My father has always been a big camper. Usually when we were little we went camping for the day because there was always an infant and my mother didn't want to spend the night. As we got older my father took us on overnight camping trips. We were small, eight, nine etc. and we stayed at public camp sites, and there were always restrooms. Then when I was thirteen my father decided to take my older brother and me up country on a full nature hike and camp. He said we were being initiated.

Well we got out there and set up camp and the first thing we do is hike about a mile over to this stream and my father tells us how when he was a kid they came up here and they fished and how much we were going to like it. But there are no bathrooms. No, now you take your roll with you and small plastic bag and go find a bush or a rock and squat and wipe yourself and put he dirty TP in the plastic bag and when you get back to camp you put the small plastic bag in a larger plastic bag for all the dirty TP. My brother acts like it is no big deal, but to me it is a big deal. Going number 1 is bad enough, but number 2 is horrifying.

My brother and I go hiking and we have on packs. In the packs we each have to carry our own TP and plastic bags, if you go you carry your plastic bags back to camp. We are out of camp about two hours and I have to go number one. I wait and wait and finally I tell my brother I have to go. He goes and clears a space behind this bush and tells me to go there, and he stands in front of the bush while I am supposed to go. I am supposed to push my pants down and squat and look at my brother while I go. I can't go but I tell him I did and we keep hiking. I start to leak, little by little I can't hold it in. I finally give up hope and go behind this bush and just let it all go, getting my shoes and my pants wet. I am on a slight hill so I am falling backwards and I can't get my pack off my back so I yell for him. I am screaming, my brother who was 15 at the time comes over behind the bush and just looks at me squatting with everything to see and starts laughing, giving me some of his TP. I am so embarrassed, but he makes it worse telling me he has seen me naked so many times.

While I am wiping myself, including my legs and pants he just whips it out and standing in front of me pees straight into the puddle of where I peed. I am still squatting, his penis right in my face and he is telling me that I should have been a boy and not a sister. I manage to get myself dry and he has to take my hand to help me stand, he stands me up straight and reaches down to pull my panties up and I stand there with my hands on his shoulders until he gets my panties and my pants up and then I zip them up and buckle my belt. After that experience I became his little sister for life.