As for Andre, he's changed a lot in the two years we haven't seen each other. He's a real young man now, he doesn't look like the baby he used to be. He's even quite handsome. Fortunately, because this morning I saw him naked. I went to wake him up. He was still sleeping, naked on his bed, and I saw his sex: it seemed huge to me. He was all upright, a little bent, completely rigid, and really big. I was completely freaked out and left quickly, but I think he had time to see me. I liked the way he looked when he came in for breakfast. I'm sure he caught my eye very well.

I took the opportunity this afternoon to talk to him about it. As I asked him if he was always this fat, he smiled at me and explained that men always have a big cock in the morning when they wake up, well for him always. But that afterwards he gets smaller. I also asked him if he was soft. He gave me a funny look and said yes. I'll have to check. I really want to touch him to see.

André has never been with a girl, at least not to the end, and the last time he saw a naked girl was me, when we were both playing doctor. I remember, I told him I had pain in my lower abdomen, he made me undress.

I feel like he's as dumb as I am. I'll really have to take him to Sophie's, they're always naked there.

Anyway, I've decided that, in any case, I'll lead. I don't want to repeat last year's experience. That fat pig Stéphane had taken me to a corner to kiss me, he told me. I should have been careful, he had drunk a lot. But then... There aren't many guys my age here. And then Sophie didn't care that I was born and hadn't kissed a boy at my age. Being 16 doesn't make me an old maid, though. So I followed him to the back of the church and when I got to the back of the church, I saw him and he pinned me up against the wall. He puts his mouth smelling like wine on mine and tries to stick his tongue in mine. I let him do it in spite of the disgusting taste. His hands start to feel my chest, then he slides them under the top of my dress crushing my breasts. I try to push him away. He doesn't understand and he takes his hands off my chest and slides them under my dress. His fingers caressing my panties. This one must have gotten in his way because he's pulling on it, tearing it up. Luckily he thought someone was coming, and I took the opportunity to give him a big knee kick in his lower belly. I hope it still hurt him !!!

Well, I still don't know much about it, a art what Sophie told me or showed me, but this summer I want to learn. They'll say it's my holiday homework... and Andre will be my notebook. A year older than me and he doesn't know any more, cousin, you're going to learn things too, we'll start tomorrow.