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[drewanderson]

Drew put up no resistance as his brother pulled him down, continuing to laugh and smoothly rolling onto his side so as to continue facing Arthur. He tugged down his own toga as it rode up despite having shorts on underneath; he still wasn't accustomed to the lack of inhibitions here at camp, despite having just seen his own brother in flagrante. Drew's smile faltered a little from the intimacy of their position, their faces only inches apart, Artie's thumb gentle caressing his arm so softly that it caused goosebumps to rise on his skin.

After a period of silence, Drew was suddenly brought to his sense by Arthur's question, blinking hard and clearing his throat, feeling a slight burn on his cheeks where a pinkish hue had begun to form. "What now..." he mused, "we can go find your 'friend' and I'll leave and let you two finish off?" Drew offered with another laugh, nodding down to Arthur's now soft crotch. Seeing the sizable bulge disappear caused his smile to falter a little, but Drew didn't let the disappointment exhibit itself beyond that. Not when the next question had him rolling his eyes. "Well...just Hayden, so far. And that was kinda before camp anyway. Parker seems like an inevitability, but I've heard he's...um...that he doesn't go easy, let's say."

Arthur felt a shiver go through him as Drew leaned in and reached for his ear. However, he kept his composure and didn't let it show, squinting his eyes as he watched his younger brother. "Alright, dickhead, that's enough." Arthur rolled his eyes, a smile growing on his lips, as he grabbed his brother's arm and pulled him with him to come and sit back down on the mess of cushions he'd previously been 'relaxing' on. Arthur chuckled, looking at his brother for a little longer, his hand staying on his arm a little longer, thumb absentmindedly caressing at his skin, until he finally allowed himself to let go.

"You heard me say it, that's more than enough. Besides, people can just have a look at you and think it themselves." There's a moment of silence, of uncertainty, Arthur is not quite sure what do now, this is new. He doesn't feel like he could or should jump on his brother and finally have a chance to touch him in ways he hadn't been able to before, in ways he'd been wanting to do for so long. The time it took him to think brought his length back to softness, hiding under his toga completely out of view now. "So... What now?" he finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence. "You sampled any cousins yet?" he began smirking, giving him a nudge with his elbow, back to his old ways.

[drewanderson]

If someone wanted to take you on a date around camp, where would be the best place to take you?

Would it be too cliché to say lakeside at sunset? I guess that's why it's a cliché though, cause it's so great? A cute little picnic, something to get tipsy on, something soft to lay on, maybe get a little fire going. Sounds pretty ideal to me.

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Drew knew as much about photography as much as he did about firearms - point and shoot. So while he didn't know whether Min's camera all that impressive, he did pull down his lower lip and nod his head in approval. What Drew did have more knowledge of was his family, even if his knowledge on their more...carnal...affairs was relatively new to even him. "Ohhh yeah," he chuckled, "Reputation is a nice way to put it. Nice to meet you anyway, Min. Oh, shoot, sorry," Drew took back his hand quickly and wiped them against his vest, offering Min-Jae an apologetic smile. "Kinda sweaty from the walk."

Drew continued trudging down the trail as he considered Min-Jae's question, biting softly on his lower lip and clicking his tongue quietly. After some deliberation, he finally elected to go with the short answer, turning his head to offer his companion a smile as he spoke. "Honestly? Just didn't get the invite, dude," he shrugged, having come to terms with it by now. At least Min-Jae's optimism was infectious. "Hey, thanks dude. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to socialise with my clothes on for once. This place is kinda wild, huh?"

