Emma’s Original Sin (Priscilla x thy secret)

[Priscilla May]

It all started on their family road trip a week ago, Emma Hugh saw a billboard in which a woman clad in a one piece bathing suit lay down in the sand in such a pose it made her brother stare. Their mother had yelled at their brother about his sinful desires manifesting as he stared at that billboard, but Emma stared at it much longer. It awoke something in her that she did not quite understand, the desire to be pretty, and look “really good” (absent words she did not know or understand) in a picture.

She was very sheltered, having grown up in church and home schooling she did not know much about anything. Social rules were God’s rules, and all their parents kept repeating was “don’t sin, don’t do sinful things” they never did explain much beyond that, but it did keep them in fear. But today as their parents were gone, Emma stepped out of that fear, and was determined to take a “pretty picture” of herself.

The first obstacle was obtaining a camera. She did not have a smartphone or a cell phone at all, those led to sin. But she had taken care of this problem several days ago when she had a rare moment inside the convenience store by herself. There she bought a disposable digital camera with money she got cleaning the old lady next door’s hosue. It was one where you could see the pictures on a really pixelated screen in the back.

Now that she was alone in her room with her babysitter and brother off somewhere else in the house. She changed into something she felt was “pretty”, a pair of Jean shorts that went nearly over her knees and the only tank top she owned which was strictly only for use at home. She technically knew she couldn’t wear it with the babysitter over but she was already sinning a lot so what was one more.

Grabbing the camera that she had hidden in her underwear drawer she stepped in front of the mirror, looking at herself and holding the camera up she snapped a photo. She was in a very rigid, straight up and down pose that was not super exciting. Emma huffed at the results. Next she tried laying on her bed like the woman on the billboard was, but snapping a photo that way was really hard too as her mirror was in the wrong place.

Emma buried her head in her mattress.

“Ugh this is so frustrating.” Her voice muffled by the comforter. She didn’t believe she would ever get a “pretty” picture of herself.

 

[thy secret]

It had been a little over half a decade ago that Jorge moved into the neighborhood, settling into the home that his family had been holding onto ever since his deeply religious uncle passed away. His widowed aunt insisted he keep the place warm, and although Jorge sometimes felt out of place, he didn't dislike the area. Most of his neighbors all went to the same church, often dragging him along, sometimes to ask about how his widowed aunt was doing. They were nice people, he figured, but he never shared their religious zeal. Still, he found himself quickly befriending the Hugh family right across the street, apparently good friends of his late uncle.

Thanks to his job as a graphics designer, he had fairly flexible hours, given most of his work was done from his PC, or on occasion from his laptop, This meant he had plenty of chances to join any cook-outs and get to know them, even their two teens he'd watched grow up the last few years. Perhaps that was why they hired him on as a babysitter, trusting him to watch over their kids whenever they were at work. Personally, Jorge thought they were old enough to watch themselves, but he knew well enough that the Hugh parents weren't about to let a pair of teens run wild on their own, and were very serious about "raising them right".

Jorge ended up accepting the job on a whim given he could still do his real job from his laptop, and it let him get out of the house, even if it meant looking after some teens. Due to being cooped up in his home most of the time, he'd been accumulating weight for years, and developed some poor eating habits without a good routine to keep to. What's more, he was already fairly overweight before he moved out of his parent's place too. But now that he lived alone, he was thankful to have a chance to leave the house, and occasionally joined Mr. Hugh on hiking trips—though he tended to end those trips soaked in sweat.

Today he arrived in the Hugh house early in the morning, just as their parents were leaving. After exchanging their regular greetings he went ahead and got himself a quick breakfast before cleaning the kitchen and eating areas up. The kids had been ushered to their bedrooms to finish their home-school studies, with each bedroom on opposite sides of the house given boys and girls shouldn't be too close to each other without a parent around, less they accidentally sin. Jorge was basically their guardian, being tasked with taking care of the two, and cleaning up when a mess appeared, so the parents didn't mind him approaching either room. Still, when he first came to babysit them, they gave her a bunch of guidelines about how to behave and dress like a proper young lady around him, which made him feel awkward.

