Camp Days

This is a prequel to the next part and because of this there will be no sex. Just like the first Dakota part. I realize this website is for sex and I promise to add more in the next one, but I need to post this to give sort of a background to the story.

Character descriptions:
Rich: 5 “7”, Chest nut brown hair, blue eyes.
Allison: 5″6″ Blonde hair, blue eyes just like her brother, 36B breast.
Taylor: 5 “7” Auburn hair, dark brown eyes, 38B breast.
Rachel 5 “5 1/2”, Brunette, grey eyes, 32C breat.
Emily: 5 “7”, Red hair, hazel eyes, 34C breast.

“Mom this is your last chance to end all of this,” I say from the passenger seat.

“Yeah! We don’t have to go,” Allison chirps up from the back.

“Enough you two. Every summer the two of you have just slacked off and never done anything productive. So I don’t want to hear a thing from the two of you just because you have to do something,” Mom snaps at me especially.

“I’ll be the youngest one there,” I complain. Allison is sixteen and I’m fifteen. This isn’t bad, but the kids at the camp were sixteen and seventeen. Mom didn’t want to have to take us to a different camp that would be much farther away and coincidentally she knew the owner of the camp and she allowed for me to get in.

“But we can’t even bring our phones! What if there is an emergency!” Allison adds. I want to tell that she is ruining my case of staying home.

“That’s it,” mom slams her hand on the steering wheel and it honks,”I don’t want to hear another word from either of you!” she shouts. She gives us both a stare that would kill a full grown bear. With that we both shut up immediately and I stare out the window. There is green all around us and the sky is clear, shinning rays of sun through my window. It feels as if it will be the last time I look at the sun with a sense of freedom and I soak up as much as I can, rolling down the window.

When we arrive to the camp I see parents and their children walking around and talking to camp counselors. The sign reads: Camp Hill Ridge. I fight my urge to plead with my mom and when I look back at Allison I see she is going through the same trouble. We lock eyes and hers admit defeat. I accept this fate as well. We both hop out of the car silently when mom gestures for us to join her. I help Allison with her bags as I carry mine we walk over silently.

“Now you both are going to give me the silent treatment?” Mom nags. I want to trip her, but that would go against my pacifist nature. We stop at the center of the camp where all the luggage and sleeping bags were stored and place mine down with the amount of luggage Allison let me carry.

“Thanks,” she whispers so quietly that I’m not sure that I heard her correctly.

“Bye mom,” I say, holding my arms out and giving her a hug. Since dad left us two years back things have been tough and she just wants the best for us although she never considers to just ask. I appreciate her effort though. Mom holds me silently for a moment and when she pulls back her eyes are a little watery.

“See you in a two weeks,” I assure her. I can tell this is a lot harder for her than it was for me. I look over at Allison who stared at us silently. I looked at her then mom and she got the hint. She gave mom a hug, but said nothing. Mom talked to a blond woman who looked well into her thirties, but was still very attractive. I stared at the two and realized by the way they talked and how freely mom speaks to her that the women is the owner. After they speak mom gives the two of us one last group hug and was on her way.

As soon as she pulls out of the parking I felt an ache deep in my chest, but didn’t show. Allison on the other hand was completely transparent. The blue eyes we both share are on the verge of tears. I move in and give her a hug and her arms gripped around me tightly.

“Since we’ll have to be here for a month we might as well have a good time,” I told her. She took a deep breath and long hair pressed against the right side of my face. In my head I thought about the contrast between my brown hair and her blond.

“I want to go home,” she mumbles into my shoulder.

“Me too,” I sigh. I let go when I feel people staring.

Allison turns away from me then when the counselors call us to the flag pole at the far right. I keep my pace steady behind my sister as I look around at the other camp members. Some of the guys are my height and there are some twice as big. Most of them however are pretty scrawny or overweight and I feel pretty good about that. I’m pretty athletic, which means I have a pretty fit body. Most of the girls on there other hand are absolutely gorgeous. Maybe since I don’t have much experience or seen a wide variety, but they leave me staring in awe. Most smile when they see me staring and I eventually stop the girl evaluation and pick up the pace when I begin to loose my sister.

When we arrive everyone crowds around a man who looks to in about his late 20s. He has a Red Wings cap and I hear someone let out a “woop woop” for the team. He smiles politely. His shirt is brown with white letters that say the camps name.

“Welcome to Camp Hill Ridge everyone! I know you guys are probably missing your parents, but by the time you leave you won’t want to! Camp Hill Ridge gives the campers a pretty loose leash and we only have activities on Mondays -except today- , Wednesdays, and Fridays. On the days we don’t have activities you are free to do what you’d like along the the camp grounds. Any questions?” everything he says sounds rehearsed and when no one raises their hands he continues onwards.

“We have very few rules here, but these are the most important. One: No sexual contact between campers.