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.
