Hot Summer of '22 Pt. 01

DISCLAIMER.

This is the very first story I have written down. All characters are 18+ and entirely fictional. This is just a fantasy I dreamed up while on a trip to Paris, sitting alone in a hot hotel room.

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It is the beginning of summer 2022, most of the covid19 measures have been lifted. This year we can go on a proper vacation again. Ever since the pandemic started we haven’t been able to go out on a longer trip. Sure there were a few day trips but nothing special or noteworthy here. This year I want to make up for all the things canceled and all the events I missed. So it should be clear I have been looking forward to this summer quite a lot.

Here in the north-west of Germany where we live the weather is already starting to get pleasant. We live in a regular house in a not-so-big town in an agricultural area.

When I say we, I mean my parents, my older sister, my younger sister, and me.

My parents are 54 and 52.

My older sister Abby is 27, she lives part time with us and part time near her job. She is an assistant teacher and has a side job in administration.

My younger sister Bella is 19, turning 20 soon. She is an arts student.

I am Chris, I am 25, I study architecture and urban planning. Where some stories go all for the extreme muscles and big superpower dicks I want to keep this more real. I am not superman, my penis is not 20 feet long. A few years ago I put on a bit too much weight, but since then I put my mind to it and got back into decent shape. Partly because I was looking forward to going on vacation again, but mostly I just wanted to feel confident about myself. Still not athletic or very muscular, but I am looking good again. The belly is gone, the first muscles are starting to show slightly.

I have my blond hair trimmed short, where before I used to have it get a bit longer to the point where it started to curl. My beard is not that blond, I don’t really have the proper words for it, but it is somewhat copper-brown-blond. Where some people have trouble growing a beard I have a very strong beard, it runs in the family I guess.

But about that vacation again. I wanted to go do all the things I missed from previous vacations. Kayaking trips, swimming in nature, visiting old villages, exploring castles, climbing mountains, not the rock climbing kind but more like hiking. So I wanted to go to France. The areas I have been looking at were mainly in the eastern part of France, some close to the German and Swiss border. Where some people want to sit with hundreds of other tourists next to a blue swimming pool, or lay for hours on a beach, I tend to explore less touristy countries. We still have a couple of really good tents from years before, so I have tested the one I preferred, a relatively large pyramid shaped cotton tent. None of that plastic rubbish, real quality that keeps cool in hot weather and keeps you warm when the cold sets in. I’ve collected most of the things I needed to take anyway. But now that it is certain we can go without any covid19 restrictions I can go asking people to come along with me. I like to be in control of the vacation, people can tag along, but I make the decisions, I try to let others have a say but in the end I always just get to make the decisions so I learned to just plan it myself.

To get to France I arranged to take the family car, so I could take four other people along.

First to ask was my friend Daniel who I have known for years. He is a strong chap, but a bit short for German standards. He should be about 170cm, where I am 187cm tall. To all people who use the feet inch measurements that should correlate to 5’6 and 6’1 respectively.

“France you say? Of course man. We go camping right, with tents? Last time I went with a tent instead of that old caravan,” Daniel said while sitting next to me.

“Yeah I have seen some campsites near Lyon. Not really near Lyon itself but that general area.”

“Alright, I’ve never been there. Paris and the Normandy beaches are the only places I’ve ever visited. I think I was 3 or 4 when my parents went there but I don’t remember any of that.” Daniel was taking a sip from his drink and looking at the water’s edge while saying that.

“It shouldn’t be too hard to find a camping spot at a river so we can chill just like here,” I said to him knowing he quite liked swimming.

“Nice, it is good to cool off in the water. Doesn’t that part of France get quite hot?”

After discussing when we could go and when he should be back we decided that we could go there for 2 full weeks. Daniel pulled out his phone to look at the weather forecast.

“Do you have a suggestion for who else might want to come with us?” I asked.

“Well Kevin is going with his girlfriend to Greece, Mitchell only has time for one week. I know that might work but he could also be a hassle to arrange, George, Peter, Paul and Anna all have plans. Maybe Sander? Or Achmed? Oh we could ask Eva. But ask Achmed first.”

“Why Achmed first?” I asked

“He really wants to get away from all his family drama, you have heard what’s going on right? Besides he has never been to France, Sander and Eva have.”

