Page 58 of The Virgin Playboy

“I'll do you one better. Graham was in a band when he was twelve,” Winnie interrupted, grateful she changed the subject.

“There's no proof if there's no pictures,” Jaq singsonged.

“Thank the heavens this sis has video,” Wilhelmina scooted over, showcasing performances we had posted on YouTube that barely got one hundred views.

“There's me in the background, slowly hating myself in that moment, because everybody hates the bass player. Only to find out later that the bass is one of the coolest. I should have kept it up,” Winnie pointed and explained.

“I'm afraid to ask what kind of music.”

“We were, like part Christian cover band, part whatever you consider the Beach Boys. We’d change our minds like every ten seconds. Not surprised to see we disbanded after like, a month,” Winnie joked.

“Graham could basically hold the band all by himself. He played like twelve instruments,” my sister bragged.

“Trust me, I’ve seen him in action. But please, tell me anything else I don't know,” Jaq taunted.

“Actually y'all, Jaq wanted me to take her to the beach, and I want to go while if there's still sun left,” I persuaded.

“Okay. But we wanted to have dinner later, so please say you'll join us.”

“Wouldn't miss it,” Jaq chimed.

It wasn't long before I was grabbing the keys to the Rav 4, reveling in the fact that I'd have Jaq all to myself. It wasn't lost on me that the first few hours at the house had been rocky, but I was sure things would pick up at the beach.

“Everything all right, baby?” Comforting her on the way, kissing the hand of hers that I had access to.

“You gon’ definitely have to find somewhere and park. Your girl definitely gon’ need some dick,” she announced, half serious, but definitely in a tone that suggested she was joking.

“That bad?”

“No, Graham, it's not…bad. It's just being at your family house. Our upbringings are vastly different.” I found somewhere secluded and parked, letting her climb on top of my lap, as we awkwardly adjusted to accommodate a quickie.

“What do you mean?” I strained being enveloped in her warmth.

“Your family is so nice. They just have baby and marriage fever⁠—”

“Oh, fuck!” I shouted. “Sorry, I’m listening, it’s just…” I acknowledged, easing her to slow her pace.

“I feel like a heathen that's corrupting you.”

“You did corrupt me,” I smiled into her kiss. “But the good kind of corrupt. Like low level kind of corrupt,” I joked, trying to latch onto one of the bouncing tits hitting my face.

“I'm gonna need you to take control, baby. I just need a quicker release,” she commanded.

“Coming right up,” as I grabbed her hips, with just enough wiggle room for her to grind her hips against mine as I thrust up into her from below. Heavy panting, hilted breaths and spasming bodies later, we laughed into the aftermath, holding on to each other so tight you’d think the plan was to never let go.

“Have I already told you how much I love you?” I joked.

“Only about a couple a hundred times after you came,” she kissed my forehead.

“But I mean it, though. I'm not just saying it because I love having sex,” I smiled, letting her climb over back to her side.

“You seem really good with kids,” Jaq noted, resting her chin in her hand to regard my reaction.

“I mean, she's my niece.”

“Wanting a big family by the age of twelve?” she taunted.

“Okay, but remember, I have siblings. That's all I know. If I hadn't had my sister, I would have been like the only weird brown LDS kid left to fend for myself. At least I stood at chance with her. We didn’t all grow up cool like you,” I flirted. “Just because I grew up liking all those things or wanting certain things doesn't mean I expect you to. I swear, that's like the worst of it. Outside of stuff like that, my family's pretty chill.”