SIBLING SUMMER CAMP

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 1 ]

Gail felt the bus take a tight corner to the right, making her lean into her brother, Toby. She stiffened and righted herself so as to stay out of Toby’s “space”. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t like her brother, but … He pushed against her. “Hey, watch it, Gail,” he said as he had said every time she’d bumped him for the past two hours. Yeah, he was a little brother, pain in the butt brat that could and would drive her crazy at any moment.

It was a little reassuring to have him sitting next to her in the outside seat. There weren’t any other kids their age on the bus. There were some younger kids traveling with their parents, some couples, and mostly single men. So, having her brother along meant that some stranger didn’t try to sit next to her. She was 13 and Toby was 11. She had thought it odd that there were no other kids on the bus going to the same camp with them. But, then, she had thought everything about the camp was odd.

For starters, there would only be 16 girls and 16 boys at the camp. Her mother had said there were “special.” Her dad had said it was an “elite” group of campers. She’d had to look up “elite,” and then was satisfied. Except for, “Boys and girls at the same camp?” she asked sounding thoroughly insulted.

“No, dear,” said her mother. “The boys are on the other side of the lake. So, it’s just 16 girls at your camp.” Then her mother had said, “I don’t know where you get that prudish streak from. A girl your age ought to be interested in boys. Maybe you’d get a boyfriend.”

“Mom!” said Gail. “You want me to have a summer fling with a strange boy all alone up at camp? It’s four weeks long. I thought parents were supposed to discourage that sort of thing.” But, she knew her parents were different.

Her parents would hop into the hot tub naked (and she had too until she’d turned 8 and wised up). Just a few days ago she’d found her parents and the next door neighbors in the tub. She didn’t stay around long enough to confirm it, but she knew they were all naked. As she’d spun around and left, her dad had yelled out, “Come on and join us, pumpkin!” She didn’t like Mr. Timothy, the next door neighbor, or the way he looked at her. Naked would be even worse. She’d felt herself blushing even though she was already out of sight.

Other times she’d found evidence that made her think her mother was having an affair and then her father. Since she’d been old enough to think about sex, she kept seeing signs that the two were fooling around with someone else almost all the time. She’d always kept quiet about it since she didn’t want to break up her parents’ marriage. But, she also thought it was pretty obvious and had to chalk it up to her parents not seeing what each other was doing because they didn’t want to see it.

She’d had a zillion questions about camp, but her brother had none. He apparently seemed happy with heading off into an adventure that would unfold each day. She, on the other hand, wanted to know ahead of time what would be happening. Swimming? Horseback riding? Crafts? Archery? She’d done all those at camp for the past two years, but only for a weeklong session. While she assumed that would be on the agenda at this camp, she didn’t know for sure and her parents seemed to go out of their way to not tell her what to expect.

She was finally put somewhat at ease when the bus stopped and they got off. There was a different bus, smaller than the first, with the name “Camp Courage” on the side of it. A counselor by the bus checked their names off and Gail found the bus loaded with boys in the back and girls in the front. She took a seat by herself and was promptly joined by a girl who switched seats just to sit by her. Toby went to the back and disappeared from Gail’s thoughts.

“Hi, I’m Jenny,” said the girl next to her. “Gosh, I’m so hyped for camp this summer.”

“I’m Gail. I’m hyped, too, but my parents wouldn’t tell me a thing about it. What about yours? Do you know what we can do at camp?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” said Jenny with an air of mystery. She looked Gail over closely, sizing her up, and said, “Maybe you and I can be partners.”

“What do you mean, maybe, maybe not? Do you know or not?”

“Not,” said Jenny, though Gail thought she was still hiding something. “But I do know that we have to have a partner, you know, the buddy system, like swimming and all. I don’t know anybody else, do you? We can be partners.”

“No, I don’t know anybody either, except my brother.”

“Cool,” said Jenny. “Your brother came along, too? Too bad the boys are way over on the other side of the lake. He looked like a younger brother, is he?”

“Yeah,” said Gail. “He’s just 11 and a real pain.”

Jenny giggled like Gail had told a joke. “So, partners or not?”

“Partners,” said Gail, extending her hand. The two girls shook hands, formally sealing their new friendship. “So, I guess you have a boyfriend?”

