My dad had always wanted a son and he wound up with me. Mom couldn't have any more children after me, so he had to settle on a daughter. Dad always pushed sports and "manly" things on me and there was a constant feeling of competition embedded in me and I always strove to out-compete all the boys as I grew up.
They named me Andrea, but dad called me Andy and it stuck, Mom tried to make me feminine, but finally succumbed to dad's wishes and other than wearing panties, she had no other influence. Dad's study was full of the sport's trophies I had won and he and I were close. I never really thought of myself as being female, even as I began my periods and my breasts began to develop, although they remained fairly small.
My cousin Jim always tried to best me, but he just couldn't quite do it. We became inseparable as we became best friends, we would go fishing together all summer long. In the summer of our senior year, we decided to head up to the lake for the weekend to camp and fish and our parents were all for it, as they never saw us as any more than two "boys" having some fun.
Jim loaded the camping gear and we set off, getting to the lake about sundown. I set up the tent, and Jim unloaded the truck and then we both sat the boat in the water and tied it to the small tree at the water's edge. We lit a campfire and cooked some hamburger we had brought with us and had a nice dinner. We went to bed as the fire died and lay there talking about how much we had accomplished over the years.
He was jealous of my many sports trophies and I was jealous of his academic accomplishments and the fact that he could do sports and school equally as well, I was a little average when it came to the school work. We drifted off to sleep and woke to a beautiful sunshiny day and we made some breakfast and got ready for the fish, "Lookout fish, here we come," Jim said as we climbed into the boat.
We rowed out and fished a couple of spots and didn't have much luck and Jim headed to the cove, his lucky spot. We teased back and forth over who would catch the most fish and splashed water on each other. Jim caught an 8 pound bass and held it up to me, "Too bad Andy, looks like you got some fishing to do to beat that," I looked at it, "It will look like a guppy when I catch mine," and grinned at him.
He put it on the stringer and back into the water and recast his line. Soon, I got a bite and hooked it and began reeling it in. The fish broke the surface as it neared the boat and it was huge! I yelled at Jim to get the net and stood up to pull my fish in. He pushed me over and said, "Just grab him with your hands!" and laughed so loud.
I stared at him from the water, "You prick, I lost him. You did that on purpose!" "Can't win them all Andy," he shot back, "C'mon, I'll help you back in," and reached his hand out to me. I reached up and grabbed his hand and pulled him in too, and laughed as he broke the surface. He came up and we both laughed our asses off and then he climbed into the boat and he reached out to pull me in the boat.
"Come on back in Jim, it's great!" I shot at him and as I neared the boat with my back to him, he reached under my arms and grabbed me around the chest and lifted me into the boat. As he lifted, his hands rested on my tits and my nipples were hard from the cold water and the T-shirt offered little resistance. When he had me back in the boat, she just sat there with his hands on my tits for a couple of seconds and then turned me loose and sat back. "I'm sorry Andy," he said, "I shouldn't have done that."
I looked at him, "It's ok Jim, don't worry about it," and he seemed to stare at my nipples sticking out as the T-shirt clung to my tits. I got my extra rod and baited it and cast it out and every time I looked, I could see he was staring at my nipples and when I caught him, he would quickly look away. The conversation was light as we fished, and he caught two more fish and I only caught one small one.
We headed back to the campsite after several hours and got fresh clothes and headed to the showers. It was an old campground and the showers had been built many years ago and the walls were not too thick. I stood there with the water running over me and I heard his shower running as well. I washed my hair and began soaping myself and as my hands ran over my tits, my nipples got hard again and I thought about Jim's hands on them and how it had felt nice.
I never really thought about guys, I guess because I had always considered myself one. I closed my eyes as my hands rubbed my tits and I could see Jim's face and all his staring at them in the boat and I had a strange sensation in my crotch as it began to tingle and it was really very pleasant. One of my hands drifted to my crotch and began to slowly rub across my opening, and I felt really warm all over and I let a finger dip just inside and it was like a fire consumed me as I fell back against the shower wall.