Chapter 3

A few days went by, and a lot stayed the same. We stayed at K.O.A. campgrounds. If you have seen one, you have seen them all. Most had swimming pools and general stores, but they didn’t offer many things for kids to do.

I wasn’t the outdoorsy type, and after exploring the campground the first time, I had seen enough. I liked looking for pretty girls. I wasn’t going to ever actually go up and talk to them – I didn’t have that kind of confidence. I just liked the prospect that they might talk to M.E.

I usually walked around by myself. I hadn’t really bonded with Hector. My sister and I loved each other but didn’t have much in common. Brunna seemed sweet, but I was way too intimidated to ask her to walk around with me.

There was one afternoon, she ate a pickle at the table. I’ll never forget how she placed it in her mouth and sucked just the tip. My cousin had this dreamy look on her face like she wouldn’t mind if that was someone’s big dick. Brunna had this indifferent expression, like she was blissfully unaware of what it looked like she was doing.

Everybody in the R.V. noticed what she was doing. All the men were stunned, and the other three women were angry. Even my dad got caught staring, but my mom didn’t say anything to him – she said it all with a single angry glance.

“Brunna!” her mother demanded.

“Yes, Mah-Mah,” Brunna answered innocently as if waking from a trance. She used her baby-talk voice to give the impression that she was oblivious to her behavior, but it only made it seem like she was intentionally playing dumb.

“Just bite the pickle, don’t play with it,” Gloria insisted sourly. I think her mom knew what the guys were thinking, and she was trying not to explicitly say what it looked like my cousin was doing.

When Brunna bit into it, I felt a sudden pain of sympathy in my cock. Hector chuckled because he knew why I reacted that way. He didn’t put me on the spot and call me out, though.

I kept that mental image in my mind of my cousin fitting so much of that pickle in my mind. In my fantasy, she could take a whole lot more of it. I used that to jerk off half a dozen times over the next two or three days.

In my fantasy, she’d also lovingly eat the pickle with her big titties jutting out and suck on it like my cock - savoring the pickle juice. What made it hot was wondering if Brunna understood what she was doing to me and did it intentionally or if she was completely oblivious and innocent.

Usually, I’d go to the public showers, find a private stall and have a nice wank. I didn’t want to get caught fap-fap-fapping in the R.V. bathroom as the noise traveled really well. That’s not to say that I did not do it. I was just careful about it.

I was coming out of the public showers with my towel over my shoulders when I saw my cousin Hector. I liked to wear a heavy towel over my shoulders because I was embarrassed by my sunken chest.

“Hey, Bro! You were in there a long time!” he observed casually. I didn’t like Hector’s tone because he seemed a little sarcastic and implied, I was beating my meat (which I was, but that was none of his business). “Hey, don’t get your panties in a twist. I was just joking,” he offered apologetically.

“I am not mad,” I said. I was embarrassed. There were other people around, and they might have overheard if they happened to be walking by.

“Oh, you mad,” Hector answered with certainty in a whisper. He leaned in close. I could smell onions on his breath. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“C’mon, let me show you something I discovered,” he offered mischievously. He had to coax me a little, but I followed my cousin around the building.

There was an unassuming lattice-style screened-in window on the women’s side of the public showers. It was high off the ground to allow light to come in, and one of the glass windows was open.

There was no way you could stand there and look into the women’s showers, and it was so innocuous that you might not have even noticed it. It had clearly been installed to allow some natural light and maybe allow some of the steam to vent from the showers.

“What?” I asked. It was broad daylight, and there were motorhomes and campers all around us. We would have been spotted immediately if we tried to stand on our tippy toes and look inside passed the lattice.

It would have been obvious that we were peeping toms if we had taken the direct approach. I felt like whoever put this window here may have been setting a trap for boys like us.

“You have to be discreet,” he tossed a rock the length of the building and then went and picked it up off the grass. He kept his head turned right to examine the window as he passed and smiled the entire time as he walked slowly.

“Oh my god, you are a pervert,” I chided him. I was a pervert, too, but I wasn’t going to lay all of my cards on the table. “This is an invasion of their privacy!”

“Shhhhh,” he insisted. “Don’t tell me you didn’t sit in your bunk and watch my sister play tiny little circles.”

He knew about me watching Brunna? He smiled and said it was okay. He promised she was in there as well. “There are some smoking hot women, two of them with big fake tits!” he promised.

Hector tossed the stone and told me to go get it. I reluctantly walked and tried to be as discreet as possible.

All I saw were women that were nude from the shoulder’s up - just a little trace of boobs. I could barely tell who they were, and I didn’t see any nipples at all.

“This is lame,” I warned him as I tossed the stone to him and began to walk back. On the way back, I couldn’t see directly, but in the mirror, I saw this hot woman about my mother’s age and a cute teenage girl. The teenage girl’s tits were pointy and triangular, almost like a pyramid. I was intrigued.

