Characters Pt. 02

Author's note: This story picks up at the end of part 1. I don't reintroduce the characters.

He picked up his phone from the nightstand, checking the time; he'd slept in and his head was pounding. Gathering his thoughts, his mind reflected on the evening before as he looked around his aunt's room through sleepy eyes; he'd slept here last night, with her. They did more than sleep. Certain there was a rule somewhere that last night should be celebrated, he was too lost in the memory of how she felt to focus on his first time as if it were some mountain he finally climbed. There was only her and how her body felt and, unfortunately, a splitting headache from the alcohol.

"There's your first hangover, lover boy," he said to the empty room. Raising up, he put his feet on the carpeted floor and saw some Tylenol and a glass of OJ on the table. Grabbing the tablets and tossing them in his mouth, he downed the OJ and stood up to look for his clothes. Despite having sex last night and a blinding headache now, his dick was hard as rock again so he reached for his jeans to hide his predicament when she came walking out of the bathroom, naked, drying her hair with a towel.

"Good morning, sweetie. It looks like you're ready for round two," her eyes moved down to his boxers that weren't doing much to hide his condition.

"Sorry."

"Why?"

"I'm trying not to have a hardon around you all the time."

"I don't mind now. We're past that, but I don't think I have time to take care of it. Come here and give me a kiss though."

Jonah met her embrace and felt the instant tingle in his stomach when he touched her naked hips and felt her tongue in his mouth. Moving his hands to her ass, he squeezed and pulled her into him, feeling her tits press against his naked chest. She softly broke the kiss after what he felt was too short a time and leaned back letting him take in her body as he kissed down her neck, moving his mouth lower, remembering how her nipples hardened in his mouth when he first tasted them.

"Hey, hotshot. I can't this morning but I promise you, later. If I let you do what you're about to do, I won't be able to control myself and I don't have time for sex and another shower. Speaking of sex, are you cool? That was your first time and I really didn't ask but I think we both wanted it."

"It was amazing."

"It was fun and we'll have a lot more of it, but not right now." She paused, "Hey, kiddo?"

"Yea?" She must have seen Jonah was deep in his thoughts since she moved closer and kissed his lips again with a soft, wet kiss.

"I love you and this is going to be fine, ok? Don't get weird on me. We're a team. You and me."

"Ok, Aunt Brooke. You and me."

She had the strangest smile when he said it to her; he couldn't place that one just yet.

"I have a photoshoot for some stupid interview for an equally stupid documentary, so I'm going to be out most of the day. Why don't you relax and go to the beach."

"I need to go out and get a few things, maybe unpack later. That reminds me, do you have another car?"

"No, I'll have a driver pick me up, but we'll buy you a car."

"Seriously? I have money saved and..."

"Stop it, Jonah. I'm a multimillionaire, remember? We're going to get a car in your name with me cosigning and I'm going to put you on a few of my credit cards. You need to build credit and we're starting now. It's not just sex ed around here, stud."

Jonah stood and watched her, naked, walk around the room without a hint that she was bothered. Try as he might to hide his cock, he couldn't focus on anything but her as she grabbed a pair of blue satin panties and slid the shiny fabric up her tanned legs and over her ass, covering the tan lines from her bikini. He moved to the window as a breeze took the curtains, tying not to ogle her, but he couldn't help looking back and watching as she snapped her bra and adjusted it over her tits.

"You know, one of the more intimate things a woman can do, is let you be in the room while she's getting ready. No makeup, no pretty hair yet, just boobs swinging about and the awkward movement of bending over to put her feet in her panties."

"There was nothing awkward about what I just saw," Jonah said as he turned from the window, taking in the ocean again. He felt her arms around him and the soft satin of her bra press against his back.

"You're really sweet. You're going to do great and I'm going to help you."

"I love it here, Aunt Brooke. You, your house..."

"Our house, Jonah."

"Our house," he replied. "I love being here with you."

She kissed the back of his neck, "Now, that was special. You have a good heart and I would let you throw me on the bed and ravage me but we're busy so go get a shower before I decide being late is worth it."

Jonah smiled as he made his way out of the room with one last glance at her.

He showered and managed to not masturbate; he wasn't worried about his aunt catching him as much as he didn't know if she was going to test him again and jump in the bathroom, knowing how horny he was, but he finished the shower uninterrupted and changed clothes before going downstairs.