After doing a quick look around the house, and doing some quick touch-ups on some work, Jorge decided to check on the teens to make sure they were studying properly. As he approached Emma's room, he heard a few clicking sounds, and immediately thought of the shutter of a camera, having done some light photography back in college. As he approached her room, hearing her complain about something, he cracked open the door, and saw she wasn't at her desk studying, so he pushed it further open and saw her in bed, and at her side, a cheap disposable camera. That's weird, he thought for a second. Although the Hugh parents weren't anti-electronics, they saw them as distractions for teens, and so kept the few devices they did own locked away in their own bedroom, and wouldn't dare allow them to take any back to their bedrooms. Additionally, she was wearing clothes that he was pretty sure she was instructed not to wear while he was here.

He knew Emma to be an obedient little girl who feared god, and wouldn't dare disobey her parents, so he couldn't help but feel interested as he swung the door further open, and called out to the teen.
"What are you up to, Em? Trying to take a selfie?" he asked, jumping to the most obvious conclusion.

 

[Priscilla May]

“Ah!” Emma neary fell off her bed, the camera flying up in the air high as she tossed it in her fright. It flew towards the wall and smashed into several pieces, the look on Emma’s face completely distraught.

But she quickly sat up in bed, knowing she was in trouble, ignoring the plight of her only camera as she sat hands on her knees looking at the ground.

“I am just taking a break from studying!” She yelled. Her face turned red as she realized he was seeing her in a spaghetti strap tank top, he could plainly see her slender shoulders and she knew that meant some sort of trouble. Emma did not know what trouble exactly but her parents made her wear sleeves enough she knew it was big.

“Just been a long day you know.” She made eye contact with the chubby boy, she had known him all her life and trusted him pretty well. He however was pretty loyal to their parents and would most likely tell them what she was doing. Her face turned even more red thinking about the lecture to come. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for Jorge to dig into her.

 

[thy secret]

Seeing the spectacle resulting from her overreaction, Jorge almost busted out laughing, and barely contained a snort, as he saw the teen quickly transition into an "I'm in trouble" pose—not that he was quite sure what she did to be in trouble for. Still, he was glad that in her shame, her eyes were glued to the floor while trying to make up an excuse, as he tried to hide the grin on his face at having spooked her. He didn't get as many opportunities to sneak up on someone like that nowadays.

By the time she tried to make eye-contact, he had transitioned into serious-mode, his arms crossed as he looked down at her, and tried to enumerate what rules she had likely broken, already used to the fact that what he thought was misbehaving was different for this family.
"Taking a break and all is fine, but… why are you dressed like that?" He asked, lightly waving a hand at her, gesturing to her shirt, before looking towards the busted up camera in the corner of the room.

"And where did you get that from? It's not your parents', is it?" He asked, his scrutinizing eyes returning to Emma's embarrassed form. She looked sorta cute dressed like that, actually.

 

[Priscilla May]

Emma was caught, there was no way out of it. He was going to tell her parents that she was wearing a tank too at home and had a disposable camera. He was an honest man so there was no way out of this, she may as well admit what she did wrong.

Head hanging low she stared at her feet, the words not coming to her until after a long awkward silence.

“I was…” she shook her head of embracement, placing her face in her hands. A tear rolled down her cheek as she tried to start over again.
“I wanted to… take a pretty picture of myself.” The shame was heavy on her expression. Yet her words were true and from the heart.

 

[thy secret]

Jorge felt awkward with the complete sincerity and shame she had for doing such a minor, and normal action. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a bit mischievous. On the one hand, he didn't feel comfortable getting in the way of her parent's teaching, knowing that if they found out he was contradicting their parenting, it would hurt his relationship with her parents and make it awkward to live around here. He wasn't as devout as them, but he still liked them as neighbors.

On the other hand… It was fine, as long as they didn't find out, right?
Thinking in that direction, he thought it would be fine to have some secrets between them.
"So you wanted to do some modeling huh?" He finally said after looking at her, walking over to the busted disposable camera, and picking it up. "I don't think your mom would be happy about that," He says before laying the camera down on her desk, before sliding his smartphone out of his pocket.
"Buuuut… I don't mind giving you a hand, if you can keep a secret," He said with a grin.

