Chapter 11

“That’s hardly fair,” I shrugged. It was worth a try. “I was kind of looking forward to having backrubs on command and someone to clip and file my fingernails for me,” I said. I was usually shy and didn’t engage in family conversation like this, but after yesterday I felt a boost to my confidence.

“Oh, it would be worth it to take this bet just to wipe the smug look off of your face, Jason,” my Aunt appeared tempted.

“If I lost, then you would have to teach me to make all your Brazilian recipes, though, because I can barely manage a grilled cheese sandwich, and I’d love to know how to cook,” I said. I wasn’t particularly interested in cooking, but that sounded like a super plausible reason for me to take this risk. I think everyone bought it.

“Yes, and if you lost, then you would have to give me a great back rub on command whenever I need it too! Just like you did the other day when you put lotion on my back!”

My Mom was surprised that I had done that. She and Audrey had been fetching the cooler when I did. She asked if I had really applied lotion to my Aunt’s back. My mom didn’t make it sound like it was scandalous or naughty – more like she was surprised I’d do something for my Aunt.

“Oh yeah, he did,” My Aunt said it was fantastic. She asked Brunna to confirm if I gave a great shoulder rub.

“He didn’t give me a back rub,” she pouted. Her natural lisp made it sound like she wished that I had.

“Oh, you’ll definitely have to give at least your mother and me a good shoulder rub when you apply lotion to our backs, and when I win, then you’ll have to do it on command!”

“Not for everyone else!” I protested. I was roleplaying my reluctance.

“Who do you think you are setting the table and cooking for? Just me? It would be in my direction, but it’s for everyone else.”

“I haven’t lost, and you’d have to do the same thing!”

“I already wash the clothes, clean up, and do half of the cooking, Jason,” my Aunt shrugged.

“Wait, I’d have to wash clothes?” I laid it on, thinking that I was having doubts.

“I’d be nice and say only for two weeks and not the entire summer. What do you say? Are you a chicken like your mother, or are you willing to make a bet?”

The others waited apprehensively for me to answer.

“I’ll take that bet,” I shook on it even as my Mom was warning me that I would regret this. I assured her that I wouldn’t, and I meant that.

As soon as I made the bet, I did something that worked out in my favor. “Wait, I do not want to have to give backrubs at the water park, though. People will laugh at me if they saw me rubbing my Mom’s shoulders!”

“You already agreed to the bet, Jason! No takebacks,” my Aunt insisted. I had subtly made it obvious that I was reluctant, and I think that took some of the creepiness factor out of it.

My Aunt agreed. We called two Ubers to take us to the water park again. My Aunt pointed out that we should rent a car for the summer, and we could use that to get around in. “We’d still have eight people in one car.”

“We just get a big SUV and slide in,” my Aunt said as she got into the back of the Uber with me. My Mom took the front seat. Hector sat next to me. Audrey and Brunna rode with their dads.

Hector laughed and told me that I had made a huge mistake agreeing to that bet. “My mom will run you ragged.”

“I haven’t lost,” I assured him.

“Honey, there is a reason I didn’t take that bet with your Aunt. You’d better hope there is no one in a more daring bikini at the water park today,” my mother warned me. She looked in the back seat and implored my Aunt to let me out of the bet.

“A bet is a bet; Jason needs to learn not to think he is smarter than his Aunt Gloria!”

“Wait a minute, maybe we should rethink the bet?”

I had no intention of backing out. I even texted my Aunt that I thought this was a clever idea.

She texted, “I thought your Mom would take the bait and accept the bet. It was obvious to me she was not going to go for it. You stepped in and salvaged it, which is in our favor. I had no idea you were so devious. I just hope we find some way for you to lose the bet.”

All the while, she teased me playfully about how she’d have a thousand chores for me to do. “You’ll carry my shower bag to and from the shower and wait for me when I am done to carry it back.”

“Mom! That’s mean,” Hector insisted.

“It will teach your cousin not to mess around with a Brazilian,” she said.

“Hey, when I win, you’ll still show me how to cook Brazilian food?” I offered brightly.

I decided to pretend to be a good sport in case I accidentally won.

“If you really wanted to learn to cook Brazilian food, you should have just asked, Jason. I would have been happy to teach you! But now, I’ll have my own personal chef, and you’ll have to cook it my way!”

My Mom rolled her eyes. “I should have taken the bet when you first ordered it, and then none of this would have happened,” my Mom shrugged.

“You should have,” my Aunt agreed.

“No one wants to see me in a thong,” my Mom assured her.

“This isn’t even a thong. A thong is just a delicate string down the ass crack,” my Aunt explained that her bikini was more of a T-bar because it had a small triangular patch of cloth at the base of the spine. Gloria playfully teased me that we’d probably see one of those at the water park when I lost. She also assured my Mom that my father would love it if she wore a sexy bikini.

