Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

"How good did it feel?" she asked, wrinkling up her nose with an impudent eagerness to understand what men were all about.

"Good!" he laughed, and pulled her damp face close to kiss each cheek,

"but not as good as it would've been inside you."

Billie-Ann shook her head and picked up the bar of soap again. Somehow she had to make him understand. The suds dripped over her nipples and down her stomach. Billie didn't really understand herself. It wasn't as if she were a virgin or anything.

Lonnie Crumpers had managed to push his small cock into her body and as disturbing as the experience had been, Jerrold Butler, the banker's son, had plumbed her quite a bit deeper. But part of her fear, Billie knew, was that Hanson really was bigger. His dusky-brown penis looked at least two inches longer than Jerrold's, and thicker around. At the same time her childish little hole still felt tender and delicate… much like her budding breasts.

Hanson made her stand up close to him then while he poured another bucket of lukewarm water over their heads to rinse the soap off. His cock was still pretty big, even though it drooped, but when she moved a thigh against it, it felt rubbery and limp.

"How long does it take till it's…" but the question she was about to ask made her blush and she stopped.

Hanson was laughing fit to kill. "Why you want to know?"

Billie gave him a shy look. "I was just curious…"

He hooked a towel off a nail on the wall and slapped her bottom with it. She danced away giggling… almost bumping into Zeebee Lee, who'd silently come into the room with two white gowns slung over one arm.

Billie wrapped her towel around her body, and Hanson did, too, but the old woman didn't pay any attention to their nakedness.

"I brung something for you' to wear while I wash your things," she said, and as soon as she'd scooped the dirty clothes off the floor she was gone. Hanson gave Billie a smile and a shrug and they helped each other get into the strange long gowns.

Billie' found that hers reached past her ankles and cinched just under her breasts. When she twirled, the gown billowed out. It was only made of cotton, but she liked the way it hung on her slim, naked body. She felt fresh and clean enclosed in the cool material… as if she were beginning a new part of her life. "I think they're nice," she said,

"and look, here's a little charm sewed on."

Hanson was smiling because his own gown was too short. "People are always giving Zeebee Lee things they don't want, and she never throws nothin' away. No telling where she got these from." Then he took her hand. "Come on, let's go see if Hannah's got us something to eat."

All through supper, Zeebee Lee didn't say much. Most of the time she just eyed Billie-Ann and Hanson and gummed a biscuit. But Billie was too hungry to think about the funny old woman one way or the other.

There was chicken and grits and greens and plenty of goat's milk to wash everything down with.

When they were through, Zeebee showed Hanson the old mattress she'd put down on the porch and gave him some blankets and sheets and told him to go make the bed up. Billie knew as soon as they were alone that the old woman wanted to say something to her and she couldn't help being a little scared.

"Come here, honey; old Zeebee won't hurt you," the black woman said, motioning with a gnarled finger. Billie came over obediently, her hands clasped in front of her. Zeebee's fingers felt her hips and waist and tested the flesh on her arms. Then the voodoo woman pulled a tiny amber vial from a pocket, opened it and wet a fingertip. "This good magic," she whispered. "Make Hanson love you up like a cyclone."

"But I don't w-want…" Billy stammered, trying to think of a way to tell Zeebee Lee that she wasn't going to let Hanson do anything like that to her.

"Shhhh," the woman said, putting out her hand. Before Billie could stumble back, she felt the wetness under her ear as Zeebee rubbed the potion onto her skin. Oh, well, she thought, it was all superstition anyway, and when the old woman tried to wet her other ear, Billie let her.

When she joined Hanson on the sleeping porch, he quickly finished tucking in the blanket and stood up. The sun was starting to go down and golden rays of light came through the vine trellis behind them.

Billie took off her sandals and dropped tiredly to the mattress. The pillow felt cool and good against her face.

"I can't sleep in this thing," Hanson said, and pulled his gown off over his head and lay down next to her.

Billie noticed that his cock was thick and straight again, but after their games in the bath she had a feeling that she could trust Hanson not to do anything she didn't want him to. After all, he'd given her his word on it earlier.

When he stretched to get comfortable Billie could sense the warmness of his brown body next to her and she felt that it would be nice to snuggle close… to feel the protection of another person holding her.

Of course, she didn't let herself, because of what she'd learned about boys in the past week. Billie was beginning to understand that a girl could make them go crazy with just a touch or a look, and she didn't want to make Hanson go crazy… not with that long, thick shaft he carried between his muscular thighs.

"Don't be lying there worrying now," Hanson told her, his hand brushing over her belly. "I'll let you sleep tonight. Then he turned over and bunched a pillow under his head.

Billie felt relief mingled with a strange tension as the day's events tried to crowd into her exhausted mind and then faded away. There was so much she had to think about… to sort out… but now only sleep seemed to matter and she closed her eyes and let go…

Billie didn't know how long she'd dozed before the dream worked its way into her mind, but it was scary right from the beginning. She was a child again, like when her daddy had been at home. But she wasn't at home. She was alone in a jungle. Huge green plants seemed to close in around her as she ran, her long white gown flying out behind.

Overhanging branches caught at her hair and thorns scraped her legs, but still she ran, until bursting through a thicket, she felt the cloth of the gown catch. Before she could free it, the material shredded in her hands and she was naked. Now Billie sensed a new fear as if her being without clothes had set into motion other dangers. Some noise ahead made her stop. On the ground, crawling in the trees, everywhere, were snakes. Snakes with complicated designs… snakes with jewels in their eyes… hundreds of snakes. Billie screamed and ran back in the direction from where she'd come. She stumbled into the center of a hazy open place. A man stood in the mist and immediately she ran to him, her child legs pumping. "Daddy!" she sobbed, hugging his thighs… struggling to climb into his arms. "Oh, Daddy!" Then there was the comforting feeling of strong hands against her back and she felt her chest close against his own bare chest. But the feeling of security was being replaced by a sensation more turbulent and impassioned. Her body felt charged with gentle thrills as if an electric current were being run through it. As she wiggled closer in her daddy's embrace she realized with a sudden shock that the man wasn't her daddy at all!

"It's okay, Billie," Hanson was saying, patting the side of her face with his hand.

And she knew as she fought her way out of the dream that the bare chest was real, and the man was real, too! She was lying on top of Hanson, her gown tangled up under her arms. "How… how did…"

"Believe me, pretty girl, I don't know. I was just laying here on my back, stone asleep and all of a sudden you were climbing all over me, moaning and crying like a pack of wolves was about to eat you."