Secret Society Summer Camp

Secret Society Summer Camp

I know some readers care about these things -

Homosexual acts between men are referenced, but not described.

Homosexual acts between women are explicitly described.

(Heterosexual acts between men and women are very explicitly described!)

As always, all characters are over 18.

The woodland cabins and holiday park described in the story are based on those at Center Parc in the UK and Europe. I recommend a quick look at their website if you are having problems visualising the location.

CHAPTER 1 - The invitation you can't refuse

CHAPTER 2 - Introductions and revelations

CHAPTER 3 - Seven minutes in Heaven

CHAPTER 4 - Public anointing

CHAPTER 5 - Seven years of waiting

CHAPTER 6 - Spending the first medal

CHAPTER 7 - The reading, the licking, the sucking and the picking

CHAPTER 8 - The first city and the final ceremony

EPILOGUE 1 - An unexpected text

EPILOGUE 2 - The reunion ceremony.

= = =

CHAPTER 1 - The invitation you can't refuse.

XANDER

"Are you two fighting again?"

Dad glared at both me and Amanda, my sister.

Amanda said nothing except giving me a pouty look.

"Xander?" Dad asked, his eyebrow raised, waiting for my response.

"Not about anything serious."

That was a lie. It was something serious. It just wasn't something I wanted to tell to our father.

How can I say "Oh yes, father. We are arguing because I discovered my sister (who you don't know is bisexual) was sending sexy messages to MY girlfriend. Including intimate photos. I know this, because I found the photos on my girlfriend's phone. But somehow Amanda blames me for looking through Gita's phone."

"Well, I don't want you two fighting." Dad said, trying to be stern. However much I loved my father, there was no way he could be stern. He was like those fathers from 80s movies. Caring, but soft and unthreatening.

"Your mum is tired after her business trip" Dad continued "so I don't want either of you upsetting her."

Mum was a vice-executive in some big cosmetics firm. She often left the country for international visits. Dad, on the other hand, barely left the house. To be fair, he didn't need to. He had his music studio built under the main house, and the recording artists travelled to us. Back before any of us were born, he was in a semi-famous trip-hop band. Hits on the US Hot 100 and the UK top 40, as well as being popular in Eastern Europe.

When our oldest sister Stefanie was born, Mum kept her jet-setting career, and Dad quit the band, instead becoming a record-producer. Since then I've been lucky enough to meet several celebrities when they come to our home to record. There is a photo of Bono from U2 holding me when I was just a baby in our hallway.

Stefanie was now living abroad at her university. Mum or Dad must have pulled some serious strings, because she didn't have the grades for it. We hadn't seen her face-to-face for over 5 months, and she already said she wasn't coming back for summer. So home was just Dad, Amanda, (myself) and occasionally Mum.

Mum joined us at the dining room table and we all got started on the dinner (Italian pasta with a side salad), Mum whispered something to Dad, and he gave her a nod.

"Now Xander, Amanda, please listen up for a second."

Both Amanda and I put down our forks to listen to him.

"This summer, we have a special treat for you both. You know the special retreat your mother and I go to every summer?"

We both nodded. Each year, for about 5 days, Mum and Dad went off together to a 'special retreat'. I guessed it was something new-age or hippy. They never talked about it. We just stayed home with babysitters over the 5 days. Usually I got a new computer game to keep me happy while they were gone, while Amanda got extra horse-riding lessons. Stefanie used to stay with us, until she hit 18. For the past two years she's stayed with friends instead.

"Well.." Mum continuing where Dad left off "You've both been accepted into their entry-level course. Now you are both 18. So while we are at the adult camp, you'll be just a short distance away from us."

This was news to me. I'd never even imagined going to the retreat with them.

"And what if I prefer to stay here?" Asked Amanda in a pretentious way.

I could already imagine what Amanda had been planning while Mum and Dad were out. I knew she was intimate with several male members of our college football team, as well as two of her fellow cheerleaders. I'd walked in on her once a few months ago. She said she was going to her room to practise cheers. I didn't know that cheers involved having two naked girls trying to eat one pussy at the same time.

"We are going to insist you try the camp. But if you REALLY don't like it after 48 hours, we will take you home. How's that sound?"

