I'm In Love With A Rebel

Jess, Meet The Family

"Becky!!" My brother, Frankie, exclaimed when he saw me on the couch. "What happened?"
"Oh. Um, my friend's motorcycle fell on my foot."
"Is it broken?"
"I dunno. It sure hurts, though."
"I'll get you some ice."
"Thank you!"
*******
Around six o'clock, my parents came in and home. "Becky! What happened?" My mom asked.
"A motorcycle fell on my foot."
"Why were you ever near one of those?!"
"Um....how was work?"
"Fine. Until I was almost pushed off the road by some hoodlum on a motorcycle!"
There was a knock at the door. "Come in!" I hoped it was Jesse.
"Sorry, Becks. I woulda been here sooner, but I got stuck behind some walrus." Jesse looked at my dad. "You're the walrus!"
"You're the hoodlum!" My Dad pointed to him.
I laughed nervously. "Uh, Mom, Dad, this is my friend, Jesse. Uh, he's gonna stay for dinner, is that okay?"
"Seeing as you've already invited him, it'd be awkward to say no."
"Uh Huh.... so...what's for dinner?"
"You're brother's gonna pick up KFC." Mom said.
"Alright. Fried chicken's my favorite." Jesse smiled.
My Dad gave him a weird look, then he and mom walked away.
*****
We gathered around the table at dinner time. "Um, Jess. These are my brothers and sisters, Connie, Archie, Frankie, Daphne, Jessie, Bobby, And Corky." I pointed to each of them.
"Where're the other two?"
"Annie and Ritchie? In college."
"Ah..."
"So, Becky, is he your boyfriend?" Daphne asked.
"No!" I blushed as Jesse looked at me. "At least not yet," I added under my breath.
"What?" Corky loudly asked.
"Oh, um, I, Uh, said... uh, we're just, Uh... just" I cleared my throat. "Just friends...."
"Uh Huh!" Daphne, Jessie, Bobby, And Corky all responded, not believing me.
Jesse blushed a little. "So... Mrs. Donaldson, I understand that you're very good with horses?"
"Why, Yes, I am!"
How'd he know that? I don't remember telling him that...at all. I watched Jesse subtly, getting hotter by the minute. I started to feel my thighs sweat— something I had recently discovered. I had been reading one of Connie's trashy romance novels, and when ever things got hot and heavy, my thighs would sweat and get hot. Mm...why are my thighs sweating? I'm looking at Jesse, maybe that's why? When I was reading those sexy novels, I sweat at the sexy parts.... Was I getting turned on? Oh my gosh! Am I getting turned on by Jesse?! I've never been turned on before! What's it like? Is Jesse causing it?! I looked at him again, and he smirked back at me. His smirks weren't mean or anything, his smile was just higher on the left side.
I bit my inner lip hard, digging my painted nails into my sweaty thigh.
"Whoops! I dropped my napkin." Jesse leaned down to retrieve it; something my parents frowned upon. But I wasn't frowning. I bit the inside of my lip harder, as Jesse's hair brushed against my thigh. I grabbed my glass of water and drank all the contents in it.
"Excuse me..." I got up and limped into the family room, trying to grasp what I was feeling. I shook my head as I sat down on the couch. "What is wrong with me?!" I whispered. I was about to find out....