`` Ron, can you come assist me with this ? ``
My fourteen-year old sis was in a dressing room trying on some denim and shirts. She had to get some fully grown clothes because her belly was growing. She was pregnant. Who the sire 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 horniness day in and day out got herself pregnant and that what was growing in her was a clone of herself. asshole, 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 brown with natural hints of red streaked throughout and her face was without freckle. She was a pretty cheeseparing girl as she was very active and had a heightened metabolism and her ass was passably lean and mingy too. Well, at to the lowest degree, all that was true before she got knocked up. Her titty had swollen a cup size of it and her paunch had obviously protruded, making her ass a little fatter too. It had also for some reason made her haircloth flatboat in color. Anyway, that 's my baby for you, crazy things happening all the time.
'' What 's wrong ? '' I asked.
'' I 'm having difficulty getting these dungaree on, '' she said.
'' Hold on. '' I took a peek around. No stave was in the neighborhood. I ducked into her dressing elbow room. It had a fanny and a hook. The door stood off the basis by two feet and the walls reached up to the ceiling. There were mirrors in the nook 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 portion 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 pregnant came with some costs.
I looked down at her dungaree. They were too tight, or she was too big. `` It looks like you 'll own to get larger I, '' I said.
'' But I like these ... '' she pouted. Actually, that was the job. Ever since one of her friends told her about sex a class ago, she had been doing everything in her baron to get attention from guy cable, including wearing tightly fitting clothing. But the problem with pregnancy is that she would hold back growing, and despite how aphrodisiac it was, she could n't go to school without pants.
'' Well, you 're just gon na have to deal with it, Ally. You ca n't keep buying a brace of blue jean for every week. Mom and Dad do n't have that money. Here. Put your old denim on and go get a duo of sizes up or something. ``
She looked at me with sad puppy-dog center. However, she obeyed and took off her trial denim and started putting back on her old 1. But they got stuck too. `` Uh-oh, '' she said.
'' No, you could n't throw grown that big in five minutes, '' I said. But despite that, her old 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 rearward belt loop and the front of the jeans and pulled up, brushing past her kitty in the meantime.
'' I did have difficulty getting it on this morn, '' 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- effort. '' 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. Plan B. ``
'' What 's that ? ``
'' I 'm big 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 fund 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 minor, 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 Florida key were in my pocket on her body. But she entered with four span of jeans and four shirts, all unlike sizes. `` 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 offensive. '' 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 good workout, maybe you can lose what little weight unit you have to get those dungaree on near. ``
'' My caring brother, doing every minuscule thing for me, '' she smiled. `` So how do you wan na do it ? ``
'' Whatever 's more comfortable for you. ``
After a moment 's disinclination, 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 walls are, so you 'd amend not ping them down, '' she teased.
'' No promises. '' I slid my shaft into her vagina and started fucking her. I began with decelerate rocks back and forth, taking seriously now her warning about the wall, but after about three minutes of slowly thrusting in and out and seeing the bulwark stay strong I decided to sound off it up a snick. 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 f number and umph ! and could see her boobs starting to jiggle in answer and she became only slightly interested.
The job with fucking my sister is that ever since her friend had made her a tart, she has had slew of occasions to fuck. She was introduced by her protagonist 's cousin and shortly afterwards did her Quaker 's dad, has had a couple of male teacher and plenty of speed 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 quid her. It 's the way she walks and public lecture and dresses and looks at you that screams `` I 'm a fertile, young woman, xiv old age of age who is not against sex. Just ask and I 'll probably say yes ! '' But the trouble with trying a thousand different foods is that once you find three or four really tasty dishes, the quietus seem meh. That 's the way it seemed it was going for her. She has had some really striking fucking academic 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 blazon away from the bulwark and pressed her knocker and chest against the mirror. I was careful to angle her forward so her belly did n't get squished. I think the coldness of the mirror sent tingle through her body, though that was not my purpose. I intended for her to go forth her mark, and I whispered such in her ear. `` Now, whenever someone changes in this elbow room, they 'll be looking at our love. Each clock time a little girlfriend tries on a new dress, she 'll search at herself through our sex. Each meter a hot guy comes to try on a new shirt, he 'll look at himself through your consistence being pressed against this mirror. '' And as I said that, my fingers found her tit still pressed to the mirror and started squeezing them. I was still fucking her, and I moved my head to the face of her head and closely whisper `` Mirror, mirror, on the rampart, who 's the sexiest of them all ? '' She turned her head to meet mine and our rim locked. Our spit were at war. Each prison term my cock invaded her body, her tongue invaded my oral cavity. Each time I pulled a piddling milk from her boobs her glossa slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the quoin of my middle, gabardine streams of lactation running down the mirror. We 'd have to clean that up. Then I turned her around and leaned her back on the neighboring bulwark. She was at a pitch and I once again slid my hammer where every brother 's tool belongs and started pummeling away. Our clapper once again met in battle and this sentence when I milked her, it ran down her body and down her legs.
We kept this up for about two-and-a-half transactions before I finally could prevail myself no longer and released all I had into her meaning cunt. 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 journeying to her human foot and finally the floor. We took a hour to captivate our breather and then she proceeded to try on the remaining clothes. She eventually settled on one pair of jean and one shirt, so we returned the rest and picked out additional wearing apparel like the ones she liked and headed home. Oh, and she was back to wearing her jeans she came in with. Apparently they fit better now .