Chapter 12

The warm Louisiana sun beat down on my back as my Aunt straddled my lower back. I could feel the wetness of her labia as she stretched her body over me.

Brunna seemed oblivious to what was happening between me and her mom. She absent-mindedly sang, “Cuz I am all about that bass, all about that bass, no treble.”

The song was obviously still stuck in her head. That was funny because the catchy pop tune was stuck in mine too.

“I am bringing booty baaaaaaack,” my Aunt joined in. “Go ahead and tell them skinny bitches that! No, I’m just playing. I know y’all think you’re fat. But I’m here to tell you, Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top!” Gloria bounced lightly on my back and tapped her ass like it was sizzling.

“Hey, when I win, can I order you to sing any song I want?” I laughed.

My Aunt smacked my butt playfully. The others didn’t interject. Instead, we all sang along to the tune.

“Because you know I’m all about that bass, ‘Bout that bass, no treble, (Said) I’m all about that bass, ‘bout that bass, no treble!”

My mom and Aunt sucked down their frozen daiquiris through straws and bopped their heads to imaginary beats of music in their heads.

“Hey, I thought I ordered this daiquiri without the daiquiri?” Gloria teased my mom.

“I may have to try one of those,” my mom laid back down on the lounge chair she had been on and surprised me. She untied her bikini top. It was a small act, but probably significant for her.

“Jason, you can’t order me drinks here, but when I win the bet, I’ll teach you to make a proper Brazilian Mojito on the RV and can make me those.”

My mom didn’t argue that one. “Mojitos are actually pretty good,” she admitted. “You know what I love, though? A Hurricane!”

“Rock you like a Hurricane,” my Aunt sang the hook to an old Scorpion song, took another long sip of her rum, and bounced a little on my back while rubbing lotion into my back. “I hope you appreciate this back rub, Jason. I do not even give one this good to Jose.”

Just the mention of my Uncle’s name made me feel awkwardly possessive of my Aunt. I have to admit that I was feeling a strange sense of jealousy towards him. He got to have sex with her, lay with her, openly be affectionate towards her anytime he wanted.

“Where are the men, anyway?” my mom asked of my father and uncle while sipping her drink.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” my Aunt joked. She turned around on my back and faced my bottom. She gave me a playful pinch and said I had a cute bootie. That was flattering. I think if mom hadn’t been drinking, she may have said that was inappropriate.

My mom wasn’t getting schnockered, but she definitely lightens up when she drinks. I’ve never seen her actually drunk before.

“Well, it looks like my wife lost the contest,” Jose showed up with my father. They were both holding cocktails that they had been nursing. He surmised from the fact that my Aunt was rubbing lotion on my butt and legs that she must have lost our bet.

Despite the fact that my swimming suit was small, not many of my buttocks were actually exposed. They may have been the smallest pair of trunks she could find for a guy. They were infinitely baggy compared to the most conservative bottoms a woman could wear to the swimming park.

“You wish,” my Aunt joked as she took another sip of her drink.

“No, I know you work hard. If someone wins, it should be you. You deserve a break,” he said as he sipped his drink.

“You could always give me a break and do the cooking and cleaning,” she offered playfully.

“Let’s not get crazy,” Jose joked. It was pretty funny.

“Did you happen to see any pretty girls walking around with itty bitty bikinis?” she asked them.

“Girls? There are girls here?” Jose and my father acted like they did not see anyone but their wives. “I hadn’t noticed. I think we passed some on the way on.”

“Okay, okay,” My Aunt acknowledged that was funny and reiterated that she saw no problem in looking. “Everybody looks. It’s not that big of a deal.”

When my Aunt was finally done applying suntan lotion to me, she moved on to Jose, and my mother finished with my father. She doted over him and made sure he had plenty all over his body.

Everyone was pretty much well lotioned up now, except for my father. It seemed like we were all getting ready to split up and go off in our own separate directions for a while.

“I am going to go find a girl that came here in a string bikini,” I announced.

The Dad from a redneck family at the cabana next to me overheard. He liked how raunchy that sounded. He lifted his Miller Lite and saluted me. His trashy, bleach-blonde wife smacked his arm playfully.

“No, you are going to sit your ass down in the sand and wait with me. We need to see this together, and I am not moving from this spot. After I finish another cocktail, we can start walking around together. Once you concede that you lost, you can start waiting on me hand and foot, like the Queen that I am.”

“Son, you seem eager to lose this game. Why would you want to go looking around for a girl in a string bikini?” my father asked.

I had forgotten that I was supposed to be on the side of morality and that nobody would dare bare more flesh than they absolutely had to at the water park.

“I just want to prove to my Aunt that I am correct,” I said. “You’ll be ready to report to me when we have walked this entire park and saw nothing but normal bathing suits.”

“Oh yes, Master,” Gloria’s tone was sarcastic, but when she called me Master, my dick perked up. I think my mom and Dad both noticed the growing bulge.

“That suit is probably a little tight on you, son,” my Dad offered politely. I adjusted myself. “Aunt Gloria bought it for me,” I shrugged.