 

[Priscilla May]

As Jorge’s tone changed Emma began to brighten up. She rubbed a tear away from her cheek as he picked up the camera and suggested they keep it a secret. While she did not like the idea she was keeping a secret from her parents, she also didn’t want them to know about this, they would kill her. The fact Jorge also was willing to keep it a secret was comforting. He was a really honest person.

“Jorge, you would do that for me?” She covered her left breast with her hands as if she was putting them over her heart in gratification.

She was so excited that he had his smartphone, if Jorge could just hold on to the photos for her she would be fine.

“What is modeling exactly?” She inquired, looking at his phone. “You would let me borrow your phone to take pictures?” She smiled at him, brushing back her hair.

 

[thy secret]

The tall, yet chubby young man frowned hearing her question. She didn't even know the meaning of that word? Well, whatever. Explaining one or two things is fine, he figured, before shaking his head. "You don't even know how to use it, right?" He said, opening the camera app, before snapping a picture of her smiling face as she was fixing her hair.

"Modeling is kind of like an art of having your picture taken," he explained, showing her the photo he just now took. "Sounded like you were having trouble taking a good one, right? I've done some photography in college, so I can do these for you, and give you some pointers," He said, looking at her with a smile. Thinking about it, it could be kinda fun, as long as he kept her quiet.

 

[Priscilla May]

“The art of having your picture taken…” She contemplated for a long moment as she listened.

“So the lady on the billboard was modeling?!”

Jorge was right she didn’t have the first clue of how to use a smart phone, and after her luck taking pictures before she doubted doing it on her own even with one would turn out better. But as he told her about his experience in taking photography classes and that he would even take the pictures for her she was overly elated.

“Jorge, for real?!” She jumped up from the bed, rushing over to him she pressed herself against him in a warm hug. He felt a bit soft. It was nice the very few times she had ever hugged him in her life. She was not usually allowed to do hugs, but since they were breaking the rules a bit she decided it wasn’t a big deal.

“You are the best, just please please please don’t tell my parents. And will you keep the pictures somewhere safe?!”

 

[thy secret]

'Billboard? So what's got her all excited is an advertisement, huh?' He thought to himself with a light smirk, before she threw herself in a hug. He almost pushed her away in surprise, holding his hands away from her a moment before relenting, and returning the hug. He didn't get too many opportunities to give out hugs these days, outside of family get-togethers around the holidays. Hugging a young cute girl was nice…

"Ahem… right. They won't find out from me. The pictures will also be fine. Nobody else uses my phone, and pics I take get automatically backed up," he informed her. "The question is, if you, can keep a secret from your parents," He said, pointing down at the petite girl, his pointing finger poking right up against her nose, as if to emphasize his doubt in her ability to keep quiet. This was something he was seriously worried about, given that while keeping secrets from her parents and letting her break some rules was one thing, it put him at a whole other level of risk if he's taking pictures of her. Thinking about it like that, he wondered if this counted as grooming her…

Pushing that thought aside, the problem was how short a leash her parents had on Emma, that he worried they could get her to admit something, possibly even guilting her into revealing it. So, he decided to use a bit of her faith and naive mindset to seal her lips… 'But how?' he wondered.
"You're an honest girl, but I'm gonna need you to promise me…" He began, before back-tracking, "to promise to the Lord almighty that you'll keep what we do secret, and pray. I'm sure the Lord will give you permission, because he wants you to be happy, right? That way you don't have to feel guilty if your parents interrogate you and you stay silent," a bunch of nonsense spilled out of his mouth. Even he thought what he said sounded silly, but he almost thought she would take it seriously. After all, one could beg forgiveness from god, so why not make promises to him?

 

[Priscilla May]

Emma was so eager that she did not care. She even playfully raised her right hand and swore Jorge’s oath to not tell her parents. She had gone this far, buying a camera and sneaking off to her room to take the pictures that she wouldn’t dream of telling mom and dad.

“I so swear.” She smiled, a big of a bounce in excitement came afterwards, her nearly flat chest hardly moving.

Hoping back on the bed she struck the same pose as the woman on the billboard. She lay on her side, head resting in one hand while her other draped over her stomach. One leg she laid horizontal and the other she propped up at the knee.

“This is how the woman… modeled…” she wondered if she was using the word right.

