Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

She didn't know how long afterward she lay there on the front seat, but out of a soft dream Hanson's strong arms were helping he up. She was beside him then, eyes still closed and her arms around his neck while he started the truck. Billie couldn't talk… couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound dumb and shallow after what had just happened to her. All she knew for sure was that her body felt lovely… her body felt loved.

Hanson was quiet, too, and while the truck bumped lazily down the dirt road, he pulled back the hem of her cotton dress and wrapped one huge hand over Billie's thigh. She didn't mind him touching her there and when she looked down at the contrast of their skins, she saw the torn crotch-piece of her panties dancing in the breeze from the vent window.

Her cunny was swollen and puffy-feeling, and wisps of brown pubic hair were stuck against each other in spit-soaked curlicues.

Billie decided she wasn't going to think about it. She wasn't going to think about whether it was right or wrong or what. And she wasn't going to think about Alicia and the loving way Hanson had treated her. At that moment there was only Hanson and herself in the small private cab of the old pickup. The whiskied blurriness of her mind helped make it seem simple and uncomplicated. She was so glowy and comfortable that even when the headlights swung in behind them, Billie didn't notice.

She didn't notice, either, when the lights left them alone again. All she was aware of was the way her body curved into Hanson's and the smell and warmth of him. When the truck stopped, she had to shake herself out of her dreaminess. Hanson was putting on her lost sandal.

"Wh-where are we?"

"You got about a quarter-mile to walk," Hanson said. "I didn't want your ma to kill you for nothin', so I'm lettin' you out here.

Together they got out of the truck and Billie looked up into Hanson's dark face. His features seemed handsomer than ever to her, but now that she had to leave him, the wrongness Nora had always warned of came tumbling down in her mind.

"I shouldn't have let you…"

Hanson touched her lips with his hand. Then he tilted her mouth up to his and hooked an arm around her thin back… crushing her boyish thinness against his muscled frame. Billie-Ann felt wonderfully faint again and when Hanson's tongue dove deep into her mouth, she moaned wildly at the feverish naughtiness of kissing. When finally he ended the caress and smiled, Billie stood there panting, her eyes wide and deep with feeling.

"I'll meet you at the pond tomorrow noon," he said.

Billie-Ann shook her head until the hair flew over her shoulders. "No … you know we cain't. Not any more…"

Hanson had already climbed back into the truck. "Tomorrow," he said again and started the engine. She watched him back around and head rattling off towards his folks' house. She knew she couldn't keep meeting him and she didn't dare consider wanting to let him do more soft, pretty things to her body. And yet for a reason she wasn't quite sure of, Billie raised her arm and waved at the disappearing pickup, her eyes blurred cloudy with hot tears.

"You goddamn little slut!" Nora yelled; jerking Billie-Ann's arm so hard that her teeth rattled. The house was dark and Billie couldn't see anything but the dim, ugly outline of her stepmother's face. "Where ya been so late?"

"I told you I was going for a walk."

Nora jerked her again. "It's after ten o'clock. What kind of walk you been takin' that time o' night? Answer me!"

"It was cool in the woods," Billie lied. "I just couldn't remember the time."

"And that's not the only bone we're gonna pick tonight, neither!"

Nora's fingers cut into her flesh. "Poor little Lonnie told me what you made him do last night. It's the most shameful thing I've ever heard in my whole life!"

Billie's face burned red and she stared dumbly at her feet. "I… I … He wanted to do it, too…

The slap caught her squarely and half-twisted her around. Then Nora was jerking her again until her head snapped back and forth.

"Mrs. Crumpers will never speak to me again," Nora spat. "I had to send Lonnie home, too, and that means that garden patch won't get cleaned out."

"Please believe me, Nora," Billie sobbed "I didn't mean anything by it."

"Quiet, I said!" Her stepmother pushed her hard against the wall. "I know what happened. You made Lonnie get in bed with you and made him act like an animal between your legs. You did all that just to feed your filthy, sinful lust."

Billie-Ann's chest heaved with her crying. She knew that part of what Nora said was true, but at the same time she hated the old woman for making it sound so horrible. She hadn't meant to be evil… hadn't meant to hurt anyone. For a second she almost felt like blurting everything that Lonnie had told her about him and his sister Gloria and the games they played, but it wouldn't have made any difference. Nora never believed anything she said.

Finally the mean old woman stopped cursing and shoved her towards her room. In the dim-lit hall, Billie's dress caught on a doorknob and pulled it up around her waist. Nora bumped into her from behind, accidentally brushing a gnarled hand against Billie-Ann's bare bottom, where the torn panties had hiked up.

"What's happened to your pants!" the woman bellowed. "Why, they're torn all the pieces!"

"Nora, please don't hit me…" But Nora's hand came down again and again on Billie's face and shoulders until she slumped to the floor, sobbing harder than ever.

Her stepmother pushed her over on her back and kicked her hard in the ribs. "What you gonna try and tell me now?" she screeched, "that you caught 'em on a branch or fell down in the briar patch? Huh? Is that what you're gonna tell me?"

Again and again, Billie felt the well-aimed blows. Her back ached and her stomach felt sick and hollow. "You're hurting me!" Somehow she got to her hands and knees and crawled down the hall towards her room. Nora followed close behind, kicking and cursing.

She didn't have a plan… didn't know exactly what she was going to do, but somehow she had to make the pain stop. Had to make Nora stop hurting her.

Inside her room, she got unsteadily to her feet and jerked open the top drawer of her dresser. Nora punched a fist at her side, knocking the air from her lungs. Billie wasn't thinking any more, just acting. Her fingers closed around the heavy stag handle of the hunting knife her father had left her when he'd run away. With a sliding, sharp sound the blade came out of the oiled sheath. A staggering blow from Nora caught Billie in the middle of the back and with a scream she wheeled around and brandished the knife over her head.

"Stop now!" she cried, "or I swear I'll cut you in two!"

The moon against the walls made Nora's sweaty face shine. She looked so wicked, Billie thought. Like a witch.

"You're going to reform school if I have anything to say about it." The old woman's voice was still vicious, but Nora had started backing up.

"I can do it, you know. Send you to the school for girls. They'll straighten you out real quick. You'll be sorry you ever touched that knife, you little bitch!"

Her stepmother backed through the doorway, the curtains swung closed and Billie was alone in her room at last. Exhausted, she fell across her bed, the knife still clasped in her hands. She didn't know how long she cried against the pillow, but after a while the soft forgetfulness of sleep relaxed the bruised muscles, and Billie's body went limp, her soft, wet cunt still glowing where Hanson Allen's mouth had ravaged it.

Hanson was hung over the next morning and had to take a bad ribbing from his dad because of it. It finally got so bad that he loudly offered to take his father's truck to town and pick up some things they needed from the hardware store, just to prove to the elder Mr. Allen that his son could ride all right with a hangover.