Chapter 13

My mother pretty much ignored me. My sister and Brunna regarded how I stood there stoically as a sign I was simmering with anger. They chuckled about how passively I waited.

“You don’t have to stop smiling and stand there like a butler. “You can still talk to other people like you always have,” my Aunt explained her rule. I didn’t feel like I should, though.

“How do I address you?”

“With respect, always. Defer to me, and be supportive of what I tell you. Don’t tell me why something cannot be done until you try to do what I asked for.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied.

“No.”

“What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. When I say something, you clearly heard, don’t ask me to restate it. I do not want you to call me Ma’am. That makes me feel old. If you have to say something like that, call me Queen.”

My mom laughed and asked my Aunt if she was going a little too far.

“Hey, Jason agreed to do whatever I said for two weeks. It’s either Aunt Gloria or Queen Gloria. I think I like Queen Gloria better,” my Aunt said.

“Your majesty?” I offered playfully.

My Aunt squeezed my face. “I just told you to respect me and be supportive. Don’t make a mockery of my instructions.”

“Yes, my Queen,” I replied, and that satisfied my Aunt. My mom rolled her eyes and wrote it off as silly teasing.

Once Audrey and Brunna picked bathing suits, my Aunt and mom disappeared with them into the dressing room.

“Wait here, look directly in this mirror,” my Aunt ordered me to remain in place while she left. I have to admit a growing sense of humiliation washed over me as customers noticed that I was standing like a mannequin. Did I really want to do this? What was I getting out of this?

My Aunt gave Brunna her bikini back. She bought a suit that matched the one my mother had bought as a sign of solidarity. “Now we match!!”

Audrey picked a suit that was skimpy, but it wasn’t quite as extreme as any of the others.

“Run and carry these old bikinis to the cabana; ask your father and Jose if they need anything. If not, sit with your butt in the sand and watch our stuff.

I nodded and jogged out of the store while my sister and cousin giggled. I felt like I was on a mission, which actually excited me. However, people stared at me while I ran down the path back to the cabana. It’s very unusual to see someone jog around the park.

“Aunt Gloria wants me to ask if either of you need anything?” I asked my father and Uncle as I caught my breath.

“To be twenty years younger?” Dad said.

“Two willing blondes and a brunette?” Jose chuckled.

I waited.

“This has got to be really embarrassing for you, son. I wouldn’t want to be in your situation. I applaud you for being a good sport. I am sure she’ll just tease you for a few days,” Dad said.

“My wife is going to keep you busy until precisely midnight in two weeks,” Jose disagreed.

“That’s quite alright. I want to be helpful. Do you want me to give you a back rub? Apply suntan lotion?” I didn’t want to offer that, but I felt I had to be proactive.

The two of them looked at me like I had just asked to sniff their farts. “No, son, I do not believe I would like that,” Dad spoke for the both of them.

“Sorry, just trying to be helpful,” I apologize, went to the sand near my Aunt’s chair, sat on my bottom, and waited.

When the ladies returned, Jose and my Dad remarked on how expensive visiting the water park was, considering that all four of the women had new bathing suits.

“This is my old one,” Brunna snapped her top happily.

“Yes, but all together, we bought four of them, Brunna,”

“No, we only bought one for Mom, one for Audrey, and one for Aunt Ellen. I am wearing my old one.”

She held up three fingers and seemed pleased with herself that she had taken the time to clear up that detail.

My Aunt had me follow her into the wave pool toward the end of our stay. The wave pool is a massive swimming pool with artificially generated waves to simulate being in the ocean. Once you go out far enough, you can doggy paddle with your feet off of the ground and nearly get drowned by the high waves.

It’s strangely fun.

The waves come in intervals of 15 minutes with a 15-minute break. My Aunt took me to the deep end, reached into my shorts, and began playing with my dick. “Whose cock is this?”

“Yours, my queen.”

“I am not sure how I feel about you saying that in mixed company. It sounds like you are joking,” she warned as she gave me a hand job. “You are not to cum without explicit permission when we are together or apart. This dick is mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my queen.”

“Good boy. I almost invited you to the dressing room so you could watch us change and decide which swimming suit was best.”

I got really excited as I visualized that. “It was a women-only dressing room, and the others would have freaked out. Gloria told me to slide my shorts down, and then she embraced me in the water. She kept looking around to make sure no one we knew was nearby. Then I felt her hand pull my dick so that she could line it up with her pussy.

“Okay, let’s try this,” she slid her pussy down on my cock, and we tried to fuck while we were buoyant. It didn’t really work because I had no leverage. I needed someplace to plant my feet so that I could push. My Aunt made it work a little, though, and humped me until the waves started up. We laughed when they began rocking our bodies apart from one another and nearly drowning us.

At the end of our day, I picked up everything around the cabana and tossed it in the garbage. My Aunt inspected it and had me carry as much as possible. Hector helped me with the cooler.

We took the same Uber configuration as we had arrived. Hector, my mom, and my Aunt with me in one car and everyone else in the other car.

“Sit next to me whenever we drive. If I have to sit in the back, then that’s how it will be,” Aunt insisted.

I had the hump seat between Hector and her. Hector laughed and said he did not envy me.

“I am having a great time,” I said semi-sarcastically.

Once we got back to the RV, I had to take everything out of the Uber alone. Even though Hector offered, my Aunt declared that all chores would be performed by me going forward. “Everyone else can enjoy their vacation.”

Hector is a good guy. He said he didn’t mind. I was putting away the stuff in the cooler when the other Uber arrived. My dad, uncle, sister, and Brunna stepped out.

“Empty their car, then get back to what you were doing,” my Aunt stood in the doorway of the RV and observed me bent over the cooler.

“Yes, my Queen,” I said.

