Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

"Charisma," Hanson said, pronouncing each syllable carefully. Then he was off and laughing again. Before he'd gone another mile, though, Billie's image was back to taunt him and he decided it would be nice to undress her in his mind. He imagined her with a hip cocked and a pretty leg extended while slowly he undid her blouse and pulled it back over her thin shoulders. Hanson wasn't sure what Billie's breasts really looked like, but he thought they must be lovely. Probably about onefourth the size of Pamela's… hardly bigger than a mouthful. He daydreamed his mouth down to one of Billie-Ann's titties and sucked the luscious-looking little nipple between his teeth. Billie clutched his head in both hands and pressed her face against the million tight curls of his hair. He licked his way down her body and kissed her navel, marveling at the shallowness of it on her flat tummy. Hanson knew he was right about that, because Billie's T-shirt had hiked up once while she was in the truck and he'd had a good look. Now he was magically skimming her jean shorts down over narrow adolescent hips. Her mound would be almost hairless, he thought. Just two pretty little plump lips protecting the moistness inside. Hanson pushed the fantasies away, too excited by them to stretch the vision out any longer.

A stumbling cow, udder almost dragging the ground, stepped in front of the truck some twenty yards away and Hanson hit the brakes and pulled the wheel hard. The skidding sound of the pickup shocked the dumb animal out of her cud-chewing trance and she bolted back toward the ditch. The truck kicked gravel and slid to a stop, missing the cow by only a foot or two.

Hanson sat there for a while as the insects clicked and buzzed in the weeds near the roadside. He felt foolish for letting himself get so carried away over a white girl who was really no more than a child. The chances were small that he'd ever get close enough to so much as even kiss Billie-Ann Wheeler, much less take her clothes off. Billie was only thirteen. A child. And a not very knowledgeable one at that. No telling what she'd talk around if Hanson so much as patted her pretty little bottom with his hand. And like his daddy had said, that added up to trouble. Besides, there would be the problem of her boyishly narrow hips. If by some chance he did seduce her, his cock would probably split her in two like a ripe melon. Yeah, he had to forget about something so silly as having Billie-Ann's body to enjoy. He had to concentrate on more realistic possibilities. Hanson crammed the truck into gear and started out again, heading toward Elsie Shelton's, where he'd been going before the cow had stopped him short.

The Sheltons lived in a one-time squatter's shack on twenty acres of land bordering the river. Ever since Hanson could remember, a black man could go to that place whenever he needed a little something he couldn't get somewhere else. Elsie Shelton was the mother of the brood and kept track of how much beer to buy before a big weekend and how long the boys could stay alone in a back room with any particular daughter. Daughters were all Elsie Shelton had… seven of them to be exact, and nobody could remember that there'd ever been a man around the place.

When he bounced into the front yard, Hanson saw Elsie herself leaning her bulk in the shady doorway of the paintless frame house. A rubbertire swing swayed on its rope under a big cottonwood, but there didn't seem to be anyone else around.

"Why, Hanson," Elsie said, slapping her big hands together as if she were singing at church. "I knew you the minute I saw that truck…

God, ain't you growed!"

"Howya doin' Elsie?" Hanson put his arm around her fat shoulders and gave her a hug. He'd had lots of crazy times at the Shelton place. More good ones than bad.

"You get your sweet brown ass inside here where its cool, and have a bottle of beer. It's on the house.

They walked together into the big front room. Hanson noticed that Elsie had moved a table or two around and painted the walls, but other than that, nothing had changed much. While she was fishing a couple of beers out of the cooler, she pushed her cotton dress up with the other hand and scratched a massive thigh.

"I been wonderin' what happened with you," Elsie went on. "Thought maybe New York went and swollered you up." She turned, grinning her big teeth at him while she popped the caps off with a rusty opener and shoved a bottle across to him. Then she collapsed heavily into a chair and put her elbows on the table. "Now what I want to know… is you smarter than when you left?"

Hanson laughed and slugged some of the beer. "A little maybe," he said.

"At least I know what a smart person's supposed to act like."

Both of them laughed.

Elsie rocked back and forth, shaking her big head slowly from side to side. A little droplet of sweat hung on her nose for a minute, then fell onto her bosom. "I swear, Hanson, it's good to see ya again."

"How's Janice?" he asked, surprised at his own eagerness.

Elsie Shelton rocked back and forth again, her eyes narrowing down mischievously. "Always did take a likin' to Janice, didn't ya?" Her face grew serious. "I hate to say it, Hanson, but Janice is gone. She up and left for Memphis over a year ago." Elsie slugged her beer hard.

When she put it back on the table only some foam was left. "I tried to get her to stay on, but she had big-city ideas… wanted to meet some fella up there." Elsie put her palms down on the table and looked ceilingward. "Shitfire, I know what happened! She's out on the streets with one pair of rundown shoes and two pair of underwear while that fella is shootin' pool and playin' the horses."

Hanson saw that talking about Janice was depressing Mrs. Shelton, so he changed the subject. "Well, thank Jesus you got more than one daughter, Elsie."

The big woman's face lit up with a smile again. She laid a heavy hand on Hanson's knee and leaned close to whisper. "Lord, you oughta see Alicia now, Hanson… you wouldn't even know her; that's a fact."

Hanson wrinkled his brow and tried to remember. "You mean the little one? Hell, she was only nine or ten when I left to go to college. That couldn't make her more than…"

Elsie nodded. "She's fifteen come next Saturday. 'Member how you used to give her piggyback rides all the way to the river and back? God, she just worshipped you."

Hanson swallowed the rest of his beer and set the bottle on the table.

"You me… you mean she's… around today?"

Elsie Shelton smiled. "Sure… if you want her, I can go fetch her from the garden. I put her out there in my bonnet to get them potato bugs all pulled off the plants."

"Fifteen years old," Hanson said under his breath. "Say, Elsie, I think I could go another beer."

"Why, bless your soul. Sure you need another beer after comin' all this way." Elsie fetched another cold bottle and shoved it into his hand before turning toward the back door. "You just rest here and drink that beer and I'll go fetch Alicia."

Hanson tried, but he couldn't possibly imagine how Alicia had turned out after five years. She'd been so skinny and childlike when he'd seen her last, always wearing a little print swimsuit-usually without the top.

Alicia had always begged him to be her boy friend, even when the girl knew that he was coming all the way out there to the Shelton place to visit her older sisters. Hanson had kidded and tickled her but never really entertained the thought-much anyway-that anything of a serious sexual nature could come about between himself and a ten-year-old girl.

"Hi'ya, Hanson."

He turned to see Alicia standing behind him… still skinny but taller and… different for sure. Her full lips had a more mature and sensual curve to them now and her short nose had lengthened some. Her breasts were just gentle curving swells on her narrow chest… only a little bigger than the ones Billie-Ann Wheeler sported. But it was Alicia's ass that really made him catch his breath. She had on a pair of skimpy short shorts and a bikini top. He could see the beautiful outward curve from her waist… the perfect unbroken line of her hips… not chunky or square at all. Then below, where her crotch filled out the skimpy material of the shorts… an ass built for fucking.