“Yep,” said Jenny. “But, he’s not coming to this camp. Guess I’ll have to find me a new one.” Again she appraised Gail. “You’re pretty cute. Bet you have a boyfriend, too.”

“Nope,” said Gail. “Boys are just trouble.” She gave Jenny a closer look, noting the other girl’s long blond hair and blue eyes. Gail had short brown hair and brown eyes, the opposite of her new friend. Jenny’s figure was comparable to Gail’s figure, still small breasted and slender, but developing.

“You like girls, then?” asked Jenny mischievously.

“Yeah,” said Gail innocently. She caught Jenny’s expression and stammered, “I mean, as friends, you know, girl friends, I mean, not like a girl likes boys, I mean, I want to have a boyfriend, not a girlfriend that’s like a boyfriend…”

Jenny cut her off with a laugh. “God, Gail, relax, I was just kidding. I know you aren’t a … hey, you can’t say it can you?” She smirked at Gail. “You can’t say lesbian, can you?”

“Can to,” said Gail. “I’m just not one is all.”

“Say it, say it, say it,” chanted Jenny quietly prodding the other girl.

Gail glanced around nervously, suddenly aware of how she must look. Her own mother thought she was a prude. These other girls would think she was that or worse. She couldn’t put up with 4 weeks of teasing. “Lesbian,” she whispered to Jenny. “See, I can say it. I’m not a lesbian, OK?”

“OK,” said Jenny still smirking. “Just trying to loosen you up.”

Gail looked around the bus, noticing that the girls had mostly paired off, 6 pairs and 2 singles. The pairs were talking quietly just as she and Jenny had been. All of the pairs looked like they were the same age. There were a couple of pairs her age, an older pair (maybe 15), and the rest looked around 11 or 12. Curious, she looked back over her shoulder and saw the boys were arranged about the same. They’d paired off nicely as the bus filled up.

Just then, two more girls boarded the bus and each sat next to a single. That filled the bus, so a woman in her mid-30s got on the bus, too, and said, “I’d like to welcome you all to Camp Courage.” There were brief shouts and applause. The woman smiled and said, “Yes, you’ll all be having a very unusual, interesting, and educational experience at camp this summer. We only have two one-month sessions each summer and you and your parents have gone through a rigorous selection process to get here. You know something? The odds of winning the lottery are better than the odds of being selected for Camp Courage. You’re all something special to us.

“I’m Ms. Christopher and I’m one of the counselors at Camp Courage. Now, please stay seated. We’re going to be in the bus only about 20 minutes before we get to the camp. So, get acquainted with your seatmate. It looks like everybody has buddied up, so that’s great.”

Nobody paid much attention to where the bus was taking them. Gail and Jenny spent the time talking about school and stuff. Gail gradually became aware that they had entered a pine forest, which made her feel more like she was going to camp. They’d been on the bus for about 15 minutes when Jenny suddenly said, “Hey, isn’t it cool to have boobs?”

Gail looked at her friend in surprise, noticing that the other 13-year-old had pulled her tank top tight, making her small mounds prominent against the thin fabric. She stared in disbelief at Jenny’s breasts as she realized that she could even make out Jenny’s nipples. “Jenny!” she whispered. “God, anybody could see you.”

“No, they couldn’t,” she whispered back. “The boys aren’t even looking and besides, I’m below the back of the seat.” She was right; the seat shielded her from being seen by boys, girls, and Ms. Christopher. “So, is it cool or not? Do you like having boobs?”

“Well, it’s a little embarrassing sometimes,” said Gail. “The boys stare at them now like they’ve never seen boobs before.”

“Jeez, Gail, that’s because they haven’t. I mean, they haven’t seen them on girls their own age before and they haven’t seen them uncovered… ever. And so what if they stare. It makes me feel good when they stare at me. I know they like me.”

“I told you boys are just trouble,” repeated Gail.

“Oh, you’ll be changing your tune soon,” said Jenny. “Let me tell you, once you feel a boy’s dick inside you…”

“Jenny!” said Gail, cutting her off quickly. Then, she realized she was sounding like a prude again. “Have you… ?”

“Yeah,” said Jenny with a smirk. “More than once, too. It feels good and once you do it, you’ll love it. Fucking is great.” She watched Gail’s reaction and said, “I’ll bet you can’t say fucking.”

