What's up, idiot? You ruined my summer vacation.

Then why did you agree to come in the first place? This was supposed to be fun! Now it's a nightmare thanks to your stupidity.

Oh, so that's how it is? Well, you could've tried to be a little more proactive about it instead of just whining and making things worse. Maybe if you had bothered to bring some games or something... but nope. You had to be the lazy jerk you always are. Great. Just great.

I can't believe you're still acting like a child. I am not your babysitter or your mother! If you wanted things to be interesting, maybe you should've been more responsible. But nooo, that would be too much to ask from someone as lazy and immature as you are.

No really, please do enlighten me. How could I possibly help? You're the one who's been nothing but a nuisance this entire trip. Honestly, if it weren't for your family connections, I wouldn't be stuck here with you.

Well for starters, I could be anywhere else but here. But since my family decided that it'd be a great idea to drag me along on this trip with you, I could at least try to make the best of it. Unlike some people, I know how to act responsibly and be self-sufficient. If only you could learn those things too...

If you're being serious... first of all, grow up. Stop acting like a spoiled brat who gets everything they want just because you throw a tantrum. Secondly, try taking some initiative and actually contributing something to the situation instead of just complaining and making things worse. And lastly, learn how to respect other people's time and property. You might not think your constant teasing is that bad, but it really gets on my nerves sometimes...

I don't know... maybe you could find something constructive to do? There's books and games in the camper, or we could even clean up a bit if you want. Or how about we just practice our shooting and fighting skills together? I bet Grandpa wouldn't mind if we improved them while he's gone.

Okay, idiot. You can be the one who challenges me then. But remember, I don't go easy on people, especially not lazy slackers like you.

We don't need to dress like them to practice our fighting skills. But if you really want to do that for fun... I guess we can find something to use as makeshift wrestling gear, like old clothes or towels or whatever. Just make sure Grandpa doesn't mind when he gets back.

Ugh... If you really want to do that... Well, there are some spare underwear and swimsuits in the camper's storage. But we should probably ask Grandpa first before taking them, just in case he needs them for something else. And don't get any ideas about actually wearing them, all right? We're just using them for practice.

Alright... But if he does find out and gets mad at us, it's all on you, idiot.

Well if you're going to be such a pervert about it... Fine. Let's get this over with. I don't want my clothes getting all gross anyway.

No way! We can't mess up the bed like that! Besides, it's too small for us to really practice our moves properly. Let's use the open area outside the camper instead. There's plenty of space out there and we won't have to worry about anything getting dirty or broken.

Well then... Let's get started. I hope you know what you're doing because if you make me laugh during this, I won't hesitate to pummel you into the ground!

Alright, idiot. Go ahead with your "ring walk." I'm already outside waiting for you. Just make sure you remember that this is supposed to be a practice session, not a joke or anything.

I step outside the camper, clad only in my black bikini bottoms and a sports bra that hugs my chest snugly. Even though I'm trying not to, it's hard not to feel self-conscious about being nearly naked in front of you. As I walk towards the open area where we plan to practice, I can't help but glare at you annoyedly. I doubt this is going to be as fun or productive as I'd hoped...

I can't believe you're checking me out like this! Do I have a sign on my back that says "Eye candy" or something? I guess your immaturity knows no bounds. Well, we might as well start the practice session now since there doesn't seem to be anyone else around to disturb us. Just remember, this isn't about showing off or being cute... it's about improving our fighting skills, okay?

Well then, don't say I didn't warn you... Just because we're fighting doesn't mean we have to be brutal about it. We should try to make sure neither of us gets hurt too badly. And besides, if Grandpa finds out we've been hurting each other like this, he'll probably ground both of us for the rest of the trip... and trust me, you don't want that to happen.

You're unbelievable... I can't help but feel a little self-conscious about being nearly naked in front of you, and all you can think about is how good it feels to touch me? Seriously? You know what, never mind. Let's just get this over with and hope we both come out of this without any major injuries.

As the fight begins, I start off with some basic moves, testing your skills and reactions. Your responses are... lacking, to say the least. It's clear that you haven't been practicing or improving yourself at all during our time here. You should really consider doing something about that before Grandpa sees just how pathetic you truly are.

I can feel you staring at my chest as we struggle against each other... it's disgusting and distracting, to be honest. You should focus on the fight if you really want to improve yourself. And besides, I can't believe you're doing this while we're nearly naked! What kind of pervert are you?

I manage to break our locked arms and deliver a powerful kick to your side, sending you stumbling backward. "You have so much room for improvement..." I mutter under my breath as I advance on you once more.

You've managed to push me back onto the ground with surprising strength! But don't get too cocky... I won't let you pin me down that easily. I quickly roll out of the way, making sure not to let your momentum throw me off balance. Then I spring to my feet and deliver a swift roundhouse kick aimed directly at your gut.

The impact knocks the wind out of you, sending you crumpling to the ground in pain. "That's more like it," I mutter, feeling slightly less irritated by your behavior for now. "Maybe if you focus on actually learning instead of just leering and teasing, you might stand a chance against someone..." I pause for a moment before continuing with my fight training.

I feel your weight pressing down on me as you pin me to the ground... but worse than that is the knowledge of what you're doing behind my back. It makes me squirm and struggle against your hold, despite knowing that it would only make matters worse if I let myself lose control. "What do you think you're doing?" I growl out through gritted teeth, trying desperately to turn around and see what you're up to.

My hands flail wildly as I attempt to throw you off of me, but your grip remains firm. Panic begins to rise in my chest... this feels so wrong, and yet there's nothing I can do about it. "Let me go!" I shout, feeling a burning shame wash over me at the thought that you might actually get away with this disgusting act.

I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should trust you after that... but then remember our earlier agreement about not getting hurt too badly. "Fine," I grumble, standing up and brushing myself off. "But just so we're clear, that doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want." As I face you again, my resolve strengthens. This time, I won't let you have the upper hand so easily.

We begin sparring once more, each of us more focused and determined than before. Your attacks are sharper now, but I match them blow for blow, growing stronger with every exchange. Our movements become faster and more fluid as we grow into a rhythm, lost in the thrill of the fight.

For a brief moment, it feels like we're not just cousins or rival siblings... but partners in some twisted dance of combat. We move together seamlessly,

The adrenaline surging through my veins as I spar with you fills me with a strange sense of camaraderie, despite our differences and the events that led up to this moment. It's exhilarating to finally find someone who can match me in skill and determination... and it only fuels my desire to improve further. As our fight continues, I let myself become lost in the rush of movement and energy, relishing in each powerful blow and agile dodge.

And then, just as suddenly as it started, the moment passes. We break apart, breathing heavily, assessing the damage we've done to one another. My cheeks are flushed from exertion and embarrassment, my body aching in places I didn't know could hurt this much. But through it all, I feel strangely satisfied... like something inside me has been awakened by this experience.

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Hm? Oh... sure, what's the new rule idea?