"Pull over" Kate said, jabbing a finger into her brother's ribs, "I've gotta use the bathroom."
"Again?" Jack replied. His voice thick with false irritation "didn't you take a leak like, two minutes ago."
"Try two hours ago, ass. Besides some of us like to keep hydrated." She said waving a half empty water bottle in his face.
Jack pulled the two seat UTV he was driving over to the side of the path and killed the engine. The siblings both hopped out of the small vehicle. Jack had given her a hard time, but truth be told he needed to stop anyway. It was still another hour to the camp ground, and they'd already been driving for two, definitely time for a break.
Since the two were young they had made this pilgrimage out to their uncle's private campground. At first they had come with their family, but as their parents aged they stopped the trips. However for the last four years, starting when both the siblings were over 18 years old they had made the trip alone. It was a long trip, but well worth the effort. With hours of hiking trails, a nice sized pond for swimming, and not another soul around for miles it was the perfect site.
Kate hurried off into the tree line, quickly disappearing from sight. She didn't go too far though, as Jack could hear her unzip her pants, the rustle of fabric as she pulled them down, and even the faint hiss as she began to relieve herself, quickly covered by the patter of her urine splashing on the forest floor.
When the sound stopped Kate emerged from the tree line. "All set." She called still zipping her tight jeans, giving Jack a brief glimpse of her white panties.
"How do you manage that?" Jack asked.
"Manage what?"
"Peeing in the great outdoors, you know with no toilet and...equipment... to ya know aim."
"Girls managed to piss just fine long before the toilet was invented, no reason we can't manage now. I bet you just wanna see me pee." Kate mocked.
"Ukk gross, don't even go there." As he spoke the words his mind secretly wondered what she would look like relieving herself. "You mind driving the last leg?" Jack asked as he tossed Kate the keys.
"Not a problem." She happily replied eager to be in the drivers seat.
An hour later and the pair was at the site, busy unpacking their gear and setting up. It was easy work for the two seasoned campers. In no time at all the two small, cozy tents that would be their home for the week were standing. Not long after, the fire pit, not touched since last year, was repaired and a small blaze was lit within it. By the time the work was done the sun was starting to set. The late afternoon sky was crimson, and caused the small pond to blaze with reflected light.
The two sat for a long while, admiring the beauty around them. Cooked a simple meal on their open fire. Sat a while longer, watching the sun set, and then turned in for the night when darkness covered their little camp ground.
KRAKAKABOOOOM!!
The peace of the late night forest was shattered by the booming of thunder. Jack jerked up right in his tent, practically giving himself whiplash.
"This can't be happening" He said aloud to him self. The sky answered with another bright flash of lightning, immediately followed by the cacophony of thunder. Jack drove his head under his pillow.
Every person has that one primal fear that regresses them to a child, spiders, snakes, heights. For Jack it was thunderstorms. Since he was young the slightest rumble sent him into a panic. Fear would grip him even when he was safe in his home. Now he was in the wilderness, with only a thin canvass sheet to protect him. Jack was not handling it well.
It felt like hours that he laid there, fighting a full on panic attack. Thunder boomed incessantly and the rain pelted against the flimsy tent walls.
Over the racket he faintly heard his tent unzip, and a fierce gust of wind blew in through the open flap. His sister spoke, her voice like an angel, bringing comfort into the small space.
"How you holdin' up big guy?" Kate asked, her voice full of concern and not a hint of mockery.
"I've been better. I'm going to fucking kill all the weathermen if I survive this." Jack's voice was strained, almost cracking as he spoke, still muffled under his pillow.
"I made sure all our gear is secure." Kate spoke as she rested a hand on her brother's trembling shoulder. "Radio says this storm came from no where and it could be hangin' around for a couple hours. With the rain making it hard to see and the wind bringing branches down I don't think it's safe to head back. We'll have to wait it out. We're a good ways away from the tree line and the pond. It should hit those before us. I don't think were in range of anything falling on us either. We should be OK."
"All right, what ever you think is best." Jack said sitting up. He wasn't happy but his sister's presence and calm demeanor had helped settled his nerves. "Do you mind staying here tonight?"
"Of course." Kate replied, pausing for another crash of thunder. "I'm not going anywhere."
Jack smiled at his sister, and Kate beamed back at him. Her white teeth were blue in the ghostly light of an electric LED lamp she had brought. Even in the dull light Jack could tell Kate was soaking wet. In her haste to secure the camp site, and her brother, Kate had left her tent in only a flimsy white t-shirt and a pair of panties. Kate's wet shirt left little to the imagination. Her nipples, erect from the cold water, were standing proud crowning her small perky breasts.
Jack only admired his sister's taut little body for a moment before swinging around and searching his pack for a towel and a fresh shirt. He hoped she hadn't caught him ogling.
"Here we are" He said when he located the items. When he handed them to his sister he was sure to keep his eyes up on her face. Jack turned back around and listened as his sister pulled off her sopping clothing. He heard the rub of the towel faintly over the driving rain as she dried her naked body.
