“What?” I asked, glancing down. I was beneath my sheet, but that sheet didn’t offer any cover from the outline of my swollen cock any better than my shorts could contain it. I quickly rolled on my side, covering my hard-on with my bent knee. I felt stupid as hell letting her catch me like that.
“That all you?” she asked, still standing in the space between us.
“No, I always shove a couple socks inside my shorts before I got to sleep,” I said, rolling my eyes at her stupid question.
“I’m just saying, you’re hung,” she said, retreating to her cot and sitting down. “Roll over again.”
“No,” I said, laughing at how stupid she was being. Why would I want to do that?
“Fine, then I’ll just wait until you’re asleep and I’ll pull your covers off of you.”
“You would,” I said, still laughing. I had seen Maggie drunk before and I knew alcohol turned her into a flirt. “Did Holly really say she thought I was cute?”
“I keep telling you, chicks think you’re a stud.” She worked out her covers and slipped between them. “Are you going to jerk-off?”
“No,” I said, turning my back to her.
“If you do, you have to let me watch.”
“I’m not jerking off in front of you.”
“But you were going to, weren’t you?”
“Shut up,” I grumbled, embarrassed and frustrated.
“We could both do it.”
“You’re drunk.”
“I love you, little bro,” she said. Those were words we weren’t afraid to say to each other. We grew up saying it and we still did. “Even if you are a brat.”
“I love you, too,” I replied, hoping she would shut-up.
“You’re a good little brother.”
“And you’re my favorite big sister.”
“Hey, I’m your only sister!” she protested, quickly working out my joke. When she was quiet for a moment, I mistakenly hoped she was falling asleep. I wasn’t so lucky. “I think I’m going to start calling you my big brother.” I ignored the temptation to ask why, but she still supplied the answer. “Because you have a big dick.”
“Shut-up,” I groaned.
“Really big,” she added, determined to get in the last word before we fell asleep to the distant sounds of parents still drinking in the pavilion.
I was hard when I woke up the next morning. Hard and missing my sheet. The first thing I did was glance at Maggie. She was soundly asleep and I’m sure I had kicked off my covers without her help. Mornings were quiet affairs around the campsite with most of the adults sleeping off booze and most of the teenagers doing what they did best: sleeping late. Only the families with youngsters were awake, doing their best to keep their toddlers quiet and happy. I made coffee on our camp stove, plugged in my earbuds, and rocked out while surfing the net on my phone until a long shadow creeped up my leg. I glanced up, surprised to see Holly standing there.
“Maggie’s still asleep,” I said, pulling out an earbud in case she had something to say.
“Actually, I was hoping to score some coffee,” she said, still looking half asleep.
“Sure thing,” I said, fumbling for an extra cup and only pour a few drops on my hand before passing it to her. “You can bring the cup back whenever.”