Camp Cousin

Author's note:

This is an entry to the April Fools' 2025 contest.

"Kate! Answer your phone. Something weird is happening, I feel..."

The bedraggled auburn-haired girl stumbled through the undergrowth into a small clearing. At the centre of the space was a ring of stones encircling the dull embers of a campfire. Set some yards back was a tent. It glowed with a soft, orange light from within.

"Kate?"

She pulled her torn blouse over her ample breasts and shivered despite the warm summer night.

"Kate? Jack? It's me, Molly. Are you there?"

The clearing was eerily quiet. A twig snapped loudly behind her. She froze and listened. She could hear her sister, just about. She sounded like she was in pain.

"I'm scared, Kate. I want to go home."

Her sister's whimpering grew louder as she approached the tent. Her fingers fumbled on the fly-zip.

"Kate, I'm coming in."

The tent flap fell open. Molly's hand covered her mouth.

Her sister was on the airbed. The pleated skirt and fluffy fleece she'd worn to the campsite only hours before were in a heap beside it. One of her hands was inside her plain white panties. Her other hand was groping her naked breasts. They were smaller than Molly's, perfectly shaped teardrops that jiggled in time with her movements.

"Kate!"

Kate's back arched off the airbed, her legs writhed, a silent scream hung on her lips, and a flood of liquid saturated her panties before gushing through them to puddle beneath her butt.

"I'm...I'm gonna take you home. O...okay, sis?"

"I want him...I want him to watch..."

"You're not yourself. You don't know what you want."

Molly pulled her hand out of her panties and tried not to think about the wetness on her fingers.

"Put some clothes on. Come on."

"He's coming..."

"Kate, we need to leave..."

Kate kissed her. Not like a sister. Like a lover. Her tongue slipped inside Molly's mouth. It was passionate and needy, and it caught Kate by surprise. She let her sister pull her down onto the airbed and roll on top of her, succumbing, for a moment, to the terrifying urges inside her.

Then Molly pushed her sister away.

"What the heck!?"

Kate sat up, straddling her sister's waist, her eyes lidded and unfocused.

"I want him to see...to see..."

"To see what, Kate? What's got into you?"

A figure stepped out of the darkness, filling the open tent flap and blocking Molly's only escape route.

"I want him to see...what a bad girl I can be..."

--

Four Hours Earlier

"I guess it's true what they say. The proof of the pudding

is

in the eating..."

Molly's twin sister, Kate, glared at her through tear-streaked eyes.

"What does that even mean?"

"It means..."

Molly hesitated. Kate could be fiery at the best of times and, at that moment, they were alone in the wilderness, miles from anywhere. It certainly wasn't the best of times.

"...forget I said anything."

"No, continue, please. I would love nothing

more

than to hear how Steve wasn't right for me and how you knew he was trouble from the word go. Just admit it, you always hated him."

"I didn't

hate

him..."

"But?"

"...but he always let you down...and, like I said, the proof of the pudding is in the eating."

Kate crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. "In other words, I told you so."

The tranquillity of the woods was suddenly broken by the roar of a V8 engine. Molly jumped as a 4x4 with a dented fender bounced into the clearing. It skidded to a halt beside the sisters. Jack, their big, muscular cousin with messy blond hair, leant out the window and beamed at them with a carefree smile.

"Cousins! What's up?"

He belatedly noticed the tension between the sisters.

"Uh oh. Did someone already eat the Graham crackers? Who was it? Fess up."

"Molly's just being a busy little know-it-all, as usual," Kate said, dropping onto a tree stump beside the fire pit and folding her arm.

"Am not," Molly protested. "Kate has the hump because her no-good boyfriend isn't coming."

"There you go again! 'No-good!' At least I

have

a boyfriend."

Molly's cheeks flushed. It was true, she'd been a late bloomer and boys hadn't paid much attention to her during high school, which was fine by Molly. She had choir and band practice and model UN and...and...and she didn't have time for boys.

Besides, she'd never really felt comfortable with her body. When finally it did catch up, Molly usually wore baggy sweaters to cover the DD's that caused her such embarrassment.

"Girls, take it easy. You know the golden rule of Camp Cousin..."

"...no family feuds." The girls said in chorus, with a heavy dose of irony.

Jack climbed out of his 4x4 and ruffled Molly's auburn hair before pulling her into a big hug. With her breasts squished to his chest, he noticed, not for the first time, how much his little cousin had grown. He felt a stirring in his pants and quickly released her.

