Chapter 7

My Aunt wanted to see what bargains they found at the flea market. That held no particular fascination for me. My mom showed her some stuff she purchased, and Gloria laughed that she wished she had gone with her.

I took that personally – was I that bad at sex? It was my first time!! As I often do with many events, I began to dissect, revisit, and regret what I did that afternoon.

I remembered some of the unusual things we did. She told me to choke her – did she really want to stop her own airflow? She had said not to crush her windpipe, but she really wanted me to choke her. She slapped me too. Was I supposed to slap her back?

Aunt Gloria told me she was teaching me how to handle women. I believe that couldn’t possibly be how women want to be treated. It was everything counter to what I had been taught – you do NOT hit women.

She also told me about the make-believe fantasies – pillow talk or midnight confessions, she called it. How much of what she told me was true? Did my Uncle Jose know about what would happen today? Had she bragged she’d take a young lover to him?

He didn’t look at me like he was jealous or knew about any hanky panky.

Gloria talked about Brunna almost as much as herself. It was hot – was she going to do any of those things?

She said my dick belonged to her – which honestly thrilled and terrified me in equal measure. What did it mean? Did it mean anything at all? Was being owned by her part of the pillow talk?

“What is this?” my Aunt reacted poorly to what Brunna was showing her. It was a new bikini – it was much more conservative than the one that Brunna wore now. It was obviously influenced by my mom.

“It was cheap,” my mom shrugged.

“I do not care if it costs one penny. She already had a perfectly good bikini!”

“Oh, come on, Brunna is popping out of that thing, and everyone at the water park was staring at her,” my mom dismissed Gloria’s concerns.

“They stare at her because she is a pretty young girl,” Gloria said. Brunna smiled brightly at that mention. “Nobody cares what you wear at the water park as long as your slit and tits are covered!”

My mom was taken aback. “I paid for it. You didn’t have to pay a dime. I got a matching one for Audrey.”

“Did you get a matching suit for yourself?” Gloria seemed angry.

“No,” my mom thought that suggestion was silly.

“I am getting pretty tired of you constantly criticizing my parenting, Ellen,” Gloria accused my mom of conspiring to undermine her authority.

“That’s not what was happening,” my Dad tried to be the voice of reason. My mom and Aunt both glared at him to stay out of it.

“Look, we are in close quarters in a small RV. Tempers are bound to get out of hand. It’s just a bikini, my love,” Jose offered sweetly.

“Yeah, that’s fine. So, you don’t want the bikini I bought you? You want this cheap flea market bikini?” Gloria asked her daughter with more than a little passive aggressiveness in her tone.

“No, Mom! I just thought it’d be cool to have a matching one with Audrey!”

“If it falls right off the first time, you get it wet; I am going to make you walk around that water park just like that!” Gloria threatened before adding that she’d wear the bikini she bought her daughter.

“That bikini is way too inappropriate for that park, Gloria,” my mom assured her.

“You said everybody was looking at her yesterday. No manager came over and had a problem with it, right?”

“I guess so,” my mom said. She was clearly second-guessing what she had done and wishing she had not bought the bikini in the first place.

“I am not ashamed of the bikini I bought you, Brunna. I saw nothing wrong with it.”

“I didn’t either, Mommy!”

“Don’t mommy me. What else did you buy?”

Brunna bought a few other things, nothing of note.

“No toothbrush?”

“Why would I buy a toothbrush?” she asked sweetly.

Gloria looked up at me and gave me a knowing glance. It was so fast that nobody noticed. “I just thought you might be ready for a bigger toothbrush,” she said cryptically and let the matter drop. “Your other one seems worn out.”

Why did she offer me that split-second glance? Did it mean anything at all? Was she just joking? Was it to see if I was paying attention? Did she have some secret plans about Brunna and the toothbrush? Did Brunna pick up on the idea that her mother knew what she sometimes did with her brush?

I assumed she had a special one that she used in her pussy, and it wasn’t the brush she put in her pussy to tickle her sweet taco.

My Aunt didn’t continue the discussion and instead discussed meal options.

“I am famished,” Gloria said. My family had eaten at some restaurant called Sam’s Southern Eatery, and they were stuffed. They all said it was great food.

“Maybe I should call an Uber and grab a bite,” Gloria suggested and asked me if I wanted to go with her. Given our new arrangement, I felt I should and agreed. Her husband quickly countered that they had food there she could make.

“We have food here, but you all got to eat out. I’d like to eat out,” Gloria’s grin was wide open, a double-entendre that she’d like to be eaten out again.

“Why don’t you just get it delivered by Door Dash, Gloria?” my mom suggested.

“Because I am sick of being cooped up here, and I’d like to get out. This is supposed to be a vacation, isn’t it,” Gloria insisted.

Just as Gloria produced her phone and ordered an Uber for us, Brunna said she would like to go.

I saw the apprehension on my Aunt’s face. I think she wanted to be alone with me. “Anyone else wants to go?”

“I will go,” Hector shrugged. Audrey was happy to go as well.

“You are all hungry?”

“No,” they shook their heads. They just wanted to get out of the RV as well.

“We can all do something later. I am going to get something to eat, and I may do a little shopping as well,” my Aunt decided.

“You seem like you are both over your food poisoning,” my mom said skeptically.

“Jason, wear something nice and clean,” she told me while ignoring my mother.

My mom looked like she was beside herself when I hopped down, got some clothes, and went into the tiny cubby hole-sized bathroom to change.

“What? You are going to tell my daughter how to dress. Why can’t I tell your son how to dress?”

My mom was about to defend herself and say she hadn’t intended for the swimming suit to make my Aunt angry. However, Gloria had already shut the door to their bedroom and started changing.

I began to get nervous. Would my mom figure this out? What if I spent TOO much time hanging out with just my Aunt Gloria? How would I explain it? I put on a dress polo and the nicest pair of jeans I had.

“Oh, we need to find you something better than this; it’s trash. What will people think?” my Aunt tugged my shirt and jeans as if she were sizing people up. “Let’s get you a proper BRAZILIAN outfit and throw this perfectly good set of clothes into the trash, okay? It doesn’t matter what she paid for it.”

“Gloria!” my mom huffed.

Jose warned my mother not to take the bait and argue with Gloria. My mom sagely took the advice.

When the Uber arrived, my Aunt thought nothing of taking my hand and leading me out of the Winnebago. There was a blue car waiting for us. Gloria giggled like a schoolgirl as she hopped into the backseat with me.

I was nervous and felt awkward. My Aunt looked at the driver. He was an older black guy and then back at me. She removed a twenty from her purse and asked him to take us somewhere naughty.

“What kind of naughty?”

“Sexy ladies, do you have any place with sexy ladies?”

“Strip club? There is Larry Flynt’s Hustler’s Club, but that’s downtown,” he said.

“That’s where we want to go but leave the original address in your system,” she said.

I wondered if she was trying to hide her destination from her husband. That would mean he may not know about me.

The driver wanted more than a 20 on top of the fare to go downtown. “Fifty, but I’ll need you to stop an ATM. Are you cool not to look in your rearview mirror for a little while?”

“Very cool,” he took some cash from my Aunt.

“Take your pants down, Jason,” she said. I heard the elderly black man chuckle a little. I was reluctant but unzipped my pants.