We spent the next 10 minutes taking turns slowly pretending to play some game with stones that just HAPPENED to need to be played along the side wall of the women’s bathroom. I may have caught a little reflection of ping nipple, and once I was sure, I saw a thick black bush.

It wasn’t sexy or very provocative. It was simply exciting because we were getting away with vicariously peeping on women while they showered.

An older guy who just happened to be walking around outside saw us. “Hey, what are you boys doing there?”

Instead of playing it cool and acting oblivious, I hauled ass in the other direction toward the entrance of the shower. Hector followed me with a goofy grin.

As I rounded the corner of the entrance to the public showers, I ran into my mother and Audrey coming out of the shower with Brunna and Gloria.

The hot mom-and-daughter combo had clearly been my mom and Audrey. I blushed.

“Where are you guys running off to?” my mom asked. She smiled. I could tell she was happy I was bonding with my cousin.

“Oh, just farting around,” I lied.

“Farting!” Brunna blew a silly-sounding raspberry. She was clearly amused by my expression. Even when she made that flipping sound with her tongue, she looked sexy. Her fat pink tongue escaped her lips, spit rippled out in all directions, and a little ran down her chin.

“Brunna! Behave yourself!” Gloria glared at her daughter. She was clearly embarrassed.

“Jason said fart,” Brunna laughed. She wasn’t trying to blame me. She thought it was silly and funny.

“I can’t take Jason’s shorts down and spank him out here! I can take yours down for embarrassing me!!” Gloria insisted. I did not take Gloria seriously, and neither did Brunna. The threat was so over the top it sounded like obvious hyperbole.

“Sorry, Aunt Gloria!” I apologized. I kept looking nervously for the man that called us to chase us. My legs shook nervously.

“You’re fine,” Gloria told me. “You look like you have places to be?”

“Yeah, see you guys later,” I said. Hector followed my lead as we waved and ran off in the opposite direction to where they were heading.

Once we put a little distance between us, we stopped running.

“You had me peep on my mom and sister!” I warned him that was uncool.

“Your sister is very beautiful,” Hector genuinely seemed to mean that.

“She’s your cousin!” I chided him.

That’s when he called me out on my hypocrisy. “You check out MY sister,” he reminded me.

I felt that was different. Brunna exuded a breezy sexiness. She could look so innocent, but she had such big bouncy titties that it didn’t feel fair. I wasn’t sure if he really knew or if he was guessing.

“C’mon man, it’s okay. Every one of my friends likes my sister. You didn’t get upset that you got check her out in the shower,” he used that as evidence to confirm that I was into his sister. Hector didn’t mention that his mom was in the shower as well. “Besides, I saw your eyes pop out of your head when she ate that pickle the other day.”

I blushed a little. I couldn’t keep a poker face. “It’s okay, man. I think Brunna knows what she is doing when she does that. I am sure she’s licked a real pickle before,” he patted his crotch knowingly. I wasn’t so sure.

My cousin wasn’t goofy like a child, but she had this casually innocent face. I couldn’t picture getting hot and steamy.

“Hey, sooner or later, every woman is going to lick a pickle and sit on one. How do you think babies are made?” Hector clapped me on the back. We were walking up and down the narrow roads at the R.V. park. I told him to watch his volume. I was concerned someone would overhear.

“You don’t want anyone to know you have a crush on my sister?” he spoke loudly and playfully. I chased him a little, and he laughed. “I know what you really liked, though,” he said knowingly. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to hear this. He confirmed, “You liked it when my mom popped my sister’s butt the other day. I saw you staring, Dude!”

He was correct, and there was no way to deny it.

“Most guys check out my sister’s bazooms,” Hector traced heavy, pendulous tits in the air in front of himself. “You always have your eyes on my sister’s big ass.”

Hector was smiling like there was no shame in it. I was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the line of conversation. “Tonight, I am going to do you a solid!”

“Please don’t,” I begged politely. I was intrigued but not enough to actually have him do something that would probably backfire and expose us both as perverts.

“No, man! It’s no big deal! I am going to get my sister in trouble so that you can watch her get spanked.”

“I’d really rather you not do that. I do not want to get her hurt just for our amusement,” I insisted pragmatically.

“My mom’s swats might bruise our ego, but they aren’t going to bruise my sister’s Mack Truck Butt Cheeks - I can assure you.”

“Your mom spanks you too?”

“Yeah, but I do not give her any reason to do it. Trust me; my mom gets the job done fast, and it’s over quick. I’d much rather get it over than have her lecture to me endlessly or be on restriction and stuck inside all day.”

I loved being inside (even the R.V.). The ONLY reason I was outside was the Wi-fi kind of sucked, and I had to leave to get to a shower earlier. Restriction to the R.V. would not have bothered me.

“The last time your mom spanked Brunna, she made her stand in the corner for over an hour,” I said.

