"I don't know, what I'm worried about," Lucinda muttered. "My pussy is so small, no boy could do it to me anyway, even if I dripped sex appeal!"

Disgusted for the zillionth time at how long it took to "grow up" physically, Lucinda put her leg back down and pulled, up her shorts. She stalked across her room, ignoring the homework that seemed to beckon to her from the desk. Her mind was totally focused on sex and beauty and attracting boys now, and she felt she had no time for dull, unimportant crap like term papers and algebra assignments.

Lucinda came back across the room and paused at the mirror once more. She gave a slow, deliberate smile, the kind she had been flashing on boys she really liked lately.

The effect, Lucinda decided with a warm inner glow, was devastating. With her short, almost white blonde mane and her huge blue eyes, Lucinda thought herself quite attractive.

"If only my tits were bigger!" the youngster sighed. "God, I'd love to have a set like Dawn's!"

Lucinda leaned back away from the glass, a frown on her freckled, pixie-like face. Maybe Dawn could give her some advice on building up her titties in a hurry, Lucinda thought suddenly.

In moments the petite teenager was hurrying down the hall toward her older sister's room. If anyone would know about big boobs, it would certainly be Dawn, Lucinda assured herself excitedly as she neared her older sister's door.

Lucinda could remember a few years ago, when she had been just a child of eight and Dawn had been her age. Her spectacularly built older sister hadn't been such a stone knockout back then, Lucinda remembered. Dawn had been as flat as the proverbial board.

Then, suddenly, overnight it seemed Dawn had begun sprouting the tits that now drove every male in sight crazy. Lucinda did the family wash every week and it drove her bananas every time she read the tags on her older sister's bras – forty "D"!