Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

He thought of his dad, but the old man didn't have ten dollars, much less fifty or a hundred. And anyway, his folks had to finish living their life right up there in the hills and in the same damned county.

It wouldn't do for him to drag Lucas into any hassles with the law.

Hanson smacked a fist down on his knee. Yeah it would probably be a fifty-dollar bail. They couldn't put it any higher with the flimsy charges they had on him now. But if he couldn't make a phone call he was screwed anyway. They'd keep him in till they could work up something good. They'd get Billie and scare her until she agreed to say anything they wanted in a court of law.

He slumped back on the bunk and leaned his head against the rough concrete wall. It looked as if there were nothing to do but sweat it out and count on the slim chance that Billie might not want to say anything. Even with all his troubles, Hanson was thinking of her again.

Thinking of her willowy, thin body pressed against his. There was no pleasure quite so intense… so achingly beautiful as that. Hanson could only wonder what lovely sensations might await him if the moment ever came when he could slip his cock up between those feverish young cuntlips and feel himself enclosed by Billie's darling fourteen-yearold body. He could almost feel her small titties mashed against his bare chest… could almost feel her eager mouth wild and wet against his neck.

"Carnal knowledge," Hanson said under his breath, "and I'm damn sure guilty." Then he cupped a protective hand around his cock and balls and closed his eyes. It would be a long day. A long day for sure.

Before dawn had begun to show at her window, Billie-Ann had already decided to leave her stepmother's house. Quietly she packed what few clothes she owned into an old duffel bag, stuffed in her daddy's old bone-handled hunting knife and the naughty pictures she'd gotten from Jed and slipped out of the house while Nora still snored in bed.

As she cut into the woods and found the path down out of the hills, she knew she didn't have a plan at all… no place to go… no place to hide. She thought of waiting for Hanson at Basset's Pond, but by then Nora might be looking for her and it would be just that much harder to get out of Dooberville without being taken back… maybe even put in the reform school. No, she had to leave the county if she could. Maybe even leave Missouri.

If she could get to town and pay the dollar or two it cost to take the bus to Louiston, her chances would be better. Especially if she was out of town before Nora could trudge through the woods to the Crumper house to use their phone to call the sheriff. In Louiston she might get a job as a waitress until she had enough scraped together to put more distance between her and her stepmother.

A longing to see Hanson one more time brought an empty ache to her chest, but she kept on walking. At Basset's Pond she didn't dare stop to rest. Waiting to meet Hanson now wouldn't do her any good. He'd just want to hug and kiss her until she couldn't think straight any more. A tear burned her eye, but she brushed it away and switched her duffel bag to the other hand. Maybe she could write him a letter someday… tell him where she was. Maybe. In another minute, Basset's Pond was behind her.

It was about ten o'clock by the time Billie'd made her way through the woods to where the fork was. It would be easier walking next to the road until she got to town and anyway someone might stop and give her a lift. She'd be safe from suspicion for another two or three hours at least before Nora could spread the word. She was about to step out of the brush and cross the culvert when the noise of a car startled her.

It was heading up into the hills and Billie decided to duck down behind a bush, just to be safe. She saw it was the sheriff's car and when it swung left at the fork and disappeared in the direction of her stepmother's place, Billie felt a little tug of fear. It was impossible for anyone to know of her running away yet and old man Allen had never been in any trouble. Besides that, the last whiskey still in the county had been broken up three years before and she was positive there weren't any working in that neck of the woods any more.

For a while, Billie walked along the side of the road, keeping her ears peeled for the sheriff coming back. Sure enough, not half an hour had passed when she heard the big sedan somewhere behind. Billie watched it pass from behind a huge stump. The deputy was in the car, his jaw poked out ahead as he drove. Whatever the reason for the law to be nosing through the hills, she couldn't take any chances. She'd have to stay out of sight as much as possible when she got to town. Until she was on that bus and heading away from Dooberville.

Billie-Ann was almost to the stop sign at the highway when she spotted Jed Judson's pickup making the turn and heading down the road toward her. For a minute she felt like hiding, but the woods were behind her now and there were only a few tall weeds to squat behind. Then Jed honked his horn and swerved her way. Billie frowned and kept walking.

She'd just have to put up with him for a minute or two.

"Hey, I'm glad I found you!" Jed said, leaning out the window. "Why don't ya get in?"

Billie squinted suspiciously at him. "You don't know nothin' about me running away from Nora?"

"Hell, no!" Jed swore, shaking his head harder than he had to.

"All I want is a ride to town," she said.

"Sure, sure. Come on." He reached over and opened the other door while Billie walked around the truck. It was the first time she'd been with him since she'd traded her panties for the dirty pictures, and there was something about his manner she didn't like. But Billie had to admit that it was safer than being out in plain sight on the highway, especially if the deputy was looking to bring her back to Nora. When Jed backed the truck around and headed down the blacktop again, he smiled at Billie and nodded toward her duffel.

"So you really are running away."

"Yeah."

"Listen, Billie, there's something I been wanting to talk to you about." Jed swallowed and scratched a pimple on his chin. "What I mean … about what happened the other day. I sure hope you don't think I'm crazy or something."

Billie looked at him. "I guess not. It don't matter none."

"Yeah, but it does matter. To me it matters. Ever since I had those pants of yours I can't get you off my mind I love you, Billie, I…"

"Stop it, Jed!" Billie frowned hard at him "You just stop talking like that." There was a strange cast to his eyes that frightened her.

"I know you need lovin'," he rambled on. "I know it after I saw what you done with that nigger last night…"

Billie tightened her fingers around the cloth handle of her duffel.

"What are you talking about, Jed?"

He looked at her surprised, pale-blue eyes. "Why, you remember last night, when you was eaten out by that boy Hanson. I was hidin' in the bushes and saw everything. I knew you was drunk or something by the way you carried on. He got you drunk, didn't he? So he could do that to you."

With a little gasp of anger, Billie turned to stare out the side window, but she was sure her face was crimson.

"Don't worry 'bout it none, though," Jed giggled shrilly. "If you just give me a chance with you there ain't nobody need know any details about what you did with that nigger 'cept me and you and Deputy Sheriff Goodlin."

"Deputy Goodlin!" Billie cried.

"Why, shore," he said nodding. "It's against the law for a nigger to touch a white girl like Hanson Allen touched you." Jed shrugged.

"Actually, it's because he's a grown man and you're so young, but seems to me him being black makes it worse."

They were nearing the town limits now and Billie's heart pounded frantically in her chest. What was Jed trying to tell her anyway? And what had they done to Hanson?