"I want to try it."
"WHAT?" I looked at Jesse in surprise.
"I want to try it." Jesse rested her head on my thigh and dared not look at me.
With this sentence, she must have gathered up her courage.
"You need to find a boyfriend first. But I have to meet him. If he's a punk, I'll break his legs."
Hehe. Jesse laughed, "Then what do I do? You're responsible."
"WHAT?"
"I want to try it now." Jesse lifted her head and sat on my lap.
"My God. I'm your brother."
"SO? You just saw my body." Jesse's hands wrapped around my neck, her butt sitting on my thigh, and I could feel the elasticity of her hips.
"We can't do this, can we?"
"Why not? I often kissed you when we were little, you took my first kiss."
"Fack! That was when we were kids."
"Is there a difference?" Jesse lowered her head, lips touching mine, and she bit my lips.
"God, are you trying to eat me up?"
She bit hard, her teeth scraping my lips painfully, like a starving stray dog encountering food, biting frantically.