“You will wear whatever I tell you when you lose the bet,” she was clearly goading me and being a little facetious.

“Get ready to go outside and sunbathe topless, then,” I warned.

We had all been laughing, joking and singing. However, when I said that, I kind of went too far and put my foot in my mouth.

“AH-HAH-HAH-HAH!” Gloria’s laughter at the outrageousness of my statement helped soften my threat and turn it into a bit of a joke. “First of all, I am not a puppet on a string. I am your Aunt. If I decide to lay out topless, it’s because that’s what I want to do. The two weeks as a servant is just that – not a sex slave.”

“I thought you said laying out topless was not about sex,” my mom countered.

“You know what I mean, Ellen. It is when a perverted teenage boy tells you to show him your tits.”

My Aunt assured me that when I lost, it would be a learning experience, and she had no intention of seeing me naked. “You’ll wear what I want you to wear, how I want you to wear it. You won’t wear the same thing for days at a time. You’ll shampoo and comb your hair, blow dry it, wear deodorant, and take pride in your appearance.”

Those drinks were a little on the strong side. I could smell the rum on my Aunt’s breath. She wasn’t toasted drunk, but she was a little more boisterous than she had been before she had the drink.

“Then it’s only fair that you wear what I want and do the same things for me,” I countered.

“If you want me to wear this bikini every day, that’s fine, and trust me, I’d love to lay out topless, but I do not want to offend your mother or get us kicked out of the campground.”

“It’s not that you would offend me, Gloria. I just ... I mean, I understand you discipline Brunna bare bottom sometimes. It’s been fine.”

I was shocked that my mother conceded that to her sister. I think Gloria was as well.

“Then fine. If you tell me to take off my top on the RV, I will, but I am only saying that because I am confident that we’ll see someone wearing a string bikini.”

“It’s the deep south. If I am wrong about it, I’ll wear this swimsuit around the RV for the next two weeks.”

“No, you will wear what I TELL you to wear. If I want you in undies and a tank top or a nice polo shirt, khakis, and loafers, that is what you will wear. Let me get one more drink, and we’ll walk around and settle this.”

“Mom, I am going to go on the water slides. Is that cool?” Audrey said. She took Hector and Brunna with her after my mom shrugged. I waited with my Aunt.

Jose and my father went to get drinks for the four of them.

“This is a fun game, but it is a little like Monopoly,” my mom observed. “No matter who wins Monopoly – everyone gets pissed off at each other. Why don’t we say you went looking and didn’t find anyone and call it a draw?”

“Then that would mean that I won,” I told my mother.

“Yeah, that’s what it would mean,” my Aunt agreed.

“Okay, fine. I just don’t want you to be angry with us for letting you agree to this, Jason. I like when you volunteer to help, but your Aunt is definitely going to hold you to the letter of the agreement.”

“We used to make all sorts of bets when we were kids. Did I ever let you out of one?” my Aunt said.

“Nope, a bet is a bet,” my mom agreed. “I just don’t want either of you getting angry at one another. I am okay with the bet because I think it’s a learning experience for Jason, but I also don’t want it ruining the vacation for anyone.”

We assured her that it wouldn’t.

My mom and Aunt had another cocktail. They sang a song called “Brown Eye Girl” that I had never heard. It was catchy, and either they didn’t know all the words, or it had a lot of lyrics that were just “Sha-la-la-la.”

The adults in the redneck family next to us joined in on that song.

My mom excused herself, and my Aunt and I walked off together.

“You’ve done exceedingly well today, my pet. A+,” she patted my head once we were out of sight of the cabana. “I really didn’t foresee any of this.”

It was clear from my Aunt’s tone that she wasn’t even the least bit tipsy. She either sobered up quickly, or she had been pretending to be a little drunk.

“I thought whether I win or lose, I would still get to spend time with you, and I could order you to be alone with me when the rest of the family goes off to do something,” I said.

“Hah-ha, no, you wanted to own me and command me. That’s what you told me last night,” My Aunt reminded me. “I just wanted to see if your mother would loosen up a little and wear something a little risqué’ to the pool. She and your father haven’t really been intimate lately. That’s between you and me,” she shared. “I didn’t think the bet would work, and I really didn’t care if Audrey or Brunna played along or not. I assume Audrey wants to express herself and may be worried about your mom’s opinion. She could always have refused my initial bet.”

I nodded my understanding.

“When you jumped in and said you wanted to bet with me, I thought there was no way our mom was going to go for it. You really sold it. There have been at least a dozen times I wasn’t sure if you were pretending to be a know-it-all prick that thinks he is going to win or if you really are.”

I said that I was a bit of a both.

“This summer, I am going to teach you to be a man. I do not want to make you lose a bet to me. I want you to want to serve me. I want to earn your loyalty,” she touched my bare chest casually. My Aunt’s touch sent shivers through me.

“It’s just that losing the bet will legitimize that. You can tell me what to do in front of everyone.”

“And this is what you want?”

I wasn’t sure why Gloria was asking that question now. Everything I had done that afternoon was building towards it.