Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

"Okay."

Billie sat up cross-legged in the bed and Lonnie rolled over on his back to let her have a better look. She ran her fingers up and down the satiny white skin and with a cautious fingertip touched the wrinkled little sac underneath. Lately Billie'd been thinking a lot about boys and the way they were put together. Before her daddy had left for good, they'd had more animals around the place. She'd been too young then to pay attention, but now she could faintly remember a time when her pa had said something about deballing some calves. Billie'd asked her daddy why. He'd given a funny laugh and told her it was so they wouldn't grow up and give the cows more babies than he had money to feed. None of it had made much sense to Billie at the time… she hadn't even known where the balls were on a bull calf until lots later.

But now as she felt Lonnie's spongy little eggs roll around inside their sac she was sure she had it right for once. That's where the baby-making stuff came from and when it got squirted into a girl's body … she was knocked up!

When Billie moved Lonnie's cock again, she realized that the outer skin moved back and forth easily over the hard little shaft underneath. As she moved the skin further and further back, she discovered the shiny purple head she'd been looking for. Lonnie had one, too; it was just hidden by the long covering of skin. She pulled it back more, and the tip rode clear of the surrounding flesh so she could see the graceful curve of the ridge behind. Lonnie had started to squirm a little, and Billie figured that playing around like that must feel as good to him as it did when she rubbed her own slick parts. She felt nice and tingly sitting cross-legged over Lonnie's body, her hair hanging down on each side of her face as she bent closer to his pretty penis. It was like a toy compared to Jed's or Hanson's. Lonnie gave a moan and she saw his stomach jump.

"I'm sorry," she said, quickly pulling the white skin of his tube back over the wet velvet head. "I didn't mean to hurt-"

"No… it feels good," Lonnie managed to say. He wriggled a little against the bed and pushed his buttocks up.

"You mean, to pull the skin back like that feels good?" Billie-Ann asked, remembering now what she'd watched Jed Judson do to himself.

"Ohhh, gosh, yes."

Billie tried moving the skin tube up and down a few times and each time she did it, Lonnie's body gave a small jerk. There was a wet, clicking sound every time the head was uncovered, and she could smell the soft, musky aroma. The rigid little penis had gotten even stiffer now and she could feel the way it curved back into his body.

"Does your sister do this, too?" Billie asked, guessing the answer before Lonnie could find breath enough to speak.

"Yeah…"

She was sitting with a foot bent under her and felt her sex honey wetting one ankle. Billie's hot little slit felt like it needed scratching bad, and she knew that just handling Lonnie's cock had put her into such a state.

"Do… do you ever do anything to Gloria?" she asked.

"Oh, sure, I-" Lonnie was suddenly quiet.

"Come on," Billie whispered. "It's all right. I already promised I'd never tell a soul."

"Well…" Lonnie sounded uncertain. "She gets me to lie on top of her and… and…"

Billie-Ann had her eyes closed… letting the words do terrible and exciting things to her fluttering heart. "And what?" Billie stopped moving her hand on Lonnie's stiff little snake, breathless for the boy's next secret.

"She kind of wiggles around until my prick gets all wet and slippery from rubbing in her crack. Then she makes me push it inside." The boy moved his hips slightly, as if he wanted Billie-Ann to touch his cock some more. "And it makes her act real funny."

It was hard for Billie to concentrate on what she was doing to Lonnie and listen to the thrilling, burning description at the same time, but she noticed that the boy's breathing was growing faster and knew, too, that she had control of what was happening. She looked at his thin young body in the moonlight again. A crazy desire to stretch out on top of him made her almost choke with passion.

"Do you like to do that with her?"

"Oh, sure. It feels all squishy and hot, but Gloria starts hugging too hard after a while and trying to make me go inside more… but I can't." Lonnie frowned in the moonlit room.

"Tell me more, Lonnie," Billie begged. "Please tell me more!"

"Well, I get to itching. It's like an itch on the end of my thing and I like it at first but it gets so bad that it starts hurting." He frowned again and chewed his lip. "That's when Gloria always gets on top and pushes too hard. It always hurts like hell."

"Gosh!" Billie sighed.

"Gloria says when I get older something will come out of my prick when it itches like that and it'll feel good."

Billie felt as if she and Lonnie were somehow cut off from the rest of the world. Alone in the soft-lit cubicle of her room, she felt as isolated as she had at Basset's Pond. She hadn't forgotten that Nora would think she was terribly wicked to be doing what she was doing, but there were yet naughtier things on Billie's mind… things she knew she couldn't stop herself from doing.

"Lonnie… w-would you do me like you do to Gloria?"

He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at her, a blond curl almost hiding one eye. "Sure."

Awkwardly, Billie snuggled down on her back and just as clumsily Lonnie managed to get on top of her. She could feel every sinew in his body … his small sharp bones knifed into her and added to the feeling of being under a male for the first time in her life. It didn't take Billie-Ann long to decide she liked the way it felt. Lonnie's stiff cock brushed against the bony hump of her lightly furred mound, and she felt him fumbling… trying to guide it lower. She sighed and opened her thighs slightly, giddy with the knowledge of what she was doing. It was funny how unthreatened she felt with Lonnie. It was like practicing with a younger brother. Gently she put both arms over the boy's back … His hot breath burned against her neck as he rubbed his cock along the long, slick delta of her cunt, searching for a place to hide it.

"You're different than Gloria," Lonnie said finally. "I can't find your hole."

Billie-Ann had been foolishly hoping that somehow everything would just … work. She tried moving her pelvis so that her wet parts were angled upward. His sharp hardness rubbed back and forth against her buttery softness and whenever the little penis brushed over her clitoris, Billie had to shiver with the good feeling, but Lonnie wasn't having any luck finding a way into the secret fires of her body.

"I've never done it b-before," Billie said, remembering how a day or two before she'd found the place she thought was her hole.

Lonnie raised his head and nodded. "Gloria was like that, too, but she broke it with a hairbrush handle."

"Broke it?" Billie asked, feeling fear tighten the back of her throat.

The blond boy looked impatient with her ignorance. "Broke her cherry."

He studied her face. "You really don't know much, do you?"

To hear that from a ten-year-old made Billie-Ann feel like going through the floor. "No I guess I don't."

Lonnie's face brightened and he poked the blond curl out of his eye for the hundredth time. "That's okay. Gloria told me all about everything."

Billie reddened a little at Lonnie's know-it-all tone. He thought she must be lots dumber than she really was. "Well I know where my hole is," she said. "If you can't find it."

Lonnie ignored her chastising tone. "It's where you bleed from," he said.

This set Billie thinking and puzzling again. One day, only a month or so before, she'd found a spot of blood on the crotchband of her panties. How it had gotten there was a complete mystery to her, and though she'd worried about it for a day or two it'd finally been forgotten. If only there had been someone to ask or talk with she would have, but all Billie could remember were a few whispered conversations she'd overheard when she was going to school at Dooberville. At the time the word "bleeding" hadn't meant a thing to her except that the other girls seemed to think it had a lot to do with growing up. Then once she'd heard one boy snickering in the hall to another. "Old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher," he'd said. Billie'd been sure he was talking about the same thing, but still felt no closer to the truth.