“Fucking,” said Gail under her breath. Her eyes were defiant as she proved she wasn’t a prude.

Despite Gail’s quick response, Jenny could tell she was making Gail uncomfortable and changed the subject. She didn’t want her new friend to have second thoughts about being her partner. “OK, hey, we must be almost there. How about whoever sees the camp first gets choice of bunk?”

Gail’s sudden craning of her neck to look out the window was tacit agreement that the game was on. To her dismay, the camp appeared on the other side of the bus and Jenny saw it first. Well, with just 16 girls at camp, how bad could second choice of bunk be?

She would have to wait for that answer because as they piled out of the bus, they were told to pile their bags beside a building and go inside. Gail left her bag and went into the dining room as the bus pulled out to take the boys to their camp. The tables had been cleared away and there was just a circle of chairs. The girls introduced themselves and got the camp introduction, but still without a mention of activities.

Then, Ms. Christopher announced, “Time for some teaming building and get acquainted activities, but first everybody to the showers.”

Some of the girls seemed surprised at the idea of afternoon showers, but many of them were looking forward to a cooling shower and a chance to rinse off the sweat and dust from traveling most of the day. The facilities were very Spartan and Gail found that just showering was a get acquainted activity as they all shared the same shower area. Even Ms. Christopher and the three other girls’ counselors joined them in the shower.

From the shower they were led out of the building into a fenced in courtyard. Still naked, the girls felt the warmth of the sun on their entire bodies. A few were self-conscious, but there was no way any one could see inside the courtyard. “Nothing puts people on equal footing like being naked,” said Ms. Christopher. “This is part of our getting acquainted session. And, to get everybody’s mind off their lack of clothes, let’s do some exercises.”

Through jumping jacks, sit-ups, pushups, and other exercises, the girls did everything but get their minds off their nudity. But, they quickly started to giggle over their bouncing boobs and other parts of their anatomy that were getting unusual exposure and exercise. It was a great ice-breaker. The final exercise had the girls partner up, Gail with Jenny, sitting on the ground facing each other with their legs spread and feet touching. By grasping hands, the two could pull each other back and forth in stretching motions. It also brought a few snickers as the girls flashed each other quite brazenly.

The short exercise period had served to warm up the girls, but not make them sweaty. For the next activity, Ms. Christopher handed the pairs of girls a dog collar, leash, handcuffs, and blindfold. She picked one girl to lead and the other to follow with the assurance that they would trade places later. Gail was stuck being the follower for the first round. She was a little nervous as her hands were cuffed behind her back. “This will teach you to trust your partner,” said Ms. Christopher. Gail had to agree with that. If she was willing to let a virtual stranger cuff her hands behind her while she was naked, that took a lot of trust. The shower and exercises had the desired effect of making her comfortable with her nudity around the other girls, so she didn’t protest. Then, the collar was placed around her neck and the leash was attached to the collar. Finally, the blindfold was put over her eyes. Eight girls were identically blinded and bound while their eight partners held the other end of the leash.

“Now, your partner is going to lead you around through an obstacle course. You have nothing to rely on except your partner to make sure that you make it through successfully without stumbling. Your partner is not allowed to touch you or speak to you. All she can do is use the leash to guide you.” Gail felt a sense of exhilaration at the challenge. There was a threat of danger and vulnerability, yet she was in friendly hands. Then, she felt a tug on her collar and stepped forward to follow Jenny.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what Jenny wanted her to do as she was guided right and left through, she assumed, some obstacles. Though the girls weren’t allowed to talk, it wasn’t quiet as there was constant giggling going on. An occasional “oops” told her that some of the girls were not finding it as easy as she was. The final obstacle was a set of stairs. It was more of a challenge as she felt something block her foot and had to figure out that she had to step up. Jenny took her up slowly and she managed it without falling. After four steps, they stopped. She felt her leash fall down as Jenny let go and waited patiently for Jenny to remove her blindfold and cuffs so she could have her turn as the leader.

It was only about 15 seconds before she heard one girl say, “Where’d you go, Sally?” A few second later another said, “You gonna take off my blindfold or what?” Gail started to become concerned as more seconds passed. “Jenny?” she asked of the blackness around her. “Hey, guys, this isn’t funny,” said a voice a few feet away from her. Gail was starting to realize that the girls were scattered all over the courtyard as she heard voices from both sides and in front of her, some more distant than others.