Min couldn't help but continue to keep glancing sideways at his handsome new companion, but it was taking all his mental capacity not to openly stare at him and in particular his eyes which he couldn't tell if they were blue or green. "Oh...it's j-just a Canon DSLR..." he trailed off, not wanting to come off as too much of a camera snob, though he very much appreciated someone who asked questions about his hobby rather than questions about sex which most people here always went straight to. "N-nice to meet you Drew, your cousins c-certainly have a reputation around here. I'm Min-Jae, or just Min...or Jae" he replied shaking Drew's hand, noticing the long fingers and firm grip, entranced by each new feature he noticed. "H-How come you only started coming now? It w-would have been nice to know you the last few summers...uh, to help me navigate these woods, I mean" he blushed lightly.

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Given how close Drew and Declan were at college, one would have thought that finding each other at a sex camp wouldn't be too awkward. Even at a camp where incest flourished, they were practically as close as brothers, so that shouldn't have made a difference. And yet there was something unsettling about it. Like being caught masturbating by your parents as a teenager. Like being caught listening to the same band that a friend group had been making fun of. Something guilty pleasure about it that made Drew feel slightly nauseous as he and Deck began coming to terms with the reality that they were in fact both here, and had to accept it.

"Why shouldn't it be about you? You've been into-" Drew paused, unable to say the word out loud, and instead gestured around the general vicinity, "-this longer than me. Jeez, nobody tells me shit. My brother, you...c'mon dude, I thought we told each other everything?" Drew paused to sigh heavily and then pinched the bridge of his nose, face screwed up in frustration. This wasn't Declan's fault. Drew sighed again, shook his head, and plastered a weak smile onto his lips. "Sorry. You're right. It's not about you. Well, it kinda is. What the fuck dude? What's wrong with us?" The reality of the situation was sinking in, and Drew began laughing at how ludicrous it was. It was like something from a sordid sitcom, really.

This was definitely not the highlight of his summer at Camp. This felt... Strange. Different. Maybe wrong. Declan wasn't sure how to define it and he wouldn't try to. Drew's presence at camp had the potential to completely change the way Declan saw the camp.

"Hold on. Hold on. Don't make this about me!" He abruptly interjected, immediately on the defensive as anxiety and embarrassment washed over his face, painting it bright red. "Why are you here? Since when have you been into-" he didn't dare finish his sentence. His eyes refusing to maintain eye contact and his body tensing up. The surprise was a bit overwhelming, though Declan couldn't deny that he felt his heart fill with joy seeing Drew here. He was one of his best friends, after all, and so much more too.

Declan tried to calm himself, deep down he knew Drew was his friend. He would understand. He took a deep breath, turned on his heels so Drew would face his back for a second as he inhaled, then loudly exhaled. "Sorry. Let's- Let's do that again." he faced him back, awkward smile on his face. "So... Y-Yeah. This is... This is the camp I was telling you about, the one I went to with my family. And... Yeah, me and my dads... and my brothers... My family... We, um. Yeah. That."

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The truth was, Drew wasn't really that mad about his exclusion from the family activities anymore. He had the unfair advantage of having had advanced notice to digest and react to the revelation, as well as begin engaging in it himself. His confrontation with his brother, while still very much genuine, was at this point little more than a combination of getting it off his chest and punishing him a little. He was continuing to smirk even as his brother was beginning to look visibly distressed, even laughing when his hair was ruffled. Despite being significantly taller than Artie, he loved to remind him who was older with gestures like that, the asshole.

"Happy? With what? Pfft," Drew retorted while fixing his ruffled hair, then leaned in closed cupping his ear, "Say it loud and proud, Artie. Quit that whisperin' shit and let the people of incest camp know you've got a certified hottie for a brother. C'monnnn," he jibed playfully, gesturing around the crowds of people - relatives - engaged in their own sordid activities. It was unlikely anyone would even notice, and yet Drew couldn't help but provoke his brother further. That's what younger brothers were for, after all. Aside from what younger brothers did at Camp Daylight that is.

Arthur continued tugging down at the hem of his toga, trying to keep himself out of view, while he stood there in front of his younger brother. "Yeah, well. I wasn't going to tell you that. What if you fuckin' freaked out?" there was real concern behind the words Arthur spoke, despite the defensive and combattive tone and attitude. "Doesn't matter how I got invited, it was a long time ago. I don't even remember who it was." he rolled his eyes, this wasn't what was on his mind, or what he was the most concerned with.

