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Whoopsie.
Time for the reveal and imminent comparison
I hate Simon

Great chapter. This is why I love your stories. Even though I don't agree with Simon's secret (because once the girls get a look his insecurity won't be as heightened) in my opinion. You still find a way to keep me entertained and the cliffhanger so good! Even though I still hate Simon I'll settle for main character embarrassed again too Amy is so devious and playing chess not checkers. I didn't see that angle coming. So excited for the next chapter!

Damn! Lizzie is an angel, and Aunt Jill is evil

Nice progress. Can’t wait to see how the boys deal with Aunt Jill.

Happy that main author still find himself in these embarrassing moments.

docknumber wrote: Sat Mar 07, 2026 10:40 pm Nice progress. Can’t wait to see how the boys deal with Aunt Jill.

Spoiler alert: It's not going to go well for them.

BareB4U wrote: Sun Mar 08, 2026 3:58 pm
Spoiler alert: It's not going to go well for them.

When you going to post the next chapter?

hightab wrote: Sun Mar 08, 2026 4:34 pm When you going to post the next chapter?

Probably Tuesday, with the final part to follow on Friday. I have a complete draft of both chapters already, but they still need a bit of fine-tuning.

I don’t know how, but hoping Simon is some how ‘brought down to size’.
He’s just too dislikable.
Maybe he suffers from E.D.?
Or is just *too big to be enjoyable?

Hmm somehow Amy is just seeming "too" mean right here, targeting the main character also, as collateral damage?

But yes, simon deserves some (naked) time in the sunshine

Chapter 6 – Aunt Jill shows no mercy

There was no defying Aunt Jill’s order, not when she was as angry as this. Arguing back was impossible. Reluctantly, Simon and I turned our backs to her and Amy, and pulled the sweaters over our heads. We turned to face them again, holding the sweaters bundled up in front of our crotches, protecting what little dignity we had left, knowing it wouldn’t last for long.

“Hand them over,” Aunt Jill said firmly. I gulped at this next step in what was inevitably coming. The two of us both cupped one hand over our private parts as we handed the sweatshirts to Aunt Jill with the other. In my case, my pubes were poking out over the top of my hand, but it was just about enough to keep everything important hidden. For Simon, one hand was definitely inadequate. He kept most of his shaft curled up and covered, but an inch or so of the root of it, where it joined his body, was clearly visible, as was the whole patch of pubic hair above it. Simon’s testicles were also hanging out partly from either side of his hand. Aunt Jill smirked at him as she took the sweaters from us.

We covered up more fully with both hands as quickly as we could, but Aunt Jill told us, “None of that. You saw Amy, now it’s her turn. Hands by your sides, boys.” I tried to protest that there was no need for this, that Amy (and Aunt Jill, and everyone else) had already seen me. Simon was pleading also beside me. “Can I just show Amy?” he tried bargaining. “You don’t need to see me too, Aunt Jill.”

Aunt Jill shook her head firmly. “If Amy didn’t get to choose who saw her, you don’t either.” She was almost licking her lips in anticipation. I had no doubt of the personal pleasure she was taking in punishing us. Aunt Jill was still in her mid-30s, having had Amy when she was quite young. She was Dad and Uncle Dave’s younger sister by quite some margin, physically not unattractive, and obviously still had an active sexual interest in young guys. But she was also my aunt. It was creepy having her ogle my nude body. She had already seen my parts for a few seconds the day before, but I really didn’t want to have to move my hands and give her an extended look at them.

“Enough stalling, let’s see what you’ve got,” Aunt Jill commanded. Amy flashed me a look that was almost apologetic, for getting me into this mess. Almost, but not quite. Although she had seen me fully nude twice already, she seemed eager for more. She had also only seen Simon naked from the rear. Now she looked like Christmas had come early. She was going to get to see and compare us both at once. I knew that meant that the size difference between us was going to be much more obvious than it would’ve been from seeing us both separately. This was going to be awful!

“Both together, on three?” Simon asked me. He looked wretched. If winning the size contest was any comfort to him, he didn’t show it. He wasn’t looking forward to this any more than I was. I nodded, and tried to mentally brace myself for the end of my status as the big brother.

“One, two… three,” we both counted. It took a supreme effort of will. I began to move my hands away slowly, glancing across at Simon to make sure he was doing the same and wasn’t chickening out on me. He was moving equally slowly, his penis coming into view just as mine was. Before we’d even got our hands to our sides, Aunt Jill and Amy were already leering. Even that split second view was enough to make us both snap our hands protectively back over ourselves on a reflex.

