He read over the message one last time before sending it.
Hello Reagan. This is going to sound odd, I know, but I'm your brother. Please don't stop reading. We have the same dad, Brian Almont. I just want to talk to you. If you'd rather me leave you alone, I will, but I can explain what I know. My mom hired a PI who found this picture of you and him. I can provide any details you need, but I'd love to just talk. Take care.
He hit send.
Reagan Almont lived in Louisville, Kentucky. He didn't see their dad on her social media page. He dropped off the grid 6 years ago, so Jonah would need a private investigator to find him if Reagan wasn't any help. She waited tables at a chain restaurant according to her page filled with pictures of her and her coworkers. No husband or boyfriend and nothing about her mother so, now all he could do was wait.
He grabbed his phone and walked downstairs to find Lindsay going through an enormous stack of mail.
"Hey, Lindsay. Fan mail?"
"Yea, people love sexy 33-year-old redheads."
"33? You said 32 the other day." He walked over and hugged her, making sure his hand crossed over her large tits.
"She's been 32 or 33 for about two years now. She was a freshman when I was a Senior in college, so ignore her devious lies." Brooke walked in from her bedroom wearing a skimpy tank top and short striped sports shorts that accented her plump ass.
"Devious lies?! Never in my 31 years have I had to deal with such insolent friends!"
Jonah and Brooke laughed as they made their way to the coffeepot. Lindsay laughed with them.
"Is that really fan mail for you, Aunt Brooke?"
"Yea, and I try to read most of it. Since smart phones and social media, we don't get many dick pic Polaroids, but we still get weird shit sometimes. It's fun. Speaking of, I booked a show in a few weeks in Atlanta. I'm inviting Ainsley."
"What show?"
"B Movie MILF Harlots-a-rama?" Lindsay said just before ducking a bagel Aunt Brooke launched across the room.
"It's a horror con and Ainsley will love it."
"She will. Thanks for that." Jonah hugged her and felt her nipples on his chest through her thin shirt.
"So, you and Lindsay went to college together? I didn't realize that."
"We didn't. she went to a private college that nobody could afford."
"Still jealous, Brooke? All you poor people at the cow college on top of the hill, destined to be our maids and go through our fan mail."
Brooke huffed. "I'm not jealous and you're not my maid and I appreciate what you do for me, so stop it. Wait, are you seriously sitting there in your panties? Go put on some fucking clothes, Lindsay, shit."
Jonah glanced over and smiled at Lindsay. She was wearing a pair of yellow satin panties.
"It's a bikini bottom, so chill out."
Brooke wasn't having it. "No, it's not. I wore those style of panties when I was 18. You're 31, or 32 or whatever."
"You own a pair now, Brooke."
"First, don't talk about my panties in front of my nephew and two, you admit they are panties, so put on some shorts before you distract Jonah more than you already have."
"So what if they're panties? They cover the same stuff."
"We live on the beach, so bikini bottoms are fine, not panties."
"You're saying if we lived inland, it wouldn't be okay for me to go to the store in a bikini, but I could in a beach town? How the fuck does that make sense? If I want, I'll let this big ass out."
"Whatever, hussy." Brooke stirred in her coffee creamer.
"This big ol' ass of mine. I'm gonna let it shine!" She started singing and Jonah clapped in rhythm, making Brooke laugh in her coffee.
"Who am I kidding? Now that you've taken advantage of my poor nephew and desecrated our familial kitchen, you can wear what you want around here."
Lindsay jumped up from the table of mail.
"You weren't supposed to tell him I told you. Fuck, Brooke!"
"It's fine. Jonah doesn't care."
"I care. Jonah, she got me stoned and made me tell her. Brooke, I can't believe you said something.
"Sorry. I thought it was okay."
"Well, it isn't. I don't like being treated like a joke."
Jonah walked over to her. "It's okay that she knows. Don't be embarrassed, please."
"Embarrassed? I enjoyed doing that with you, so now I feel stupid."
"That wasn't my intention, Lindsay. I'm sorry."
"I am too, sorry for trusting you. Do your own fucking mail; I'm leaving. Don't worry, I'll put on some pants."
"Lindsay please."
They caught each other looking as she jiggled her ass down the hall and stomped off to the guest room, slamming the door.
"Her ass is amazing, mom."
"It is. Especially in those panties. I'll talk to her. Do you mind giving us some privacy? Sorry to ask."
"No worries. I'll use the hot tub. Good luck." He walked outside.
Jonah sat his coffee on the edge of the tub and slipped into the warm water. September was ending, so the mornings were cooler. As he relaxed and enjoyed his coffee, he heard the front door slam and a car start just before Brooke came outside.
"Well, she isn't happy. Looks like I fucked up."
"Will she be okay?"
"Oh, yeah, we'll talk. I'll go over to her apartment tomorrow if I don't hear from her and things will be fine. Don't worry. She was uptight about this. She must really like you."
"What do you mean?"
Brooke pulled her top off and slid out of her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties, so she stepped into the hot tub with Jonah and straddled him.
"I mean, your little escapade meant more to her than I initially thought. It was special to her, so she got upset at me for making light of it."
She leaned in, kissing him.
"I hope she's okay. Maybe I should go talk to her, mom."
"No, you'll just end up having sex, which is fine, but it won't help her come back over. I'll go later, but speaking of sex, baby." Brooke rubbed her pussy against his hardening cock, and he felt her short blonde bush rub over the tip.
"You want mommy's pussy? It's still yours."
"You know I do."
Brooke moved her nipples to his mouth and let out a small moan as he sucked them and flipped his tongue over the tips.
"I love when you suck on my big nipples, baby. Keep going. I'm going to take good care of your cock."
Jonah only needed a small bit of encouragement from her. Seeing her nipples through her shirt was enough to make him hard. He was throbbing at this point.