He did notice the way Drew's eyes were dropping down, and even if he did want it to be because of attraction and lust, he couldn't help thinking it was something far worse. "Drew..." Arthur's voice dropped, he looked away, then back at him. "I just... Fuck. I didn't know how you'd react, or what you'd think." he was growing frustrated with being unable to explain himself, he wanted to go at lengths and give him a real reason, a real speech that clearly explained why he would rather not tell him rather than risk losing him for fear of him not agreeing or accepting this.

When Drew smiled and started to joke, Arthur felt himself relax. He squinted for a moment, then began to smile as well. He reached and roughly ruffled the boy's hair, "Dumbass." he said, shaking his head, and continued in a whisper, "I think you're hot. And if I had known you'd come, I'd have told you about it. There, you happy?"

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Drew's experience with bottoming wasn't vast, to say the least, but it also wasn't to say he was opposed to it. Far from it, in fact. If anything, Camp Daylight was an opportunity for him to broaden his horizons and try it more, and who better than some absolutely gorgeous hunk of a man he wasted no time in aiding Drew in his exploration? It didn't take long for Drew to catch his eye, and even less time for the other man to gesture towards him, as if by magic casting a spell of allure that had Drew swallowing thickly and making his way over obediently, confidently planting his perky jock behind on the man's lap as if he'd done so a dozen times before.

A shiver shot down his spine as exploratory hands peeled Drew's clothes off with no resistance, another followed when the hands made their way down south. He had never felt so exposed as he did right now, a slightly anxiety being quelled by the sheer arousal of having a sexy man - papi - rubbing his practically virginal hole like this. In public. "Oh God, papi, I want your dick so bad," Drew confessed, surprising even himself. His eyes rolled back from the feather-light touches that were practically making his hole twitch in anticipation.

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First day back at camp and he'd already found a piece of ass: to say Marcelo was in his glory right now was an understatement. He waited all year for these trips, with the prep work before coming here being a week or so without letting himself cum so that the first load was truly orgasmic. Drew had been his first conquest, though not anywhere close to the last, as he invited the guy to sit on his lap at the fire pit. There was no questioning why he wanted Drew there: he made that clear.

Wit hands slowly stripping the guy down, he pried open the younger man's cheeks and started to slowly tease along the other's hole. "Tell papi how bad you want his dick, and if you're good then I'll make sure you're taken good care of." His tone was deep, lulling a bit as he pressed the two fingers around the hole, trying to pry it open without even pushing in, all while his own cock tented up against one cheek.

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There was something about the way his older brother could go from surprise to his usual dismissive badass self that was endearing enough to make Drew drop his annoyed façade and chuckle slightly, mouthing a silent apology to the twink Artie had dismissed. Endearing, and kind of...sexy? It was still something new that the two were exploring, and returning his gaze to Artie, Drew was determined for this to be the moment to finally hash it out.

"Well...uh..." Drew hesitated - that was a very good point. He cleared his throat and furrowed his eyebrows, "I guess so? How does everyone else get the invite? How did you get it? Parker?" It almost didn't have to be asked, really, but the Andersons were numerous as they were randy, something that was very explicitly obvious in Drew's own brother currently. His blue-green hues couldn't help but drift downwards to Artie's sizable crotch, barely concealed by the toga, and instinctively licked his lips. "Is-is there a reason you didn't say that? Why you haven't invited me before?" Drew asked more softly this time. Trying to break the tension a little, he smiled again and joked; "am I too ugly for you or something?"

Arthur knew this would eventually happen. There would come a day Drew would finally be invited and figure it all out. He wasn't particularly stoked about this being so soon. He'd spent a few years not telling him anything, at first because he was too young or because he wouldn't understand any of it. Then later on, because he didn't want to share him, even though they hadn't done anything together, really.