= = =

AMANDA

I couldn't believe it. Being forced to go to some stupid summer camp. When we were kids, they never let us go. We always had to stay in the house with various baby-sitters. Now we were 18, and we had to go with them!

I thought in my head about the plans I'd have to cancel. There was Simon and Edward of course. I'd planned to sleep with both of them at least once with Mum and Dad gone. They both knew I was fuck-buddies with the other. They were football team-mates after all. But I'd yet to get them to agree a threesome. That was my end-goal. I don't know why, but I'd fantasised about having more than one cock inside me, ever since I learned about cocks. A fantasy I was still waiting to fulfil. I'd even kept my anal virginity, despite their many pleadings and suggestions. Telling the boys the first time I feel a cock inside there, will be my first ever threesome.

The other plan for summer was 'cheer-practice'. I thought back to what I promised 'Mistress' Maria. Before I turned 18, I didn't have a clue what really went on in the cheer-leading group. When you are a 'junior', you just do what you are told and wave the pompoms as instructed. But when you hit 18, you become a 'senior'.

There is a secret hierarchy to the cheer-leading squad. Those above you are 'mistresses'. Each new senior is assigned to a specific mistress. And you have to please your mistress.

Mistress Maria was first to show me a woman's touch. How much better women were with their fingers and with their tongues.

And she taught me how to please her. And how to please other girls. She opened my eyes to the beauty of a woman.

But Mistress Maria also held control over me. She gave me 'homework'. She gave me 'tasks'. If I didn't fulfil the task, or didn't do my homework, my place on the cheer-leading team was in doubt. But if I kept her happy for another few months, I'd take her place when the next group of young cheerleaders became 18. I'd become a mistress.

And I wanted that.

My current homework was to turn a straight girl. But not just any girl. My brother's girlfriend, Gita.

I was already close. I'd given some bullshit excuse that I wanted to know her better because of her relationship with my brother Andrew.

Andrew. My "not my twin". We were both 18 now. We were 'Irish Twins' (though I hated that term). We were born only 8 months apart. Mum got pregnant quickly after having me. Andrew was born 2 months prematurely. So for 4 months each year, I'd have to say "Yes, we are both (insert age). No we aren't twins". It became almost a mantra.

Andrew had been dating Gita for over three years, though they only took their relationship to the 'next level' past kissing once they were both over 18. She was born here, but her parents were from India. I learned they'd moved to the next level, because Andrew is incredibly loud in bed! My parents and I in the living room could hear Andrew practically shouting in the bedroom "OH YEAH, OH YEAH" continuously, finishing with a "HERE IT GOES, HERE IT GOES!"

I thought it might only be the first time. But no. Every time Andrew and Gita went up to his room 'to study for a test' we'd hear him shouting all around the house.

I used that to tease Gita. To get our messaging conversation to move towards sex. To ask if she's slept with another man (she hasn't). If she's ever slept with a woman (she hasn't). If she's ever seen another woman's pussy. She hadn't...until I sent her photos of mine.

To my pleasure, she sent back photos of hers. Including one with sticky fingers.

I'd planned to sleep with her over the 5 days without our parents. To complete my homework. That was, until my brother found the photos on Gita's phone.

(How did he know it was my pussy in the photos? Because I was stupid. I hid my face. But I didn't, however, blur my background. He recognised the posters in my bedroom.)

Gita, understandably 'broke up' with him for this invasion of privacy.

And now Xander and I weren't really speaking.

And I had to find a new way to finish my homework.

After our parents have dragged us away to their stupid retreat.

= = =

CAMP DAY 1 - ARRIVAL

XANDER

Two weeks later, and we all got in the family car for the long trip to the camp. Dad wouldn't say exactly where the retreat was.

Eventually, we saw it. It was one of those standard holiday parks! The type with little houses "in the woods" but all connected together by nice little roads and with on-site restaurants, swimming pools and sports areas. That pretends to be 'in nature' but everything is carefully managed and controlled.

Our car joined the queue of cars to enter, and after about twenty minutes, we got to the front of the queue. A man with a clip-board welcomed us.

"Hi there! Can I get your identifications please?"

"Hi!" Dad replied in a very friendly way, handing over some pieces of paper. "Max isn't it? I'm Daniel Frost, Red Monkey level. And this is Petunia Frost, nee Richardson, Blue Penguin level."

