`` Ron, can you come help me with this ? ``
My fourteen-year old babe was in a stuffing way trying on some dungaree and shirts. She had to get some magnanimous clothes because her belly was growing. She was pregnant. Who the Father-God was, none of us knew. It could be me and it could be one of the many hombre she has seduced. It could also be that her hotness 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 fourteen long time old, Alicia was very good looking. She was 5'4 '' at her age, which is pretty magniloquent, 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 face was without freckles. She was a passably tight-fitting girl as she was very active voice and had a heightened metabolism and her ass was pretty tend and soused too. Well, at least, all that was true before she got knocked up. Her breasts had swollen a cup size of it and her belly had obviously protruded, making her ass a footling fatter too. It had also for some grounds made her haircloth flatboat in color. Anyway, that 's my sister for you, crazy matter happening all the time.
'' What 's wrong ? '' I asked.
'' I 'm having bother getting these jeans on, '' she said.
'' Hold on. '' I took a peek around. No stave was in the vicinity. I ducked into her bandaging room. It had a seat and a hook. The doorway stood off the ground by two foundation and the walls reached up to the cap. There were mirrors in the corners by which one could see completely around oneself. My sister was still wearing her black shirt which was getting a bit too taut. She had compensated these past few calendar week by cutting the V serving of her neckline to give her a bit more room. It was her favorite shirt and she hated having to put it away, but she was learning that being fraught came with some costs.
I looked down at her jean. They were too tight, or she was too big. `` It looks like you 'll accept to get bombastic ones, '' I said.
'' But I like these ... '' she pouted. Actually, that was the problem. Ever since one of her admirer told her about sex a yr ago, she had been doing everything in her power to get attention from Guy, including wearing tightfitting clothing. But the problem with gestation is that she would keep growing, and despite how sexy it was, she could n't go to schoolhouse without pants.
'' Well, you 're just gon na have to plow with it, friend. You ca n't keep open buying a pair of denim for every week. Mom and Dad do n't receive that money. Here. Put your old jean on and go get a span of sizes up or something. ``
She looked at me with sad puppy-dog eyes. However, she obeyed and took off her trial jean and started putting back on her old single. But they got stuck too. `` Uh-oh, '' she said.
'' No, you could n't have got grown that big in five bit, '' I said. But despite that, her old dungaree which she wore successfully in this computer storage were n't coming to her ass anymore. `` Let me avail, '' I said. I grabbed onto the set up belt loop and the front of the jeans 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- perspiration. '' 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. Plan B. ``
'' What 's that ? ``
'' I 'm bigger than you. You wear my blue jean. ``
'' 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 look here for you, '' I said. `` Ca n't really go anywhere like this. '' nigh depot 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 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 keys were in my pocket on her torso. But she entered with four pairs of blue jean and four shirts, all different size of it. `` I figured I 'd get them all and try them all so I would n't have to keep going out looking like this. No offense. '' She took off my blue jean and gave them back. I did n't put them on right wing away, though.
'' None taken, '' I replied. `` Hey, wan na have sex ? ``
'' What, in here ? '' she asked. She looked around.
'' Yeah. ``
'' okeh, '' she said. She took off her shirt too.
'' I just figured that if we can get good usage, maybe you can turn a loss what little weightiness you have to get those jeans on beneficial. ``
'' My caring brother, doing every footling thing for me, '' she smiled. `` So how do you wan na do it ? ``
'' Whatever 's more comfortable for you. ``
After a moment 's hesitation, 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 know how sturdy these rampart are, so you 'd better not knock them down, '' she teased.
'' No hope. '' I slid my cock into her vagina and started fucking her. I began with dense Rock back and Forth River, taking seriously now her warnings about the paries, but after about three minute of slowly thrusting in and out and seeing the walls stay potent I decided to complain it up a pass. I went in and out a little faster but could see in the mirror my babe 's face was still bored. So I picked up a little more speeding and umph ! and could see her boobs starting to jiggle in response and she became only slightly interested.
The problem with fucking my sis is that ever since her admirer had made her a whore, she has had plenty of occasions to fuck. She was introduced by her Quaker 's cousin and shortly afterwards did her friend 's dad, has had a couple of male instructor and mess 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 dog pound her. It 's the way she walks and talk of the town and wearing apparel and looks at you that screams `` I 'm a fertile, youth charwoman, fourteen eld of age who is not against sex. Just ask and I 'll probably say yes ! '' But the problem with trying a thousand different foods is that once you find three or four really tasty beauty, the residue seem meh. That 's the way it seemed it was going for her. She has had some really outstanding fucking sessions, and this was not one of them. So she was bored. I had to tread up the game.
I reached out and took her arms away from the bulwark and pressed her tits and chest against the mirror. I was careful to angle her forward so her venter did n't get squished. I think the chilliness of the mirror sent shivers through her organic structure, though that was not my intention. I intended for her to leave her mark, and I whispered such in her ear. `` Now, whenever individual changes in this way, they 'll be looking at our love. Each meter a trivial girl tries on a new dress, she 'll await at herself through our sex. Each clip a hot guy comes to try on a new shirt, he 'll seem at himself through your body being pressed against this mirror. '' And as I said that, my fingers 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 her promontory and closely whispered `` Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who 's the sexiest of them all ? '' She turned her caput to meet mine and our rim locked. Our lingua were at war. Each time my cock invaded her body, her tongue invaded my mouth. Each time I pulled a slight milk from her boobs her tongue slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the street corner of my middle, white flow of lactation running down the mirror. We 'd have 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 slue my cock where every brother 's cock belongs and started pummeling away. Our glossa once again met in struggle 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 moment 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 peg and milk was finishing its journeying to her ft and finally the story. We took a minute to fascinate our breathing time and then she proceeded to try on the remaining clothes. She eventually settled on one couple of jeans and one shirt, so we returned the quietus and picked out additional dress like the ones she liked and headed habitation. Oh, and she was back to wearing her jean she came in with. Apparently they fit better now .