It was my twenty-first birthday and I was looking forward to the camping trip that my mother Kim and elder sister Vicky had arranged. Hiking and camping are my great passions so this was going to be a real birthday treat. The only spoiler was Vicky's husband Paul was coming. He is a bit of a know it all. I get on OK with him in small doses but he starts to irritate after a while.
My name is George and I am six feet two inches tall and a very slim build. My mother always says I need a few good meals to fatten me up. I keep my jet black hair short and I have been told, mostly by my family, that I am handsome. My mother is a small plain woman, that is unkind but true. Vicky on the other hand is a stunner. She is about five feet eight inches tall with the same black hair as me, but with a better cut. Her face is her best feature, large brown eyes, full lips and a cute nose. She keeps herself in shape with a good diet and exercise. Her small tits, I would guess at 32C, look good on her slim body.
The best way to describe Paul is "a big fat slob." He is about my height with unruly fair hair. I guess his face is OK but what you notice most about him is all the extra weight he is carrying. I casually asked him once why my sister fell for him. He gave me a smile and told me it's because he has a big cock.
On the day of the trip we arranged to meet early at my sister's house. I was a bit late but still arrived before my mother. Vicky greeted me with "bad news, mum is not coming. She is not feeling well." My heart sank, I so wanted to go. She then gave me a big smile and explained that the trip was still on. It was nothing serious but hiking would be too much for her.
My sister did all the driving, five hours in total with a break for some food. Paul can drive but prefers not to. I was also a passenger, no license yet but I am having lessons.
In fairness to Paul my sister does like to take charge so her doing all of it was not a problem.
When we got to the camp site I was surprised. It was already dark but even so I could see that it was a bit bleak. Vicky had picked the place. All she would tell me about it after she had arranged it is that it was a site for proper campers. I think she meant it was basic. All I could see was a small concrete building that looked as if it contained toilets and washing facilities. I would bet that there was no hot water. There was only us there. It was mid-November so anybody with any sense was at home in front of a nice warm fire rather than outside on a cold winter night.
Paul summed it up with "this is a shit hole." My sister laughed. It was time to pitch the tents and unload the car as quickly as possible.
It was so cold that even Paul was helping in order to speed thing up. Then disaster struck. We could not find my tent and sleeping bag. I had left them at Vicky's earlier in the week. My sister said she had loaded them and that Paul must have taken them out when he rearranged the car to even the load. He said no and they argued over it. I stopped them, we just had to make the most of it. I would sleep in the tent with some coats on top of me.