The girls’ anxiety was eased when each felt her partner touch her shoulder. Gail heard Jenny softly say, “Open wide, I have a goodie for you.” Suddenly feeling silly, Gail felt like she’d failed the test. She hadn’t been able to trust her partner for a mere 60 seconds or so. She opened her mouth wondering what treat would be inserted. She was surprised by the size of it. It was round and she thought it was an apple, but when she tried to bite down, she couldn’t. It was in her mouth too far, but she couldn’t push it out either. Jenny was tying a rope behind her head that seemed to hold the apple in her mouth somehow. She couldn’t speak with the apple in her mouth, but grunted and moaned her displeasure with the odd feeling.

A few seconds later, Jenny removed Gail’s blindfold. The bound girl blinked in the sudden sunlight and found herself standing on a 4’ high platform. As her eyes adjusted, she saw the other seven girls standing on seven identical platforms arranged in a circle. There were a series of surprises, each one building on the other. Jenny and the other leaders were all dressed now in tight leather pants and leather bikini tops. Her immediate thought was how unfair it was of them to get dressed while their partners were still nude. The counselors were dressed the same way, making her feel like she was on display. From looking at the other surprised girls, she discovered that the thing in her mouth was a red rubber ball, not an apple.

The next surprise was when Ms. Christopher said, “Welcome to Camp Courage, slave bitches. You have been sent here by your parents to learn discipline and learn the art of sexually pleasing another person. Your partners have been sent here by their parents to learn how to dominate a slave.” She paced around the circle as she spoke. Around her the girls’ moaned in shock and denial. Who could believe their parents had sent them here for this?

Gail looked around for a way down from the platform, but the stairs had been removed. She considered jumping, but with her hands bound, she felt off balance. She also realized she couldn’t open a door, so there was no place she could run to in the courtyard.

The head counselor stopped in front of one of the bound girls, “Molly told me that you don’t want her to be your partner.” She laughed. “Our little slave girls don’t get a choice of who their mistress is, but I’m sure you’ll learn just how displeased Mistress Molly is with you for insulting her.”

Ms. Christopher walked around the circle again. “During most of the year, we train adults, but in the summer we hold two sessions for young girls. You can see now why our camp group is small. Not many parents want their girls to go through this training, but you are the lucky eight this time.” Stopping in front of Gail, the head counselor said, “Jenny told me you were pumping her for information about the camp. Maybe you thought there would be swimming and hiking and games? Now you can see why you didn’t know what was planned. Would you have come if you knew that within an hour of arrival you’d be standing helpless, tied, and naked waiting for your mistress to give you a command?”

Gail frantically shook her head. There was no way this could be happening she tried to tell herself. She couldn’t speak and now a trickle of drool ran down her chin. She was embarrassed, humiliated, and frightened as she stared down at the leering woman. She looked over at Jenny who was standing slightly behind the counselor. Jenny had a smirk on her face that made Gail shiver.

“You may doubt that your parents have really placed you in this charm school for slave girls, but believe me, every one of your parents is very aware of what is happening and we have their full consent for any and everything we do to you. Watch,” said Ms. Christopher as she waved her hand at a blank wall.

A picture leaped onto the wall from a hidden projector, showing a naked couple. “Hi, Irene,” said the woman. “Mommy and daddy want you to know that you’re done being a spoiled brat. When you’re done with camp, you’ll do everything that we tell you. We’re looking forward to watching you do this to daddy.” With that, the woman knelt and sucked her husband’s cock into her mouth. The man said, “So you behave yourself and pay attention to what they are going to teach you. Mommy is tired of being my cocksucker and when you get home it will be your job.”

One of the girls (Gail assumed it was Irene) was sobbing halfway through the short movie. She shook her head in disbelief, watching her mother and father in shock and then looking around the courtyard with wild and frightened eyes. Gail’s attention was drawn to another of her fellow slaves who had moved to the edge of her platform and looked ready to jump. One of the counselors moved quickly and was standing right in front of the girl. “If you jump down from there, you and your bare ass belong to me,” said the woman as she brandished a leather riding crop. The girl backed away.

