`` Ron, can you number avail me with this ? ``
My fourteen-year old sister was in a dressing room trying on some denim and shirts. She had to get some bigger clothes because her belly was growing. She was significant. Who the father 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. Shit, I hoped so. Despite being 14 long time old, Alicia was very good looking. She was 5'4 '' at her age, which is pretty marvelous, and had a decent set of bouncy C-cup boob before pregnancy and they would only get fully grown as she grew up. Her hair was a dark brown with natural hints of red streaked throughout and her face was without lentigo. She was a pretty skinny girl as she was very active and had a heightened metamorphosis and her ass was moderately lean and cockeyed too. Well, at least, all that was true before she got knocked up. Her breasts had swollen a cup size and her belly had obviously protruded, making her ass a little fatter too. It had also for some reason made her haircloth lighter in color. Anyway, that 's my sister for you, crazy thing happening all the time.
'' What 's wrong ? '' I asked.
'' I 'm having difficulty getting these blue jean on, '' she said.
'' Hold on. '' I took a peep around. No staff was in the vicinity. I ducked into her stuffing room. It had a buns and a come-on. The room access stood off the ground by two feet 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 lightlessness shirt which was getting a bit too tight. She had compensated these past few weeks by cutting the V portion of her neckline to founder her a bit more 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 blue jean. They were too blind drunk, or she was too big. `` It looks like you 'll take in to get with child I, '' I said.
'' But I like these ... '' she pouted. Actually, that was the trouble. Ever since one of her booster told her about sex a year ago, she had been doing everything in her office to get care from guys, including wearing tight-fitting clothing. But the job with pregnancy is that she would keep growing, and despite how sexy it was, she could n't go to school without pants.
'' Well, you 're just gon na have to deal with it, friend. You ca n't keep buying a duet of dungaree for every 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 test dungaree 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 assist, '' I said. I grabbed onto the buttocks whang cringle and the straw man of the jeans and pulled up, brushing past her slit in the meantime.
'' I did cause difficulty getting it on this dawn, '' she said.
'' Well, '' I grunted, `` it 's a good- thing- you came- today to get jean. Tomorrow and you would've- had to wear- Mom's- lather. '' I finally got it up, but the release looked like it could go flying off at any moment.
'' You know, that looks unsafe, '' she said, looking down at it.
'' Yeah ... '' I reluctantly agreed. `` Alright. Plan B. ``
'' What 's that ? ``
'' I 'm bad than you. You wear my jeans. ``
'' okeh, '' 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 look here for you, '' I said. `` Ca n't really go anywhere like this. '' Most stores do n't like it if you 're cock is showing. My Sister smiled and left. While she was gone, I started moving my cock back and forth in my hand, bored. Then I took stock of the room. It was pocket-sized, 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 spell later when she did and I almost thought she 'd left without me, since my Francis Scott Key were in my pouch on her organic structure. But she entered with four pairs of jeans and four shirts, all different sizes. `` I figured I 'd get them all and try them all so I would n't stimulate to hold back going out looking like this. No criminal offense. '' She took off my jeans and gave them back. I did n't put them on right hand away, though.
'' None taken, '' I replied. `` Hey, wan na have sex ? ``
'' What, in here ? '' she asked. She looked around.
'' Yeah. ``
'' okey, '' she said. She took off her shirt too.
'' I just figured that if we can get undecomposed utilisation, maybe you can turn a loss what little weight unit you have to get those jeans on in effect. ``
'' My caring brother, doing every little thing for me, '' she smiled. `` So how do you wan na do it ? ``
'' Whatever 's more comfy for you. ``
After a bit 's vacillation, she braced her hands against the walls on either side of a corner mirror and leaned forward so her ass was facing me. `` I do n't screw how uncompromising these walls are, so you 'd meliorate not knock them down, '' she teased.
'' No hope. '' I slid my cock into her vagina and started fucking her. I began with dense rocks back and forth, taking seriously now her monition about the walls, but after about three minutes of slowly thrusting in and out and seeing the walls stay unattackable I decided to kick it up a notch. I went in and out a little faster but could see in the mirror my sister 's fount was still bored. So I picked up a little More speed and umph ! and could see her titty starting to jiggle in reception and she became only slightly interested.
The problem with fucking my sis is that ever since her Friend had made her a bawd, she has had plenty of social occasion to fuck. She was introduced by her friend 's cousin and shortly afterwards did her friend 's dad, has had a dyad of Male teacher 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 need to pound her. It 's the way she walks and talk of the town and dresses and looks at you that screams `` I 'm a fertile, Cy Young woman, fourteen old age 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 sweetheart, the rest seem meh. That 's the way it seemed it was going for her. She has had some really striking screwing sitting, and this was not one of them. So she was bored. I had to abuse up the game.
I reached out and took her branch away from the paries and pressed her titty and chest against the mirror. I was measured to tilt her forward so her abdomen did n't get squished. I think the coldness of the mirror sent shivers through her body, though that was not my intention. I intended for her to leave her marking, and I whispered such in her ear. `` Now, whenever individual changes in this room, they 'll be looking at our love. Each time a little girl endeavor 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 appear at himself through your eubstance being pressed against this mirror. '' And as I said that, my fingerbreadth found her mammilla still pressed to the mirror and started squeezing them. I was still fucking her, and I moved my nous to the slope of her fountainhead and closely whispered `` Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who 's the sexiest of them all ? '' She turned her headland to meet mine and our back talk locked. Our clapper were at war. Each clip my putz invaded her body, her tongue invaded my back talk. Each time I pulled a footling milk from her bosom her tongue slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the recess of my eyes, white streams of lactation running down the mirror. We 'd accept to clean that up. Then I turned her around and leaned her back on the neighboring wall. She was at a slant and I once again slue my hammer where every brother 's tool belongs and started pummeling away. Our tongues once again met in battle and this metre when I milked her, it ran down her body and down her legs.
We kept this up for about two-and-a-half minute of arc before I finally could hold myself no longer and released all I had into her pregnant pussy. I found myself on the floor, panting, and she was standing there doing the same. Cum was dripping down from her legs and milk was finishing its journey to her feet and finally the floor. We took a arcminute to becharm our breath and then she proceeded to try on the remaining dress. She eventually settled on one pair of denim and one shirt, so we returned the rest and picked out additional wearing apparel like the ones she liked and headed plate. Oh, and she was back to wearing her jeans she came in with. Apparently they fit better now .