Chapter #6Unicorn socks are just the beginning by: Georgie   Not wishing Millie to burst into tears, which she is frequently inclined to do, you select a pair – the ones with the least amount of pink on them - and pull them on, rapidly followed by her pink, um, fuchsia and rouge shoes. Meanwhile she pulls on your shoes and heads out to the washroom.
An hour later you’ve had breakfast and dismantled and packed away the tent, packed up your kit bags, and you’re both ready to leave. To be honest you’re reasonably relaxed wearing Millie’s shoes and socks. Under your long pants the socks can’t been seen anyway, and the shoes are actually pretty comfortable. You can just ignore the color. Millie is wearing a multicolor top over a sports bra, and what you’d call girl shorts - quite short and fairly tight fitting - plus your walking shoes and hiking socks. You both have your sun hats.
You leave the camp site and set off for the day. It’s dry and already quite warm, although not much after 7 o'clock. You reckon it’s set to be a hot day. Your route will be to follow the river upstream for around fifteen miles where there is another camp site.
By mid-morning you’ve only managed about a quarter of the distance to the next site, according to your map, and both of you are getting quite hot and bothered. It might be fifteen miles on the map, but the reality is somewhat different as the path is uneven and very windy, crossing the river multiple times over and back, making progress a lot slower than you’d hoped.
You’re wishing you’d seen sense when you’d originally packed your rucksack and put some shorts in. The forecast before you set off didn’t mention anything about being quite so hot, and now you’re sweltering. Millie meanwhile is grumbling at the heat, and that her legs are tired, and she’s thirsty, and, well, seemingly anything and everything. You see a grassy bank beside the footpath, and decide a short rest wouldn’t harm. You drop down your rucksack and flump down on the grass bank to rest for a few minutes. Millie does likewise on the opposite side of the path. After a few minutes you pull your bag closer, and pull out your water bottle for a drink. Then you notice something moving. Oh crap. Ants, crawling all over your bag. Then Millie suddenly stands up shouting at you.
“Red ants. You’re sitting on them. Get up, quick.”
It doesn’t take you more than a couple of seconds before you’re up on your feet, checking where the little blighters have got too. Bugger. You can feel them crawling up your legs inside your pants. You look at the grass bank where you were sitting. It had seemed quite innocuous when you’d sat down, but now you can see it’s crawling with ants. You try smacking your legs and shaking you pant legs, but once you get the first bite you’re reluctant to annoy them further. You glance around you. There’s nobody in sight. Well, one sure way to get rid of them. You step away from the bank, reach down and pull off Millie’s pink walking shoes, and carefully pull down your pants revealing your blue and white striped boxer shorts. You step out of the pants and brush down your legs to try to remove any ants that may be hanging on.
“Blast it.” you say. “That’s the last thing I needed.” You try shaking out your pants in the hope any ants will drop out, although realizing they probably won’t.
“Well, you can’t wear them now.” Millie says. They’re probably full of them. You’ll have to let them crawl out on their own.”
Well, you know she’s right, although it’s anyone’s guess how long before they decide there’s nothing of interest in your pants and hopefully vacate them. You could hang them up, but then the ants would have nowhere to go. If you put them on the ground then knowing your luck even more will decide to crawl inside.
“Doesn’t bother me,” Millie interrupts your contemplations, “but were you intending to stay in just your boxers shorts, or put something else on instead?”
“Ah, yes. I mean no. Bugger.”
“Um, bugger what?”
“Bugger, I didn’t bring any shorts with me. I’ve only got another pair of long pants – a thicker pair in case it got cooler. It wasn’t supposed to get this hot, and I’ve been sweltering today with the thin pair on. Guess I’ll just have to wait until the ants clear off.”
“You could borrow a pair of my shorts.” Millie says.
“Yes, but they’re probably pink.”
“That’s not fair. They’re not all pink. It’s up to you really. Personally I’d rather not stay here too long - there’s next to no shade here, and we’re clearly in ant territory. We can carry on with you just in your boxers, or you could borrow a pair of shorts. Your call.”
Well, she’s right of course. You could carry on in just your boxers, but supposing you do bump into anyone. Well, anyone you know. You’d be mortified if they saw you hiking in your boxers. Looks like you might have a choice of only one option.
“OK, just supposing I was to borrow a pair of shorts from you, what have you brought with you?” you ask.
Millie opens the top of her rucksack and pulls out a few things before reaching her clothes. Then she pulls out a couple of pairs of shorts, and also some of her panties. She holds up the shorts for you to see.
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“Okay, so you’re right - they aren’t all pink.” Just predominantly pink, you think.. “Alright, I’ll have the first pair.”
“Ahem. Excuse me?” Millie retorts. “Forgotten our manners?”
“Eh? Oh, sorry… Could I please borrow the black and pink shorts from you?”
“And…?”
“Um, and what?” you ask quizzically.
“…and the panties to go with them.” Millie replies.
You have the distinct feeling you must have missed part of the conversation.
“Why do I want to borrow your panties?”
“To go under the shorts of course. If you look at your boxers, they’re longer than my shorts, so they’ll stick out and look daft.”
Not much more daft than wearing Millie’s shorts, you think to yourself. It's fairly clear that Millie isn't going to let you have the shorts until you agree to take the panties as well.
“Okay... Could I please borrow the black and pink shorts, and a pair of your panties to wear with them?”
“But of course Tony. All you had to do was ask...” and she holds the shorts and panties out for you to take. All you have to do now is put them on. Or rather, take off your boxer shorts first, and then put them on. You hesitate for a moment.
“I'll turn around if you like...” Millie says, “although it's not like I haven't seen your bits before.”
“It's not that,” you reply, trying to find a different reason... “I was just wondering whether to change standing up, or sit down.”
“What? And get grass stains on everything? Knowing your luck you'll pick up some more ants whilst you're at it.”
“Alright. I'll change standing up then.” You perch the shorts and panties on top of your rucksack in front of you, look around to make sure there's nobody in sight, pull off your boxers, and as quickly as you can you pull on the panties, and then the shorts. Grief, they’re a bit snug compared to your stuff, but you know you can't back out now. You try to juggle everything into a comfortable position, then put the shoes back on.
You can see Millie is smiling to herself.
“What's amusing you?”
“Well, I was just thinking. You’re now wearing my clothes from the waist down, so does that make you my half sister instead of being my brother?”
“That isn't even slightly funny,” you reply, although as you think about it, you can sort of see that it is. You can’t help but smile slightly. Apart from being a little snug around your boy bits, you’re sort of surprised the shorts actually fit you. Millie has obviously grown a bit faster than you over the past year or so, so you’re both now around the same body size.
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