One by one each of the girls watched as their parents appeared on the wall and assured them that this was no mistake. Gail was shocked at the sight of her parents naked. She had never thought of them in that way before, but now she could see in no uncertain terms that her father was well hung and her mother had a great figure. “Gail, honey, your daddy and I have always been very open about sex, enjoying different partners, positions, and fetishes. Most of all we like bondage and discipline. You’ve been such a prude around the house that we decided the only way to break you in right is to send you to this camp for a month’s worth of training. We know that when you come back to us, you’ll be a hot little cocksucking, pussy licking sex slave instead of a prudish little girl. Toby’s camp is just like this, so he’s getting training, too. When you get home, the two of you can play together.”

Gail held back the tears, but mostly because she was in shock. She was going to be trained to suck cocks? It was something she hardly even knew went on. Sure she’d heard stories about it, but she hadn’t known whether to believe them or not. And, Toby. He was just 11. She couldn’t picture him licking their mother. Another chill went down her spine as she imagined being naked in front of Toby. And him naked in front of her.

Drool was still seeping out of the corner of her mouth. By now it was down her chin, dripping on her chest and onto the wooden platform under her. She tried to swallow, but couldn’t, then looked around at the other girls to see that they were in the same plight. Then, Ms. Christopher called out, “Young mistresses, come with me.” She and the eight mistresses-in-training left the courtyard. The eight slaves were left with the four other counselors.

For the next hour, Gail stood on her platform, constantly aware of her nudity. If she moved too close to the edge, one of the counselors smacked her feet with a leather strap. Eventually she learned that if she moved even slightly she would get that treatment. One of the counselors, a slender blond woman named Paula, adopted Gail as the object of her derision. It started when Paula walked behind the 13-year-old and said, “You got a nice, tight ass there, bitch. Can’t wait to see it spanked.” Startled, Gail turned and abruptly felt the sting of leather on her feet and calves. She quickly learned to simply take the woman’s scornful comments, though she blushed frequently. “I’d love to suck on those little girl titties of yours,” said Paula and Gail turned red. Another time she said, “We’re all gonna watch you lose your cherry, bitch,” and Gail colored again.

When Jenny and the other girls returned, there was a big puddle of drool underneath each of the girls. The eight mistresses had just received an hour of training in how to establish control over their slave. Jenny unfolded the stairs from the back of the platform and climbed up beside Gail. “I’m going to take out your gag now, Gail bitch,” she said. “That’s just so you can swallow your spit instead of messing up the one place that belongs to you. Don’t say a word, understand me, bitch?”

Gail gave Jenny a frightened look and nodded. She didn’t being called a bitch, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. As the rope was untied from behind her head, Gail felt the gag loosen and it popped out when Jenny pulled on it. She worked her jaw back and forth, “Thank you, Jenny,” she said with a sigh of relief.

No sooner had she spoken those words than Jenny smacked her bare ass with the riding crop in her hand. Gail jumped and squeaked in pain. “I told you not to speak, didn’t I, bitch?”

Gail nodded frantically.

“When I ask you a direct question, you will answer me. I told you not to speak, didn’t I, bitch?”

“Y-y-yes, Jenny. I’m sorry.”

Jenny smacked her again. “Call me mistress and don’t tell me you’re sorry.”

“Yes, mistress,” said Gail.

Ms. Christopher tapped Jenny’s leg to get her attention. When Jenny bent down to listen, the head counselor said, “You shouldn’t have spanked her the second time. Do you know why?”

“Yes, Ms. Christopher,” said Jenny. Gail was surprised at the authority in Jenny’s voice as she spoke back to her instructor. “The slave had not received training, um, instruction in how to address me yet. She did not know better.”

“That is correct, Mistress Jenny,” said Ms. Christopher. “You’ll confuse the slave if you aren’t consistent.”

Gail felt a chill at being addressed as if she wasn’t even there. It reminded her of how someone might treat a dog. Her butt was sore and she was still in shock over the sudden turn of events. Her summer camp was turning into a summer nightmare. Next to her, a petite blond was arguing with her mistress and getting repeatedly spanked. It was a test of wills with the slave’s voice rising in anger and then pain until she finally stopped, only able to sob. The whole time the young mistress showed remarkable restraint, speaking firmly, but never raising her voice. Now, she spoke in a quiet, soothing voice as she gently rubbed her slave’s tender, red ass.

