Strip naked right then and there

Fuck it. The way I see it, I might as well just strip off right now. If it's a real challenge, there's not way in hell I'll let Ashley have the satisfaction of seeing me be the first one to puss out of a challenge, no matter how stupid and embarrassing it is. I'm no pussy. And even if it's just a joke, it'll show her that I'm ready to do whatever it takes to win. Sure, I'd end up showing everyone my naked body for the first time since puberty, but at this point my pride is stronger than my shame.

I took a deep breath and tried my best to look defiant as I grabbed at the hems of my tank top and took the garment off for real this time. I stopped for a moment, my heart beating seemingly twice as fast from the rush of what I'm doing. I then pulled down my shorts in one swift motion, but my panties came down with them! I wasn't prepared to show puss so quickly, but I couldn't stop now. Besides, I was planning on going all the way with this, so it would have happened in a few seconds anyway. I was now standing in front of my stunned family wearing just a sports bra. I quickly corrected that, taking off my last form of coverage above the knees and left myself standing completely naked in front of my family. Holy shit, I actually did it. But was I really about to spend the entire weekend like this?

Shit, I guess so. To be honest, I wasn't even thinking about the logistics of spending the family camping trip in my birthday suit. Or how I'd be butt naked in public for the next two days, just chilling with my family in nothing but a pair of sneakers, at most.

Trying to keep a confident appearance, I put my hands on my hips, putting my boobies and shaved puss on full display to my parents and sister.

"There, happy?" I asked defiantly. Everyone looked stunned. I guess they weren't expecting that at all. Ashley's shocked face then morphed into a sly smile. I still don't know if the challenge was real or not, but at this point it didn't matter, because I was doing it anyway. And Ashley knew that she was about to have a hell of a lot of fun having a naked sister for the whole weekend.

After what felt like hours standing there, finally my father spoke up.

"Well, now that... that's out of the way, let's get going!" he announced, trying to keep the same level of energy as before but clearly still baffled by what just happened. I remembered I left my bags up in my room and excused myself to go get them. I ran up the stairs, trying not to think about my bare tits and ass jiggling in full view of the fam. Or about how I just agreed to go camping stark naked, all because of a stupid dare.

I got to my room and grabbed my backpack and duffle bag and was about to head downstairs when I realized that if I had to stay naked all weekend, I wouldn't need my duffle bag at all since it just contained my outfits for the weekend. Then again, could I really just do that? Going naked was one thing; leaving all of my clothes hundreds of miles behind was another. What if something happened and we got lost or something, or we had to make a detour somewhere? If I didn't bring the duffle bag then I'd be fucked and just have to go naked wherever we end up, not just the camping site.