“There, you saw us!” Simon gasped, embarrassed. “That was way too quick,” Amy complained, “and you didn’t even uncover all the way. I want to see you PROPERLY.” Aunt Jill pointed at first my hands and then Simon’s. “You heard my daughter,” she said firmly. I sighed and reluctantly uncovered again, this time managing to drop my arms fully, leaving them dangling at my sides while my aunt and cousin stared openly at me. My arms weren’t the only parts of me that were dangling.

Amy and Aunt Jill took in the sight of me (all of me) for a moment before facing my brother, standing next to me. He still hadn’t moved his hands. Aunt Jill looked down at them. “Now you, Simon,” she said quietly. Simon’s eyes were watery and I thought he might start openly crying. But he slowly, reluctantly, moved both his hands away to reveal his enormous manhood. Like me, he now stood with everything on show to our two female relatives. It was over, his secret was out.

The size difference between us was even worse than I’d feared. My own dick was suffering due to the slightly chill air and my terror at the situation, and had shrunk all the way down to a little less than four inches. Simon was having the opposite problem. Though he looked even more nervous than me, the hormones of his 14-year-old body were betraying him. He was sporting a semi-hard member about seven inches long. It looked nearly twice the size of mine!

I saw Amy and Aunt Jill’s mouths both open wide with shock. Aunt Jill was the first to recover. “Well, Simon,” she said, with obvious relish, “you really have grown a lot since the last time I saw you!” Amy sniggered. “How come Simon’s is so much bigger?” she asked between laughs. I could’ve throttled her. “Some boys are just more… generously endowed, dear,” Aunt Jill said, with an appreciative smirk at Simon’s penis and a more disparaging smirk at mine.

I had never before in my life been made to feel small down there, but boy was I feeling it now! My shame was keeping my penis flaccid. It stubbornly remained in its smallest state, for Aunt Jill to mock. This was worse than humiliating!

I turned my head away, unable to look at either her or Amy for a moment longer. Simon couldn’t look at them either. He was unknowingly imitating Amy from when she’d stripped for me earlier. He fixed his gaze on a patch of sky above Aunt Jill’s head, frozen in embarrassment. Aunt Jill asked, “Are you both learning your lesson yet? Amy and I are looking at all the parts you wanted to keep hidden. How does that make you feel? Embarrassed? Ashamed? Violated?” I nodded sadly to all three. My brother whimpered softly and closed his eyes. That also meant yes.

Amy’s victory over Simon was complete. She teased him with variations on his own words, just like she had previously done to me. “I’m glad I didn’t miss this treat, Simon, getting a look at your dick at long last,” she remarked. “And a very long dick it is too. How do you even walk normally with that between your legs?” Aunt Jill laughed at her daughter’s comments.

Amy circled closely around Simon, scrutinising every detail of his anatomy from all sides. She took a glance at mine every time her path took her back round to me. “I always knew you were a dick, Simon. I just didn’t know how MUCH of you was a dick.” Amy chuckled at her own joke, and carried on verbally tormenting him. “I’ve heard bigger is better, but you always go too far Simon. It’s not that nice. I don’t know how it would even fit inside someone. It just looks like it would HURT!”

Amy could go too far too, and seemed to have forgotten her mother was there. Aunt Jill was scandalised enough to call Amy by her full name, which no one ever normally used. “Amelia! By all means, put the boys in their place, but you shouldn’t even be thinking such things at your age, let alone saying them!” Amy blushed. “Oops, sorry, Mum,” she said, suddenly contrite.

Amy’s slip had brought the moment to an end. Aunt Jill was apparently satisfied the inspection was over. “Come on,” she called to the three of us. “We’ve wasted enough time. Let’s get moving again.” “Like THIS?!” I asked, aghast. “Don’t we get our sweaters back?” asked Simon. “No, you walk exactly as you are,” said Aunt Jill. “No covering up again either. Hands by your sides!”

This afternoon was getting worse and worse. Simon and I tried to lurk behind slightly, while Aunt Jill and Amy walked a few paces ahead. The sweaters we had been wearing were now packed away in Amy’s rucksack. Mother and daughter talked quietly among themselves, and kept looking back together in our direction.

If they were making sure we were following, they didn’t need to look quite so pointedly at our genitals every time, but they also wanted to check we weren’t covering up. Aunt Jill seemed to be watching us both like a hawk. Any time Simon or I moved our hands to cover, even slightly, she ordered us to stop. At least Simon had shrunk back to a more ‘modest’ six inches or so, and my penis had recovered a bit from my earlier shrinkage. Simon’s was only one and a half times my size now.

Taking the opportunity for private conversation, he asked me, “Is it true? Did Amy really let you see her completely naked? How come you didn’t tell me?” I nodded. “She made me promise not to tell you, but I guess it’s okay now she’s blurted it out herself. She was making things up to me for stripping my towel off in front of everyone yesterday.”

