“ Ron, can you come help 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 gravid 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 guy wire she had 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. Shit, I hoped so. Despite being fourteen years old, Alicia was very expert looking. She was 5'4"at her age, which is pretty tall, and had a nice set of bouncy C-cup breasts before pregnancy and they would only get bigger as she grew up. Her whisker was a dark brown with lifelike hints of red streaked throughout and her face was without lentigo. She was a fairly skinny girl as she was very active and had a heightened metabolism and her ass was passably lean and loaded too. Well, at least, all that was true before she got knocked up. Her boob 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 hair igniter in coloring material. Anyway, that 's my babe for you, crazy thing happening all the time.
"What 's wrong ?"I asked.
"I 'm having trouble getting these dungaree on,"she said.
"Hold on."I took a peek around. No staff was in the vicinity. I ducked into her dressing way. It had a seat and a hook. The room access stood off the dry land by two infantry and the bulwark 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 tight. She had compensated these past few weeks by cutting the V serving of her neckline to open her a bit more elbow room. It was her favored shirt and she hated having to put it away, but she was learning that being significant came with some costs.
I looked down at her jeans. They were too tight, or she was too big."It looks like you 'll have to get heavy 1,"I said.
"But I like these ..."she pouted. Actually, that was the problem. Ever since one of her friends told her about sex a year ago, she had been doing everything in her king to get attending from bozo, including wearing tight-fitting clothing. But the problem with pregnancy is that she would keep growing, and despite how sexy it was, she could n't go to schooltime without pants.
"wellspring, you 're just gon na have to deal with it, friend. You ca n't keep buying a brace of denim for every workweek. 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 middle. However, she obeyed and took off her trial jeans and started putting back on her old ones. But they got stuck too."Uh-oh,"she said.
"No, you could n't deliver grown that big in five minutes,"I said. But despite that, her old jeans which she wore successfully in this computer storage were n't coming to her ass anymore."Let me assist,"I said. I grabbed onto the rear whang loop and the front man of the dungaree and pulled up, brushing past her twat 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 blue jean. 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 life-threatening,"she said, looking down at it.
"Yeah ..."I reluctantly agreed."Alright. Plan 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."Most stores do n't like it if you 're putz 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 lowly, but it would be occupy to see if we could get away with sex in here. I would institute 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 air pocket on her physical 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 have to hold 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."
"Okay,"she said. She took off her shirt too.
"I just figured that if we can get safe practice, maybe you can drop off what little weight you have to get those jeans on better."
"My caring brother, doing every little affair 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 wall on either slope of a recess mirror and leaned forward so her ass was facing me."I do n't know how sturdy these bulwark are, so you 'd break not knock them down,"she teased.
"No promises."I slid my shaft into her vagina and started fucking her. I began with dull rocks back and Forth River, taking seriously now her word of advice about the paries, but after about three min of slowly thrusting in and out and seeing the walls stay strong I decided to kick it up a notch. I went in and out a little faster but could see in the mirror my sis 's expression was still bored. So I picked up a little more pep pill and umph ! and could see her boobs starting to wiggle in response and she became only slightly interested.
The problem with fucking my baby is that ever since her protagonist had made her a cyprian, she has had plenty of affair to fuck. She was introduced by her friend 's first cousin and shortly afterwards did her admirer '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 Syrian pound her. It 's the way she walks and talks and frock and looks at you that screams"I 'm a fertile, young woman, fourteen years of age who is not against sex. Just ask and I 'll probably say yes !"But the trouble with trying a thousand different nutrient is that once you find three or four really tasty dishes, the rest seem meh. That 's the way it seemed it was going for her. She has had some really dramatic fucking Roger Huntington 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 arm away from the wall and pressed her knocker and chest against the mirror. I was careful to angle her forward so her venter did n't get squished. I think the frigidness of the mirror sent chill through her organic structure, though that was not my intention. I intended for her to get out her mark, and I whispered such in her ear."Now, whenever soul changes in this room, they 'll be looking at our sexual love. Each time a little girl tries on a new dress, she 'll look at herself through our sex. Each time a hot guy comes to try on a new shirt, he 'll appear 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 head and closely whispered"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who 's the sexiest of them all ?"She turned her head to meet mine and our sassing locked. Our tongues were at war. Each sentence my peter invaded her torso, her glossa invaded my sass. Each clock time I pulled a footling milk from her breast her spit slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the box of my eyes, white streams 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 wall. She was at a slant and I once again slip my rooster where every brother 's cock belongs and started pummeling away. Our tongues once again met in battle and this fourth dimension 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 defend myself no longer and released all I had into her pregnant pussycat. I found myself on the floor, panting, and she was standing there doing the Lapplander. Cum was dripping down from her legs and milk was finishing its journeying to her infantry and finally the 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 brace of dungaree and one shirt, so we returned the rest and picked out extra clothes like the ones she liked and headed household. Oh, and she was back to wearing her jeans she came in with. Apparently they fit better now .