"So what happened with Simon?" He asked, sitting on the tree stump and putting an arm around Kate. She was so different to her sister: the lithe blond was more athletic and toned, yes. But in character too. So much more confident and, at times, a bit of a brat.

"It's Steve."

"Right, Steve. What's the story."

"Something came up at work."

Molly scoffed loudly. "How urgent can flipping burgers be?"

"He's a Quality Control Supervisor,

actually.

"

"Uhuh."

Jack squeezed Kate against his chest to prevent her lunging at her sister. "I'm sorry, cuz. But we'll still have a fun time, right? It's Camp Cousin, after all. What's the worst that could happen?"

--

Dappled evening sunshine lit their campsite in a golden glow that cut through the campfire smoke in low beams. It was so idyllic that Kate had almost forgotten how annoying her sister could be. The chilled beers from Jack's coolbox helped, as did the scrumptious meal he had rustled up over the fire.

"This is delicious, Jack. What's in here?"

"It's a family secret, cuz."

Molly thumped her cousin playfully on the arm. "I

am

family."

"Right," Jack chuckled, "it's nothing special. Just beef, tomatoes, cumin, paprika, diced onion. Y'know, usual chilli stuff."

"Well it tastes incredible," Molly asked, "Can I have more?"

"If there's any left! It looks like Kate

really

loves the family recipe."

Kate wiped up the remnants of her second bowl with a crust of bread. "It's...mmmfp...the best...mmmpff...chilli ever! Come on, there

must

be a secret."

Jack scratched his head. Come to think of it, the recipe did taste slightly different to how he remembered it. Then it hit him. "Oh! I used some of those mushrooms in your bag. I hope you don't mind."

Kate suddenly went as white as a sheet. "What...what mushrooms?"

"The little smoky fellas. Figured they'd add some pazzam and I guess they did, huh?"

"Jack...how much did you put in here?"

"Oh, I dunno, a handful? Were they expensive?"

"Tell me you're joking? This is a prank, right? Did Steve put you up to this?"

Kate's eyes darted between Molly and Jack suspiciously.

"Who's Steve?" Jack asked.

"My boyfriend, asshole!" Kate jumped up from the fireside and started rummaging through the crate containing her belongings. "Fuck shit fuck!"

"Kate, speak to us. What's the matter?"

Kate held a half-empty bag of dried mushrooms up to her face. "Oh sweet Jesus."

"What is it, Kate?" Molly asked, beginning to feel afraid at the intensity of her sister's reaction.

"These aren't mushrooms. They're mu-

shrooms

. Y'know, the wacky ones. I got them to take with Steve because...because..."

"Because what?" Jack asked.

"It doesn't matter," Kate said, ripping the half-eaten bowls of chilli from Jack and Molly's hands, "what matters is you need to stop eating it, like, ten minutes ago."

"I've never...I've never taken drugs before," Molly stammered, "am I going to die?"

"No one is going to die," Jack said, "right, Kate?"

Kate looked anxiously at her cousin. "R...right...They're not like most shrooms."

"What do you mean?"

"They're...it doesn't matter."

Molly felt a wave of nausea. Her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest. Her palms were clammy. "It fucking matters, Kate. I'm freaking out here. I feel weird!"

"Oh calm down!" Kate said angrily, "There's no way they could have kicked in yet."

"What a relief," Molly said sarcastically, "my psychological meltdown hasn't even

started

yet."

"They're not psychological, alright! They're sexual!"

A deathly silence fell over the clearing. All that could be heard was the gentle crackle of the fire.

"Did you say...sexual?" Molly asked quietly.

"I got them online. They were supposed to be for me and Steve. An aphrodisiac. That's why I was looking forward to this weekend so much. Rekindle the fire, y'know."

Tears welled in Kate's eyes as she tossed the bag of shrooms onto the fire.

"It was stupid. They're probably bogus, anyway. Right, Jack? Jack?"

Kate turned to her cousin for confirmation. Jack was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, staring resolutely at the patch of earth between his feet.

"Jack?" Molly asked, sensing something was wrong.

"Cuz," Kate repeated, reaching over to shake Jack's shoulder but freezing halfway towards him. "Oh my god."

"What is it?" Molly fretted, "What's happened to Jack?"

"He's...he's..."

Jack stood up and his cousins gasped.

