Noah heavily dragged himself up the bank of the river, coughing up bits of water and glaring at Robbie, who by this stage was no help to him. Overtaken by laughter at the older boys rather spectacular dunking, and lay flat on his back with his hand moving up and down on his chest as he chuckled, Robbie took his tear stained glasses off and wiped them on his canvas shirt. All the while making trying-to-stop-laughing noises, but letting out the occasional, unavoidable snort.

Noah tried pitifully to wring his t-shirt out, but in the end decided that the best thing to do would just be to take it off, it was a nice enough day. As the wet shirt clung and pulled on Noah's wet back, Robbie couldn't help but notice how the droplets of water rippled over his tanned muscles, and the way the water had left his hair slightly ruffled and glistening... and how much he liked looking at this.

Once Robbie had clamed down – the redness on his face put down to laughter – and Noah had started to see the funny side, they decided to go back to the farm, lambless.

After picking up Scott on their way and telling him of their disastrous escapades with the lamb, the boys arrived back at the farmhouse.

Scott approached the now relatively clean Dani, though she still had a whiff about her, and made to wrap his arms around her, by means of apology for not being more supportive during the manure incident.

"Eww," Dani cried, angling herself away from him playfully, "you're all sweaty."

"What d'you expect Dan. Its one of the hottest days of the year," he gestured to Noah and Robbie, who were also sweaty, and, Kit noticed, Noah was topless and sweaty. "Anyway," continued Scott, "perspiration is a necessary bodily function."

"Well I know how to fix that," said Kit, a mischievous glint flashing across her eyes... and a hose full of cold water in her hand.

She flicked the valve on the side of the hose and unleashed a torrent of water at the boys, mainly Noah. They all turned their backs to it, and made that breathing–in-sharply face that people sometimes get in such cold-water situations.

"Aaarrgggh, Kit! No!" cried Robbie, "Tash said it'll shrink if I get it wet".

Kit let the water stream drop to the floor as she stared open mouthed at her little brother in disbelief. A snigger was heard, and soon everyone was trying to hold in their own giggles. It took a while for Robbie to cotton on.

"I mean my shirt, not my... Tasha gave it me... the shirt, I mean... you know what I mean," he stuttered as his cheeks began to glow for the second time that hour.

When she had managed to compose herself, Kit sneaked a glance at Noah, who was running his hand through his freshly wet hair, sending droplets of water flying to the ground. Drips glistened across his toned surfer style torso, and Kit couldn't help but stare. Luckily for her, Noah was too busy trying to dry himself again to notice.

His task was impossible without getting changed, he was still soaking wet. He decided to have some fun. He strolled up to a happily dry Kit, eyes twinkling mischievously and a slightly-goofy slightly-roguish grin on his face.

Kit knew he was up to something and eyed him suspiciously. "What?" she questioned, wearily.

"Nothing," he replied innocently, before lunging towards her, obviously not learning from past mistakes. Kit slipped through his grasp and ran giggling and shrieking playfully away from him. "Noooo Lawson... keep your wet little paws off me... nOah!! Haaee!" He turned and followed her, closing a little with every stride.

It didn't take him long to catch her and wrestle her to the ground, holding her squirming laughing form firmly beneath him.

Kit looked up at him, the giggles stopping. 'Well isn't this awkward' she though to herself. But Noah didn't move, he just held her there for a moment and grinned. She looked into his eyes, and could see something there, behind the playful mischievous twinkle, it was something meaningful.

She didn't have time to dwell on this as he released her, and helped her to her feet. Her hand tingling from his touch, and a grin still plastered on his face – exactly what type of grin this was, Kit could no longer tell.

Everyone had been dried, fed, and watered, courtesy of Beth's wonderful cooking, and were trying to decide what to do for the rest of the evening.

"We could build a campfire outside," suggested Kit, hoping to end up cuddling up to Noah.

"Yeah, and we could toast marshmallows too," said Dani happily, eager to relive one of the family camping experiences from her childhood.

