Chapter 117: Outlaws

Kathy, her sister Samantha and their family were driving a big, new RV, heading to a National Campground event out west. Tonight, they were stopped on the outskirts of a small town in western Kansas. Their father had picked the route, staying off the interstates for the most part. Tonight, they were parked near a small convenience store and gas station, in the middle of nowhere. Having slept most of the day as they droned across endless miles prairie land, Kathy and Samantha wanted to do something. Their mom gave them five dollars so they could go buy themselves each a Cool-Time drink. She had the baby fussing right now, and getting these two outside for a while would be a welcome rest.

Kathy was sixteen years old. She stood about 5’9” tall, weighed about 110 pounds. She had on her short-shorts and a t-shirt, one her mom said came down way too low in front (it was four sizes too big). Kathy had these assets you see. Her breasts were a good size for her age. Some young girls had breasts that stand out all firm. Kathy’s weren’t that firm, but they were bigger than most others in her class, and hung down some. Each had a big, brown nipple and areole. A sophomore in high school, her hair was done as pretty as she could. Blonde, down to below her shoulders. She took great pains to keep it silky smooth. As if that wasn’t enough, Kathy’s attribute list went on. She had a slim, fit body. She had very nice legs, with thighs that almost but never quite touched. Her butt was a problem sometimes. She liked flirting, like any sixteen-year-old girl does. She would normally wear last years shorts because they were always tight on her butt, and those butt cheeks now would squeeze out ever so slightly. This worked, because wherever she went like that, boys and men would always stare. That’s when she learned how to make herself really wiggle back there. Kathy’s problem was her mom. Whenever she wore an oversized top, she always made her wear a bra with it. Once her mother had seen her in her super-tight shorts and threw a fit, making her change immediately. So what Kathy would do is, pull the shorts way down, so her butt wasn’t sticking out. Of course, the top of the shorts was really low now too, practically showing her pubic hair. So she’d keep her oversized shirt on, covering up the top of the shorts.

Kathy went out the RV door. Samantha came with her. Samantha was fourteen, about 5’4” and maybe 100 pounds. She had brown hair, quite long. In fact, if she tilted her head back, she could make it touch her butt. Samantha didn’t have much bosom yet, but she knew her time was coming. Kathy had started really growing when she was fourteen, too. But for now, all Samantha was a pair of slightly oversized nipples. What she did have, was a terrific ass. She didn’t like it; thought it was fat, too big. In reality, every male who saw her bottom would always, always look twice. It was just the cutest looking butt ever.

Both girls wore very little make-up, just some lipstick from earlier. They both had good looking parents, and it showed in their own extremely good looks. Samantha had good looking legs as well, but she was still a more conservative dresser than her older sister. Tonight, she wore her knee-length flower dress as she followed Kathy. They walked together to the store, wondering what to do. Dad and Uncle Bill had gone off someplace. Mom was with the baby Michael. They walked into the small store and looked all over the cooler. “Do you have any Cool-Time?” Kathy asked. An old lady sat behind the counter was way more interested in her little TV than these two tourists. Without even looking up, she replied, “Nope. Ain’t got none. Try across the street.” She pointed her old lady arm in the general direction of the only open place around, some sort of restaurant across the street. Seeing no other reason to stay, the two girls decided to try over there. They walked across to the other place. More noise came from inside. Looked like the place had a bar maybe. Kathy felt Samantha hesitate. They heard a lot of voices inside this restaurant. Kathy said, “Come on, we’ll ask the cashier if they have any.” She hoped it was a man. Her shorts were pulled up again, showing a good piece of teenage butt cheek again. Her bra was stuffed into her pocket. If she leaned over even a little bit, you could see down in for a clear view of some awesome cleavage. If she put her hands on her hips, pulling the shirt bac some, you could even see her nipples and everything pressing against the fabric. They’d have Cool-Time for sure, she thought.