A girl across the circle got Gail’s attention as she spoke to her mistress. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said.

“Did I tell you that you could speak?” snapped her mistress, smacking the poor slave’s thighs.

“But, really, you have to let me go to the bathroom, don’t you?” insisted the slave. She was rewarded with several more smacks on her thighs and buttocks. She pursed her lips in anger and muttered, “I’m going to pee myself right here, then.”

“Don’t you dare,” said the mistress. “You’ll hold it until I decide you can go to the bathroom. Stand up straight and stop crossing your legs. You stand there without a sound.” The mistress spanked her slave several times.

Jenny made Gail perform several simple acts. The whole point was to get the new slave used to following commands, doing exactly what she was told, but only what she was told. “Hop up and down, turn around, stick out your tongue, wiggle your butt,” said Jenny, delighted in her new power over this girl. Soon Gail was also feeling the need for a bathroom break. But, there was no way to communicate that without getting spanked, so she held her tongue. She figured it couldn’t be too much longer before they got a break. But, she also didn’t know how long she had been standing there tied up.

Gail told herself she was cooperating with her mistress not so much out of a sense of being a slave, but out of fear of pain. She’d seen what rebellious girls had received as punishment. Besides, the things she was being told to do were simple things that weren’t worth arguing over. What she didn’t realize was that she was slowly being led down the path toward slavery, where she’d start performing less enjoyable acts and where she’d do them simply because her mistress said so.

The slave across from Gail started sobbing again even though her mistress was standing 10 feet away. It was clear that she was in pain from her need to pee, but she also wasn’t going to say anything. Suddenly, pee burst from her slit, running down her legs and puddling at her feet. With an embarrassed gasp, the poor girl started crying more. She spread her legs, letting the full stream of pee hit the wooden platform under her and hung her head in shame.

The girl’s mistress let her pee for several seconds before she suddenly snapped, “Stop that at once!” Frightened, the slave stopped. Her immediate need was passed, though she still had a full bladder. The mistress bounded up the stairs to her slave and spanked her with five hard blows, leaving the girl sobbing in pain. Then, she grabbed her slave by the elbow and said, “Come with me.” The two carefully descended the steps and as they left the courtyard, the mistress said, “We have a special punishment for bad girls who pee themselves.”

The staff of the slave camp had learned long ago that the act of urinating in public was a demeaning and critical step in slave training. It was important because it emphasized to the slave that she was at the mercy of her mistress and even the most basic of bodily functions needed her permission. Second, it had the effect of making the slave feel like an animal. When she finally did break down and pee, the slave saw it as her own fault, her own weakness, and so she humiliated herself in public. Other humiliating acts would come easier now. So, the new slaves would stand on their platforms until each of them had embarrassed themselves by peeing themselves.

Gail was the third to pee. After her spanking, she sobbed that she was sorry she’d messed her area and received another spanking for the apology. Led inside, she found what had happened to the other girls. First, she was allowed a bathroom break. Then, she was tied with her hands over her head, legs spread, and standing on her tiptoes. It was an uncomfortable position and she couldn’t get relief no matter what she tried. She hung there until the last girl came in, an hour later.

In the quiet of that hour, she had time to think. She desperately wanted to try to talk to her way out of this predicament, but that was not allowed. She made plans of escape, but all of them required mobility, which she was denied at the moment. Her stomach started to tell her it was lunchtime, but there was no mention of lunch. When Jenny and the other girls returned though, they talked about the wonderful meal they’d just enjoyed, never once even suggesting that the slaves might be hungry as well.

One of the slaves ventured a question, “When do we get to eat?”

“Kim, you bitch!” said her mistress, striding purposefully across the room and whipped her errant slave. “Now I have to go first. If you can’t keep your mouth shut, then…” She stuffed a ball gag into Kim’s mouth, leaving the slave whimpering. Gail figured Kim was about 11 years old based on the fact that she had no tits or hair on her pussy. She felt sorry for the younger girl.

It was about that time that the last slave peed herself and was brought in to join the rest. They were forced to drink a quart of water each. The camp staff knew it was important to keep the girls hydrated. The slaves could only think about how much they would have to pee soon.