Hello wide world, my name is Monica Summers and I thought it was time to share this story. This is the story of the best and at the same time the worst year of my life. In order to fully understand this story and the year itself we have to start a little sooner. So, I will begin at the beginning, where all true stories begin.
June 2010.
The summer of 2010 I had just ended my final year at USC, The University of Southern California and had returned home to the family. Every year in June my brother Brandon, our mother Samantha, our father Tom and little ol me all try and take a family vacation. These vacations had come to be known as "Camp Hell" because come hell or high water, something always went wrong.
Like in 1999 when I was 11 and Brandon was 7. We had been there a whole day when Brandon and I went for a nature walk and both ended up with horrible cases of poison ivy. Or in 2004 when I was 16 and Brandon was 12. We had been there a few hours, when my father walked through the trees and caught me innocently kissing some of the boys from the next camping plot over. I swear it was only kissing, but my dad overreacted and....home we went. Then again in 2006, we parked and car and saw that Uncle Randy, my mothers brother was there with his wife Catherine and their two children.
You see, my father hates my Uncle with a blind passion. As soon as we saw them, he turned the car around and drove straight home. So, our June vacations are always a disaster and this one....well my dad said it went very well, and part of me has to agree, but at the same time Camp Hell has a reputation to keep doesn't it?
This year the four of us were joined by two of Brandon's friends from High School, they all had just graduated and also two of my best friends Kimberly and Vanessa. We arrived at the park in the middle of the afternoon, unpacked and truck and all was well. We all shared a late lunch of hot dogs and chips, which we girls ate very little of and Brandon and his friends gorged themselves on.
Now, let me tell you all something about me and my friends. I am 5'6 with long strawberry blond hair and a slender figure I tried very hard to keep. I had a average and very respectable 36C bust. I am the "priss" of the group as they call me, but I cannot help it if I like to dress in nice clothes and dresses. Now Kimberly is smaller then me if you can imagine it. Around 5'4 with a body even tighter then mine. She weights 110 pounds soaking wet. A 34B cup was all she was graced with, but she is one of those girls who had legs to kill for and a ass begging to be grabbed and long brown hair. She and I are polar opposites when it comes to clothes, as she prefers a more punk/goth look and has been a friend of the family for as long as I can remember. Vanessa is a mixture of us both, only bigger. She is 5'11 with long legs like Kim but a 38D cup, like mine. Her ass is beautiful, tight and round and has long blond hair.
Now my brother and his friends are....not at all our types. I will admit, I had a little chubba bubba for a brother and his two friends were as chubby if not chubbier. I hadn't really seen my brother since I left High School four years ago but I cannot imagine much has changed. Brandon was taller then I remember when I saw him in late May. He now towered over me at 6'3. He has short dirty blond hair and is completely clean shaved. His other two friends were....as far as us girls were concerned as equally unimpressive as my brother.
Well, we made it through the first afternoon of Camp Hell when me and my girlfriends slipped away. I would have lied about this years ago, but we had to sneak out to have a smoke. We stood next to the small river access around the bend from the camp having our smokes when the rustle in the bushes made us all freeze. We all breathed a collected sigh of relief when the boys burst through the bushes to our left and walked on to the river. We watched with a snicker as Adam and Jamie pulled off their shirt and pants to go for a dip in their boxers.
"Come on, let's blow this place. If I wanted to see a whale I would have gone to sea world." Vanessa snickered at us.
We all agreed and were just about to turn to leave when something caught our eye. Brandon pulled off his baggy t-shirt and all three of us sucked in a gasp. Brandon was.....ripped. He wasn't big, but was defined in ways I never at the time knew were possible. His back carved at the shoulders and slid down in a big V to his slender waist.
"W...what the hell happened?" I whispered
"Oh, it must have happened when I started playing football a few years ago." Kimberly whispered back, but her eyes were devouring my brothers form hungrily. "I never thought to give him a second look."
"And ink." Vanessa purred and I looked back quickly.
Sure enough, across his entire shoulder blades from one side to the other was a big tattoo of what looked like a tribal design and I also spotted a tribal band armband around his large bicep. Brandon pulled off his baggy jeans and his legs were just as slender, now nicely muscled.
"....Come on girls, enough staring at my brother." But even I was having trouble looking away. Finally we were able to pull ourselves away and go back to the camp. I noticed that all the young ladies of the camp, and even a few at the surrounding camps were all starring when the boys came back. Brandon had left off his shirt.
"You see baby, you should stop wearing the baggy clothes. You look great!" Our mom said with a big smile. "Doesn't he look great honey?"
Dad looked up at him with the same expression he always had on his face when he looked at Brandon, blind dislike. Sometimes I thought it would be better if dad ignored him. "Whatever. You still look like an idiot with those things all over your back and arm."
Dad and Brandon didn't have what you would call a stable relationship. Dad hated him for some reason, but mom made up for it. She doted on her only son. Dad ignored his birthdays and didn't buy him anything for Christmas. When Brandon graduated, I heard dad didn't even go to his graduation. Brandon did have a male role model though. Uncle Randy always made sure and call him on his birthday and send him presents on Christmas. That may be why Dad hated Uncle Randy so much. Back then, I didn't understand it like I do now.
"Dad, will you lay off?" Brandon snarled.
"What did you say to me? I agree to let your friends come with you and this is how you talk to me? After I put a roof over your head and food in your mouth? Dad growled back.
"Mom does all of that and she insisted I bring friends, you didn't even want me to come!" Brandon said with tears standing in his eyes.
Here it comes, I thought bitterly, Camp Hell at last but mom intervened by shooting dad a dirty look that said "Someone isn't getting any tonight" and that ended that. After we all ate and retired to our tents the girls all sat up talking. Or well, Kimberly and Vanessa talked about Brandon and I pretended to be deaf.
It was a little after midnight when we heard a zipper quietly sliding and a rustle in the tents. We all peaked out and saw Brandon slipping out of his tent leaving behind his snoring friends and sneak off into the darkness.
"Now where could be be going?" Kimberly asked curiously.
