Chapter 15

“You don’t want? YOU don’t want?” she repeated haughtily to let me know it definitely wasn’t about what I wanted.

I knew that I fucked up and apologized.

“What you want does not matter compared to what I want. I was afraid you would think this was a game we played around the others. Remove your shorts,” she said.

I took off the swimming trunks that I had put on to make breakfast. I was now naked and standing there with a semi-flaccid boner. The others were outside. She made me put on the white panties and follow her outside with my hands at my sides. Everyone giggled. The outline of my dick was visible through the thin white cotton.

“I think I have a solution to the erection problem other than rewarding him by allowing Jason to take care of it himself,” my Aunt announced as she introduced me to my tittering family.

“I was going to let you wear your panties in secret. I did not want to humiliate you any more than you already have been. The others have already seen your hairless pee-pee and your cute little butt around the RV, and I thought that would be sufficient. However, you told me that you would not want to wear what I told you to wear.”

I couldn’t really deny that. I hadn’t meant that I would refuse it. I said that I would not like to do it. My Aunt wasn’t looking for an explanation from me, though, so I kept my mouth shut.

“I know it can seem emasculating to have to obey a woman or wear something a woman would wear. We are the weaker and dumber sex, are we not?” my Aunt was being sarcastic. Now, my mom, Audrey, and even Brunna were glaring at me like I might have said that.

“No, I do not think,” I said.

“Oh, but you wear white underwear for MEN, but somehow softer, CLEANER panties for women have cooties on them because only girls can wear those?”

I was blushing as I stood and quivered a little.

“You can’t wear that bathing suit all the time anyway. I will give you some of my panties to get you started, and we’ll stop at a dollar store and buy you a six-pack for the two weeks you are mine. You will, by default, wear these around the camper unless I tell you otherwise! That includes at the picnic table.”

My mom seemed annoyed, and she was ready to protest.

“They are the same size as his bathing suit, and we used to run around on the lawn in our underwear and play in the hose; my kids grew up doing that too. If any of our neighbors has a complaint, send them to me. I will deal with it.”

The matter was settled. My Aunt added, “I am not trying to turn you into a girl, Jason. You will never be one of us. We are far stronger than you realize, though. All I hope this lesson does is teach you what women have to do to look nice for you. You may even find that panties are more comfortable. I am doing you a favor because I planned to make you wear NOTHING under your shorts, but you didn’t want to do that either.”

“Apologies, I meant that I did not prefer to do it, but I am not refusing,” I said.

“When I am interested in knowing your preferences, haven’t I asked what they are?”

“Yes.”

“Did I ask if you prefer panties to go commando today?”

“No.”

“Then why are you telling me what you prefer?”

“Damn,” Hector interjected and laughed. “That’s cold as ice, my friend.”

I was humiliated but acknowledged that my Aunt was very much right to ask me that question rhetorically. She permitted me to insert my butt plug in the privacy of the bathroom.

I was worried that the others would figure out something was going on because I could be naked in the common areas, so it didn’t make sense that I needed privacy to change. I pretended to go pee in there. I normally NEVER use that bathroom to go pee. I normally walk all the way up to the community showers and use the restroom there. I assumed my Aunt probably wouldn’t let me go out walking by myself any longer.

I noticed my cousin had left her electric toothbrush on the counter. I snickered and sniffed it. It didn’t smell like pussy. When I left the bathroom, I told her I would put it up for her. I felt kind of sneaky because I knew my cousin’s dirty little secret about where she put the brush to pleasure herself.

“Don’t do me any favors, Jason. Mom made it clear you do not have to do things I tell you,” Brunna sneered.

“I want to help, and I did,” I responded politely. I wasn’t sure if my Aunt overheard, but I think she must have. It was too far from the nature preserve to make it affordable to take an Uber. Our parents decided to pull up the stakes and leave a day earlier than we planned.

I had helped before rolling up the awning and preparing the Winnebago to be road worthy. However, this time my mom volunteered me to help with everything, including switching out the sewer and power lines. I didn’t consider myself very mechanically inclined, but I no longer had a choice.

It was kind of a stinky/disgusting thing to shut everything down and pull up stakes, especially the sewer line. It was strangely satisfying to be everybody’s helper to get us on the road. My dad said I probably saved him at least 30 minutes by helping on what I did for him alone.

The Red River National Wildlife Refuge was about 25 minutes away on the highway. We had to go up Highway 20 past the downtown district. My Aunt and I saw a big sign for it along the highway and grinned about our secret trip.