 

[thy secret]

Jorge could only awkwardly smile at her giddiness as she willfully untangled herself from her parent's rules, and playfully swear an oath like it was nothing. She really wanted to do this modeling thing, he thought, somewhat amused by her excitement as she threw herself back into bed and struck a pose that seemed so very stereotypical. However, her positioning was poor, and he thought to "fix" the subtle errors she made, but first, he went ahead and snapped a photo of her to show her a comparison.

Going by the pose she made, he could only guess the billboard was advertising lingerie, or maybe a dating website—which made him wonder if she was even wearing the right kind of clothes for this pose. 'Maybe I could get her some,' a thought occurred to him, accompanied by an inappropriate image.
"You don't look bad, but how about moving like, umm… hold still a second…" He began, realizing he wasn't sure how to tell her to fix her posture, so he walked up to her, the chubby boy muttering nervously "Hope you don't mind," as he reached his free hand to her ankle to adjust it just a few inches one way, her wrist another inch back, dragging her top just a tiny bit up to expose a hint of belly as he did, and then returned to taking a photo.

Jorge then got onto her knees beside Emma's bed and showed her the difference in the two photos.
"See, it's not much, but you're being really stiff with your pose, cause you've never done this before. You gotta relax, and try to be more natural looking, see? You'll get the hang of things eventually, but slight changes make a huge difference, see?" He said, swiping back between each photo.

 

[Priscilla May]

Emma let Jorge adjust her, it did not feel inappropriate or awkward at all as he grabbed her wrist and ankle, putting her into a new position. As he showed her the pictures she could immediately see the difference.

“Wow you really know what you are doing.” She smiled, admiring how she looked in the second photo. “I really look… pretty.” She used a simple word for it, her vocabulary absent any worldly terminology. Keeping the pose he had put her in she shook her head a bit to get one strand of hair out of her face.

“What do I do next?” She looked up at him curious. Emma was ready for more, a seriousness in her eyes. “Did I look pretty enough to model in that photo? I get I need to relax.” She playfully took a deep breath. “But I’d love you to model me more.” She eagerly smiled. It was a different smile than Jorge would be used to on her, like a shining light that was hidden inside of a repressed version of herself when her parents were around. This eagerness was really Emma, as naive as it was.

 

[thy secret]

He looked at her eyes, serious and sincere as they were, and felt uncomfortable, shifting his legs one way and the other, her apparent trust in him worrying him more than anything. I'd love you to model me more, she said, prompting him to turn his phone back to himself, and look for another photo. "Umm, only thing we could fix for this pose is if we got you better clothes… like, something cute, or sexy," He muttered, looking through a few images of models

"Well, for now, maybe try posing like this?" He asked, showing her a photo he found through a google search. "Or maybe this? Which do you like better?" He asked after showing her a second image, both images being stock photos of girls sitting on a bed. "I dunno what the model on the billboard was dressed at, but this girl is kinda dressed like you," He said, referring to the first image where the girl was dressed in a white tank top, but only light pink panties—but it was fine if she didn't imitate that part, right? "This one has a kind of vest, but I think you should be fine in that top," He said.
"Just try to pose your best, and I'll, umm, correct you, ya know? Until you've got a feel for it yourself," He said nervously.

 

[Priscilla May]

Emma was hung up on one thing that Jorge head as she cocked her head to the side with a cute quizzical look.

“Sexy…. what is that?” She wondered to herself. It was not a word she had ever heard before and the look upon her face was one of confusion. Was that a modelling term? She wondered.

She looked at the pictures Jorge showed on his phone, the first of which made her slightly nervous, especially when he said she was dressed like her.
“Why does she not have any pants on.” She blushed a bit as she questioned Jorge.
The second photo in itself was not as embarrassing, but she noticed the woman’s big cleavage and looked down at herself, a mostly flat girl. Again she turned red thinking of it, she wondered if she could pull either of those off.

Getting on her knees on the bed she awkwardly tried to position herself like the second photo, though her back was hunched rather than arched and her arms were very stiff. The whole time she was looking down at her chest, where not noticeable cleavage appeared like the photo.

