I have to help...

I take a deep breath, looking around. I wasn't all that familiar with this side of the island, but I did know that the North Beach was bordered right up next to a public park, making for a mixture of greenspace, and white sand beaches separated only by a thin strip of forest. At late afternoon, approaching evening, it would take a miracle to not be seen by others as I go to Nate's truck. But, what other choice did I have? Jane was not lying when she said she was too depleted to pick up the stretcher, and looked to be a strong breeze away from blowing over judging by her staggered, ragged demeanor. I was getting close to tired myself, but I was the only other person available to take Wanda to the truck. Despite the lack of cover, I would HAVE to take on the role of carrying the back half of the stretcher.

With a deep sigh, I nodded towards the pair of siblings. "...If possible, could err... Could you not stare? I don't mind carrying the stretcher at all, but I can't exactly keep covered while I'm using both hands to bring the stretcher to the truck..." I sheepishly request. I know that them seeing everything is probably inevitable if they haven't already firmly imprinted my nude figure into their memory. That doesn't change the fact that I still would prefer to minimize my exposure as much as possible.

Jane snaps out of her staring a second later, and slaps her brother on the arm. "You perv! Stop staring at her! Turn around and get ready to carry the front end!" She orders, causing Nate to widen his eyes, and murmur what I can best guess is some variation of 'sorry'. Nate takes his place crouched down at the front, facing towards the stretcher with both hands firmly grasping the handles. He looks up expectantly at me, and I hesitate when I realize that he would essentially be looking directly at me if I pick up the stretcher.

Fortunately, Jane seems to notice this too, and rolls her eyes. "You dumbass! Turn AROUND! Otherwise you're gonna be staring at her tits the whole walk to the truck, and drop Wanda!" Jane authoritatively commands, causing her brother to blush a bit, before scrambling to turn around as he realizes his own mistake. Jane turns towards me, offering a warm smile. "Sorry about my brother, he's acting like he's never seen a naked woman before... I can't help it he has the maturity of a middle schooler..." Jane says, smirking. I can't help but notice she is making no effort to look away, which does make me feel a bit more embarrassed from the brazen ogling.

"Alright! I'm lifting! Going up, in 1... 2..." Nate suddenly begins to say, causing my eyes to widen.

I scramble to the sand, and hastily grab the back handles, and match Nate's lift just as he says "3!" with all his might, letting out a huff as we lift the stretcher to waist height. Wanda's head is now positioned directly next to my waistline, causing me to blush furiously as I catch her looking up at me with a slight wince. I can barely see her face due to my breasts obscuring my view of her from above, but I catch a glimpse of what I guess to be a slight smile. I want to ask if Wanda could stop staring at me, but decide that in the current situation there really isn't anywhere else she can look, and it might not be a good idea to have her adjust her position...

"Alright, I'll lead the way to the truck. It's not too far, just past the picnic pavilions and the soccer fields..." Nate explains, as we begin walking along towards the path off the beach.

"Yeah, let's get out of here before someone sees..." Jane began to say, her expression forming into one of confusion for a moment. "...Come to think of it, what is your name? We haven't gotten the chance to ask with all the chaos..." Jane asks, raising an eyebrow.

"...Brooke." I answer, between heavy breaths. Hauling Wanda on sandy terrain is no easy task, despite the fact that I would normally be more than comfortable lifting this much weight... I'm starting to feel the fatigue catching up with me.

"Well, we need to get to the truck before someone else sees you. I'm really sorry to ask you for help... I'm sure the last thing you want to do after finding yourself naked on a public beach is carry a stranger on a stretcher through the park..." Jane says, looking over at me.

"I... Well... I can't just leave you here, otherwise I'd never forgive myself... Time is important when dealing with potentially broken bones..." I respond, flushing red. I can't believe I'm in this situation, walking stark naked down the forested path and into the island's main public park. I'm hoping not too many people are walking around or out to enjoy the sunset, and that by some miracle I can find a way to get to the truck unseen... I haven't even began to think about what I will do after helping Wanda get to the truck.