We were wholly underwhelmed once we arrived. There was a small parking lot with a small cabin building that served as the information center and general store. “NATIONAL nature reserve?” Dad laughed. I just ignored it -nature reserve, nature preserve, wildlife refuge. It really didn’t matter.

There was really nothing to do at this place. We all politely got out of the RV and walked around the building and looked at the lake. I remained quietly passive and followed my Aunt off to one side while she walked. She didn’t have to tell me to do that.

“What’s next?” Hector asked once we felt we had seen everything. We had literally left a day early to come here with the intention that we’d spend the day exploring this place. We were all pretty much ready to go after 15 minutes – well, except for my mom.

“We should do some hiking,” she said.

My dad and Jose didn’t seem on board with that.

“You stay here, and we’ll all go off on our own,” my mom dismissed the guys and said they could just hang around the general store and remain on the RV if they wanted to relax. “There are picnic tables, nature, whatever. Just relax today, dear.”

“There is a strip club back downtown. You could probably try that,” Gloria sounded facetious, but I assumed she was being serious.

My father said, “Strip clubs? What are those? I’ve heard of them, but only rumors,” he pretended to be unfamiliar with the general concept of them for comedic purposes.

“You guys can go do whatever you want. We are going to walk around and check out nature,” my mom added excitedly.

I got the unenviable job of carrying everybody’s bags and the snacks. It really wasn’t that bad, though.

We set off with Mom being enthusiastic about every bush, tree, and type of vine that was described on a sign along the trail. She snapped photos on her cell phone of everything.

After about 20 minutes of walking through the muggy Louisiana swampland in the high heat of a summer day, my mother had lost steam. She wasn’t particularly interested in continuing, and she and my Aunt sat down on one of the picnic tables. I stood off to the side, waiting for my Aunt to give me instructions. “Ah, this is nice. Just listening to the birds and watching the squirrels,” my mom luxuriated.

Hector, Audrey, and Brunna didn’t want to just sit. I resigned myself to the fact where I went was no longer my decision. The funny part was that I was ambivalent about it. I didn’t want to just sit, and watch squirrels all day, but I was more than willing if that was what my Aunt wanted me to do.

“Jason, go with them. You’ll carry everything, and Hector will be in charge.”

“How come Hector gets to be in charge of Jason?” Brunna pouted. She had very puffy chipmunk cheeks, and when she pouts, it makes her look a little stuck up.

Hector calmly looked confident and said it was because he was the oldest. He shrugged it off as no big deal. I knew he wouldn’t be a hard-ass on me.

“Do you think you can all three share responsibility for Jason?” my Aunt asked the three of them. “He’s not to wander off, eat any berries, and I want him to walk beside one of you off to the side. He’s allowed to talk, laugh, and have fun, but he must be respectful. I expect you to tell me if he misbehaves or is rude. He can only sit down if one of you tells him he can. He can have water if he asks nicely, but no snacks.”

It was harsh but relatively unnecessary to spell those things out. I would not have eaten strange berries.

“Can we make him walk on a dog leash?” Hector chuckled.

“We don’t have a leash, but obviously, he’s to do nothing that is going to get us arrested or kicked out. Any other questions?” my Aunt asked.

“Is it okay, Mom?” Audrey asked our mom if she could share responsibility for me. I didn’t think about it at the time, but imagine that your little sister is put in charge of you with your cousins and tell me that wouldn’t feel embarrassing?

I was a little overwhelmed to fully get all of that out of my little sister’s question. – but she was basically asking for permission to go along with her Aunt’s suggestion that the three of them be in charge.

“I have no problem with you kids going on a hike! I am glad you want to go. You have your cell phones, and we’ll be here or back at the RV. Come back in about an hour or two, and we’ll get on the road.”

“Yaw, Yaw,” Hector pretended to crack an imaginary whip toward me and his sister and Audrey as we walked away. He obviously meant it more for me.

I walked beside Brunna, slightly off to the side.

It was nice to be in nature, the birds chirping, and all the green was a nice change of pace. I was more of a video gamer, and I compared what I saw to the Wetlands below Stonewrought Dam. This was one of my favorite zones to take a boat from Menathil Harbor to Theramore.

The programmers put in little details like frogs hopping from stump to stump or butterflies flitting around in the trees. I marveled at how nature actually worked basically the same way when I saw a yellow butterfly on a bush.

