Jaycee's Blog - Sun, July 31

It occurs to me that after all these years, I've never talked about my family. Considering the circumstances, I think it's time I tell you a few things (you'll understand why in a moment). My dad's name is Jean-Paul and he's an attorney. My mom's name is Susanne and she's a nurse (and an exhausted one, thanks to the last two years). I also have a slightly younger sister named Michelle who's an engineer (graduated from Montreal Polytechnique). I love her dearly even if she's a pain in the butt know-it-all. Because they all live in Montreal, I don't get to see them very much. They don't like traveling all that much, so I'm the one doing the traveling. And because of covid-19, I've only seen them a half-dozen of times in person in the last two years.

This takes us to last week, when Brooke called me in a rush to let me know they were visiting (all of them) between July 31 and Aug 6.

Now, it may be possible for Brooke and I to fool each other's colleagues, lovers and acquaintances, but family is another thing altogether. They know you way too well and can tell when something's off (even after two years of sporadic contact).

No, this called for "live" coaching. I've therefore taken a quick leave of absence from Victoria's Secrets and rushed back to Quebec City so I can pretend to be my own girlfriend and "coach" Brooke through a credible performance of the real Jaycee.

I got there Saturday and—thanks to that "intimate" connection I now have with Brooke—had wild sex all evening, through the night, and most of Saturday morning. I was a bit exhausted when my parents and sister showed up, but I was able to keep my hands off Brooke for a few hours. Long enough for dinner at a nice local restaurant. It was a bit of a challenge near the end, but thankfully my family were tired from the long ride and retired to their hotel early.

I don't know if they bought that the Jaycee they know could score a chick as hot as "me" (Brooke), but it really wasn't hard to me to play the role of a loving girlfriend. Thanks to the connection between us and some wicked instructions from Brooke turning on the heat between my legs, I gave quite a performance. I coudln't seem to keep my hands off him. They must have thought I (Jaycee-as-Brooke) was quite the loving little slut.

I promise you that that's exactly what I was on the ride back and back home. I left half my clothes in Brooke's car and the remaining half along a trail leading to my former bedroom.

That turned out to be much harder than I had originally anticipated. I don't know if I can keep this up for an entire week.

We'll just have to see, huh?

--Jaycee