 

[thy secret]

Jorge's mouth clinched shut at her question, muttering to himself "How do I even begin explaining that?" He worried if he didn't say anything, she might be inclined to ask her parents, but if he did… well, he was already indulging her sinfulness, so what was a little more? Only issue was how to explain it…

And her questioning regarding the stock image gave him an easy idea. "She's trying to look sexy," He explained. "If something is pretty, nice to look at by most people, right? Sexy is sorta like that, but a little different," He said, before shifting away from that topic, "But anyways, I think you'll look pretty cute in either pose."

He watched her shift into the second photo's pose, and smiled, amused by her insecurities about her body, clearly bothered she didn't have a cleavage to compare against the model. "Hey, don't get too disappointed," He said, reaching his hand up to Emma's face, just under her chin, and pulling her gaze back up to him. "You look pretty even without big ol' boobs," He said with a snicker, as he then tugged on her arms to loosen them into a more relaxed position, and placed his hand against her back and another on her shoulder to guide her into arching her back, rather than hunching it.
"Now, be sure to keep your attention me. I'm your photographer, so your eyes should keep on me, unless I say otherwise, got it?" He said snapping a couple shots of her. Taking a look, he mumbled… "Looks cute, but…"
"Could you pull your shorts up? Show a bit more of your pretty legs, you know?"

 

[Priscilla May]

Jorge’s explanation did not make total sense to her, but she decided she was not going to but him about it, more focused on getting the pictures taken. She smiled brightly, almost too much as he took photos of her crouched on the bed. Her heart was racing as the camera snapped, something about all this exciting her more and more.

As her photographer ordered her she nodded her head and began to fuss with her jean shorts. They were a pretty thick material, and as Emma tried to roll them up they would most of the tome fall loose again. After a few attempts however she was about to get her shorts as high as just about mid thigh, yet they constricted her legs in a way they looked uncomfortable.

Emma was willing to put up with the discomfort to have these photos though, the images in her head of being on a billboard racing.

“So Jorge… do I look sexy?” She smiled at him, posing just as he instructed. It was just then one of her jean pant legs became loose and folded back down without her noticing.

 

[thy secret]

"Hmm, you look, cute," He said, not quite sure about calling her cute. He noticed her pant leg come loose, but took the photo anyways before trying to fix it. "Here, lemme see," He said, reaching forward towards her legs, and undoing the folds she did. "Get up a bit," He said, lightly patting the sight of her leg, so he could more easily move her jean's legs. Then, he began carefully folding and rolling them up. He hadn't really done this much himself, but he figured he could role it up more stable than she could at least. "It's a tight fit, but… How's this?" He said, standing back to take another picture.

But… It wasn't quite right, he felt. "Keep that pose, but… Move your right hand here," He said, moving her left hand up from the bed, and onto her lap, and lowered himself down to her bed, looking up at her from below as he came around half-way behind her. He took a look at her through his phone, snapping a sample shot, before moving up to puppet her body around again, straightening her left arm so that her shoulder was raised up, and then he turned her head to the left, facing where he would be taking the picture.

Moving back to snap another photo from below, he ordered her, "Ok, now keep your eyes on me. Don't smile too much. Maybe try for puppy-dog eyes, if that makes sense? Like, a sad pout, as if I just took your toy away." He said, snapping many quick photos between instructions.
Soon enough, he showed her the photo, which was of her, in a seated position similar to before, but instead of her non-existent cleavage being the focus, it was her nice, large bottom and legs, which seemed to draw attention to them when pinched by her tightened shorts. Meanwhile, her face was just barely peaking over her exposed shoulders, as if half-hiding her expression, which differed between the different versions of the photo he took.
"I think these look pretty sexy," He said. "What do you think?"

 

[Priscilla May]

Looking at the photo and hearing Jorge tell her she looked sexy had a different affect on her than she expected. Her face reddened as she looked at the plump outline of her ass against the tightened shorts, the feeling of Jorge handling then against the skin of her leg returning to her. There was definitely something to these photos that seemed like she should not be doing them, an overwhelmingly guilty feeling as she listened to Jorge go on about her.

Yet Emma knew she would have a guilty conscious, the affects of her parents overbearing ideology on her. She certainly did not wish to believe any different than them, or disrespect them. Yet she felt as if something inside of her wanted to jump out, and in the image where she innocently focused everything on her bottom she could tell that part of her was leaping.