As he walked to the fridge, he saw a note and the SUV key. She had already left.

Jonah, I recommend you try to make thinks up to your needy girlfriend. She wasn't too happy when she ran out. Maybe a present would be nice when she comes by today.

Love, Aunt Brooke

Great, needy girlfriend. It was fun he told himself as he grabbed a water bottle and headed out.

His phone rang and he rolled his eyes.

"Hey, mom."

"Well, hello. No phone call? It's bad enough you moved in with Brooke but now you don't call your mother?"

"I sent a text mom and I'm busy."

"I'm 50 years old Jonah, I don't want a text from my son. What are you doing this week?"

"I'm getting settled in and relaxing, mom."

"Are you coming home before you start school? Is Brooke there? I need to let her know we have some stipulations on this living arraignment."

"She isn't here and you have no say so in what happens to me."

"You listen to me, Jonah, she is not someone to model your life after. I want you out of there ASAP and you need to..."

"Love you, mom. Bye."

Fuck her. Fuck them. He calmed himself before left, promising to have a good day and leave that conversation behind.

Brunswick was a tourist spot but not too crazy on a Tuesday, so Jonah was able to navigate through Glenn Place Mall. He needed some clothes since he'd been in the polo shirt and blue jean shorts world of military style for the last year, but he didn't have much luck. He did find some decent jeans and a new pair of boots, and next on the list were running shoes but he stopped in the food court first seeing a Pizzarinas-By-the-Slice and waited in line before the girl at the counter greeted him.

"It's not pizza, pizza and saying pizza twice doesn't make it good so say Pleaaazzzzz Pizzarinas! Which taste of Italy would you like today?"

Ouch.

Jonah stopped for a minute and his aunt's words came to him, "everyone has three lives...". This girl's public life, working at a place where her friends probably hang out and she has to say that to everyone. How many people walk up here just to hear her say it and laugh at her?

"I always say please but I have to warn you, I do tend to say things twice and I always say please."

She squinted her eyebrows, and turned her head, giving him the side eye before a small smile crept on her face.

"Cute. Original. Self-depreciating and not too snarky. I'll give your response an 8."

"Not a 10?" Jonah asked with a grin.

"You have to be OP to get a 10 here, man. Now do you want some pizza or banter 'cause I'm not here to do both."

"Fair enough." Jonah held his hands in mock defeat which made her smile and then he saw her for real. She had dark brown hair tied in a messy ponytail under the stained Pizzarinas headgear but her hair didn't cover the several piercings that ran up the back of her ear and he was sure he saw the bottom of a tattoo on the inside of her upper arm when she raised it up to adjust her dirty hat.

What's your private world like?

"Well?" She had a playful smile on her face when Jonah realized he'd been staring at her like a jackass.

"Oh, yea, uhm, I'm wearing a white shirt so let's do the spaghetti, is it good?"

She looked around and made sure the guy in the blue shirt with no apron who walked around the small kitchen was not directly behind her.

"No, don't every order spaghetti in the food court. Where have you been? It's terrible. Get a slice a pizza."

"Pizza, pizza it is. You talked me into it. You talked me into it."

"Don't do that again."

"Ok, ok. I'll stop. It's just that I needed an excuse to buy a new shirt so I thought a spaghetti stain would do it."

"Well, find a better excuse."

"Like a date, maybe. That's a good reason to buy a new shirt," He replied.

"Maybe," she said with smile and he caught her eyes looking away and then back at him. "Pepperoni or Supreme. The cheese pizza is an hour old and the Sausage looks sketchy."

"Pepperoni, don't want to get sick."

"That would ruin your date," she replied as she rang him up and put an empty cup on his tray for the soda fountain. He tried not to have a stupid grin on his face but he didn't succeed as he turned from the counter and walked to his seat. Should he say something then? Or wait? Or forget it since guys probably hit on her all the...

"Sir, you forgot your receipt."

"Oh, I don't need it."

"Sure you do, Sir."

"Look I don't need a receipt for the pizza. I give you the money. You give me pizza. End of transaction. We don't need to bring ink and paper into this."

"Nice try, that's Mitch Hedburg and you need to work on your delivery."

"So, no 10?"

"That was a seven, bro."