“I probably have to take my sister Bella along as well. They canceled her trip to Paris and her friends ditched their plans last week. She was feeling quite bad about it.”

“Sure, she’s nice. She is the youngest right? What is Abby doing this summer? I would rather have your sisters along than my sister or brother.”

“I don’t know. But if you want her to come then Sander is not an option,” I said.

“Can I ask why”

“I probably shouldn’t tell you, Sander and my sister aren’t exactly on good terms. If you want to hear that whole episode you should ask them. It’s not for me to say.”

Daniel and I discussed it further until the sun started to slowly disappear behind the tall trees surrounding the local lake where our town went to go swimming. Daniel would arrange Achmed or Eva and he told me to take both Abby and Bella. We would meet next weekend at Daniels place and leave either Monday or Tuesday. The weather got hot and rainy. It’s that kind of weather when you always feel sweaty and bothered. It felt like the last week until we would leave took double the time.

Bella was relieved that she got to go abroad. She doesn’t want to go by herself and everyone else has other plans. Abby would come along but she made clear she would do her own things, she would mostly just chill at the camp site and read or make some friends. Daniel contacted me to say that Eva would come, and Achmed had made plans with Paul and Anna.

I did not know Eva too well, I had met her a couple of times but never got to really know her. Daniel told me she was the same age as him, being born just a couple of hours apart, both 24 years old now.

So there is our group.

Abby, Bella, Eva, Daniel and me.

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The weekend finally came and I drove to Daniel’s place. The car was already loaded with most of the basic camping equipment. On the way I picked up Bella and the luggage she wanted to bring. Abby and Eva would arrive there late on Sunday.

So Daniel and I played some games Saturday evening and brought each other up-to-date while Bella went to have a few drinks with a couple of old friends.

Early in the morning Bella returned to Daniel’s place, or so she told us. We were asleep and never noticed her. She had just taken off her jacket, bra, and pants and dropped on the couch.

When I woke up to the sound of Daniel taking a shower I decided to firstly check if Bella had returned safely. As I walked out of the bedroom I could hear Bella softly mumbling in her sleep. She seemed to have a pleasant dream, but as I walked closer I could also smell the alcohol she must have had to drink. Our parents had taught us how to drink responsibly, but they probably wouldn’t appreciate having Bella drink and just return home and just drop on the couch without pants on. Bella and Daniel weren’t exactly friends, but they knew each other well enough not to be bothered by such things.

But the smell of alcohol was not the thing that shocked me. Bella had taken off her bra, a bright orange balconette bra. Above the cups there was thin lace in a flower pattern. There were two gold coloured rings working in between the cups, they would definitely have caught many eyes since Bella wore a very low cut white shirt. She must have wanted people to look down at her cleavage. The bright orange bra with a gold accent paired with a low cut white shirt?

As I looked over Bella’s sleeping body I found that her panties did not match with the bra. Were these panties? Or would one call this a thong? There wasn’t much material covering her, and what material there was, it wasn’t very thick.

I wondered if she had dressed up a bit slutty for the people at the bar, or maybe for Daniel. If she had wanted to cover up here on the couch there was a thin blanket that would have covered everything, instead she chose to expose herself like this.

“If any of you want to take a shower go ahead,” Daniel said as he was leaving the bathroom. “Might help you with that hangover Bella.”

I quickly pulled back my hand from the bra and pretended to have found an interesting magazine. Had Daniel just caught me watching my little sister?

Bella slowly lifted her head in acknowledgement. “Thanks, can you get me something cold to drink?”

Daniel pulled orange juice out of the fridge and gave us a glass. “There you go.”

Bella stretched out to take the glass. Daniel smiled in return, he must have had a good look down her shirt.

“I wish the guys at the bar were as nice, it was nice to hang out with my friends again, but the guys there were just annoying,” she said while eying Daniels’ shining upper body. He wore his shorts and had his shirt casually hanging over his shoulder, clearly he had already put on sunscreen. You could smell it. I don’t know how one would describe the smell of sunscreen, it is so unique, but it smelled exciting, the smell of exposed skin.

Bella collected her pants and headed for the bathroom, forgetting her bra.