This picks up at the end of part two. I don't reintroduce the characters.
The couch wasn't uncomfortable so much as it was just strange to still be there in the middle of the night. He adjusted his eyes to the room and saw the remnants of his and Aunt Brooke's fun but noticed their clothes were now in a small pile near the foot of the couch and the drinks were on the kitchen counter, but there was no Aunt Brooke who was, earlier, sleeping on his chest. It was dark outside so he got up to search for his phone and found it sitting on the coffee table - 3:23 a.m., figuring Brooke went to her room, he walked, naked, to the kitchen to grab something for his cotton mouth when he saw her on the deck... smoking? Intrigued, he walked to the door to see her sitting on the table in just the pair of light purple satin bottoms that were too small, but remarkably sexy, on her ass and if his little bit of high school partying was on point, that was no cigarette. He walked out.
"I wondered how long you were going to stare at me. Was it my tits, or the joint that made you stop?" she asked, laughing.
He walked out and realized he'd never felt this exposed, even when they almost had sex out here, but he kept moving towards her. He was finding it was hard to stay away.
"My Aunt Brooke always keeps me staring. Is that what I think it is?" He hugged her from behind, pressing against her naked body.
"Leave me to my vices, kiddo."
"Speaking of vices, move your arms so I hold your tits, Aunt Brooke." She leaned her head back and smiled at him.
"I like that."
"What, being told what to do?"
"A little, but mostly you knowing what you want and telling me. No poetry or fake platitudes, just, 'move so I can feel your fantastic tits.'"
"I didn't say 'fantastic' but damned if they aren't," he said, squeezing them and rubbing his fingers over her nipples.
"When a girl describes her own tits as 'fantastic', you just agree." She reached her arm behind her and put her hand on the back of his head.
"Understood," he replied with a kiss.
"You were great with your wife tonight. I think you crossed an important threshold," she said leaning back into him as he played with her tits.
"Well, good. What about my girlfriend?"
"I don't know Jonah, she's cute, but a real pain in the ass and speaking of ass, what are you doing back there?"
"Sorry, like I said, I promise I won't always have a hardon at some point but it's going to be a while and if I was going to do something back here would you stop me?" He kissed the back of her neck and pressed his hardening cock into her, feeling the soft satin bottoms against the tip of his penis.
"No, not you. You can do whatever you want to me, but butt stuff requires a talk with your girl so don't get froggy and jump before then. Advanced techniques will have to wait, and you have enough on your plate." She took another drag from her joint.
"Also, don't tell your parents about the weed. Got it?"
"Yea, the sex is fine but let's keep this one to ourselves."
She smacked him on his leg. "Smart ass. Go on to bed. I want to finish this."
"Your bed"
"Not tonight, baby. Lindsay usually comes on Friday's even if I haven't heard from the little harlot all week. This new boyfriend of hers is ruining my cleaning schedule and my girl wine time."
"Yea, me, naked, in your bed with a raging hardon would be awkward."
"I don't know, Lindsay is pretty open and I like thinking about your raging hardon."
"How open?" Jonah smirked.
"Don't get any ideas, my private sexy time with Lindsay is my business and this is why women don't talk about liking other women. Don't assume we want a threesome and that is what you're doing right now."
"Maybe as a birthday present?"
Brooke took a big drag from the joint and cut her eyes at him. "Go to bed, Jonah, before you loose your BJ privileges."
"Love you, Aunt Brooke. Good night."
"Night, sweetie. Oh, and Jonah, I don't always make the best decisions, okay. Like tonight, we shouldn't have fallen asleep on the couch like that. I could talk my way out of it to Lindsay, but we need to be careful and I'm not good at careful, so you'll have to remind me sometimes."
"I wish we didn't have to hide, Aunt Brooke."
"Well, we do. We all have secrets, Jonah."
"Right. I understand. Good night." He wished he could tell the world but that would never be them. They would always be a secret.
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For the first time, Jonah woke up before Brooke, so he quietly put on his running shorts and new shoes and headed to the beach. Running after drinking all night and pacing himself on the sand was new to him; the combination wasn't pleasant. Five miles turned into him backtracking around one and a half miles out - three would do for this morning he thought to himself as he smelled the alcohol sweating from his pores. The cool ocean water called to him as he approached the beach in front of the house, but he saw Brooke waiting for him and she didn't look happy. He was out of breath but worried as he jogged up and realized her hair was up in a high ponytail, and her eyes were blue.
I'm still not in the mood for her today.
But he didn't see a choice now.
"Jonah! There you are. I've been texting you all morning. Why are you ignoring me?"
He had his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath but he looked at his phone, strapped to his upper arm, and saw her texts.
"Well, I'm running if that isn't obvious."
"Why didn't you call me to come with you? I would have worn my workout clothes instead of this cute bathing suit you don't really deserve to see me in and you're gross and sweaty, eww. You need to shower and change before you take me to breakfast and make up for how you ruined the other night."
She was cute, but that mouth. He wasn't sure how Brooke could change looks like she did but she was in a white bikini with blue stars covering it. The top and bottom connected with a strip of material that had a metal ring, hovering over her belly button, holding both pieces together. She looked 10 years younger.
"Maybe I didn't call you because I'm tired of you bitching at me all the time." He loved the character game with his wife, but he was honestly ready to fail this test hoping he could make up for it with another, less annoying, character."
"What did you just say to me?" She scrunched her face and turned red.
"Look, I don't like you bitching all the time and I don't like being called names. I'm not stupid or gross and it pisses me off when you say that. How you like it if I called you gross all the time? Or threatened you and ran away when something upset me? You'd feel pretty shitty too."
"Don't cuss, please." She had crossed her arms over her chest and looked genuinely... sad? Was that right?
"I'm not wanting to cuss, but I'm upset. You're my girlfriend and no one insults me as much as you do so, yea, I wanted to be by myself this morning and last night."
She stood with her arms crossed and looked around the beach nervously.
"Not all the time alone, right? Just yesterday and this morning?" she asked in a near shaking voice.
"I don't know Brooke. Maybe I'm too fucking stupid to know the difference." She winced when he said that. He felt real anger come out. He didn't like this role at all and enough was enough, but he thought harder for a moment when he saw a small tear from her eye. Ugh.
"Look, I'm getting in the water; I'm hot." He took off his shoes and put his phone in them as he walked in the ocean, leaving Brooke on the shore. The waves met him and the cold water was a relief, chilling the sweat and helping clear his foggy head from the alcohol and his roleplay session with needy girlfriend Brooke this morning. Jonah dunked his head under the salt water and came up to see Brooke walking out to him.
"Help me Jonah, I don't want to get eaten by sharks. How close can they get?"
Christ, she was annoying.
Stop worrying. Come here before you fall.
"I worked hard on my hair this morning so I better not fall. Hold me, Jonah."
