Mischief first thing in the morning

I wake up feeling less than refreshed, though I’m lucid enough to count my blessings that I didn’t move too much since falling back asleep, and that I’ve still got the blanket draped over me. That’s about all I can be thankful for, though, as the snippets of last nights eavesdropping reconnect in my mind and with a groan, I remember what exactly it was that woke me up.

“Geez, George, bad night's sleep?"

Of course, I'd have been reminded sooner or later anyway. Turning my head away from the window, I see Amy sitting on the other bed, scrolling through some app on her phone. She's already dressed, though given how little fabric was comprising her outfit that probably shouldn't be surprising, with a skimpy black bikini top that did little to actually cover her tits, and I see a pink set of side-tie straps poking out from a small pair of gray short-shorts. Natasha is crouched at the foot of the bed, rolling up an air mattress; she turns back to smirk as Amy needles me, but otherwise she's turned away, which gives me a good look at exactly how much off her ass cheeks are hanging out of the daisy dukes she's wearing, and even from the back, by the thin fabric and lack of straps I can tell the white tank top she has on doesn't have anything else underneath.

“What... time is it?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows and taking a look around. For how little I felt rested, I apparently slept pretty heavily, because aside from my bed and the mattress Nat was packing away, they’d cleaned the room out of any sign it’d been occupied. No wrappers or soda bottles from the food we’d eaten on the trip up, no scattered sheets or pillows, no clothes left on the floor, no—

Hey, wait a minute. Some of those clothes that weren’t on the floor were mine. Not my sandals, not my t-shirt, and most worryingly, not my ratty shorts. I'm thinking about how much it's going to suck to try and get anything else out of my suitcase with the two girls in the room; and then I notice even that's disappeared too!

"It's later than it's supposed to be," Amy says, interrupting my train of thought with the answer to my earlier question, "Because somebody was sleeping in. We couldn't wait any longer to get everything packed up, so you'll be in your PJ's for the second leg of this trip."

"What?! Hang on," I say, turning onto my back, clutching the comforter to my waist, "I can't do that!" Amy furrows her eyebrows, but her smirk tells me she knows exactly what she's doing.

"Oh come on, dude! It won't kill you to wear your sweatpants or whatever until we get to the actual hotel, right?"

"But-- you can't--"

"Listen, George," Nat says, standing up holding the deflated air mattress, "I'm bringing this out to the car, and either you can hop in the shower and come down after us, or we get your sisters to come drag you out of bed." Ugh, damnit, they were starting their little game before I even woke up! I either get to walk my naked ass out of bed myself or have it dragged out to the car. Fine, then, at least I could grab a towel. I shoot a look between the two girls, Amy grinning and Nat smirking, before grabbing the pillows and quickly rolling off the bed and onto my feet, a pillow pressed tightly to the front and back of my lower half. My two spectators giggle as I stumble over the sheets and they catch a glimpse of my bare hip.

"Wow! You were seriously naked all night?" Amy asks, hand to her mouth, as if she didn't already know.

"Too hot in here for you?" Natasha adds, "or were you getting hot being like that with us so close?"

"Laugh it up...." I grumble, sidling around them. I get to the bathroom door, trying to nudge the doorknob down with my elbow, when it opens in from the other side, and I'm face to face with Emma! She has a big, plush towel wrapped around herself, clutching it tight to her chest, so I can't really see much of her figure, but she can see plenty of mine! We each give each other a quick glance up and down, faces rapidly turning red, before she pushes past me with a cry of "S-Sorry!" I drop the pillow I was holding over my ass, and hope the girls didn't get a glimpse as I toss the other behind me as I race through the door and slam it shut. I lock it, and lean back against it with a sigh, looking down at my once more exposed form, my own body betraying me as I see my cock twitching to half mast.

Well, guess I might as well do something about this... I think, as I turn on the shower. The running water is more than loud enough to mask my heavy breathing as I stroke myself off, and I know for a fact the door is locked tight, but I still jump when I hear a knock on the door.

"What?!" I shout, poking my head past the curtain and dripping water onto the floor.

"I left you something on the bed!" Amy says through the door, "don't take too long or I'm coming back to get it!" I don't respond; the shock of being interrupted is making it hard to get back in the mood, so rather than try to rile myself up, I let myself slowly go flaccid while hurrying through the rest of the morning routine, blue balls being a more reasonable route than calling Amy's bluff. It's only once I step out of the shower do I realize the only towel left to me is a hand towel; barely big enough to cover my shaft while it's flaccid, let alone tie it around my waist or anything like that. I groan, drying myself off with it as best I can while brushing my teeth with the other hand, and eventually don't have anything else to do to put off heading back outside. I only open the door a crack, at first, peeking through, not seeing or hearing anything, before I poke my head out. The girls aren't in the room anymore, but where's whatever they left for me...?