“ Ron, can you come help me with this ?"
My fourteen-year old sis was in a dressing elbow room trying on some jeans and shirts. She had to get some bigger clothes because her belly was growing. She was pregnant. Who the father was, none of us knew. It could be me and it could be one of the many guys she had seduced. It could also be that her hot pants day in and day out got herself pregnant and that what was growing in her was a knockoff of herself. cocksucker, I hoped so. Despite being xiv long time old, Alicia was very ripe looking. She was 5'4"at her age, which is pretty tall, and had a nice set of bouncy C-cup breasts before pregnancy and they would only get bigger as she grew up. Her hair was a dark John Brown with natural tinge of red streaked throughout and her case was without freckles. She was a somewhat skinny girl as she was very active and had a heightened metabolism and her ass was pretty thin and tight too. Well, at least, all that was true before she got knocked up. Her white meat had swollen a cup size and her belly had obviously protruded, making her ass a slight fatter too. It had also for some reason made her hair lighter in color. Anyway, that 's my sister for you, crazy matter happening all the time.
"What 's wrong ?"I asked.
"I 'm having hassle getting these dungaree on,"she said.
"Hold on."I took a peek around. No staff was in the neighborhood. I ducked into her dressing elbow room. It had a derriere and a come-on. The doorway stood off the ground by two pes and the rampart reached up to the ceiling. There were mirrors in the corners by which one could see completely around oneself. My Sister was still wearing her disgraceful shirt which was getting a bit too tight. She had compensated these past few weeks by cutting the V portion of her neckline to give her a bit more way. It was her favorite shirt and she hated having to put it away, but she was learning that being pregnant came with some costs.
I looked down at her dungaree. They were too tight, or she was too big."It looks like you 'll have to get tumid one,"I said.
"But I like these ..."she pouted. Actually, that was the trouble. Ever since one of her friends told her about sex a yr ago, she had been doing everything in her power to get attention from guys, including wearing tight-fitting clothing. But the job with pregnancy is that she would go on growing, and despite how aphrodisiacal it was, she could n't go to school without pants.
"well, you 're just gon na have to deal with it, Ally. You ca n't keep buying a pair of jeans for every week. Mom and Dad do n't feature that money. Here. Put your old denim on and go get a couple of sizes up or something."
She looked at me with sad puppy-dog eyes. However, she obeyed and took off her trial jeans and started putting back on her old ones. But they got stuck too."Uh-oh,"she said.
"No, you could n't have grown that big in five minutes,"I said. But despite that, her old jeans which she wore successfully in this store were n't coming to her ass anymore."Let me help,"I said. I grabbed onto the rear belt cringle and the movement of the dungaree and pulled up, brushing past her puss in the meantime.
"I did have difficulty getting it on this morning,"she said.
"Well,"I grunted,"it 's a good- thing- you came- today to get dungaree. Tomorrow and you would've- had to wear- Mom's- sweats."I finally got it up, but the button looked like it could go flying off at any moment.
"You know, that looks grave,"she said, looking down at it.
"Yeah ..."I reluctantly agreed."Alright. program B."
"What 's that ?"
"I 'm bigger than you. You wear my jeans."
"okey,"she said. She gladly and hurriedly took off hers. I suppose it was probably squeezing her uncomfortably. I took mine off and she put mine on.
"I guess I 'll just wait here for you,"I said."Ca n't really go anywhere like this."Most stores do n't like it if you 're turncock is showing. My sister smiled and left. While she was gone, I started moving my peter back and forth in my hand, bored. Then I took farm animal of the room. It was small, but it would be occupy to see if we could get away with sex in here. I would take that up when she came back.
It was a while later when she did and I almost thought she 'd left without me, since my keys were in my pocket on her body. But she entered with four duo of denim and four shirts, all unlike size of it."I figured I 'd get them all and try them all so I would n't have to go on going out looking like this. No offense."She took off my jeans and gave them back. I did n't put them on right away, though.
"None taken,"I replied."Hey, wan na have sex ?"
"What, in here ?"she asked. She looked around.
"Yeah."
"Okay,"she said. She took off her shirt too.
"I just figured that if we can get sound exercise, maybe you can drop off what footling weighting you have to get those jeans on better."
"My caring brother, doing every little thing for me,"she smiled."So how do you wan na do it ?"
"Whatever 's more well-situated for you."
After a moment 's hesitation, she braced her workforce against the bulwark on either side of a corner mirror and leaned forward so her ass was facing me."I do n't know how hardy these walls are, so you 'd better not knock them down,"she teased.
"No promises."I slid my hammer into her vagina and started fucking her. I began with slow tilt back and forth, taking seriously now her admonition about the rampart, but after about three minutes of slowly thrusting in and out and seeing the walls stay strong I decided to kvetch it up a notch. I went in and out a little faster but could see in the mirror my babe 's human face was still bored. So I picked up a little more fastness and umph ! and could see her booby starting to joggle in reply and she became only slightly interested.
The problem with fucking my sister is that ever since her Quaker had made her a prostitute, she has had plenty of occasions to fuck. She was introduced by her friend 's cousin and shortly afterwards did her booster 's dad, has had a couple of male teachers and pile of upper classmen take her on. The thing is, she does n't ask nor beg for sex. She IS sex. To be around her is to need to Pound her. It 's the way she walks and talks and dresses and looks at you that screams"I 'm a fertile, Lester Willis Young cleaning lady, fourteen years of age who is not against sex. Just ask and I 'll probably say yes !"But the job with trying a thousand different intellectual nourishment is that once you find three or four really tasty stunner, the ease seem meh. That 's the way it seemed it was going for her. She has had some really prominent fucking sessions, and this was not one of them. So she was bored. I had to ill-use up the game.
I reached out and took her branch away from the wall and pressed her tits and chest against the mirror. I was deliberate to weight her forward so her belly did n't get squished. I think the coldness of the mirror sent tremble through her body, though that was not my intention. I intended for her to provide her mark, and I whispered such in her ear."Now, whenever someone changes in this room, they 'll be looking at our love. Each time a short lady friend tries on a new frock, she 'll look at herself through our sex. Each clock time a hot guy comes to try on a new shirt, he 'll expect at himself through your dead body being pressed against this mirror."And as I said that, my fingerbreadth found her nipples still pressed to the mirror and started squeezing them. I was still fucking her, and I moved my head to the side of meat of her oral sex and closely whisper"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who 's the sexiest of them all ?"She turned her head to converge mine and our lips locked. Our knife were at war. Each time my cock invaded her dead body, her tongue invaded my sassing. Each time I pulled a trivial Milk from her dummy her tongue slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the turning point of my oculus, white streams of lactation running down the mirror. We 'd have to strip that up. Then I turned her around and leaned her back on the neighboring rampart. She was at a pitch and I once again slid my cock where every brother 's cock belongs and started pummeling away. Our tongues once again met in battle and this time when I milked her, it ran down her body and down her legs.
We kept this up for about two-and-a-half proceedings before I finally could hold myself no longer and released all I had into her significant pussy. I found myself on the story, trousering, and she was standing there doing the Saami. Cum was dripping down from her legs and milk was finishing its journey to her human foot and finally the level. We took a moment to catch our breath and then she proceeded to try on the remaining clothes. She eventually settled on one pair of denim and one shirt, so we returned the residue and picked out additional apparel like the ones she liked and headed home. Oh, and she was back to wearing her jeans she came in with. Apparently they fit better now .