I choose to stay at the house

I look at the men before me. One looks remorseful, two give me smiles, but the last can't really meet my eye. A breeze picks up and blows across my legs, making me shiver a bit. “Alright,” I say in an affirmative tone, “I'll stay, for your sake Uncle Nathan. You just need to do one thing.”

“What's that?” he asks.

“I'm kind of in the wrong kind of clothes. I'd change, but I got three sets of eyes watching me,” I say, with a chuckle.

“Oh,” Uncle Nathan says in realization. “Fellas. Can we give Miss Charlene some privacy here?”

Uncle Steve chimes in, “Absolutely. Guys, let's go inside.” He takes a dejected Andrew and my Uncle Aaron back into the house.

Once they are gone, my Uncle Nathan asks, “Alright, do you need any help?”

I nod and I tell him to open up my luggage. Even as I pick out garments like underwear and outerwear, he averts his gaze upwards. Thinking there is other people outside, even if the property is as private as it should be, the first thing I put on is a thong. I mind to keep the thinner portion towards my backside and use the obscuring quality of the bottom edge of my large shirt to hide my donning of the underwear. I remove my large shirt, keeping in mind to shield my breasts with it. I pick out a bra and make sure my uncle is looking away before I drop my shirt and quickly put the brassiere on. I don't tell him to turn around, though I feel somewhat comfortable enough for him to see my female body in its half-naked state.

I try not to leave myself in my current state of dress and scramble to find some outerwear pieces to complete my outfit. I pull a pair of skinny jeans up my legs and struggle to shimmy my pants past my wider hips. I fasten it onto my body and then find a shirt and put it on. I finish by putting on the jacket I was wearing earlier, though it looks almost like a trenchcoat on my smaller frame. I also put on a pair of socks and sneakers on my feet. “All done,” I state.

“I'm guessing you need help getting your things back into the house,” my Uncle Nathan mentions.

“Eventually. Just promise me no one is going to raid my panty drawer while I'm here,” I say in jest.

He chuckles. “I'll personally see to it that your Uncle Andrew doesn't bother you too much.”

My uncle and I return to the house and we find my Uncle Andrew framed by my Uncles Steve and Aaron. Upon my entrance, he looks at me directly. It seems they have been talking to him about something.