Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

Hanson looked over at Sam. "What this little angel needs is a warm bath and some food in her stomach." He laughed softly and wiped a hand across his mouth. "If I don't get something to eat myself I'm gonna back myself into a weird drunk."

"I ain't breaking your arm with the bottle," Sam said with a woozy smile. "It's that jail you trying to forget."

Sam drove until they were almost to the county line and the sun had sunk in the west. It had been so long since Hanson had been there that he almost didn't recognize the rambling old rundown farmhouse Sam finally stopped in front of. As a young boy he'd played around that very same yard while his mother talked for hours to old Zeebee Lee about all manner of things. Usually his ma had come away with a charm in her pocket for something. An ailment that had been troubling her or a cow that wouldn't calve.

Hanson left Billie-Ann sitting on the big front porch and went inside to find Zeebee Lee. The silver-haired old woman didn't like it when she peeked through the window and saw that Billie was a white girl and so young, but after Hanson told her how the same little white girl had gotten him out of jail, Zeebee softened. When he pulled a ten-dollar bill from his pocket and made her take it, everything was set.

"It's just I don't abide no trouble out here," Zeebee Lee said in her raspy voice. "Had enough trouble with townspeople as it is."

"Ain't nobody even know we're here," Hanson told her. "And we won't be around long anyway. Sam's gone back to town to pick up my old man's truck and take it back to him. Then he's gonna bring all my things from home." He smiled and put his hand on Zeebee's shoulder. "We'll be leaving tomorrow for sure."

The wrinkles on the old woman's face formed into what could pass for a smile. "I go get some food cooked. That girl looks skinnier than a fence post."

"Don't fatten her up too much, Zeebee; I like 'em that way."

Zeebee Lee studied Hanson's face. "Can she love good as a black woman?"

He smiled and scuffed one of his boots back and forth on the floor.

"Would you believe me if I told you I don't know yet?"

The old woman clinked her bear-claw necklace and made a clucking sound in her throat. "Zeebee Lee can help. After supper I make nice little dolls."

Hanson put out a hand. "Now hold on, Zeebee. I don't want no gris-gris spells worked on me."

Zeebee shook her head as if she already had her mind made up. "Dolls make everything fine… you see," and she turned and waddled into the kitchen.

Hanson went back out to the porch and took Billie by the hand. "Come on, honey," he said. "We'll go down to the barn and draw some water and get us a bath. Zeebee Lee gonna have us something to eat in a little while."

Still silent, Billie let him lead her across the yard. She had hardly said ten words since he'd gotten out of jail, but he knew it was only because she'd made the decision to leave home and wasn't used to it yet. Every time he looked at her she drooped her long-lashed lids and blushed a little. God, how he wanted to get her into bed with him.

Somehow she looked even younger than when he'd first met her, and her forlorn little-girl-lost manner made her that much more desirable. For the first time since he'd been obsessed by the lovely fourteen-yearold, he had to admit there was something about her he loved. Yes, he was starting to love Billie.

In a small storeroom in the barn there was a battered galvanized tub.

He filled it from the well just outside, then brought back a couple of buckets of boiling water from the house that Zeebee Lee had made ready for them. He felt Billie watching him as he readied the bath and tested it with his hand.

"Just right," he said smiling at her. "Zeebee give us a bar of soap, too."

Billie rubbed her narrow palms on her jeans and looked worried, so Hanson walked over to her and pulled her close against him. Billie's adorable pubescent breasts heaved against his chest as if she were scared to death.

"Listen to me, little girl," he whispered.

Billie looked up wide-eyed.

"We gonna be living together from now on, right?"

She nodded.

"So way I figure, sharing the bath water is a good start."

Billie smiled then and started undoing her belt. Hanson pretended to be busy with his own clothes, but couldn't help watching when the pretty girl slipped her shorts down over her willowy legs. Gracefully she bent her knees and dipped to step out of each leg hole. Hanson clenched his jaw tight. Next came her panties, and her face pinkened softly, but she stepped out of them, too, and straightened to undo the snap of her top.

Hanson was out of his pants and shorts now, and though he'd been afraid that his erection might frighten Billie more than she already was, there was nothing he could do about it. Then he skinned out of his shirt and dropped it on the growing pile of their shucked clothes.

Billie was still having trouble getting the catch loose on her top, her arms raised as she struggled with it. Hanson could see where the tight material was pulled over her breasts and wondered if he could trust himself to get it loose without touching her. When he walked over, Billie turned her back so he could help. There was nothing to it really, but he pretended the trouble was more complicated so he'd have a chance to breathe in Billie's loveliness. Looking down the back of her body stirred his loins wildly. The tiny waist seemed smaller than ever and her narrow hips were like before, curving smoothly out only enough to show she was female. Only inches away from the small of her back, his cock pulsed ready, and he longed to press it against the firm tan skin. Instead, he let his eyes follow the perfectly straight line of her crack between the plump pink cheeks, then down the unbroken sweep of her girlish thighs and childishly thin calves. Billie was standing slightly splay-footed and Hanson found himself adoring the way her thin toes spread out against the wood floor. When he knew he couldn't pretend the clasp was caught any longer, he let the top fall forward over her shoulders and off. Billie started to move away, but he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to him. The top of her head was chest high, and she had to look up… her wide, wet mouth open slightly. Each freckle on her cute nose was a wonder of perfection, and when he noticed that her silky hair was curtained over one pink-nippled breast Hanson had to close his eyes for a second in thankfulness to the gods that he knew were watching over him. Moving slowly so he wouldn't scare her, Hanson curved one arm under the backs of her knees and cradling her body with the other, he picked her up and lowered her into the tub.

"Hanson," she murmured, almost too quietly for him to hear. It was the first time she'd said a word in hours and he leaned close to her face, smiling.

"What is it, baby?"

She lowered her eyes for a second, then looked at him and said, "I…

I love you, Hanson."

The water in the tub swished as he pulled her face to his and let their lips touch. Billie didn't resist but opened her mouth to him instead as he let their tongues play gingerly for a moment. Then Hanson stepped into the big tub behind her-his chest to Billie's back-and started to scrub her shoulder blades with a bar of soap.

"Ohh, that feels so nice," she breathed, pressing back against his fingers.

His rigid cock was pressed upward between her ribs and his belly, and when he moved once and it ground against her, Billie didn't show that she was bothered. Hanson put his arms around her lovely middle and scrubbed the girl's flat belly until she moaned and pushed her back harder against his chest. Carefully, he moved his hands lower, tangling fingers into the sparse fur of her pubic hair. Billie flopped her head backward onto his shoulder, panting lightly.