“I think Clark would rather look at younger girls,” my Mom openly admitted.

“So what? Jose looks at younger girls all the time. I look at younger girls and guys! There is no harm in looking, Ellen. As long as he is with you!”

My Mom seemed a little skeptical but didn’t argue the point.

When we arrived, my Aunt told me and Hector to carry the cooler into the water park. “You’d better get used to following my instructions,” she teased me playfully.

“Hey, maybe he should learn to carry it by himself,” Hector chuckled as he helped me retrieve it from the trunk of the Uber driver’s car.

“Help your cousin,” Gloria said. “He hasn’t lost, and I do not want you trying to boss him around when I win.”

“Don’t worry, Hector. When I win, I’ll let you borrow your Mom and take her for long walks around the campground.”

Hector laughed so hard he nearly dropped his end of the cooler. “Maybe I could put a leash around her neck!”

“Yeah, a 10-foot lead with a rope, so she can walk way out in front of you?” I visualized my Aunt in a sexy bikini, with a dog tail butt plug sticking out of the back, being walked by her son. I am sure Hector’s imaginary version wasn’t quite so graphic.

“I was going to be nice and not hold you to your bet when you lost, but now I may just loan you to your mother to do extended foot rubs.”

“Oh my god, that would be amazing!” my Mom reacted to the offer instinctively. “Sorry Jason, I am sure that would be torture for you to rub my calloused feet, but I would actually like that.”

“Gross, doesn’t Dad do that?” I wasn’t really acting. I didn’t enjoy rubbing my Aunt’s feet. I had done it because there were other benefits after I did. I was certain I wouldn’t enjoy rubbing my mother’s feet.

My Mom’s silence was enough to indicate that he didn’t.

We stood in line to get in. My father had purchased ‘annual’ passes because they were cheaper for return visits, even though we didn’t plan to be in Bossier for much longer. They also owned several other parks around the area that we might visit.

I kept scanning the line for women that might be wearing a smaller bikini than my Aunt. She had on a skimpy bikini, and she filled it out well, but they certainly made smaller ones.

“Hey, one good thing about this bet,” Hector joked. “We get to look at as many girls as we like, and we can say we are doing it for Science.”

“Hector!” my Mom scolded him before chuckling a little and conceding his point. “Don’t ogle them. If you see a woman wearing something more revealing, just come and find us.”

“Oh no, I want you to sit your little butt in the sand right next to me at our Cabana and wait and watch so that when I win, you can immediately start rubbing our feet while we drink Margaritas!” my Aunt sounded a little ruthless.

“Gloria!” my Mom exclaimed in the same exasperated manner as she just had to Hector. “Let the boys run around the park and have fun!”

“Why? When he loses the bet, he’ll be right there at the Cabana to keep our drinks filled and re-apply suntan lotion.”

“He can’t get us drinks. He’s not old enough to go up the bar.”

“The drinking age in Brazil is 18,” my Aunt scoffed.

“Jason is not even 18,” my Mom reminded her.

“I don’t think it matters in Brazil. If the bartender sees that it is for your parents, they’ll just let you have the drink. You know how it was when we were growing up.”

“Yeah, well, that won’t fly here in the States.”

“I guess we’ll just have to think of another bet to get Jose and Clark to fetch us Margaritas?” my Aunt offered conspiratorially.

“And foot rubs!” my Mom agreed. She genuinely smiled and laughed at my Aunt’s joke. I liked that she was having fun with it.

“And back rubs!” my Aunt added.

“You really don’t have to give me a back rub, by the way,” my Mom turned to me graciously. We were still standing in line to get in. “I know it’s embarrassing to be seen with me, much less doing something like that. You can run around the park. Your Aunt and I are just joking.”

“I am not joking,” my Aunt said but softened a little. “If we don’t see any cute little girls walking around in a string bikini in the first hour, then you can go off with Hector and look all you want on your own.”

“Okay, so ONLY if we see a cute little girl wearing a thong, you win? Because I assumed we’d see at least one fat girl.”

Hector laughed about that and suggested that’s probably what we would see.

“Any girls will count, but I will make you a deal, Jason. It’s obvious you made a mistake making a bet, and now you are having doubts. If you want to call it quits right here before we go in, then I’ll agree to make you my fetch-and-step do-boy for ONE day, and we’ll call off the bet. If you continue, though, it’s for two whole weeks, and I do not want to hear one complaint.”

My Mom’s look implored me to accept my Aunt’s deal. “You are probably better off taking the deal, Jason.”

“I am going to let it ride! I really want to see Hector walk his Mom on a dog leash,” I played it off like it was a joke.

