my first camping trip (part 1)

like many other stories of this nature, this is a complete work of fiction. nothing more. a story dreamed up by me at one point. please take as nothing more, and hopefully, enjoy.

a camping trip in the desert

My name is Cindy. in this story, i was eleven years old. a little back story, my parents died when i was 7, and, because my older sister is 11 years older than me, putting her at 18, she managed to gain custody of me. by 18, she already had a good job, was living on her own, and that, along with my obvious closeness to her, left her in charge of me from then on.

this story starts in the late spring, in southern California. like many families in southern California, one of my sisters past times during the non-summer months, was camping and off-roading in the desert with her friends. up until this particular weekend though, she had always left me with my aunt for those weekends. but, after nagging her for the last 2 years, she finally brought me along.

my sisters, Allison, was planning on meeting all of her friends that Friday night, and finally brought me along because one of her other friends, a couple in their early thirties, were bringing their daughter and niece, who were close to my age. she figured that with them there, i wouldn’t feel so out of place, and have someone to hang out with and have fun with. unlike me though, they had been going for years and already knew the whole camping at the desert thing inside and out, along with how to drive some of the more family friendly vehicles around (basically golf carts with off road tires).

we left right after Allison had got off work that Friday, around 7, and got out to where her many friends were camped around 9. when we got there, most of her friends were already drunk and partying it up, but some, including the ones that had the kids my age, were still in relative control and hanging out in their trailer making a late dinner with the girls that were my age. Tracy, 13, only two years older than me, and her cousin, Blaire, 14. now, to describe them in comparison to myself. Tracy, although 2 years older than me, was an inch shorter than me at 5′ even, and like myself, very petite. if you put us up next to each other, you would probably think that i was the older one. we both had blond hair, but, unlike me she didn’t have to where glasses. her cousin on the other hand, obviously getting her looks from the other side of the gene pool, looked her age if not more. a few inches taller than me, id say about 5’3″, shapely, and had small boobs that i envied (and I’m sure Tracy did too only being a year younger than her…. me and Tracy were almost completely flat).

my sister brought me into the trailer with them, introduced me to the two girls and her older friends that we’d be staying with, and then went on talking with her friends leaving me with the two girls to get to know them.

now, growing up the way i did, losing both parents and being raised by my sister, i was quite shy. having to have glasses so young didn’t help my shyness much either. but, i managed to say hi, sit with them and try to get into a conversation. Tracy seemed very nice and her cousin, although nice, seemed to feel like i was probably going to be more of a burden on her for the weekend, since she was the oldest, she felt she would probably have to “look after me”. we kinda talked for awhile, small talk about ourselves since we were just meeting, until Blaire suggested we ask if we could take the Yamaha rhino (that off road vehicle that is basically a glorified golf cart that i mentioned earlier). i was all for the idea, for one, because id never been out here and wanted to enjoy what all the fuss was about, and second, because talking with new people just because i was out here felt a little awkward, and riding around would alleviate that.

Blaire’s parents and my older sister said it was ok, so the three of us jumped in and took off into the surrounding hills. Blaire was driving, with Tracy in the middle and me on the right side. we drove around a little bit, laughing and giggling and starting to have a good time. Tracy was kind of jammed in the middle, her arms pushed forward and her hands in her lap, and to get more room, put her arms around her cousin and myself. now… i didn’t have many friends and although I didn’t mind and knew that it was nothing normal, was a little new to that kind of constant physical contact. but, being a good sport, having fun, and knowing that it wasn’t unusual at all i actually started to get a little comfortable to it. especially because having her arm around me gave me a little more stability while bouncing around.

well, it being late spring and in the middle of the desert, we were only wearing a small amount of clothes. each donning basically t-shirts and short little jean shorts and some sneakers. anyways, driving around for about 30 minutes now, and quite a ways from our camp and the trailers with bathrooms that they contained, Blaire stopped because she had to go to the bathroom. tracy jumped out also saying “i was wondering if we were ever gonna stop I’ve had to go for like 10 minutes”. and, although i felt a little akward peeing outside, decided that i should probably take advantage of this opportunity since it was here, and i did have to go also.

at first i assumed we would all go in separate directions to do this due to the nature of it, dropping our shorts and leaving us exposed essentially, but Tracy and Blaire came over to my side, dropping their shorts and leaning up against the vehicle on either side of me. not to feel out of place, because i really wanted to fit in, i did the same and just went with it. i really wanted to fit in with these older girls, so i also never told them how old i was. being that i was kinda tall i figured they would assume i was the same age as Tracy and not treat me like a little girl.

well, to add insult to injury, Blaire spoke up as i was peeing.

“Oh wow your totally hairless!”

now, i felt really awkward and thought my gig was up about trying to act like i was closer to their age and not the preteen that i was…. but to my surprise, Tracy spoke for me.

“she probably shaves, i started to last month because my friends at school said that guys like girls without hair down there better.”

“oh, cool i guess. maybe ill try that when i take a shower next time” said Blaire

after that, i was extremely relieved. i didn’t want them to know that i was just too young to have hair there yet, and not be able to hang out with them as equals. while i was finishing up peeing, i looked over at Tracy, to see her smiling at me. maybe she knew? why would she say that to her cousin though if she knew i was just young?

well, either way, being done peeing now i asked if we had toilet paper, figuring that they did this often and would have some in the rhino.

“no, i forgot to grab some. just wipe with your panties and we’ll throw them all in the glove box and get new ones when we get back”.

nice… as if to not make things even more awkward feeling, now i had to do something i never did…. go without underwear. but, i went along with it without saying anything, i didn’t want to look weird and be stuck out here all weekend with two girls who thought i was lame.

so, pulling my shorts back up, i couldn’t help but notice out of the corner of my eye, that Tracy was totally staring at my crotch. i buttoned up my shorts though and hopped back into the vehicle after Tracy like nothing happened, and she, as before put her arm around me when i sat next to her. and, with that we were back on our way.

it was pretty late, but being a three day weekend from school, my older sister let me stay up as long as she did, so when we got back, it was pretty late but no big deal. it kinda felt like she wanted me to start to stay up later and hang out more, probably because i complained sometimes about her being up later. plus, she WAS still my older sister, even if she was my legal guardian also.

when we got back to camp, everyone who wasn’t already passed out, was starting to get pretty drunk, apparently thats one of the main reasons they all come out here. Tracy’s parents were drinking with my sister in the trailer, and around the large fire and middle of the camp, were tons of chairs and people going on and on about all kinds of different drunken stories. one guy in his early twenties was talking about getting his truck stuck in the sand the last time they were out here, another couple of people were going off about some kinda sex story, oblivious to us being there.

the three of us sat down in a quieter corner, and Tracy asked if we wanted something to drink. blaire giggled for some reason, and said “yeah of course you know what i want”. Tracy looked at me and i said “yeah sure ill have something to drink, whatever your having is fine”

Tracy disappeared over behind one of the trucks where there apparently was an ice chest with the drinks, and was gone for several minutes.