Audrey and Brunna giggled. My dick started to get hard. I really didn’t know why because it bothered me when they laughed like that AT me. The part that kept entering my mind was that I’d never be able to live this down. My sister would always remember how I bowed and scraped to my Aunt.

I began to process a sense of loss of freedom and control. This fear that I would not get it back -ever. It was something that I had, and now it was gone.

There was also nothing sexual about any of this. There was nothing particularly pleasurable either. My Aunt had me set the table and taught me how to make dinner while she directed me without lifting a finger. It was the most mundane thing, and yet I constantly found myself getting hard when my Aunt was strict with me.

Everyone else had changed into normal clothes and out of their swimsuits almost immediately. I was still in mine. Once the food was in the oven, my Aunt decided it was time for me to change clothes.

“Take those shorts off, and I will decide what you will wear during dinner,” she instructed. My Aunt opened my suitcase and began to take inventory of my clothes. She said they were packed sloppy and wrinkled. Gloria promised I’d be taking care of that by ironing and folding everything to put it away properly.

I had been living out of my suitcase, so I was just putting stuff back in the suitcase by cramming it in and not folding it. The goal was just to make it fit.

“What are you doing still wearing your bikini bottoms?” she asked.

They weren’t BIKINI bottoms. They were a boy’s swimsuit (Speedo). I didn’t argue with her. I assumed that was bait to get me to disagree and correct her. “I was waiting for you to pick my clothes.”

“I told you not to make me repeat myself. You are here to make my life easier, and all you have done so far is require constant supervision and aggravate me, Jason. I said to take those off and wait.”

I looked at my mom.

“Don’t look at her. We’ve already talked about this. I agreed if I lost, you could tell me what to wear, and that included being topless.”

“I do not have a shirt on, Aunt Gloria,” I clarified nervously. “You wouldn’t have had me fully undress? Don’t give me that. Bottoms off! Let this filthy little pair of shorts dry off.”

I removed my shorts as carefully as I could. I wasn’t sure which way to stand, but I tried to minimize my exposure. “Hands to your sides,” she instructed. I was shocked my parents let me undress.

“He doesn’t have any hair on his pee-pee!” Brunna said it so loudly and with her lispy baby talk that the observation ran through me like a knife. “He’s got a big old donger though!”

I was equal parts flattered and mortified by Brunna’s reaction.

“He can’t help his body’s natural reactions,” my Aunt observed rather clinically. “Jason, have you not started growing pubic hair yet?”

I did not know how to respond to that. Hector chuckled.

“I have. I shave,” I said. My dad and even my mom found the idea that I shaved my pubes amusing.

“Good, you can continue that practice. I want you to groom yourself fully when you shower. However, erections are not acceptable around here. I don’t want to see those when you change.”

My Aunt was incredibly serious, and she even appeared disappointed in me – it chilled me to the bone to think she was angry with me.

“What should I do about it?” I felt like my throat was going to close up, and I was so nervous. I was hoping she’d tell me I could masturbate.

“Think clean thoughts, don’t touch it. Take suit that outside and hang it up on the rack with the other swimsuits.”

I realized she meant to go naked. It was broad daylight. She saw my reluctance. “You would have made me sunbathe naked. You can hurry, and since you are shaved, people will think you are a little boy anyway.”

It felt like she was belittling me, but I didn’t complain. The others giggled when she said it.

I got even harder dashing from the door of the RV to a spot five feet away. My pecker bounced to the point that it was fully erect.

When I returned, my Aunt glared at my erection. “Your mom is uncomfortable with you walking around the camper with a full erection.”

I heard my sister stifle a laugh, and Hector chuckled.

“Turn and face the wall, put your nose up against it just like you’ve seen Brunna do a number of times, and wait there. You can ask to turn around when you’ve calmed yourself.”

“Should I put my hands behind my head?” I stood up against the wall facing the master bedroom, just like my sexy cousin had. My Aunt told me that it was a good idea. I interlaced my fingers behind my head and tried to clear my mind of sexual thoughts.

It was almost impossible to do that. I was crazy horny from all of the excitement of running outside naked and being the only nude person in a room full of clothed people. I was openly obedient to my Aunt, and nobody said that I could not do that. All I wanted to do was squeeze my cock and play with it, and I couldn’t. It was driving me bonkers.

“Now he knows how I feel when I am up against the wall,” Brunna observed.

My arms were heavy, and I wanted to drop them after a few minutes. I felt foolish, touching the tip of my nose and the tip of my cock to the wall. I felt like EVERYONE was watching my butt, even though I couldn’t turn around to confirm it. It was so quiet.

“You can still end up on the wall, Brunna, and so can Hector. You are correct; now your cousin has some understanding of how embarrassing it is.”

“It really isn’t embarrassing. It’s just tedious and boring,” Brunna shrugged.

I assumed that my Aunt rolled her eyes because Brunna quickly amended what she said to say that getting spanked over her mother’s knee was embarrassing.

“You are getting too big to get popped over my knee, and there isn’t a lot of room in here to spank your bottom with a paddle properly. Is it embarrassing when I take you outside?”

“Yes, very,” my cousin said.

The discussion they were having was forcing me to visualize stunned neighbors watching the naked Brazilian girl getting spanked by her hot mom in front of our RV by the picnic table, and that was turning me on further.

“Is this acceptable, Ellen? Are you okay with me giving Jason a time-out?”

“Is he going to be naked all the time?” my mom asked.

“Heaven’s no. I do want him to understand that I wasn’t joking today. I’ll let him put something on after dinner.”

Once my Aunt said that, I grew a little fearful that maybe I really did bite off more than I could chew. “I usually leave Brunna standing in the corner for 2 to 4 hours at night after a spanking. Jason has seen that plenty of times, so I think an hour on the wall is more than generous.”

My parents didn’t say anything.