As the group made their way outside, having all agreed that this was a good idea, Beth politely excused herself, telling them that she was tired and was going to have an early night. She felt they would have more fun without their mother watching over them.

When the fire was lit and starting to give off a soothing orange glow, logs were arranged and people took their seats for the night.

"WooHoooo. Marshmallow time!" exclaimed Dani, pushing her first one onto a stick, putting it over the flames and passing the bag to Scott, who did the same – minus the 'WooHoooo'.

"Y'know, I once invented a retractable prong specifically for marshmallow toasting, and other such important uses," stated Robbie. "It took away the need to expend valuable energy stretching your arm out towards the fire – to just the touch of a button. It could also read the temperature, and from that, work out the optimum marshmallow toasting conditions, telling you how long to toast for (to one tenth of a second), and the precise distance it should be from the flames."

"Of course," added Kit, eager to shatter her little brothers delusions of grandeur, "it was all fine... until he almost blinded Henry with it. Left a bruise on his temple for like three weeks," she giggled, "unsurprisingly mum took it off him, and it became another for the Robbie-don't-touch pile."

Scott chuckled at the memory and Noah smiled, he loved the way Kit told stories.

After conversation had spanned across many other topics, from school, to Uni, to marmite, to sheep, to films, to bra sizes, and the group had gradually huddled closer and closer together, Robbie had a brainwave.

"Lets do dares," he said, his face lighting up, orange coloured, catching the glow from the fire and making his eyes invisible beneath his glasses.

There were murmurs of approval from most people, bar Dani, who was slightly dubious. However, this doubt was soon pacified by Scott giving her some real farm cider, from the supermarket – after okaying it with his sister first.

"Maybe we should set some rules though," Dani suggested, or rather commanded, "like so no one has to do anything too bad, or embarrassing."

Robbie's face fell, "Then what's the point in playing at all? People are supposed to get embarrassed and do things they wouldn't normally do, that's why they're called dares. It wouldn't be particularly daring just to go 'you must end every sentence with and I like to wear pink leather', though that one might actually be funny. Or 'you must drink a whole pint of water in one go' ooooh daring," he said sarcastically, making 'ooooh' wiggly fingers at her.

Dani pulled a face at him, "but I don't want everyone to laugh at me."

"Okay then," said Noah, rolling his eyes, "Rule: nothing that happens here tonight leaves this group of people."

"Ever," Kit added, looking forward to the fun already.

Dani seemed to accept this. "Right then," Robbie grinned, "its anything goes tonight, but no-one breathes a word about it to anyone other than the five of us." The group nodded, Kit's arm rubbing against Noah's as he moved a little closer to her, making her heart jump slightly.

Robbie set the empty marshmallow bag on the floor and reached for the pen and scraps of paper passed to him by Scott. "This is what happens. Everyone writes the worst or funniest dare they can think of on here, then scrunches it up and pops it in the bag. Each person then takes turns to draw one out and follow the instructions, whether it's their own dare or not. No forfeits, all dares must be done, so make them doable. And all dares are anonymous." He passed the bits of paper round and watched as each person received the pen, and scribbled down their dare, with a smile on their face that Satan himself would be proud of.

Robbie's hand tentatively reached into the crumpled marshmallow packet, and picked out a small piece of paper. The group leaned into him closely, eager to see what his task would be.

"You must were the opposite sex's clothing for the rest of the evening," he read, quite relieved that he had an easy dare. He thought about this for a while, and then realised that it wasn't quite so good.

Kit was in stitches, memories of her two brothers wearing Beth's dresses flooded back, oh how she would love to see it again, the sheer redness that had covered Robbie's face as the whole room full of people laughed at him when one of his breasts had popped out could do with a second viewing.

"What shall we put him in?" Dani asked Kit excitedly.

