tightly. That touch, coupled with Lizzie’s presence and everything we’d been talking about, sent a jolt through my body. I gasped. I wasn’t anywhere close to orgasm, but my body was hungry for more and wanted badly to get there.

Embarrassment was winning out over thrills however. My hasty rearrangement had now covered up the head of my dick, but only the head. I’d inadvertently removed the cover I’d previously had over the base of my shaft, as well as my pubes and my balls. Lizzie tried to act nonchalant, as if my second close-up nude show for her today was no big deal, but she couldn’t help staring. When I’d tripped on the rocks in front of her, everything was flaccid and floppy. I couldn’t help but think she was comparing that sight with what it looked like now, fully hard and sticking up at her.

I rearranged myself again so that all the important parts were properly covered. Simon was still banging on the door. Lizzie got up and moved the stool she’d been sitting on out of the way. She made a token effort to pretend she wasn’t still looking at my groin, but she clearly was.

“I’ll, er, leave you to it,” she said, as Simon burst through the (now unblocked) door. “Finally!” he said. “What was all that about?” Lizzie slipped past him and left without answering. I finally climbed into my pyjamas. I didn’t bother covering up from Simon. There didn’t seem to be any point any more. His eyebrows shot up as he looked down at my erection. I winced inwardly and wished I’d kept it covered after all. “It looks like you were having fun,” he said, with a hint of suggestive accusation. “C’mon, tell!”

“It’s no concern of yours,” I replied. I got into bed and lay down on my side, with my back to Simon. “Yet,” I mentally added, allowing myself a grin. I ignored Simon’s demands to know more and tried to get to sleep.

I was woken in the dead of night by the sound of Simon shuffling rhythmically once again. Presumably he thought I was fast asleep and wouldn’t hear him. He was almost certainly reliving how he’d caught Amy half-naked. He might be less keen to beat off about it after whatever Lizzie had planned. Or maybe he was fantasising about me and Lizzie? Gross! Eventually, he moaned a couple of times before settling into a deep slumber, allowing me to get back to sleep too.

But sleep wouldn’t come. What was Lizzie up to? Would I really like whatever it was? She wasn’t allowing me to seek revenge on Amy, but she said she was going to make up for Amy having seen me. And her. And Simon. What did it all mean? I was intrigued, thoughts turning over and over in my head. At some point I must’ve drifted back to sleep.

great chapter once again. Don’t keep us waiting another year for more

[docknumber]

Loved the chapter. Curious what Lizzie is up to.

[BareB4U]

great chapter once again. Don’t keep us waiting another year for more

Heh, don't worry. There are going to be five more chapters of this, and they're mostly written already, apart from filling in a few gaps and giving them all a bit of polishing. I'm planning to post a chapter every few days over the next couple of weeks or so.

[Freesub]

great chapter once again. Don’t keep us waiting another year for more

Heh, don't worry. There are going to be five more chapters of this, and they're mostly written already, apart from filling in a few gaps and giving them all a bit of polishing. I'm planning to post a chapter every few days over the next couple of weeks or so.

I liked the concept and the way Lizzie compromises. She doesn't want her cousin stripped naked in front of everyone because it would embarass her way too much, but she isn't so unfair as to expect him to just drop it entirely. So, I'd say she's written quite well.