Simon considered this. “So do you think she’ll let us both see her now, for shoving us in the water and making us strip naked?” he asked. I laughed at him. “She’s not going to show you anything Simon, not when you’re such a shit to her all the time.” My brother actually looked hurt by this. I pressed the point. “You always have to act tough and win,” I told him. “I get it. I’ve been there. But you shut everyone out. What happened, man? We used to get on.”

Simon was thoughtful for a moment, but then he said, “So you're saying, if I’m nicer to Amy, she might show me her snatch? Seems like a long shot.” I was fairly sure his crude comment was false bravado though. He must’ve been feeling vulnerable, or I must’ve been getting through to him, because the next thing he said sounded like a genuine apology.

“I’m sorry I used our different dick sizes against you,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you about Amy either. I saw how you tried to stop her pushing me in the water. Truth is, you’ve got a better deal, having a dick that’s…”

Intrigued though I was by this newly humble side of my brother, I cut him off right there. “Choose your next words very carefully,” I warned him, but I said it teasingly. We both chuckled. “I was going to say ‘more normal sized’,” Simon replied. “I get weird looks in the locker room, like I’m a freak. You heard Amy. She didn’t like it, and said she couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to have sex with it. What if I get a girlfriend and she reacts the same way? What am I gonna do then?”

“Lots of lube?” I jokingly suggested. “I don’t know, Simon. I’m sure you and your imaginary future girlfriend will figure something out. I’m more worried about right now.” I was right to be worried too. Our opportunity for brotherly bonding was over almost as soon as it had begun. Aunt Jill marched back to us. “You two are dawdling far too much, and I’m not sure I like you plotting together,” she said.

She split us up, walking beside Simon while forcing me to go on ahead next to Amy. I accepted the better end of that deal, having to walk with the lesser of the two evils. Simon was less happy about walking with Aunt Jill. She was right though. There was no good in Simon and I dawdling. The longer we stayed out, the more chance another jogger or someone else might come along and see us like this. Heck, the rest of our family probably wouldn’t be very far behind. We needed to get back before they ALL saw us.

Amy spoke quietly to me, too low for her mother to hear. “I asked Mum if I could walk with you when she split you up. I said it was because you saw me fully naked, whereas Simon only saw me half naked.” She grinned, looking pleased that it was that way round. “So I said I wanted to see you some more.” She emphasised this by leaning across me and peering exaggeratedly down at my dick again. At least Aunt Jill could no longer see it.

I checked behind us. Simon had his head bowed in silent shame and was clearly unhappy with whatever Aunt Jill was saying to him. She was looking at my nude brother more than me, but spared a glance every few seconds to look at my bare behind instead. I must’ve made quite the contrast, walking along next to her fully clothed daughter.

Amy eventually got to the point. “The real reason was so I could talk to you. You know I wouldn’t have pushed you if you’d just let me see Simon’s dick this morning, right? I didn’t understand why you didn’t want anyone to see him then, but I guess I do now,” she murmured triumphantly. I scowled. “That doesn’t sound like much of an apology,” I said.

“It isn’t meant to be,” Amy replied. “If you’d just TOLD me when I asked you, none of this would be happening. I just want you to know I understand. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone else. Must be embarrassing being the LITTLE guy, huh?” I needed Amy’s half-hearted pity less than I needed her half-hearted apology. “What happened to ‘You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of’?” I asked crossly.

Amy tried to pacify me. “I thought yours looked quite big yesterday,” she reasoned. “I don’t have much basis for comparison among kids our ages. Yours isn’t that small, is it? Does Simon just have a big one?” I gritted my teeth at my younger cousin’s suggestion I might be under-endowed, but I guess she was genuinely curious. I answered her with the truth. “Simon has a big one. I swear, his is the biggest I’ve seen.” That caused Amy to snigger again.

I continued, wanting her to understand very clearly. “Mine is NOT small, okay? The average for guys is a little under six inches. You probably know that already. Mine’s slightly longer than that, thank you very much.” Amy looked sceptically at my present four inches, waggling limply in front of her as we walked. “There’s no way that’s six inches,” she scoffed, poking underneath the tip of it with one finger and lifting it up so she could assess its length while it was pointing out straight.

I jumped involuntarily as, once again, Amy touched my penis. This time it was skin-on-skin, rather than through my swimming shorts, as it had been before, when we were swimming together. “Hey! Fingers off the goods!” I yelped, pushing her arm away. I felt the need to continue defending my manhood’s honour. “Six inches is the erect length, alright. It gets bigger when it’s hard… As you well know!” I finished as an afterthought, realising how much my cousin was messing with me.

“It IS nicer-looking than Simon’s,” she whispered. “I meant what I said, his great big thing is kind of ugly and scary. But yours is… nice. I liked seeing it hard. Can you make it that way again?” I sighed, grateful for the flattery, but needing to explain to Amy that it doesn’t just work that way.