“Ha-ha, well, I wouldn’t crawl around and bark,” My Aunt joked back and winked at me. “Don’t say that I wasn’t fair and didn’t give you plenty of options to back out.”

I was excited. All I had to do was lose the bet. Unfortunately, even though the place was busy, and there was lots of sun-kissed girly flesh at the water park – it was also the bible belt. There wasn’t anyone who had on a risqué’ bikini.

There were tubby moms in one-piece swimsuits, teeny-bopper girls with arm floaties and SpongeBob-themed bikinis, and older women like my Mom in conservative off-the-shelf Walmart one-pieces.

“Sometimes I think you want to LOSE this bet,” my Mom acknowledged.

“Even if I lost, I guess I’d learn how to cook. I wanted to help out in any way around the RV. You and Aunt Gloria do so much for us.”

“Did I ever tell you what a good kid you are, Jason?” my Mom kissed me very quickly.

“Yeah, you are a good boy,” Gloria leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. She let it linger just a split second longer than my mother had. “It’s going to be a pity that I am going to make you stay at the RV to wash clothes while the rest of us go have fun!”

“Now, wait a minute, Gloria!” my Mom intervened. “If Jason wants to foolishly agree to this bet, that’s fine, but he is my son. He can do chores when we are back at the RV, but we aren’t going to exclude him from family fun days like this. That would be too cruel. He isn’t Cinderella.”

“He wants to let Hector walk me around the campground on a dog leash!!”

“I am sure he is only joking about that,” my Mom smiled. I could tell she was visualizing it too. “Be that as it may...”

“Fine, you’ll be everywhere I am. If I decide to go shopping by myself, you’ll be right there to push my shopping cart though.”

My Mom compromised and agreed because she said that it was likely Gloria would be with the rest of the family.

I couldn’t be more excited to lose a bet, although the prospect of winning seemed interesting as well.

“Wait a minute,” I decided to negotiate myself into a slightly worse position. “It’d be like yesterday, where I had to try on clothes you pick out and eat wherever you decide to go?”

“Yep!”

“That’s not fair. I do not have the money for an Uber. I’d make you go with me to video game stores, bookstores, libraries, all the boring stuff I want to do! And you’d have to eat whatever I pick out for you.”

“Jason, don’t dig yourself into a deeper hole. I’ve already seen two ladies who were wearing outfits almost as skimpy as the one your Aunt has on. Just take the deal and do this for one day,” my Mom reasoned.

“Oh no, that deal is off the table. I thought you had fun going with me yesterday?” my Aunt glared at me. I wasn’t sure if she realized that I was just pretending for my Mom and Hector’s benefit. We were almost at the gate.

“All you did was talk about what good kids Hector and Brunna are and look at Toothbrushes and clothes. At least you could take me to a strip club or something,” I decided to signal to my Aunt that I wasn’t really serious.

“Jason!!!” my Mom scolded me.

“The only strip club that you are going to is one where you strip the old paint from the Winnebago and put on a fresh coat.”

“Gloria!!” my Mom scolded her sister.

“Okay, fine, but Jason, if you lose this bet and then feel like being lazy and try to back out, I am going to do you exactly like I do Brunna and spank your butt in front of everyone.”

My dick started to get hard in my tiny swimming trunks. I looked at my Mom.

“She can’t do that, right?”

“I knew it! You are talking a lot of shit about making this bet. Why would you worry about being spanked if you don’t plan to backslide when you lose?” Gloria accused me.

“You can’t spank my son’s ass, Gloria,” my Mom said emphatically. Before Gloria could protest that, my Mom turned to me and said, “Son, I’ve warned you twice that you are going to lose this bet. You made your bed. If you lose and you get lazy, then I’ll spank your butt myself.”

My cock twitched and spasmed a little in my shorts. It was entirely involuntary.

Hector and Gloria giggled.

“I get to spank your butt if you get lazy!” I came across like I was having a lot of doubts about this deal. That was entirely natural. I was questioning why my Mom’s threat turned me on so much.

“I’d probably enjoy a good spanking, but I doubt you could spank your way out of a wet paper bag, Jason,” My Aunt said quite seriously. Hector giggled. My Mom was obviously going to put her foot down about me spanking my Aunt. She didn’t have to do that, though. “I am not lazy. I already clean, cook and do it without complaint. If your Mom wasn’t here, I’d do it all for my family, so I am NOT at all worried about losing this bet. In fact, I’d like to lose because then your Mom doesn’t have to do bupkis for TWO whole weeks. You’ll have a taste of what it’s like to clean up and cook for eight people, so you can appreciate it, and whether I win or lose, she’ll have a short break before doing what she does thanklessly every day for everyone else.”