The Dock

The small party set up camp by the small dock. The boys seemed to have their hearts set on getting ridiculously drunk and going out in the canoe. Emma, taking a swig from the vodka, had to stop herself from telling the boys how unsafe that probably was. She didn't want to come across as the mom of the party.

As everyone had their drinks and joked around, Jenny opened the boat shed. She dragged out a trash bin for the empties, and tossed an inflatable air raft at Emma.

Emma caught the thing awkwardly and said, "I'm not quite drunk enough for a nap yet, Jen. What the hell is this for?"

Jenny pointed to the lake with her beer. "The lake, duh. Your smarts are slippin', college girl."

Emma followed her cousin's gesture to look out over the moonlit lake. She briefly worried about how easily it seemed Jenny was getting drunk, then shook it off. Jenny had told her not to worry earlier, that Aunt Maude would be cutting them some slack and trusted Emma. If Jenny got a bit drunk, Emma was sure it wouldn't be a big deal.

For now she had other worries. Turning back to Jenny to ask if they should go get swim suits, and ask what the boys would wear, she found herself staring at her cousin's exposed breasts.

"Jenny?" Emma asked, not buzzed enough to think skinny dipping was the best idea.

"Come on, you're on vacation, sort of." Jenny said, catching her words at the last moment and seeming to remember what lead to Emma's visit in the first place.

While Emma tried to decide her course of action, her now nude cousin went jogging passed, splashing into the lake. The boys hollered and cheered as Jenny's bare ass was shown off in the moonlight.

"You should join us," Emma heard, turning to see a now naked Craig standing there. His penis was semi flaccid, and uncut, Emma noticed. And was rather impressive.

The young man slapped her on the ass then grabbed two beers, wading in after Jenny with a drink in each hand.

"Nah, forget them. Stay here Emma." "Yeah, stay with us." The other two boys pleaded.

Emma looked at Nick and Ian, catching Ian as he winked and held up a finely rolled joint.