`` Ron, can you come help me with this ? ``
My fourteen-year old sister was in a fertilisation room trying on some jean and shirts. She had to get some bigger apparel because her abdomen 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 cable she has seduced. It could also be that her horniness day in and day out got herself meaning and that what was growing in her was a clone of herself. son of a bitch, 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 prissy set of bouncy C-cup knocker before pregnancy and they would only get bigger as she grew up. Her pilus was a sorry Brown with natural soupcon of red streaked throughout and her face was without freckles. She was a fairly weedy girl as she was very active and had a heightened metabolism and her ass was pretty tip and sloshed too. Well, at least, all that was confessedly before she got knocked up. Her bosom had swollen a cup size and her venter had obviously protruded, making her ass a fiddling fatter too. It had also for some rationality made her hair hoy in color. Anyway, that 's my sister for you, unhinged things happening all the time.
'' What 's faulty ? '' I asked.
'' I 'm having trouble getting these dungaree on, '' she said.
'' Hold on. '' I took a peek around. No faculty was in the vicinity. I ducked into her medical dressing elbow room. It had a arse and a bait. The door stood off the ground by two metrical foot and the walls reached up to the ceiling. There were mirrors in the recession by which one could see completely around oneself. My sister was still wearing her black shirt which was getting a bit too loaded. She had compensated these past few weeks by cutting the V portion of her neckline to collapse 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 jean. They were too tight, or she was too big. `` It looks like you 'll induce to get orotund ones, '' I said.
'' But I like these ... '' she pouted. Actually, that was the problem. Ever since one of her booster told her about sex a class ago, she had been doing everything in her power to get attention from guys, including wearing tight-fitting clothing. But the problem with pregnancy is that she would stay fresh 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 save buying a twosome of blue jean for every week. Mom and Dad do n't have that money. Here. Put your old jean on and go get a twain of sizes up or something. ``
She looked at me with sad puppy-dog center. However, she obeyed and took off her trial run denim 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 aid, '' I said. I grabbed onto the rear belt ammunition loop and the front of the jeans and pulled up, brushing past her slit in the meantime.
'' I did ingest difficulty getting it on this morning, '' 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- sweats. '' I finally got it up, but the button looked like it could go flying off at any moment.
'' You know, that looks serious, '' she said, looking down at it.
'' Yeah ... '' I reluctantly agreed. `` Alright. design 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 await here for you, '' I said. `` Ca n't really go anywhere like this. '' nearly memory board do n't like it if you 're tool is showing. My sister smiled and left. While she was gone, I started moving my tool back and Forth in my hand, bored. Then I took gunstock 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 get 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 sac on her consistency. But she entered with four couplet of jeans and four shirts, all different sizes. `` 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 crime. '' She took off my denim and gave them back. I did n't put them on rightfulness 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 exercise, maybe you can lose what footling weight you have to get those blue jean on better. ``
'' 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 reluctance, she braced her manpower 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 uncompromising these bulwark are, so you 'd better not knock them down, '' she teased.
'' No promises. '' I slid my cock into her vagina and started fucking her. I began with easy rocks back and forth, taking seriously now her monition about the walls, but after about three mo of slowly thrusting in and out and seeing the walls stay firm I decided to quetch it up a pass. I went in and out a little faster but could see in the mirror my sister 's face was still bored. So I picked up a little More fastness and umph ! and could see her knocker starting to wiggle in response and she became only slightly interested.
The problem with fucking my sister is that ever since her friend had made her a woman of the street, she has had wad of occasions to do it. She was introduced by her friend 's first cousin and shortly afterwards did her acquaintance 's dad, has had a pair of male teacher and deal 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 desire to quid her. It 's the way she walks and lecture and frock and looks at you that screams `` I 'm a fertile, young woman, 14 years 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 dishful, the rest seem meh. That 's the way it seemed it was going for her. She has had some really salient fucking academic term, 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 tits and thorax against the mirror. I was careful to weight her forward so her belly 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 Saint Mark, and I whispered such in her ear. `` Now, whenever person changes in this room, they 'll be looking at our love. Each prison term a little female child endeavor on a new dress, she 'll attend at herself through our sex. Each time a hot guy comes to try on a new shirt, he 'll depend 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 psyche to the incline of her psyche and closely whispered `` Mirror, mirror, on the bulwark, who 's the sexiest of them all ? '' She turned her mind to meet mine and our lips locked. Our natural language were at war. Each time my tool invaded her torso, her tongue invaded my mouth. Each time I pulled a minuscule milk from her boobs her knife slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the street corner of my eyes, Theodore Harold White flow of lactation running down the mirror. We 'd give to clean that up. Then I turned her around and leaned her back on the neighboring wall. She was at a pitch and I once again slid my cock where every Brother 's cock belongs and started pummeling away. Our tongue 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 hold myself no longer and released all I had into her pregnant pussy. I found myself on the level, trousering, and she was standing there doing the Saame. Cum was dripping down from her branch and Milk River was finishing its journeying to her human foot and finally the level. We took a mo to catch our breath and then she proceeded to try on the remaining dress. She eventually settled on one duo of jeans and one shirt, so we returned the rest and picked out additional clothes like the I she liked and headed rest home. Oh, and she was back to wearing her jean she came in with. Apparently they fit better now .