Mum interrupted him. "Blue Walrus level dear. I was Penguin last year."

"I've got you both, don't worry. And your back-seat passengers?"

The man looked at Amanda and I with a smile so friendly it became unnerving.

"Applicants. This is my daughter Amanda, and my youngest, my son Xander."

"Abigail Frost and Xander Frost. Wonderful. You remember where to take them?"

"Unless it's changed recently, we know the way. We brought our oldest, Stefanie, to join two years ago."

"Oh, Stefanie Frost is your daughter!" The man with the clipboard said in surprise. "I swapped a medal with her last year. No, the building hasn't changed. Sorry, I've got to go. Lots of people to process. Catch up with you both later."

As Dad drove the car forward into the main campsite, Amanda asked the questions I was thinking. "You didn't tell us you brought Stefanie here? And what did he mean 'swapped a medal'?"

Mum answered soothingly. "We couldn't tell you. Rules of the society. Rules you'll both have to learn. And you'll learn about medals soon enough."

Amanda tried to ask more questions, but mum 'tutted' at her, refusing to answer any more questions. Amanda pulled out her phone and quickly started texting someone.

I just stared out the window, looking at the people. The other new arrivals for the camp.

Many people I didn't know.

Some people I'd seen and met in Dad's recording studio. A few famous musicians. A lot more pop-stars. Even that soap-opera actor who tried and failed to have a music career.

Others I knew from the celebrity news, TV shows and movies. A woman from the newest superhero film. An actor who was in a series I liked (until they killed off his character). An older man who reads the national news.

The place was full of celebrities!

Amanda nudged me, and showed me her mobile phone. It was a short text conversation with Stefanie.

HEY! WE JUST ARRIVED WITH MUM + DAD AT THEIR RETREAT. U DIDN'T TELL ME U WENT 2 YEARS AGO. ANYTHING I SHOULD KNOW??

It usually takes her a while to reply. But this time she replied almost instantly.

HAVE A GOOD TIME, AND KEEP YOURSELF OPEN. ESPECIALLY HAVE AN OPEN MIND

I pushed the phone back to Amanda and gave her a shrug. I had no idea what it meant.

Dad stopped our car outside a small chalet at the far end of the camp. There were two 'woodland chalets' here. A small lodge, maybe with only one or two bedrooms, and a much larger one. This one looked like it had six or even eight bedrooms. It seemed like these two lodges had been deliberately built far away from all the other lodges. At least 10 minutes walk, though it was only a couple of minutes in the car.

Mum and Dad gave us our bags, and hugs, and told us to go into the big lodge. They waved to us from the car as we walked in the door.

They knew we were about to change our lives, and our family, forever.

Another clipboard. This time held by a young woman about two years older than me. She was in shorts and a tight top that almost couldn't contain her large breasts. Around her neck, dangling down to her chest, was a thick necklace with a large medallion. It was green, with a parrot pictured on the medallion.

"Hi!" she said sweetly. "Can I get your names?"

"Um...Xander and Amanda Frost?"

"Wonderful!" she said, her smile almost too wide. "Welcome to the application process. I'm Christine. Are you connected to Stefanie Frost by any chance?"

"She's our older sister," I replied cautiously.

"Wonderful!" The woman repeated the word in the exact same tone as before. "She was in my application year. We shared this very lodge, just like you will this year!"

"Um...OK?" I replied, unsure what to say next.

"I think we are only waiting for one more person. Go and introduce yourselves to the others here." She pointed to the communal living room / kitchen where others were standing awkwardly.

The 'others' were a pair of identical twin sisters. Both dressed up in gothic clothing and even make-up whitened faces. Both girls were slightly on the larger side, though they only came up to my shoulder regarding height. They introduced themselves as Emily and Mira Smith. They were 18, like us.

The other person there was a guy who was also 18, though compared to me, he looked much younger. His face was still full of acne and his arms were so thin they looked like they might snap if he tried to lift weights. He introduced himself shyly as "Samuel".

While we waited, I had a quick look around the lodge. It was on one floor, with eight bedrooms spreading out from the central living-room / kitchen like points on a star. Each bedroom I peaked my head into seemed to have a double bed, and an on-suite bedroom with a shower. There didn't seem to be any differences between the rooms.

I could see outside there was a decking area with a table, as well as a small nearby wooden building with a sign on the door saying 'sauna'.