Hearing his voice at the party definitely threw Arthur off his natural rhythm. Sitting up from his all-too-relaxed pose with a sudden fastened heartbeat, as if he'd just been caught by their dad doing something incredibly stupid that would get him in trouble. "Shit, the fuck're you doing here?" he gasped out, surprised to see his brother, and at the same time feeling his cock bury deeper in the boy between his legs from the way he sat up.

He quickly relaxed again, however, Drew was only his brother. He wasn't scared of him, and the atmosphere of the camp mixed with the alcohol he'd been drinking was keeping him calmer than he probably should've been for this.

"I don't know. Some guy who wanted me, who cares." Arthur gave him a smack on the back of the head, making him look up and pull away from his cock. "Fuck off, dude." he told him and pushed him away, grabbing his toga to wipe the spit covering his cock before hiding it behind the fabric, though clearly still hard and tenting underneath it. He stood up, looked at his brother, and felt something rather new deep inside.

"Look, bro." he began, trying to adjust himself to keep his cock out of sight from his younger brother, to no avail given how big he was and how little the toga covered now that his hard cock was pushing the fabric away. "The fuck did you want me to tell you, my baby brother? Hey man, I'm going to incest camp, you wanna come? All our cousins are here!" he frowned, jaw clenching with the rarest of all sights one could ever witness on Arthur's face, he was embarrassed.

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Drew beamed at his new companion, thankful to have found a rare camper who wasn't quite as...outgoing as some of the others, and kept pace with him as they set off down the trail. He pointed sideways to the camera as they walked, nodding his head towards it. "Of course, no problem. Say, what kinda camera is that? Looks pretty fancy," he asked cheerfully despite having little if any knowledge of photography. Drew then came to a sudden halt as the realisation hit him, shortly after literally hitting him as he slapped a palm to his forehead. "Duh, how rude of me. I'm Drew, by the way. Anderson. You've, uh, probably met a few of my cousins by now. They're certainly not first timers." he added with a small laugh. That was certainly an understatement. He jogged lightly to catch up after pausing, then patted his companion on the shoulder with one hand while extending the other out to shake in greeting.

As the new face appeared and began to speak it was as if Min was suddenly in some kind of cheesy romance movie where everything went in slow motion and a particular song played over the dialogue. It was taking all of his mental capacity to stop his jaw from dropping and his eyes from widening too much as the handsome stranger spoke brightly to him and Min felt both his cheeks flush and his heart beat quicken.

Pulling himself together quickly, he swallowed thickly and nodded, "I-it's supposed to be b-beautiful...take...pictures" he stammered shyly, lifting up his camera to try and indicate what he was saying. With the other boy now so close to him he had the addition of his alluring scent to go along with the visuals and it wasn't helping his blushing face. "Yeah...m-must lead somewhere" he agreed, watching the clearly more natural outdoors person get his bearings. "Th-thanks for helping" he added as they set off down the trail, "First time huh?" Min cursed his awkwardness and tried to look anywhere except at his beautiful new companion.

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I heard you might be trying to put a baseball team together and I'd like put my name in the hat, because I'm good a baseball, not just because I wanna see your dumpy in those tight pants...

Oh, well, uhh, sorta kinda? I think it would be fun, but I don't know about me being the one to organise it. I'd definitely be down for a game though, dude, hit me up any time. I didn't bring those kinda pants, but, uh, I'll do my best. Dumpy, you say? Shucks...

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Drew fancied himself something of a seasoned outdoorsman in a lot of ways, but even he needed time to become accustomed with his surroundings before being able to navigate with any real confidence. He was scouting out the trails once again, remarkably uninterrupted by couples in the act or any sordid propositions, earbuds blasting his music when he suddenly noticed someone up ahead. He pulled one earbud out as he approached and smiled, ready to engage in conversation.