"I'll work on it," he replied as he grabbed the receipt, turning around to the food court tables, he paused when he saw her number written on the bottom with a note:

Ainsley, I'm 18 and I clean up nice. I like Mexican and horror movies. Text don't call. I live with mom and dad and they're nosy. Enjoy your pizza.

He looked back to acknowledge her and saw she was helping someone else, but she looked a little happier, he thought.

After eating, he found some new shaving cream and accessories from a store that had more pictures of men's beards than he would ever be comfortable seeing again but had no luck looking for running shoes so he headed home, making sure he put Ainsley's number in his phone. Aunt Brooke wasn't home when he got in so he put his shopping away and unloaded a couple of boxes from the trailer when he saw a text from her.

Aunt Brooke: You home yet? I'm still here; it sucks.

She sent a picture of herself with a bored expression in what looked like a dressing room.

Jonah: Yea, I'm home unloading some stuff.

Aunt Brooke: Facetime me.

He put the box he was carrying down in the living room and sat at the kitchen counter to Facetime her. She answered quickly as her face appeared on the screen with a big smile.

"Hey you. How's your day?"

"Good, went to the mall but didn't find any running shoes so I'll try again."

"Let's go tomorrow. We can look at cars, get a saving account set up and go to the outlets for shoes. They have more to choose from there."

"Ok, sounds good. Oh, check this out," Jonah relayed his encounter with the girl at the mall.

"She scored your joke and knows who Mitch Hedburg is? Shit, I may ask her out."

"Well, I'll try to beat you to it. I guess I should wait two days and text her, right?"

"What? Why? And who the fuck comes up with this stuff?"

"Well, that's what I heard. I don't want to seem too eager, right?"

"She gave you her number so you would contact her. We literally live in a world where we respond to strangers online instantly but somehow we feel the need to wait 48-72 hours to say hello to a person of the opposite sex who actually invited us to have a conversation. If you don't text her by tonight, I will. Give her time to get off work and set something up this weekend.

"I've never done that."

"What?" She asked.

"Got a girl's number like that."

"Why do you think that is?"

"My charm and good looks?"

She rolled her eyes and they both laughed.

"I'm sure those helped and you're a cutie but it's one of those things. This is sort of like credit, I guess. People feel like you must have credit to get credit or you have to be with someone to get someone. I get it and maybe it isn't too far from the truth sometimes, but people, or companies, have to trust you, whether it's with a loan or their phone number. When you're comfortable with yourself it shows and it's hard to convince people you're not a risk, credit or for dating, and you managed to do that and without my help, really.

"But I'm not single; I have you," he told her.

"You have me?" She asked. "I'm just your cosigner, so I don't get too much credit here."

"No, I have you. You and me. Us. A team, like you said. We live in our house now, together," he replied.

She turned her head slightly and gave a small smile and her eyes seemed thoughtful when she focused back in on him.

"Yea, I guess you have me, but I'm still your aunt and we need to remember that."

"I know, but you're still mine, right?"

She didn't hide her smile behind her thoughts this time, "Yea, Jonah, I'm yours."

"I liked this morning; it was special. Thank you."

"What? The blowjob? I told you not to thank girls for sexy stuff."

"No, letting me watch you get dressed. I'm thanking you for trusting me and you wouldn't let me watch you if you didn't trust me. Thank you."

"You certainly don't need much help with your words, Jonah. Well, you're welcome and thank you for watching me."

"I could watch you all the time."

"Are you watching me now?" She turned her body and made sure the door was locked and when she turned back, she had two buttons undone on her shirt.

"Do you want to see them again?"

"Yes."

"Is your dick hard? Do you get that way when you think about me?" She didn't wait for him to respond before she pulled her top open showing him the blue bra she put on earlier. Her tits sat perfectly in the satin material and he could make out the top of the dark halos surrounding her nipples just under the lace that adorned the edges of the blue cups that he noticed were pushed up by a wire outline underneath.

"This is an underwire," she said running her finger over the bottom of the bra, "And most of them are uncomfortable but this one is expensive so it isn't too bad. Don't buy cheap lingerie for your girls, okay?"

"Okay," he said through his breath, watching her.

"It does keep these girls up though, so I deal with it." She grabbed the bra and pulled it up, letting her tits fall out on her body with her dark nipples pointing at him. Inviting him. He wanted nothing more than to be near her.

"Are we going to hang out tonight when you get home? Maybe the bar again?" He moved his hand under the counter to adjust himself as she leaned back in her chair and put her arms over her head letting him look at her tits more.

