into my sleeping bag with a small book and light, closed the tinted glass windows of the shell and relaxed. Not
twenty minutes later I hear Anna’s voice, filled with frustration, call out “Dad! I can’t get this stupid thing up. It’s
too dark!” Her voice was angry, annoyed, and only slightly muffled. She must have been nearby. The
response came from much farther away. While I could hear someone speaking, I could not make the words.
It didn’t matter anyways. I went back to my book.
Before I could truly get back into the groove of reading, the rear of the shell opened and Anna began climbing
inside. She must not have realized I was there for when she saw me she reeled back to her heels and paused.
“Your dad said I could sleep here tonight since I can’t get my tent up.”
I glanced around at the unused space around me and shrugged. She looked around sheepishly, as though
she knew she was doing something she shouldn’t, before climbing into the bed. She had on a gray long sleeve
shirt with a loose fitting round neck. Where I was laying combined with her angle and my small book light
afforded me an unobstructed view down her top. I could see her smooth white skin and a little black bra—
maybe an A-cup or a very small B.
After climbing in and closing the glass behind her, she went about extracting her sleeping bag from its stuff
sack. She was doing this still bent over, oblivious to the show she was giving me. This was the most I had
seen of any real live girl and I was entranced. I’m not sure how long I stared, but eventually my eyes shifted to
hers and I realized she was watching me with the hint of a knowing smile. She made no move to cover herself.
I wasn’t going to avoid pitching a tent after all that night, and I turned to my side to hide my main pole. There
was a giggle behind me as she laid out her bag and squirmed inside. I was surprised to notice she had the
same bag as I, though her’ was in red beside the black one I slept in. I reached out and turned off the light. I
focused on breathing slow and calmly, silently pleading with my pocket rocket to subside. Every time she
moved, it reminded me that she was there and the sight I was treated to and my soldier would stand at full
attention. Eventually I drifted off into a fevered horny sleep.
Morning came with a bang. Julie was pounding on the glass yelling for Anna to get up. Anna rose sleepily, her
face a mixture of sleep and confusion. She looked around then found me quietly watching her. I quickly looked
away in a poor attempt at pretending I wasn’t staring. I knew I was caught. She didn’t say anything though. Just
moved to climb out of the truck.
I lay in my bag a moment longer, thinking about what I should do with my day. I decided it would be a day of
fishing and reading. Normally I don’t fish, but it’s what I do while camping and it affords me plenty of time to
read. Multitasking right? First I had to set up my tent—no sense in putting that off anymore.
Wandering into the main camp I was greeted by one of my older brothers dumping some fried eggs into a