“Says the hottest chick you know,” Maggie grinned, striking a pose. “Dammit, bro, you’ve got to get over yourself. You’re eighteen with a year of college behind you. High school is over with, you know?”
“I know,” I agreed, hanging my head. Somehow, I had to shake feeling like the runt.
“Don’t you get tired of just jerking off?”
Blushing, I reminded her that I had had a girlfriend during my last semester at college. She had been my second official girlfriend.
“Just looking out for you,” she said. “You’re a brat, but I still love you, bro.”
I rolled my eyes before saying, “Love you, too, bitch.”
“Maybe I should go hit on Holly,” she said, forcing me to look at her to see if she was serious or not. It was rare when I couldn’t tell the difference.
“No way,” I said, finding myself in one of those rare instances.
“Why not? She’s cute.”
“Yeah, but you don’t. . . you know. You don’t go that way.”
“Are you sure?” Maggie asked, flashing a deceptive grin I couldn’t read before she strolled in the direction of Holly. “Hey girlfriend, where the hell have you been?” A few moments later, Holly and Maggie laughed and giggled together as if they were old friends, and I was stuck wishing from afar.
There were two cabins in the camping area where the advance team of cousins spent the night after a day of getting the campground ready. One was used for the boys with the other reserved for the girls. Holly and Maggie spent that first night in one cabin while I bunked with Tony and Dorian in the other one. “Dude, your sister is hot,” Tony told me.
“Yeah she is,” I agreed, just like always. There was no reason denying Maggie’s good looks.
“Ever see her naked?”
“Dude, gross!” Dorian groaned. “That’s his sister!”
“Yeah, but damn, you know?” Tony said, unwilling to let go of the idea.
“What about Holly?” I asked, thinking she was even prettier than my sister.
“She’s like every other cheerleader,” Dorian reported. “She keeps her nose stuck so far in the air, she would probably drown in a rain storm.”
“So, checking out your cousin is okay, but not your sister?” Tony asked, calling out his brother.
“Fuck it, I’d do them both,” Dorian laughed before asking me, “Hey, do you play Minecraft?” We spent the rest of the night talking about video games instead of unattainable girls.
The combined Gallagher-McGee clans began arriving the next morning. RVs were parked, pop-up trailer tents popped, and at our campsite, Maggie and I helped Dad pitch our massive, three room tent that only saw the light of day once each year.
Sharing a tent with your Mom and Dad sounds more awkward that it was. The big tent we used was divided into three sections. Mom and Dad slept in the section to the right of the doorway while Maggie and I shared the section to left. Maggie and I had long ago worked out the logistics of sharing a space by pushing our cots against opposites walls. It was too hot in August for sleeping bags, so we used a thin blanket and a sheet and learned how to get dressed or undressed beneath our sheets whenever needed..