"Hi, babe!" Leila greeted her, using the old teasing nickname with which she had tormented the girl for years. Connie sat up straighter, ready to lash out at her lovely sister.

"Come on back with me while I get things ready for the dinner rush," the older girl continued, walking back to the small kitchen.

Connie followed reluctantly. That's the way it always happened. Every time she was about to fuss with Leila, the girl turned her aside. She had never been able to really fight with Leila. Connie and her younger brother, Jud, fought constantly, Leila, though, never fought with anyone. Maybe that was her trouble, the teen-ager thought. Leila just could not be disagreeable, not even to a man who was trying to get in her pussy.

Mr. Thompkins was in the kitchen, working at the task of preparing the small menu of his cafe. He stopped as the girl entered and wiped his hands on his apron while he smiled at them both. Leila busied herself with arranging the china and silverware, ignoring the leering smile on his face. She ignored him even when he rubbed against her ass slowly and deliberately as he passed her in the cramped quarters. The passage was not that narrow, Connie saw. He intentionally rubbed his cock against her ass in passing, then made it worse by patting one of Leila's tits before looking again `at the younger girl.

"Hey," Thompkins grinned, "you haven't been around in a few weeks. Damn! You're getting as pretty as your sister!"

His eyes fixed on her young fits. Connie suddenly wished that she hadn't worn such a tight blouse. All of her blouses were tight, though in the last few months, her fits had grown so that they shoved the same way against any blouse or sweater she owned. The slender brunette shivered, uncomfortable from the way his eyes looked so greedily at her.