Chapter 1

They never called themselves hillbillies. That's because they lived beside the Arkansas River. They weren't mountain folk. But lots of their relatives were. The Claggett family lived in the town of Ozark, in Franklin County, right on the southern edge of the Ozark Plateau. But they hated to be called flatlanders too.

It was a large, extended family. Debby was just fourteen years old. She was ripening. That's what her Daddy and Mommy said. They meant she would be ready for marriage soon. But she wasn't interested in that. She was a bright young girl. And pretty. She wanted to get out of this small town and get to Little Rock, maybe.

Debby didn't know it but her brother Freddie had noticed her ripening too. He couldn't help seeing that. There were six people in this three room shack by the river. Mommy and Daddy slept in one room, the four boys and Debby spent the night in another room, and the last was where they cooked and ate and did all their work.

Freddie was sixteen years old. Her little brothers, the twins, were twelve. One twin would sleep with Debby and the other with Freddie. They just had the two twin beds. It wasn't that unusual around here. Some families might have ten or twelve living in the same amount of space. Mommy always said they were blessed.

It was part of Debby's chores to go down and check the trot lines every morning. They caught most of the food they ate, besides the vegetables and fruits they grew in their garden. They sold some of the fish and preserved the rest or ate it fresh. Most of the garden crops were canned to last them through the winter.

Debby was up early one morning and was off to the river. She was bare footed, and was just wearing an old sundress, She had on some white panties, but didn't wear a bra yet. Her breasts were developing. They were small, but round and soft. She sometimes touched them and she liked the feelings that gave her.

The morning mists were still drifting about the river as she walked through the damp grasses to the river bank. She had just begun to pull on the trot line when she was grabbed from behind. She immediately began to struggle, terrified of what was happening. Her legs were kicking and she was trying to twist the arms holding her. Then she heard him laughing.

"Damn you Freddie. What're you doing to me. Let me be. I got chores to do. Daddy'll whip me if I don't get it done."

"Don't fuss yourself, little sister. Daddy's sleeping off a drunk this morning. He won't know anything for a long while. I just wanted to play a little."

"I don't want to play with you. What're you talking about, anyhow?"

"Don't be that way, sis. You'll like it. Honest. I've played lots of time with girls down to the river wharf. You'll have fun. I promise."

"Stop. Let me go. Stop that Freddie. Don't be touching me like that. I don't like it. Leave them be, damn you."

"I know you'll like it. They all do. Promise."

With that he dropped down to the grass and lay on top of her. He was fifty pounds heavier and he was holding both of her wrists now stretched out above her head. She was twisting her legs and body but he was between her legs. He held both of her wrists with one hand and used the other to undo his pants. He pulled them down. All the while she was twisting and trying to escape.

She was yelling now but no one was about at this time of the morning. The sun was barely coming up over the river to the east and he was pulling her dress up and he tore her panties down. His swollen manhood was slapping against her leg. She knew what it was. She'd seen it many times around the house.

Now he was guiding his thing into her pussy and she cried out louder.

"Please, no, no, Freddie no. Damn you Freddie, no, no. Ah, god that hurts. Stop."

But he didn't stop. He rammed his cock into her roughly and deeply and her maidenhead broke, and she was taken. He slowly began pumping his prick in and out while he was trying to kiss her face. She wouldn't let him. She cried out, over and over. He sucked on her neck and nuzzled her tits but his business was fucking his sister. He took her faster and faster. He was coming in just two or three minutes. He filled her with sperm as she was crying.

"There you go, sis. I know you liked that cause I did. It was good fucking girl. You know that. You'll come to love it. I know that. Now lick my cock. Damn it, Debby! Lick my fucking dick!"

She did as she was told after he slapped her hard. She was still crying but she licked it clean of her blood and his sperm. He slapped her face with it and laughed. Then he got up, tucked his prick back in his pants, and went on back home to get some breakfast.

Finishing up the trot lines she carried some of the fish back to the shack. The rest she left in the river for her Daddy to pick up later when he was taking his boat down the river to deliver some things to the market in town. She was in time to see her Mommy cooking some bacon and eggs and grits. But she wasn't hungry.

She started showing a few weeks later. Her Mommy noticed first. She took her aside.

"What you been up to girl? You been messing around with some man? I know you been doing something to get this way Debby. Tell me. Who you been messing with?"

"Mommy, I didn't mess with anyone at all. I don't know what you mean."

"Girl, you're growing a belly. I know what that is and so do you. You been making a baby with some swinging dick. Now straight up, tell me who done this to you."

"Mommy, I done nothing at all. Freddie put his thing in me one day, and I tried to stop him, but I couldn't. I didn't know. I didn't know what to do, Mommy."

"Damn that boy! Lord, save us all. Your Daddy will kill you both. You was enticing him weren't you girl? Your Daddy will be fit to be tied."

"Mommy, I don't know what enticing is. What do I have to do?"

"You got to have you a baby is what you got to do. Lord. Your Daddy will beat you both."

But Daddy didn't beat them both. He took Debby off to the smoke house. He lit a lantern on the shelf and then pulled out a pile of old quilts.

"Get out of them clothes girl. I want to see what condition you're in. Take them all off. Hear me? Do it now."

Debby dropped her dress, and then her panties. That was all she was wearing. She covered her breasts with her left arm and put her little right hand in front of her pussy. She was ashamed of the belly she was showing. Daddy reached out and moved both of her arms aside. He looked at her intently, and then he reached out and began squeezing each breast and pulling each nipple.

He kept that up until he heard her whimper. He stopped and looked at her.

"Girl, does that hurt or does that feel good. Tell me true now, you hear?"

"It doesn't hurt Daddy. Maybe a little. And maybe it feels good. I don't know. It makes me tingle down in my private place."

"You mean your pussy girl? Say it. You're having a damned baby. You can use the words now. Your pussy. It was fucked by a prick. You remember that girl? I think you need reminding what you done. Get down on your hands and knees girl. Do it now."

Her Daddy watched her getting down with her large belly hanging and her developing tits hanging too. He opened up his drawers and pulled out his large cock. It was already hard. He got on his knees on the quilts and pushed the huge mushroom head of his prick into his daughter's pussy. He slowly pushed his fat cock into her, groaning with the pleasure, There was nothing like fresh, young cunt.

"You remember this don't you girl? Getting fucked like a whore? Well you're Daddy's whore now. So take it little girl. Take this cock. Oh sweet jesus ... this is fucking pussy. Unh. Unh."

He was rutting like a hound in heat, and Debby was crying again, the tears falling as he tore into her tight, young pussy. But she couldn't help but feel some pleasure too. Just enough that she also began moaning. She leaned on one arm and put the other hand back under to touch her naughty place. She found the magic place, and she was rubbing it as her Daddy thrust harder and harder.