Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

Hanson swallowed and smiled and couldn't help staring at her maturing thighs and plump mound again. She was a high school wet dream for sure.

And the pigtails she was wearing seemed to add to the image rather than take away.

"You still wearing pigtails?" he laughed. "It'd be hard to remember you without 'em."

Alicia pouted just a little and reached a hand toward her hair. "You want I should undo 'em?"

"God, no!" Hanson said, putting out a hand. "Leave 'em just like that."

Alicia folded her arms and tilted her face at him. It looked sophisticated and little-girlish both at the same time. "Come on," she said, voice almost a whisper, hand stretched out to take his.

Hanson drained the rest of his beer and let her lead him into a darker, cooler part of the house. Alicia's hand was dry and tough from pulling weeds and he liked the way it rubbed against his own skin.

"Been a long time, Hanson," she cooed in her soft, crooning way.

"'Member when you used to play with me like I'd never grow up?"

"I remember. Just never thought…"

Alicia closed a door behind them and made Hanson sit on the narrow bed next to her. The burlap curtain on the window made the small room seem like a cave.

"Well I thought about it," she whispered, looking hard into Hanson's eyes. Alicia's thin hand was suddenly kneading his thigh… slowly and professionally. Hanson wanted to ask her how many men had…

"Lay back now," she whispered.

Hanson did as Alicia said and immediately the thin, curvaceous little angel was moving onto his chest, pushing her legs between his and covering his chin and neck with hot, eager kisses.

"God… Alicia, you really have done some growing up."

Her lips slipped wetly over his then and Hanson sucked her pink little tongue deep the way she seemed to want him to do. The hard bone under her mound was pressed tight against the growing lump of his own trapped cock as Alicia rocked back and forth against it… massaging it full of blood.

"Hanson," Alicia sighed, "Oh, baby, you feel awful big down there." Her hands clutched and tickled and dove under his shirt, rubbing his tiny male nipples… touching the nape of his neck.

"How long you been doing this, Alicia?" Hanson asked her.

"You're the third guy," she said without breaking the rhythm of her lovely attack. "Mama only started me last month."

Hanson felt strangely misplaced. Coming from the East had been too sudden a change in life style to get used to so quickly. Back there it'd been Cadillacs and late-night neons and beaches and boats and high-fashion chicks. But outside the room he was in, Hanson could hear chickens clucking and scratching in the backyard. His nose was full of the heavy odor of magnolia blossoms… the salty country sweat of an adolescent black girl as she fumbled at the buttons of his Levi's, giggling and winking at him all the while.

"What's it like back East, honey?" Alicia cooed, as if she'd been reading his mind.

"It's… different."

He was on his back and Alicia had finally pulled all his clothes off, making a little O with her mouth as his rigid shaft slipped free. Then Hanson watched the lithe girl gracefully get rid of her own things.

When she stood in front of him wearing only the bright ribbons at the ends of her braids, he knew he wanted her even more than he'd first thought he would.

Alicia hovered over him on hands and knees, looking skinny and desirable, her ass curving around behind her. It was so beautifully shaped that Hanson wondered if maybe that wonderful bottom was to serve no other purpose except love. Alicia slid cool palms down his chest and finally grasped his hips. There was just the trace of a mischievous smile on her young face, but Hanson thought he could also see uncertainty behind it.

"You the real first grown man," she said in a low voice. "I didn't know it would be so big!"

Alicia let her fingers trace the thickness and length of his cock, and Hanson enjoyed the expression on her face as she felt the heft of the meat.

"Who've you had before?" he asked.

She opened her eyes wide and looked up at the ceiling, remembering.

"Couple of kids. Junior high boys. One was white." A smile spread over Alicia's brown face. "He darn near cried when I sucked him a little."

Hanson laughed with her, marveling at her new sophistication.

"He was a nice kind of white boy," Alicia went on. Then she looked again at Hanson's gently throbbing penis. "But nowhere near as big as that!"

He was growing more and more excited from watching Alicia pout and tease above him. His cock was fully engorged with blood, the glans tight and shiny brown and Hanson wanted very much to hide it out of sight in sweet Alicia's warm, wet flesh.

"What if you won't fit in me?" she whispered, bending close enough to let the turgid little nipples of her breasts rake across his chest.

"It'll fit, baby," he said back. "That sweet little ass of yours is ripe for some real meat." Hanson felt strange talking to Alicia like that when only a few years before he'd played with her like a kid sister. But nobody stayed the same, he told himself. Alicia sure hadn't.

Circling his strong arms around her back, Hanson forced her elbows to bend and she crumpled and collapsed against his chest. He felt the soft concave of her belly and the way her titties flattened out over his skin. His cockhead bobbed eagerly in the tight curly bush between her thighs, as if hunting for an entrance.

"I sure do want you, Alicia," he breathed into the tiny sworls of her brown ear. She was trembling against him ever so slightly, and the feeling of it made Hanson's blood boil even hotter with desire.

He caught her face between his hands and forced her lips down again and again, sucking in the lovely young spit as if he were dying of thirst.

"Goddamn, Hanson," Alicia finally got breath enough to say, "you sure do kiss fine." She took a catchy little gasp of air. "Mama tells me not to get too excited, 'cause I forget my business, but it's hard to keep from it when you kiss me like that."

Her pelvis was moving against him now and she arched her back and rode down on the whole length of his cock. As her steamy little slit parted with the pressure, Hanson felt his organ bathed with Alicia's hot juices. Rolling her bottom steadily, she worked all the way down to his ball sac, massaging the nymphescent oils into his skin. It was a fantastic way to get greased up, he thought, and when Alicia's firm little clitoris came in contact with his glans again, he felt his back go tight with desire.

"I want you good and wet," Alicia sighed, "before you try to get that big old thing up in me." She was breathing so raggedly that Hanson could hardly make out the words.

Her pretty lips opened wide and she kissed him again, still working more of her wetness into the thing she'd have to take completely inside her before they were through. Hanson loved what Alicia was doing, but he wanted more… now. Cupping both hands under the prancing little asscheeks, he forced her higher, then pushed the knob of his cock up, dividing the sweet, seeping delta of her loins. The tip slid over the finger of her clit, then gave a wet thump as the ridged crown popped into the beginnings of her still-immature vagina and stopped there… too big to go further.

Alicia groaned and tossed her head on Hanson's broad shoulder. "Ohhh, God, daddy!"

"You like it big, don't ya?"

Alicia didn't say anything. She just bumped and tossed her pretty round bottom… afraid to press back but enjoying it too much to stop.

Hanson could tell that Alicia was ready for more, because the jumping, bunching spasms of her little body hadn't paused once and she steadily increased the pressure back against his shaft. He could feel the ring of muscles spread, almost open, then tighten down again. It would take only a quick lunge on his part to skewer Alicia for keeps.