"Sorry, dude," Drew said with a sigh, "First timer here. I'll help you look though? Sounds pretty neat!" he offered brightly. He had no set destination in mind other than 'end of the trail', so there was no sweat off his back (other than the literal sweat that had built up from hiking in this heat). Drew pulled out his phone to pause his music, popped both earbuds back in their case, then pocket both items before closing the distance between himself and the other man so they were now side-by-side. He raised his hand to his eyes to shield them from the sun, and on his tip toes, narrowed his eyes to begin scanning the area. "I can't see anything just yet. But I reckon this trail ought to lead somewhere useful, right?"

OPEN to anyone Location: Just off the path on a walking trail @daylightstarters

"I don't suppose y-you know the way to the c-creek do you? I got a little lost" Min-Jae called out as he heard footsteps coming up behind him. He had his camera slung over his shoulder and a slightly frustrated look on his face at being lost. "I h-heard it was looking particularly good in the setting sun"

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Any semblance of a suggestive smirk quickly evaporated when a single voice called out in return to him. It was familiar but not familial, as most recognisable voices around Camp were. It instantly made Drew's face take on a look of confusion as he attempted to place the owner, already forgetting what they had said to him. His face contorted as he thought, only for the realisation to hit in tandem with the man emerging from the shrubbery.

"Deck?!" he cried out at exactly the same time as Declan had called his name, as if in a sitcom. His eyes were now wide and his mouth slightly agape. Of all people in all places, his roommate was here. At incest camp?! They were close, but evidently not close enough to share this sordid secret. "I-I, uh, yeah?" Drew confessed gingerly, scratching the back of his neck, "You know this place? This is the summer camp you were talking about? Wait - does that mean...you and your family...as well?" The initial shock was still playing on Drew's mind, but not so much as this revelation. A million questions were racing around in his mind, but despite all of that, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips a seeing his roommate again. A familiar face was never unwelcome, even in a place neither had clearly felt comfortable enough admitting to before.

Declan wasn't yet at a stage in his journey through camp where he was constantly looking for thrilling sexual adventures, sometimes he just wanted to hang out, or enjoy the scenery outside of his cabin. This had been one of those times. Armed with a sketchbook and a pencil, he'd set out to get some nice views of camp that he could draw, to perhaps later paint them and offer as gifts for his family. What he didn't set out to do, however, was get lost after a few hours of walking along one of the trails, then outside of it.

When he made his way back, he was covered in sweat, and a little worse for wear. He did panic for a few minutes, wondering if he should call his dads or anyone to try and find him so he'd be able to find his way back to camp, but he preferred not to worry them. Telling himself he was grown enough to manage and find his way back on his own. He just needed to trace his steps back. And he did, through some bushes that ripped a straight line across his tank top, revealing the lower half of his abs to whoever would next see him.

A voice came through and he gasped, making his way towards it with a blush on his face. "Nope, not doing anything weird! Or anything at all." he said with a wave of the hand holding his sketchbook, pencil stuck behind one ear. "It's just me... I got a bit lost, and—" he began only to then stop himself almost immediately when he realised who he was talking to. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, "Drew?! What are you doing here?" His college roommate was not someone he'd been expecting to see so soon, especially not here. "Wait- Did- Are you staying at Camp Daylight?"

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"It's not a lack of love, dude," Drew attempted to console with a hand on Parker's shoulder, grin ever-present at the light-hearted banter between the two, "it's self-preservation. Can I survive a Parker Anderson dicking?" Drew shrugged and pouted, "probably not. Am I too chicken to try? Also probably not." Drew's smirk returned and his hold on Parker's shoulder tightened with a firm squeeze, before trailing down slightly to size up his cousin's bicep. Licking his lips, his eyes trailed down even further to look at the fabled crotch, which even tucked away looked sizable. Bulgy enough to make Drew gulp before returning his blue-green eyes to Parker's blue.