"...he's fucking hung."

--

The thing creating the tent in Jack's loose-fitting shorts was throbbing painfully. He'd never experienced anything like it. One minute he'd been totally normal and the next he was in severe discomfort as the most powerful erection of his life struggled against the confines of his clothing.

Despite sporting a blatant erection in front of his cousins, Jack felt oddly carefree, sort of lightheaded but in a good way. Giggly. Almost elated.

It seemed to Jack like the most natural thing in the world that his cousins - cousins he'd crushed on since he was a boy - should see his swollen cock. His fingers were fumbling at the drawstring of his shorts before the girls snapped out of their daze.

"Jack! What are you doing?" Molly gasped.

"It's uncomfortable," Jack hesitated, "do you mind?"

"Of course we mind! Don't we, Kate?"

Kate stared at the colossal outline in her cousin's shorts with a strange intensity. Her tongue traced her lips sensuously.

"Kate?" Her sister repeated.

"If he's really in pain...maybe he

should

let it out. Who knows what damage those shrooms could do otherwise."

"Gee, thanks for being so understanding," Jack said, before dropping his shorts in one swift motion.

His monstrous cock sprung free and ricocheted upwards to slap meatily off his shirt. Jack hefted it with one hand, observing with detachment that it looked much, much bigger than he remembered. Curious, he tried, and failed, to close his fingers around it. He brought his other hand to the girthy spear of flesh and found that, even together, they barely covered half of his shaft.

"What are you doing?" Molly screeched. "Don't stroke it!"

Jack hadn't even realised that his hands had been journeying up and down his mysteriously enlarged schlong. A slight frown creased his forehead.

"Sorry, cuz. I...I...don't know what came over me. It really hurts. And...and I've always thought you two were so beautiful. Y'know, I've always kinda had a crush on you both."

"Jack, stop!" Molly gasped. "You don't know what you're saying. It's the shrooms talking."

"Keep going."

Molly hardly recognised the sultry voice that came from her sister's mouth. Kate was staring openly at their cousin's huge dick while she squirmed incessantly on her tree stump, grinding her thighs together as she desperately sought friction against her suddenly throbbing clit.

"Ever since we went skinny dipping in the waterfall that one year, that's when it all changed. That's when I stopped thinking of you as cousins and...and...and..."

"Go on," Kate nodded encouragingly, as she pulled the zip of her fleece to her navel. It fell open, exposing the curve of her modest cleavage beneath.

The vast slab of cock spasmed and a trail of clear, viscous fluid spilt from the tip, dangling halfway to the ground as it gleamed in the firelight, swaying precariously as Jack took a step toward his cousin.

"...and started thinking of you as women. The kind of women I could fall in love with. The kind of women I could fuck."

A wave of embarrassment washed over Jack momentarily. Then the hot lust returned, unabated, fuelled by the sight of his cousin shrugging off her fleece to reveal the most perfect little titties he'd ever seen. Kate's nipples were taut, painfully so, begging to be suckled and bitten. He took another step towards her.

Molly stumbled backwards away from the ring of firelight, away from her lust-mad cousin and sister.

"This isn't funny, guys. You've had your joke, okay. Now...now...stop it!"

Unable to tear her eyes away from the shocking scene, Molly gawped as her sister spread her legs wide, forcing her short pleated skirt up her thighs and revealing the soaked gusset of her panties. The material was drenched, almost see-through, and clung to her swollen pussy obscenely.

Jack must have seen it too because his canon spasmed again and a small jet of the viscous fluid spurted from the bulbous tip. Time seemed to slow to all three of them as the spurt crossed the short distance between Jack and Kate before landing with a wet splat against her lips.

Kate's tongue darted out and captured the sticky substance. Something broke inside her. All resistance melted away. The fire between her thighs flared up, consuming her body in a blaze of desire that burned away her inhibitions.

The last thing Molly saw across the fire before she turned and fled into the darkness, was her sister standing, craning up on her tiptoes, wrapping her hand around Jack's head, and pulling him into a kiss.

--

Molly raced through the woods heedless of where she was going. She knew only that she had to get away from the campsite. Branches tore at her clothing, ripping open her blouse and tangling her hair.

She ran until she could run no more and sank against the base of a redwood, desperately listening for signs of pursuit.

But there was nothing to be heard apart from her panting and the occasional cries of some far-off nocturnal beast.