Then I realised that sometimes it works EXACTLY that way. All this commenting on my assets, talk of erections and that brief physical contact from Amy was starting to have an involuntary effect down there. “Oh goodie, you're the best!” said Amy, clapping her hands in delight as my penis began to rise. The more I tried not to think about it, the worse it got, and soon I was fully erect.

It was nerve-wracking being in front as we made our way along the trail. At any moment, I feared a group of walkers, maybe another family, might appear on the path ahead, walking in the opposite direction. Sporting a hard-on only made it worse. It was as if my dick was standing up proud, leading the way. My nerves were on edge with the fear of being seen by someone else at any moment. I was sure the trail hadn’t gone on for this long the last time I was here.

Thankfully, with perhaps the first good luck I’d had so far this holiday, my fears went unrealised. We made it back to the cabin site without encountering anyone. There was a problem however. Around fifty feet of open ground lay between the end of the path and our cabin, and that area was not as deserted as the path had been. The group of young campers from earlier were there in the middle of it, now setting up their tents. I recognised the jogging girl among them. We’d have to leave the relative cover of the trees to cover the final distance, and there was no way we could do that without them seeing us.

Amy realised the danger as soon as I did. We both turned to Aunt Jill and Simon. I saw that my brother also had a full erection now. I wondered if that had happened of its own accord, or if Aunt Jill had been saying things to Simon to trigger it.

I noticed Amy glance from Simon’s dick to mine, comparing their sizes now they were both at their fullest extent. Aunt Jill did the same. I’d started to feel used to being naked and actually quite good about Amy admiring my private parts. But now we were side-by-side again, that unfamiliar embarrassment at having the smaller penis returned. I shouldn’t feel bad about six inches!

I forced those feelings to the back of my mind. “Aunt Jill, please can we have our sweaters back now?” I said quietly. “There are people out there.” My aunt pushed me aside (with no regard to my personal space, I noticed) and peered out at the campsite. She thought for an agonisingly long moment, then shook her head with a grin. “No, I don’t think so, boys.”

She looked again from my erection to Simon’s. “Wearing sweaters wouldn’t do either of you much good in that state. You’d either have to stretch them badly, like Simon did to Amy’s earlier, or you’d end wrapping them around your bits instead of wearing them properly, like you tried to do when you took them off. I’m not having you getting them all nasty. Remember they’re your cousins’ sweaters!”

Simon found his voice again. He and I started to protest, to plead for mercy, but Aunt Jill held up a hand, silencing us. “Here’s what we’re going to do,” she said. “Amy and I will go first and unlock the door. Then all you two have to do is a quick dash. They won’t see your dirty little boy parts for more than a few seconds before you get inside.”

“Can’t you go first and fetch some clothes out for us?” Simon asked. This seemed like a very sensible suggestion to me. Aunt Jill was having too much fun to agree to it, though, and grinned malevolently. “No, Simon, you’re being punished, remember? Think of this as your last trial. It’ll all be over soon.” She’d dropped even the pretence that she wasn’t deliberately torturing us now. This was going to be horrible, even if it went perfectly. Aunt Jill and Amy strode towards the cabin, leaving Simon and I standing by ourselves behind the last of the tree cover, with nothing but our own skin.

I didn’t trust Aunt Jill, but she left us with no other choice. Unless we decided to run away and live naked as wild men of the woods, never interacting with other human beings again. Hmm, that was a little bit tempting, if unrealistic. No, there was nothing else for it but to streak as fast as we could.

Aunt Jill unlocked the cabin door and ushered Amy inside. Then she stood beside the open door and beckoned in our direction. I wished she wouldn’t draw attention like that. I suppose I should be grateful she didn’t shout out our names. I decided to make the dash before she did. I pressed my dick up against my belly and tried to cover it and my balls as best I could with both hands. I couldn’t cover it all. Simon was able to cover even less. “Come on,” I said urgently to him, and ran out into the open.

We got maybe five paces before hearing a shriek. “Look at those guys, they’re NAKED!” exclaimed a dark-haired girl of about 18. I ran faster in a panic, only to trip on a rock sticking out of the ground. Simon was right on my heels and grabbed my arm to stop me before I fell. The group of campers abandoned their half-erected tents and started running too, towards us. There were around ten of them, equal numbers of guys and girls.

The cabin door drew closer. Simon and I put on a burst of speed, still desperately trying to conceal what we could of our private parts. I prayed neither of us tripped again. I glanced to my left. The campers were closing in, but we were going to make it before they intercepted us.

The safety and privacy of the cabin were just seconds away. But then Aunt Jill flashed that cruel, annoying smile of hers again. She closed the cabin door before I could reach it, and leant against the outside, her arms folded. The sound of the door slamming was like a guillotine blade falling. Simon and I were doomed.