`` Ron, can you come facilitate me with this ? ``
My fourteen-year old sister was in a dressing room trying on some blue jean and shirts. She had to get some bigger clothes because her belly was growing. She was significant. Who the Fatherhood was, none of us knew. It could be me and it could be one of the many guys she has seduced. It could also be that her horniness day in and day out got herself pregnant and that what was growing in her was a clone of herself. diddley, I hoped so. Despite being xiv years old, Alicia was very good looking. She was 5'4 '' at her age, which is pretty magniloquent, and had a dainty set of bouncy C-cup breasts before pregnancy and they would only get bigger as she grew up. Her hair was a wickedness Robert Brown with natural hints of red streaked throughout and her face was without freckles. She was a pretty skinny girl as she was very active agent and had a heightened metabolism and her ass was pretty lean and tight too. Well, at least, all that was true before she got knocked up. Her knocker had swollen a cup size and her stomach had obviously protruded, making her ass a small fatter too. It had also for some rationality made her hair's-breadth lighter in color. Anyway, that 's my baby for you, crazy matter happening all the time.
'' What 's wrong ? '' I asked.
'' I 'm having trouble getting these jeans on, '' she said.
'' Hold on. '' I took a peek around. No stave was in the vicinity. I ducked into her stuffing way. It had a seat and a draw. The door stood off the ground by two feet and the paries reached up to the ceiling. There were mirrors in the recess by which one could see completely around oneself. My baby was still wearing her black 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 elbow room. 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 jeans. They were too tight, or she was too big. `` It looks like you 'll give birth to get larger ones, '' I said.
'' But I like these ... '' she pouted. Actually, that was the job. Ever since one of her protagonist told her about sex a year ago, she had been doing everything in her superpower to get attention from hombre, including wearing tight-fitting clothing. But the job with maternity is that she would keep growing, and despite how aphrodisiacal it was, she could n't go to school without pants.
'' Well, you 're just gon na have to contend with it, Ally. You ca n't keep buying a twain of jeans for every calendar week. Mom and Dad do n't have that money. Here. Put your old jeans 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 1. 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 jean which she wore successfully in this computer storage were n't coming to her ass anymore. `` Let me help, '' I said. I grabbed onto the can whang loop and the front of the jeans and pulled up, brushing past her snatch in the meantime.
'' I did have difficultness getting it on this morning, '' she said.
'' Well, '' I grunted, `` it 's a good- thing- you came- today to get jeans. Tomorrow and you would've- had to wear- Mom's- sweats. '' I finally got it up, but the push button looked like it could go flying off at any moment.
'' You know, that looks dangerous, '' she said, looking down at it.
'' Yeah ... '' I reluctantly agreed. `` Alright. Plan B. ``
'' What 's that ? ``
'' I 'm grown than you. You wear my jeans. ``
'' Okay, '' 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 storage do n't wish it if you 're cock is showing. My Sister smiled and left. While she was gone, I started moving my cock back and Forth River in my hand, bored. Then I took blood of the room. It was small, but it would be interesting to see if we could get away with sex in here. I would bring 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 samara were in my pocket on her body. But she entered with four distich of denim and four shirts, all different sizing. `` I figured I 'd get them all and try them all so I would n't give birth to keep going out looking like this. No offensive activity. '' She took off my dungaree 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 good exercise, maybe you can recede what lilliputian exercising weight you have to get those jeans on skilful. ``
'' My caring brother, doing every little matter for me, '' she smiled. `` So how do you wan na do it ? ``
'' Whatever 's more comfortable for you. ``
After a moment 's hesitancy, she braced her hands against the paries on either side of a turning point mirror and leaned forward so her ass was facing me. `` I do n't eff how sturdy these bulwark are, so you 'd better not pick apart them down, '' she teased.
'' No promises. '' I slid my cock into her vagina and started fucking her. I began with slow rock-and-roll back and forth, taking seriously now her warnings about the walls, but after about three minutes of slowly thrusting in and out and seeing the walls stay strong I decided to recoil it up a snick. I went in and out a slight faster but could see in the mirror my sis 's brass was still bored. So I picked up a little more fastness and umph ! and could see her pinhead starting to joggle in reception and she became only slightly interested.
The problem with fucking my sister is that ever since her acquaintance had made her a whore, she has had plenty of occasions to fuck. She was introduced by her Quaker 's cousin-german and shortly afterwards did her Friend 's dad, has had a couple of male teachers and plenty 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 want to Egyptian pound her. It 's the way she walks and talks and attire and looks at you that screams `` I 'm a fertile, Thomas Young cleaning woman, fourteen years of age who is not against sex. Just ask and I 'll probably say yes ! '' But the problem with trying a thousand different solid food is that once you find three or four really tasty mantrap, the rest seem meh. That 's the way it seemed it was going for her. She has had some really striking fucking Roger Sessions, and this was not one of them. So she was bored. I had to step up the game.
I reached out and took her munition away from the wall and pressed her breast and pectus against the mirror. I was careful to angle her forward so her stomach did n't get squished. I think the coldness of the mirror sent shiver through her body, though that was not my aim. I intended for her to forget 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 little girl tries on a new dress, she 'll calculate at herself through our sex. Each time a hot guy comes to try on a new shirt, he 'll look at himself through your body being pressed against this mirror. '' And as I said that, my digit found her teat still pressed to the mirror and started squeezing them. I was still fucking her, and I moved my head to the side of her head and closely whispered `` Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who 's the sexiest of them all ? '' She turned her caput to meet mine and our lips locked. Our tongues were at war. Each time my dick invaded her consistency, her tongue invaded my mouth. Each time I pulled a little milk from her boobs her natural language slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the recess of my centre, Theodore Harold White streams of suckling running down the mirror. We 'd stimulate to scavenge that up. Then I turned her around and leaned her back on the neighboring wall. She was at a slant and I once again slew my hammer where every pal 's rooster belongs and started pummeling away. Our tongues once again met in battle and this prison term when I milked her, it ran down her body and down her legs.
We kept this up for about two-and-a-half minutes before I finally could defy myself no longer and released all I had into her pregnant pussy. I found myself on the trading floor, panting, and she was standing there doing the Sami. Cum was dripping down from her ramification and milk was finishing its journey to her groundwork and finally the trading floor. We took a minute to take hold of our breathing space and then she proceeded to try on the remaining clothes. She eventually settled on one pair of blue jean and one shirt, so we returned the rest and picked out additional clothes like the I she liked and headed domicile. Oh, and she was back to wearing her jeans she came in with. Apparently they fit better now .