Molly shivered and pulled her shredded blouse across her chest. She focused on controlling her breathing; deep, measured inhalations that slowed her racing heart.

"Do what you do best, Molly," she chastised herself, "think."

Camp Cousin had a long history of practical jokes. There was the time Kate had replaced Jack's hair wax with honey and he'd been chased through the woods by bees. And the year Jack had encouraged Molly and Kate to skinny dip by the waterfall only to run away with all their clothes. Could this be another elaborate prank?

Molly hadn't

seen

her cousin put the mushrooms in their food and, now she thought of it, she didn't feel any different.

What of the gargantuan cock springing free from Jack's pants...Surely shrooms couldn't really make a penis swell that much? Maybe Jack had been wearing some kind of prosthetic.

But how to explain her sister's actions? That was easy.

Revenge.

Revenge for being unsympathetic about Steve. Revenge for being their parent's favourite child, the goody two shoes. Revenge for inheriting their mother's curvy figure and not having the good grace to exploit it.

Would Kate go to such lengths to stitch up her little sister?

The proof was in the pudding.

--

Molly listened to the dial tone ring out for the umpteenth time and ended the call in frustration. She was lost and neither Jack nor Kate were answering their phones.

"Guys!" Molly called out into the darkness, "You've had your laugh, okay. It was real funny. Now pack it in and help me out. Guys?"

There was no response. Only the distant rumble of the waterfall and...and the scent of woodsmoke on the air. The campfire!

Molly's elation was only fleeting. The sound of the waterfall had brought back memories from the day she'd swum naked there with her sister and cousin. Jack's pert, rock-hard butt as he dove into the water. The icy water dripping from her sister's erect nipples.

She shook her head and tried to ignore the strange tingling between her thighs that pressed ever more insistently for her attention.

"It's just a placebo," she tried to convince herself, "you're fine."

Molly dialled Kate's number again and followed her nose towards where she thought the scent was coming from. The call rang through to voicemail again.

""Kate! Answer your phone. Something weird is happening, I feel..."

The bedraggled girl stumbled through the undergrowth into the clearing where they'd set up their camp.

"Kate? Jack? It's me, Molly. Are you there?"

A twig snapped loudly behind her. She froze but all was quiet. Silent, almost, apart from a soft whimpering that she recognised immediately. It was her sister. She sounded in pain.

--

Jack lifted his foot off the broken twig slowly. The silhouette creeping toward their tent had frozen when she'd heard the dry crack but had resumed her cautious progress.

It had taken all of his willpower to tear his lips from Kate's. He might not have if it hadn't been for poor Molly's sobs as she fled the clearing. He'd always felt especially protective over Molly. She was naive and lacked the tough skin that her sister wore with pride.

So when he'd heard her weeping it broke through the veil of lust and resonated deeply inside him, giving him the clarity of thought to escape into the wood before he made a mistake that would ruin his relationship with his cousins forever. If he hadn't already.

But the fire burning in him was too strong to ignore. His cock demanded attention, provoked by a scent that lured him back to the clearing, a scent that his rational mind denied but he recognised all the same; the scent of hot, wet, pussy.

The scent impelled him onwards, past the smouldering campfire, all the way to the opening of the tent. He could hear Molly's voice, breathless and scared.

"...to see what, Kate? What's got into you?"

He hesitated there, a hulking figure, naked from the waist down and sporting an erection that seemed only to have grown in the time since Molly had fled the camp. Before him, Kate was straddling her sister, grinding against her sister's exposed stomach as Molly tried fruitlessly to wriggle free.

"I want him to see...what a bad girl I can be..."

--

Molly froze as their cousin ducked beneath the tent opening. He stood beside Kate, his massive schlong swaying between them, as he leered at Molly's exposed bra. She felt Kate shudder on top of her and more of her sister's wetness smear against her stomach. Kate took Jack's cock in her tiny hand and guided it towards her mouth.

"Kaaate..." Jack moaned as she somehow squeezed his bulging tip into her mouth.

"No...you have to stop," Molly begged, struggling once more against her sister's weight, "this isn't right..."

Even as she said this, another part of Molly wondered if

she

could fit that tremendous cock in her mouth, her virgin pussy, or even...even her untouched ass. Molly tried to shake off the thought but her body demanded her cousin's cock. A terrifying and powerful part of her wanted to offer her body to him, anywhere and any way he wanted.