"No bars tonight, but we'll hang out at home. Sound good?"

"Perfect, yea."

"I'm going to put these away until later and, Jonah, I love you."

"I love you too, Aunt Brooke."

"Bye, sweetie."

She left the call and he wondered how he would be able to control himself and wait but he wanted to see if he could. He wondered if it was a test because he intended to pass it. He got up and continued to unpack and keep his mind off her body. Several hours later, as he was getting out of the shower, he heard a text alert. Grabbing his phone, he saw Aunt Brooke sent him a selfie with a playful wink and then a message.

Aunt Brooke: Home in a few hours. Want carry out? Chinese?"

Jonah: Sure, anything's fine. Thought about you just now.

Aunt Brooke: How so?

He took a selfie for her showing his new trimmed body. The hair was much shorter now and he swore it added an inch to it, but he also took care of his other areas, making them less unruly and got rid of the silly two day growth that sprouted under his chin.

Aunt Brooke: If I wasn't starving, I'd say we skip take out.

Jonah: Well, maybe after takeout I can take care of you like you have me. You know, with my hands or..."

Aunt Brooke: You're sweet and you do take care of me. In due time. I'll be home soon. Love you.

He put the phone down, smiling, and got into his sweats and a t-shirt before sitting down at his computer for an hour or so, but then a second text came through.

Aunt Brooke: I'm bringing food over for your mom and dad since they have been so nice to me and to let them know I won't be coming around since I'm breaking up with you. Don't worry, I won't tell them what you did but I hope they are disappointed in you anyway. I'll be there soon.

"Great," he said out loud. He really didn't want to see his "girlfriend", but he wanted to pass the test so he prepared himself. A half hour later the doorbell rang.

Jonah opened the door and Brooke was there with a take out bag. She had used the time from when she took that selfie to transform. She had her hair in a high, playful, ponytail that let her dark blonde curls and thin pink streaks cascade around her head, and over her shoulders that were covered by a very thin white short sleeve open top with one button just below her neck, setting over a spaghetti strapped tank top. His eyes moved down to the short pleated skirt and white leggings that covered her down to her feet that were in a pair of plain black shoes with a small silver buckle connecting the single strap.

She cocked her eyebrows at him and pursed her lips as he noticed her makeup made her look so much younger. He couldn't believe it. Aunt Brooke had small, light freckles on her nose but those were covered in make up making her skin look a shade lighter than what he knew it be and her lips were fuller than what he thought, and he knew her eyes were hazel, not the bright blue staring at him now.

"Well, are you going to pretend you've never seen me before or invite me in?"

"Oh, yea, sorry, Brooke, uh, you look great. Your hair is pretty."

"I know. I wanted you to see what you're giving up. The least you could have done is put on some jeans. You shouldn't have company over when you're in sweatpants and an old stupid t-shirt. Where's your mom?"

"Uhm, not here."

"Yea, that's right. They aren't here on Tuesdays. They go bowling. I remember now. It must have slipped my mind. I guess I can leave the food and a note for them."

"Hey, don't be like that, listen. Let's talk. I'm sorry."

"This is more than a 'sorry'. You took advantage of me."

"Wait, what? No, no, it was an accident."

"An accident? Every guy says that. I thought you were different."

"Look, look, ok. Set the food down and let me explain. Here, I got you something."

"You..., you bought me a present?"

"I did. Here, I'll take the food and you close your eyes." Jonah took the bag and sat it on the kitchen counter.

"Close my eyes? Seriously? After what you did?"

"I'll stand all the way of here. Close them for 5 seconds, ok."

She crossed her arms and made a pouting face. "Fine, five seconds. One, two..."

When she opened her eyes, Jonah had grabbed a bouquet of flowers and a card from the kitchen counter.

"Flowers! Oh, they're my favorite color and they're nice. Where did you get them?"

"I went to mall and paid extra for the best ones they had. Here's your card."

"You went to mall? Shopping?"

"Yea, I thought that maybe if you forgave me, I could take you with me next time and you could pick out some clothes for me."

"I would totally get you something that would match and not look so dumpy. Oh my god, we can go to Nordstrom first then over to the Jean Factory and..." She paused and looked at him with a small frown but it didn't seem sincere. "I mean, we could if you respected me, and you obviously don't."