Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

"Billie! That you I see?"

Billie didn't dare believe it was Sam, even though it sounded like him.

But when the broad, khaki-shirted man strode out into the sunlight and she saw his flashing gold-tooth smile, she gave a little squeal of joy and twisted away from the black girl's grip. "Sam!" Billie blurted,

"you gotta help… they got Hanson in jail and they're looking for me, too… I got the money to get him out, but you see I can't because-"

"Hold on, hold on," he laughed. "Let's go around back where we can talk." He snugged an arm around her shoulders. "Sounds like one hell of a mess to me."

Sam took her elbow and together they walked around behind the bar, where his battered Oldsmobile was parked. The black girl stood watching them for a moment, then shrugged and stumbled back into the noisy bar.

Billie could tell that Sam was a little boozed up, but he listened, nodding while she told him how Jed Judson had tried to get Hanson in trouble with the law because of her age and why she couldn't bail him out herself. It didn't take him a minute to come up with a plan of his own.

"You give me that money and get down in the back seat. I'll go spring our uppity brother and drive you two out of this goddamn town before that deputy pulls any more bullshit."

Billie did as Sam told her. When she felt the car stop across from the jail and Sam left her alone, she tried to stay calm, but couldn't help think of what she would do or where she'd go after Hanson was free again. For one thing, the day's adventures had proven to Billie that she was too young to be on her own. She needed somebody like Hanson to protect her, but realized, too, that the time would surely come when he'd want to do sexy things to her. That's what made her feel so small and weak and soft. Billie's heart thumped crazily and she stretched her legs into a more comfortable position. Maybe he wouldn't want her, though. Maybe he had another woman somewhere. Maybe Alicia Shelton.

Billie felt a twinge of jealousy and wondered if she was going crazy.

Afraid of Hanson and afraid of losing him. But there was another, more serious, complication now. Jerrold Butler had filled her full of cum and she just knew she was knocked up this time.

Billie-Ann looked down at her slim girl-child's body. She was so mixedup… so very, very tired. Maybe having Hanson to talk to would make everything all right again. She closed her eyes and prayed that Sam would be able to get him free.

"Man, them ofay motherfuckers sure didn't want to turn me loose, did they?" Hanson laughed as he slid into the front seat of Sam's Oldsmobile. He felt good, the way only getting out of jail could make him feel.

"That's a fact," Sam said, "but they can't turn down honest bail." He started the Olds and backed away from the curb. "Did you see the look on that deputy's face when you jived him about the crappy accommodations?"

Hanson slapped his friend's shoulder and laughed again. "Where'd you get the bail anyway, man? And how'd you know I was in the goddamn can in the first place?"

Hanson watched Sam smile across at him. "You 'member that little piece of ankle you brung out to Elsie's yesterday night?"

"You gotta be shittin' me, boy," Hanson said, eyes wide in disbelief.

Sam pulled a half-empty quart of whiskey from under the seat and shoved it across to Hanson. "Just drink some of this and listen. That Billie come wandering round down on Bonner Street in her short jeans this very afternoon. I'm sittin' up there in the Club Matinee messin' around half-tore up and see her out there on the sidewalk." Sam laughed and glittered his gold tooth. "Molly Gee was trying to hassle her about something', and I heard it and come out."

Hanson poured his mouth full of the hot booze and washed the jail taste down his throat. He hadn't figured on Billie-Ann Wheeler helping Him … even if she had found out he was in trouble. As much as he still made up fantasies about her, Hanson knew she was really only a country white girl so ignorant she could hardly tell one hole from the other.

But what Sam was telling him now turned his head around. Could shy little Billie-Ann scrape together his bail somehow and then go find Sam to cut him loose? Maybe he didn't know her the way he thought he did.

He tilted the bottle up again and slugged hard.

"How'd she know not to come down there to the jail herself? How come she knew they was lookin' for her to put the heat on me?"

"That Jed fella told her. But why don't you just ask her yourself?" Sam laughed again and hooked the bottle from Hanson's hand. "She's squattin' down behind your seat."

Hanson turned just as Billie-Ann jumped up squealing. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her squirming into the front seat with him.

"Damn it, baby, am I glad to see you!"

Billie blushed and smiled and lowered her lashes. He could feel her heat against his side and smell the heady aroma of her fourteen-yearold body on the verge of growing into sweet adolescence. Damn it to hell, maybe he could go completely insane and keep this little white rabbit for his very own. Hanson yearned for her as much as ever. His cock grew tight in his pants in its need to be buried in Billie's wet, yielding flesh.

"Hey, Sam, why don't you take' us out to Zeebee Lee's… you know, that old voodoo woman they ran out of town a long time ago." Hanson smelled Billie's hair and kissed it. "I don't know if she'll remember me but she knows my folks real good."

"Sho, man, ain't nobody gonna be botherin' you out there." Sam frowned and shook his head. "Wouldn't stay there myself, though…"

Hanson grabbed the whiskey bottle back and shoved his friend's shoulder. "Shit, that's just what you need. Little black cat bone might keep you out of trouble."

"Had a girl that did a spell on me," Sam said, sucking his gold tooth.

"Couldn't get one up for three months."

Hanson laughed and looked down at Billie. She hadn't said a thing since he'd pulled her up beside him, but she was as close to his side as she could get without going through his shirt. Gently he slipped a hand down along one of her thighs and squeezed it. The pretty girl made a soft noise in her throat and pushed the side of her face against his chest.

"Why'd you get me out of jail?" he whispered, pulling her chin up so she'd have to look at him.

"I w-wanted to," she said back.

"You want to stay with me?"

"Uh-huh," Billie said, nodding; "but I'm scared."

"What you scared of?"

Billie-Ann looked away again and then rubbed a thin finger over a mole on her knee. Hanson saw the tears well up in her eyes and before he could say anything to stop her, her cheeks flooded with hot, salty streaks and she jerked, sobbing, in his arms. "I… I'm so hungry and tired and… oh, please don't fuck me Hanson… please don't."

Sam choked on a mouthful of whiskey, but Hanson paid no attention to his friend's mirth. "Don't you be worrying," he told Billie, patting the side of her sweet bottom, "you ain't gonna be fucked 'less you wanta be." Then he framed her face with a hand and made her look up at him again until a smile began to show through the tears. Suddenly Billie's eyes brightened as if she were remembering something. Hanson watched her dig some bills out of her pocket and hold them out.

"Jesus, baby, that's forty bucks!" Carefully he folded the money into his own pocket. "I'll keep this safe for you… some of it might help show Zeebee Lee that we mean to be paying customers." Hanson was wondering hard where Billie had come up with all the cash. Enough to get him out of jail and forty more left over. And she'd pushed the money at him almost as if she were relieved to be rid of it. But he figured it would be better to let the questions wait.