`` Ron, can you come help oneself me with this ? ``
My fourteen-year old baby 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 pregnant. Who the father was, none of us knew. It could be me and it could be one of the many Guy she has seduced. It could also be that her hot pants day in and day out got herself meaning and that what was growing in her was a clon of herself. Shit, I hoped so. Despite being fourteen years old, Alicia was very good looking. She was 5'4 '' at her age, which is pretty tall, and had a Nice set of bouncy C-cup bosom before pregnancy and they would only get bigger as she grew up. Her hair was a dark John Brown with instinctive speck of red streaked throughout and her face was without freckles. She was a pretty skinny girl as she was very participating and had a heightened metabolism and her ass was pretty lean and tight too. Well, at least, all that was honest before she got knocked up. Her bosom 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 light in color. Anyway, that 's my sister for you, brainsick things happening all the time.
'' What 's wrong ? '' I asked.
'' I 'm having trouble getting these jeans on, '' she said.
'' Hold on. '' I took a peep around. No stave was in the vicinity. I ducked into her dressing way. It had a seat and a come-on. The door stood off the ground by two feet and the wall reached up to the roof. There were mirrors in the corners by which one could see completely around oneself. My sis was still wearing her lightlessness shirt which was getting a bit too tight. She had compensated these past few weeks by cutting the V fortune of her neckline to yield 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 jeans. They were too tight, or she was too big. `` It looks like you 'll feature to get larger ones, '' I said.
'' But I like these ... '' she pouted. Actually, that was the trouble. Ever since one of her supporter told her about sex a year ago, she had been doing everything in her power to get attention from cat, including wearing tight-fitting clothing. But the job with pregnancy is that she would keep on growing, and despite how sexy it was, she could n't go to shoal 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 workweek. Mom and Dad do n't ingest that money. Here. Put your old blue jean 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 single. But they got stuck too. `` Uh-oh, '' she said.
'' No, you could n't make grown that big in five minutes, '' I said. But despite that, her old blue jean 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 loop and the front line of the jeans and pulled up, brushing past her pussy in the meantime.
'' I did have difficultness getting it on this morning time, '' 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 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. programme B. ``
'' What 's that ? ``
'' I 'm bigger 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. '' almost stores do n't like it if you 're hammer is showing. My sis smiled and left. While she was gone, I started moving my cock back and Forth in my script, bored. Then I took origin of the elbow room. It was small, but it would be interesting to see if we could get away with sex in here. I would land 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 paint were in my air pocket on her eubstance. But she entered with four pairs of jeans and four shirts, all unlike sizes. `` I figured I 'd get them all and try them all so I would n't bear to hold open 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. ``
'' O.K., '' she said. She took off her shirt too.
'' I just figured that if we can get good exercise, maybe you can suffer what little weight you have to get those jeans on substantially. ``
'' My caring brother, doing every trivial thing for me, '' she smiled. `` So how do you wan na do it ? ``
'' Whatever 's more well-to-do for you. ``
After a consequence 's hesitation, she braced her hands against the walls on either incline of a recess mirror and leaned forward so her ass was facing me. `` I do n't know how sturdy these wall are, so you 'd better not criticize them down, '' she teased.
'' No hope. '' I slid my cock into her vagina and started fucking her. I began with boring rocks back and Forth, taking seriously now her warnings about the paries, but after about three instant of slowly thrusting in and out and seeing the walls stay hard I decided to give up it up a notch. I went in and out a little faster but could see in the mirror my sister 's grimace was still bored. So I picked up a little more speed and umph ! and could see her boobs starting to jiggle in answer and she became only slightly interested.
The trouble with fucking my baby is that ever since her friend had made her a whore, she has had plenty of occasions to bang. She was introduced by her acquaintance 's full cousin and shortly afterwards did her friend 's dad, has had a mates of male teachers and mass of amphetamine 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 pound sterling her. It 's the way she walks and talks and dresses and looks at you that screams `` I 'm a fertile, young cleaning lady, fourteen twelvemonth 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 dish, the rest seem meh. That 's the way it seemed it was going for her. She has had some really spectacular screw session, and this was not one of them. So she was bored. I had to step up the game.
I reached out and took her arms away from the wall and pressed her boob and chest against the mirror. I was careful to angle her forward so her belly did n't get squished. I think the frigidity of the mirror sent shivers through her organic structure, though that was not my intention. I intended for her to leave her grade, and I whispered such in her ear. `` Now, whenever person changes in this room, they 'll be looking at our erotic love. Each time a niggling missy effort on a new wearing apparel, she 'll look at herself through our sex. Each clock time a hot guy comes to try on a new shirt, he 'll wait at himself through your dead 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 point to the side of her header and closely whispered `` Mirror, mirror, on the paries, who 's the sexiest of them all ? '' She turned her brain to meet mine and our lips locked. Our spit were at war. Each meter my pecker invaded her body, her lingua invaded my mouth. Each clip I pulled a lilliputian milk from her breast her tongue slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the street corner of my middle, white current of suckling running down the mirror. We 'd have to clean that up. Then I turned her around and leaned her back on the neighboring rampart. She was at a slant and I once again slid my cock where every blood brother 's pecker belongs and started pummeling away. Our clapper once again met in fight and this time when I milked her, it ran down her consistency and down her legs.
We kept this up for about two-and-a-half minutes before I finally could hold myself no longer and released all I had into her significant pussy. I found myself on the level, heaving, and she was standing there doing the Lapplander. Cum was dripping down from her wooden leg and milk was finishing its journey to her feet and finally the trading floor. We took a minute to catch our breathing spell and then she proceeded to try on the remaining clothes. She eventually settled on one duet of denim and one shirt, so we returned the rest and picked out extra clothes like the one she liked and headed home. Oh, and she was back to wearing her jean she came in with. Apparently they fit better now .