“Sexy…” she thought about the word for a moment momment as she looked at Jorge’s phone. Then her mind wandered back to the billboard, thinking of the woman wearing a bathing suit while she lay down. She thought a moment about grabbing her own suit, yet the feeling of embarrassment wearing it in front of Jorge steadied her thought process for the moment. He probably would not like her doing that.

“What…. what else can I do to be sexy in a photo?”

 

[thy secret]

Having her ask him directly about how she could be sexy, Jorge had a bit of a reaction, his eyes scanning up and down her body. An obvious answer was to just have her strip down, but he worried what that answer would lead to… Plus, he didn't quite see her that wat—he'd practically seen her grow up. He wouldn't dare!
Would he…?

"W-well…" He began, trying to better explain what that word was in the first place… "There's a lot you can do," He assured her, pulling himself up to sit on the bed beside her. "Being sexy is a… special kind of being pretty," he began with his explanation, knowing he couldn't just leave her with vague ideas, but at the same time he didn't want to scare her off either. "It's not more or less pretty than normal, but it's a different kind, meant to, um…" He trailed off for a second, "Like, catch the attention of people, you know? Like how some birds, like male peacocks have really pretty feathers, to attract a mate," he tried to explain.

"Humans are different, of course," He said with a smile, looking down at Emma's body, before navigating his phone back to the two models' photos. "Both these models show a lot of skin, and obviously, men find a girl's skin attractive, but in my opinion it's only 'sexy' if a model can bring attention to it and make it seem more appealing than usual. The best way to do this is to focus on what you have," He continued to explain, focusing on the second image, and zooming into the woman's chest. "This woman has larger boobs, and of course, many men like boobs, so this photo emphasizes her cleavage to attract people's eyes there," he explained, before taking his chance to reach his hand down to her legs, and pinch the side of her thigh. "But for you, it'd be better to attract eyes to your legs and bottom, and your cute face of course," He said, before pulling his hand back quickly, as if to hide how close he was being with her from some hypothetical judgmental eyes of society.

"Of course, some rather… innocent seeming actions can seem sexy to some men, too," He continued, a non-serious idea popping up in his head. "Like eating fruit a certain way."

 

[Priscilla May]

A lot of what Jorge was saying sounded really confusing to her. Men were attracted to women’s skin? That one really made her furrow her eyebrows when he said it. Peacocks finding mates and men and women’s skin?... that lost her entirely. The bit about being sexy is the pretty that attracts attention kind of made sense to her, but isn't that just what being pretty means? And what exactly did they mean mate?

“Why… why do men like women’s skin?” She looked at Jorge with her head to the side. As he pinched her thigh and talked about focusing on what she had, she had to choose to believe Jorge, her lack of experience in photography really did not do her any favors.

“So as a man, you like my thighs?” Since he brought it up she thought she would ask.

Jorge’s fruit comment finally made her head hurt. She could not figure out how that would be sexy or pretty.

“Ok back up, I dont know about fruit or how would be sex-ee but what about this, would this be sexy?”

Sitting back she gave herself some room on the bed, spreading her legs out wide so her inner thighs were clearly visible, she waited for him to take more pictures.
“Maybe we should take more pictures of my thighs?” She wanted to be a good sexy model.

 

[thy secret]

Seeing her stop at obvious questions and make weird conclusions really made Jorge appreciate the actually some-what-informative sex-ed he received in school... It was definitely a helluva lot better than where Emma was. He almost didn't wanted to explain anything in detail, and almost didn't process her moving into a new pose, and when he did, he almost forgot she wanted him to take a picture, and not inviting him in. Blinking for a moment, he sighed a bit, and snapped a photo anyways. "That looks, kinda sexy, but more suggestive than anything," He said, knowing he just introduced even more new vocabulary he'd have to explain.

"Ahem…" He cleared his throat before backtracking his brain a bit. "I think we need to fill in the gaps in your… education, before we go too much further," He said with an awkward expression. "Your parents skipped out on this part of your schooling, because they think you're too young, and they think it'll stop you from being sinful if you don't know," He explained, his eyes gazing over her body as he concluded that they completely failed… So might as well pick up the pieces.

"Most teens your age should already know plenty about it, but what have you learned about sex?" He asked, fully expecting one of two answers—a line of no sex before marriage—or complete ignorance.