"Well," offered Robbie, "you'll have to use something of mum's, Kit's not female, her clothes are more manly than mine." Kit punched him hard in the arm, making him wince, as much as she hated to admit it, his comment had embarrassed her – the tomboy look wasn't exactly going to impress the object of her desire.

However, her confidence rose again at hearing Noah's comment, "Most peoples' clothes are more manly than yours Robbie."

Scott laughed, Robbie glared, and Kit and Dani ran off squealing with excitement to get one of Beth's dresses from inside, dragging the very reluctant Robbie behind them.

Minutes later the girls arrived at the fire again, "Gentlemen and Gentlemen, we are pleased to present to you, for one night only..." Noah made a fake drum roll with his hands "...Roberta Hunter," announced Dani.

Robbie stepped out from behind Kit. Noah and Scott just stared. The girls' weapon of choice was a pretty, puffy skirt with a tight fitting bodice, complete with socks shoved up it and a delicate scarlet lace trim, matching the boys face particularly well. The boofyness of the skirt made Robbie's legs look like two hairy white tent poles, bent at the knee and pimply with cold.

When Noah and Scott had recovered from the shock, the laughter began. "You look like one of the ugly sisters gone wrong," Scott commented. Dani slapped him playfully, "I think he looks great."

"Thanks Dan, its good to know that I can pull of the 'woman' look" Robbie said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He quickly sat down, legs apart, as guys do, showing his underwear to the world. Noticing this, he made to cross his legs but Noah's already sniggering face reminded him that this would be a mistake, so he contented himself with sitting sideways, and gestured for someone to pick the next dare.

Kit read the words on the little crumpled piece of paper again, and looked at the person sat next to her.

"Well," asked Robbie, smoothing his skirt down slightly, "what does it say?"

"You must remove an item of clothing from the person to your right, using only your mouth." Kit looked to her left, at Noah, and grinned sheepishly.

Thankfully he returned her grin. "So, where do you want me?"

Kit thought for a while, trying to decide the easiest place to go. Her mind flashing briefly to the place she would love to remove clothes from Noah with her teeth... but that was not going to happen.

"Probably one of his socks would be easiest," said Dani.

Kit recoiled in mock horror. "You're seriously asking me to go near his feet?!"

"Hey!" Noah poked her in the arm, making her giggle, "this, coming from the girl with the smelliest feet in the world, and I know, I've smelt your trainers."

Kit resisted asking when and why the hell he did this, and slapped him playfully.

"I'll go for your t-shirt then, okay?"

Noah nodded his agreement and positioned himself in a more easily accessible position. Kit moved her mouth towards the bottom of his shirt, hesitantly, her face already feeling flushed, as the others gathered in closer, excited.

She clamped her teeth delicately around the rim of his top, and moved her head upwards, giggling nervously and hoping he couldn't tell why. Noah looked at her, her head close to the top of his jeans, looking even more beautiful than usual, and had to try very hard not to get over excited. She worked quickly, feeling his stomach muscles tense slightly to her touch.

Adrenaline took over, and suddenly made Kit feel much more adventurous. When no one was looking, she gently flicked her tongue over his nipple, leaving a cool tingling sensation behind. Noah gasped slightly, surprised by her sudden touch, loud enough for Kit to hear but too quiet for anyone else. Kit beamed with the material still in her mouth, realising what she had made him feel; she was embarrassed but exhilarated.

Finally pulling the shirt totally off, to the cheers and whooping of Dani and her brothers, Kit took it out of her mouth, handed it back to Noah and sat back on her log. Noah, still slightly shocked, and extremely turned on, by Kit's actions, pulled his shirt back on and sat back down on the other side of her, noticing the little semi circular wet patch her mouth had made, and subconsciously stroking the material.

"You must kiss the person sitting to the right of you continuously for 30 seconds." Scott read aloud to the group. Nervously he turned to his right, and gaping back at him, with eyebrows raised and the most horrified look Scott had ever seen... was Noah.

Final chunk should be up sometime at the weekend. Hope you're enjoying it...

Becky