The living room / kitchen combo was exactly as you might imagine for a large group. It had three sofas as well as two large fridge-freezers. In one corner of the room was a pool table. Not full sized, but big enough to give a fun game. However, at the moment, my sister, the twins and Samuel were all just chatting in the kitchen area while enjoying some fruit-juice from the fridge.

A large black guy walked through the door and spoke with Christine and her clipboard. Amanda's eyes seemed to be on him straight away. After a moment he joined us and introduced himself as "Jerome". He too, was apparently 18, though he looked more like twenty or twenty two.

I overheard Christine pull out an old-fashioned walkie-talkie. "This is the applicant lodge. All here. Over."

Then she called us all over to the centre of the living room. From a cupboard holding cleaning supplies, she brought out a large metal box.

"I'd like you all to turn off your mobile phones and put them in here please. I promise you can all have them back in a few days. Along with anything that possesses a camera. So any tablets or laptops."

Both Amanda and I hadn't brought anything like that at our parents' insistence, but both Jerome and Samuel had laptops.

We watched as Christine closed the metal box and sealed it with a simple zip tie with a printed number on it.

Putting the metal box to the side, she pulled out her walkie-talkie again and radioed "All collected. Ready when you are... over."

From the main door of the lodge came two people.

The first one was just another guy in his early twenties. He was tall and looked in good shape, with the style of haircut that suggested he was a finance worker. His pale skin confirmed the whole 'office worker' look, despite him currently wearing shorts and t-shirt. Around his neck was a medallion necklace too, similar to Christine's. His, however, was orange, and showed a beaver.

The second person was the one that really caught our attention. They were in robes. The type of robes that you might see a catholic priest wearing, or some weird cult members. It was indigo, that sort of dark blue / purple colour, covering their whole body. A hood pulled over, covering their head. At first I didn't even know if the person was male or female. Only that they were older, and short. They took their time to walk in, carefully judging each step.

It was only when they got closer, I recognized the person under the hood.

= = =

CHAPTER 2 - Introductions and revelations

AMANDA

It was grandma! Mum's mum!

When she was in the living room, and the door was closed behind us, she pulled down the hood and gave us all a friendly smile.

"Hello again Amanda, Xander. It's good to see you both" she said in her usual kind, friendly way. This was so strange!

"To everyone else who doesn't know me" she continued "My name is Pearl Richardson. Though, for these five days, you should address me as "The Indigo Lady". And let me introduce Christine and Marcus. They will be your guides for the next few days. They can answer some, though not all, of your questions, as well as give emotional support."

Christine gave a small wave, and the hot man who arrived with Grandma said "Hi Everyone! So happy to meet you all."

"Marcus," grandma said "Please hand out the welcome gifts."

From the back-pockets of his shorts, Marcus handed out six brown envelopes. We all opened them, finding money inside. A large amount of money. I counted five thousand in £50 notes. I couldn't believe it. They just 'hand out' 5 grand as welcome gifts!

"This is a small gift" Grandma said "as a 'welcome' gift. And to show you a bit about who we are here."

"Who are you? I mean, with the robes and weird necklaces and all?!" The question came from one of the twin girls.

"A very good question. Let me answer with a question - Have you ever wondered who decided what clothes are in fashion this year? Or who decides which celebrity is popular and who is not? Who decides if a company's share price will go up or down? That's us."

"Illuminati" said Samuel. I think he wanted to whisper, but we all heard it.

"Not quite" answered grandma. "They copied us. So did the freemasons and others you may have heard of. We are the original. But before we continue, I'd like you all to put that money in your bags, and follow me outside."

I quickly put the money into my pink suitcase and followed Grandma and Christine out the door.

We only walked for thirty seconds, to the next lodge. The small little one.

An older black man was standing beside it, waiting for us. He had a medallion necklace too, of a red lion. I watched Christine pass him the metal box of phones and laptops.

"This is Henry. He will be looking after this lodge for us. Hopefully, he's going to have a very boring week. But he is here if you need. If at any time, you don't feel comfortable, and want to leave, just come to this lodge. He has a bedroom all made up for you. You will stay isolated for twelve hours or so. And if you still want, after that, your families will pick you up and take you away."

"BUT"

Grandma's voice suddenly became more cold and authoritative.