“And you counted every drop of sweat on her oily ass cheeks and every fine little black hair along her ass crack,” he assured me. I hadn’t quite done that, but my cousin’s ass had fascinated me. The ONLY reason I didn’t stare as I was worried that my mom (in particular) might judge me.

“I’d really rather you not try to get your sister in trouble,” I implored him one last time.

“You are a good guy, Jason. I like you. You don’t want to get my sister in trouble. That’s admirable. You never intentionally get your sister in trouble?” he asked.

“My parents don’t spank us,” I assured him.

Hector grinned and told me that wasn’t his question. “You seem to think getting spanked is a big deal. My mom wouldn’t think twice about taking my shorts down anywhere when I was little. At the beach, in front of her friends, inside a Leroy Merlin.”

“A what?”

“Leroy Merlin? I guess it’s like a department store. You don’t have them in America?” Hector asked. He was surprised we didn’t have one. I felt he was changing the subject and asked him again not to get his sister in trouble just for my benefit.

“Look, Brunna would run around completely naked back home around our yard. It’s not a big deal to us to be naked. It’s really not going to be any skin off her ass.”

I did not believe him. How could that be okay? “You must have lived someplace remote!”

“No, in the city. Brazilian girls don’t have as many hang-ups about their bodies. Now, Columbian girls? They hide everything away,” Hector giggled and pantomimed himself like a nervous teenage girl trying to cover her tits, pussy, and butthole with her hands while spinning and turning nervously.

He told me that there was a carnival in Rio where women of all ages danced naked, wearing only body glitter or sequin. I couldn’t imagine that much public nudity - it sounded made up to me. I tried to picture both Gloria and Brunna dancing topless on a big yellow and green float, and I couldn’t. It was too over the top!

Hector didn’t actually say that his mother and sister danced nude. That was my own imagination at work. He danced the samba and described beauty queens with big smiles, body paint on their tan bodies, and sequined skirts with their tits hanging out.

An older couple noticed us horsing around in the street. Hector didn’t care. He waved at them and used that as an excuse to run off. He waved at me and assured me that he was doing this whether I wanted it to go down or not. “If you tell anyone, I’ll say it was your idea!” he snickered in a cocky but good-natured way.

That evening I was really nervous. I felt guilty that Hector was going to go through with it. Brunna looked oblivious and happy as she sat on the picnic table outside of the Winnebago in her bikini and ate her dinner. My Aunt made her famous paella but also cooked traditional American hamburgers for us on the grill. It was great.

I didn’t want to say anything to Hector about his plan. I rarely spoke to my cousin, and if my family saw us plotting and whispering, then they’d assume I was involved if things went south.

Hector tried to get Brunna in trouble during dinner. He teased her a little by poking her and tickling her ribs, and she played back. The tension ramped up that my cousin would get spanked outside on the patio.

It was still broad daylight outside, and people were riding bikes or walking outside still.

His mother ignored their playful back and forth until it became annoying, and then with a few curt words, she ended it. Hector was not dissuaded.

Once inside the R.V., he waited about an hour. We were watching T.V. quietly. “Hey, where is my Nintendo D.S.!” he began frantically looking around for it. I almost believed that he was genuinely worried about it.

“It’s around here somewhere, Hector. You never play with it,” his mother sounded frustrated as she helped him look.

“I play with it all the time, Ma-ma,” Hector replied with a deadpan expression that implied he jerked off.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Hector,” Gloria insisted. His father chuckled a little, and so did Brunna.

My parents and sister didn’t know what to make of Hector’s protests. I’d never seen him show interest in video games, and I did not even know he had an old Nintendo DS. I used to love mine when I was little.

“Do you have it, Jason?” Hector started patting around on my bunk. I was lying on the top bunk watching the T.V. He made a show of roughly patting my bunk.

“No,” I insisted.

“Hey, it’s got to be somewhere. It didn’t just walk off on its own,” Hector insisted. His mother, Gloria, stood by with a frustrated look on her face while her son confronted me. She assured him it would turn up.

“Hang on, what about you, Audrey? Did you have it? It’s okay if you do. Just give it back,” Hector was almost playful as he searched around where my sister was sitting. Audrey wore a long white T-shirt over her bikini. She lifted her legs so he could look in the cabinet below her feet.

I felt a tinge of guilt that I may have seen my sister’s muff today. I wanted to spoil Hector’s plan to frame his sister. I knew that was where this was going.

“Process of elimination,” Hector assured his sister that he had to make a routine check of her stuff to see if it was there.

“You know I do not like video games, Hector,” Brunna insisted. Her tone suggested that anyone who did was a nerd or a loser – at least, that is what I read into it. I was a little less sympathetic to what was about to happen. I still didn’t want to see the girl have to get spanked over Hector’s idea of a prank.

He rifled through her luggage and found the portable grey video game unit exactly where he had planted it when nobody was looking.

“I do not know how that got there,” Brunna assured everyone. I could see a look of confused panic flash across my cousin’s eyes as she looked at her mother and denied her guilt.