 

[Priscilla May]

It was like a lightbulb came on in Emma’s mind. Sex! Sex-y! Is it the same? Is it something to do with the other? She rarely heard that word, either it was a TV commercial or news that used it and her parents quickly turned it off, a quick snippet she heard of a pastors sermon when she was supposed to be in junior church, or the one and only time she got the lecture of how evil sex was, and that only married couples should do it and only to reproduce. It was something that was not to be enjoyed at all because it was evil! But Emma did not really even understand what it was or what there was ro enjoy about it.

“It's something married couples do… but cannot enjoy or its sin?” She grimaced knowing her answer was full of holes.

“Wait… sexy… sex… is this sex?!” She seemed alarmed as she sat there on the bed. Her ignorance was showing through. She knew of the concept, something happened between a man and woman and babies then happened, but not much beyond that.

She became more conscious of Jorge and her being alone and whether her enjoyment of this photoshoot was directly in realtion to sex and therefor deep sin that would get her sent to hell!

She kept her legs wide, maybe even wider as he had no idea of its connection to their topic. Nor did she understand the bit about “suggestive”.

 

[thy secret]

He was actually surprised she had heard the word at all—but maybe that wasn't too unexpected, as it would be hard to avoid the word forever, and her parent's overreactions probably helped the word stick around, even if loosely.

"No way, it's not sex," He flat out denied after a mere instant of hesitating. It was the truth, but he also didn't want to scare her out of doing this when he was enjoying himself as much as he was—his nervous anxiety not included. "And sex isn't evil. That's just something they tell people to keep them from doing it outside of marriage, because single mom's can't take care of kids on their own," He explained in a logical way, that cut out the holiness of a marriage union. "God made it feel good so we can enjoy it, but some people enjoy it too much that they make mistakes and are irresponsible, by having kids they can't take care off," He explained, almost implying that 'sex outside of marriage is ok, as long as you are responsible', but not directly saying it.

"Now, sexiness is kinda related. It's a kind of 'pretty' that is meant to make you want to have sex, so what is 'sexy' is different between everyone. So going back to the peacock, it beautiful colors are just pretty to us humans, but to other peacocks it's supposed to be sexy," he said, bringing up his earlier example.
"So for human men, there's a couple different tasted on what's 'sexy'. It's really all up to personal preferences, but most men look at the same areas of a girl's body, and measure how sexy they are from there," He said, looking her body up and down, as he reached over to her thighs to caress them, comfortable doing so after she let him earlier. "Most guys like looking at boobs, I think, but they also love a nice butt like yours," he said with a smile.

"That said, there's nothing wrong with trying to be sexy, or finding someone sexy. The issue is acting on those feeling irresponsibly," He explained, before gently pulling her thigh, to close the wide gap she made. "But it might be a little sinful to be suggestive," He warned with a smirk. "When you open your legs wide like that, it's like you're telling a man to have sex with you right now," He said, looking down at her as if she were a child that just made a dumb mistake. 'That was some half-way decent sex-ed, if I do say so myself,' Jorge congratulated himself, his personal bias ignoring how he was basically grooming her, even if he did pretend to care about her being indecent.

 

[Priscilla May]

Emma was very curious, Jorge was the first person to have an open conversation about all of this to her, and hundreds of questions began to floor her mind as she sat there wide legged, the boy standing above her explaining. What he said made sense, it explained why her brother stared at the woman on the billboard and their mother yelled at him. Yet he contradicted what her parents and the pastor said… or did he? They only said it was evil and she was used to her parents over-generalizing things. Maybe what they meant is that it's evil if done irresponsibly.

But that all begged the question what sex even was and how was it enjoyed. She opened her lips, seconds away from asking the question of Jorge, hoping he would explain what sex was… until another question donned on her.

“Jorge you said I was sexy.” She felt him feel her thigh for the 3rd time, some discomfort cropping over her face.
“Does that mean you want to have sex with me?” She looked up at him with the same curious eyes as when he explained modeling to her.

Her brain began to process more, and with a sudden flushness of her face she closed her legs, trying to not be suggestive, surely she was causing Jorge to stumble and be irresponsible….

“Lets just uh… make sexy errrr pretty photos, I want to do that is all…” she returned to the reason they were there.