Jennie stepped wearily out of the car into the electric light of the hotel parking lot. The statuesque sixteen-year-old yawned and stretched, thrusting out her DD-cup breasts. On a smaller girl they'd have looked ridiculously large, but on Jennie they looked right at home. She was a total knockout: 5'8", with broad shoulders, flaring hips, a lusciously round ass you could've bounced a quarter off of, long toned legs, and of course, a spectacular bosom. She was far from a slut, though, but rather quite a tomboy, which had actually made her more popular: She was drop-dead gorgeous, down-to-earth, and liked all the same things as most of the guys at her school. She'd never dated any of them, though; Jennie just wasn't that into sex and relationships. Still, they'd been great friends, and even though she knew they all lusted after her, her buds had always treated her with the utmost respect, as an equal and not just a piece of ass.
But that was all behind her. She'd never see her friends again. All that lay ahead for Jennie was the blasted frozen wasteland of Alaska.
Jennie stood, absently fidgeting with the hem of her white Supergirl t-shirt, tucking it back into her comfortably loose blue jeans, her mind elsewhere. She kicked a loose pebble with one red-sneaker-clad foot. She brushed a strand of her shoulder-length auburn hair out of her brilliant green eyes, her luscious lips twisting into a pout. Her dad, John, stepped out of the car and stepped up to her. He saw how dejected she looked. "Aw, come on, Jennie," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I know how hard it is -- I went through a traumatic move too when I was your age -- but it's not often such an amazing employment offer comes up like this, for me and your mom."
"It's not fair," pouted Jennie, crossing her arms. "The junior prom was coming up this month. And all my friends..."
John turned Jennie around and put his arms around her in a fatherly embrace. "I'm sorry, honey. I hate doing this to you, but this is for the best -- for all of us. You can still keep in touch with all your friends by email, can't you?"
Jennie didn't respond, but she did hug her dad back. Even though she was spitting mad right now, deep down she knew he cared.
John patted his daughter on the head. "There, there, honey. I've gotta go help your mom extricate Kathy from the back seat, 'kay? She slept like a rock!"
Jennie nodded wordlessly and they broke their hug.
She didn't sleep well that night, probably as a result of napping most of the day before. When she opened her eyes at 7 AM she felt all bleary and tired, and was more than ready to go back to sleep when Kathy appeared out of nowhere and began shaking her!
"Jennie, Jennie, they got a pool here!" The fourteen-year-old was already in her blue one-piece swimsuit. A month ago she'd been pretty scrawny, just like Jennie had been at that age, but already she was starting to develop lush curves like her big sister, with a pert, round backside and soft C-cup breasts (her freckled cleavage was absolutely popping out of her now-too-small swimsuit) that looked much too large on her willowy frame, and had grown from 5'0" to 5'4" in no time. Her brown hair was done up in two cute ribboned tails; her pink lips twisted in a girlish grin and her big green eyes stared eagerly at her big sis. "Come on! Dad says we're leaving at noon, so we gotta go quick!" Kathy was a bit of a tomboy herself and never passed up an opportunity for physical activity.
Jennie sat up in bed, her generous bosom jiggling beneath her oversized black t-shirt, and weighed her options. All she wanted was to rest, but a swim could take her mind off of her problems.
Little did she know that her decision would change her life forever...
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