yosemite

My brother, sister, and I were playing in the river while camping in Yosemite with my mother and her boyfriend Jack. I was getting cold and snuck back into the middle room of our blue-canvas, three-room tent where our large leather suitcase laid on the floor near the back fabric wall. My mother had told us that her and Jack were going to be napping, so not to come back into the tent and wake them. I carefully unzipped the large silver zipper that croaked as I pulled it along the perimeter of the bag, and shuffled through the clothes. The fabric flap that separated me from the room next door started shaking and my mother was giggling obnoxiously. She must have heard the zipper and said, "Hello?" I answered, "Hello." My mother asked what I was doing in the tent so I said, "I'm changing." The rustling sounds behind the curtain hadn't stopped, and Jack shouted back at me, "Yeah... us too!" They both laughed. I walked over to the curtain flapping in front of me and opened it. There before me, was a large, blurry, hairy skin colored mass, tangled ontop of the sleeping bags. I walked out of the tent. My brother and sister were sitting at the picnic table outside. I walked over to them, my eyes wide and my face paralyzed. They asked, "What happened in there?" So I leaned in and whispered to them, "They were sexing."