We walked a fair enough distance from where my Mom and Aunt were before anyone said a word. “You have to do whatever we tell you, Jason.”

“Leave him alone, Brunna,” my sister defended me.

“It’s okay, Audrey. I lost a bet.”

“Did you, though? I feel like you wanted to lose or something?” Hector observed.

“Yeah, I just LOVE carrying your bags,” I replied sarcastically. It was a good lie because it was believable. I really did not want to carry all of this stuff. It was already getting heavy. Hector tried to take his bag back.

“Your mom asked me to carry it. I’ll give it back to you, but I do not mind,” I said politely. Hector let me carry the bag but seemed confused.

“Dude, you have to wear panties now,” he shook his head.

“Your mom was right. They actually feel really fantastic,” I admitted. The girls laughed, but Hector looked at me as if I had just betrayed all men everywhere.

“You have to take your pants off if we tell you to do it,” Brunna wanted to make a point. She came across really bratty and rubbed me the wrong way.

“Your mom said not to get us kicked out or arrested,” I said.

“Dude, there is literally no one else here. This place is fucking empty,” Hector observed as we walked through a nature trail.

“I can text your mom and ask if you really want me to get naked,” I countered. I am sure I sounded like a smart-ass know it all, but that’s just my natural tone. It definitely doesn’t leave a good impression on people.

“I don’t want to see your hairless cock,” Hector pointed out. It was Brunna who originally said it. He was just confirming that he thought I’d have to do that if ordered.

“I didn’t say naked,” Brunna said. She giggled wickedly as if she had thought of something really dirty. “I just want you to take your shorts off.”

I continued walking and took my phone out of my pocket. It was because I was holding other stuff. “I can ask your mom if you really want me to do that?”

“Mom already said you have to do what we tell you,” Brunna countered.

“She is right, Jason. Just do it,” Audrey added. I was surprised that my sister would agree with Brunna, but they had become fast friends.

“I do not care either way,” Hector shrugged.

“Okay, but can we stop so that I can put your things down and take off my shorts?”

I was nervous, but to assuage my fears, I decided that we were basically isolated on a nature trail, and I was kind of enjoying this, even if it felt like they were picking on me. I thought, at best, I’d call Brunna’s bluff, and at worst, I’d have to hold my shorts and walk around in panties for a bit.

“Oh my god, you’ll really do it?” Brunna giggled like she was so happy.

“You have seen me naked at the RV. What’s so different about this?”

“I don’t know,” Brunna admitted. I should say that 80% of the time, Brunna is going to respond to most questions with the phrase “I do not know.”. I’ve intentionally left out most of those times from the story because they rarely add anything. However, this time I think it summed up perfectly why she wanted me to strip down to my panties – she didn’t know. She just wanted to see it.

“Your mom made it clear that I do not question her orders, and if she wants me to obey you guys, then I will,” I unbuckled my beige shorts, slid them down to my ankles, and stepped out of that. I picked up everything, including the shorts, and stood there waiting.

I think the three of them were stunned that I had done it without protest.

“Your mom made me obey Uncle Jose and my Dad when we got the camper ready to leave. Trust me, I’d rather take off my shorts than deal with that sewer line again.”

We continued walking, and there was an awkward silence as everyone processed what had just happened – including me. I focused on not getting hard, but my dick was dripping pre-cum into the panties, and I was aware that was probably a little obvious.

“Did mom spank you for being rude to me last night after I stole her towel?” Brunna asked. That led to me re-telling the events that led to me being dressed down. I left out the part earlier when the boys stole my towel at the community shower, and I left out the part about licking my Aunt’s asshole.

“No, she just made me sit outside naked on the picnic table until she decided to come out and have a talk with me. Then she gave me some water, and we had a long chat. She wants me to be helpful and not be rude to anyone in the camper.”

I think Brunna was disappointed that I had not been spanked.

“It’s actually kind of nice,” Audrey admitted after the silence lingered. She explained that I have a tendency to talk over people and correct them when they don’t ask to be corrected. The others agreed REALLY quickly.

“I was unaware that was such a big problem. I am sorry, Audrey,” I genuinely felt embarrassed about my reputation as a know-it-all. “I thought I was doing you a favor correcting misinformation.”

I appreciated it when people told me that I was making a mistake. It is how we all learn.

“It’s not that you do it,” Hector observed. “It’s HOW you say it. You are like Encyclopedia Brown or something.”