“ 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 bigger 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 guy cable she had seduced. It could also be that her hot pants day in and day out got herself fraught and that what was growing in her was a clone of herself. Shit, I hoped so. Despite being xiv eld old, Alicia was very good looking. She was 5'4"at her age, which is pretty improbable, 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 glum brown with natural hints of red streaked throughout and her face was without lentigo. She was a fairly tight-fitting 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 true before she got knocked up. Her chest had swollen a cup size and her belly had obviously protruded, making her ass a small fatter too. It had also for some rationality made her hair lighter in color. Anyway, that 's my sister for you, crazy 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 staff was in the locality. I ducked into her dressing room. It had a seat and a hook. The door stood off the terra firma by two feet and the wall reached up to the roof. There were mirrors in the turning point by which one could see completely around oneself. My sister was still wearing her pitch-black shirt which was getting a bit too compressed. She had compensated these past few calendar week by cutting the V fate of her neckline to give her a bit more elbow 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 blue jean. They were too rigorous, or she was too big."It looks like you 'll have to get expectant ones,"I said.
"But I like these ..."she pouted. Actually, that was the trouble. Ever since one of her acquaintance told her about sex a class ago, she had been doing everything in her power to get aid from guys, including wearing tight-fitting clothing. But the problem with pregnancy is that she would keep 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 observe buying a yoke of jeans for every workweek. Mom and Dad do n't cause 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 eyes. However, she obeyed and took off her trial jeans and started putting back on her old one. 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 serve,"I said. I grabbed onto the rear bash loop-the-loop and the front of the jeans and pulled up, brushing past her pussy in the meantime.
"I did have difficulty getting it on this good morning,"she said.
"fountainhead,"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 button 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 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."well-nigh store do n't like it if you 're prick is showing. My sister smiled and left. While she was gone, I started moving my shaft back and forth in my helping hand, bored. Then I took stock of the way. It was small, but it would be occupy to see if we could get away with sex in here. I would bring that up when she came back.
It was a piece later when she did and I almost thought she 'd left without me, since my keys were in my pocket on her body. But she entered with four pairs of jeans and four shirts, all different sizing."I figured I 'd get them all and try them all so I would n't have to retain going out looking like this. No offense."She took off my denim 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 skillful exercise, maybe you can lose what little weight you have to get those jeans on better."
"My caring brother, doing every slight affair for me,"she smiled."So how do you wan na do it ?"
"Whatever 's more comfortable for you."
After a moment 's wavering, she braced her custody against the walls on either side of a corner mirror and leaned forward so her ass was facing me."I do n't get it on how stalwart these rampart are, so you 'd better not pink them down,"she teased.
"No promises."I slid my cock into her vagina and started fucking her. I began with slow down rock 'n' roll back and Forth River, taking seriously now her warnings about the rampart, but after about three minutes of slowly thrusting in and out and seeing the walls stay strong I decided to complain it up a notch. I went in and out a little faster but could see in the mirror my sis 's nerve was still bored. So I picked up a little more speed and umph ! and could see her boobs starting to wiggle in reply and she became only slightly interested.
The trouble with fucking my babe is that ever since her friend had made her a woman of the street, she has had plenty of social occasion to make out. She was introduced by her Quaker 's cousin and shortly afterwards did her protagonist 's dad, has had a couple of male teachers and plenty 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 dog pound her. It 's the way she walks and talks and wearing apparel and looks at you that screams"I 'm a fertile, Cy Young adult female, fourteen year of age who is not against sex. Just ask and I 'll probably say yes !"But the problem with trying a thousand unlike foods is that once you find three or four really tasty dish antenna, the rest seem meh. That 's the way it seemed it was going for her. She has had some really spectacular fucking seance, and this was not one of them. So she was bored. I had to mistreat up the game.
I reached out and took her arm away from the wall and pressed her titmouse and chest against the mirror. I was careful to tilt her forward so her venter did n't get squished. I think the iciness of the mirror sent shivers through her body, 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 love. Each time a little girl tries on a new wearing apparel, she 'll front at herself through our sex. Each time a hot guy comes to try on a new shirt, he 'll look at himself through your body being pressed against this mirror."And as I said that, my fingers found her mammilla still pressed to the mirror and started squeezing them. I was still fucking her, and I moved my capitulum to the English of her head teacher and closely whispered"Mirror, mirror, on the bulwark, who 's the sexiest of them all ?"She turned her head to fulfil mine and our rim locked. Our tongues were at war. Each time my cock invaded her trunk, her glossa invaded my mouth. Each time I pulled a little Milk from her boobs her tongue slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the corner of my optic, white stream of lactation running down the mirror. We 'd accept to clean that up. Then I turned her around and leaned her back on the neighboring paries. She was at a slant and I once again slither my cock where every brother 's prick belongs and started pummeling away. Our lingua once again met in conflict 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 hour before I finally could hold myself no longer and released all I had into her pregnant pussycat. I found myself on the floor, trousering, and she was standing there doing the same. Cum was dripping down from her legs and milk was finishing its journeying to her feet and finally the floor. We took a minute to catch our breath and then she proceeded to try on the remaining clothes. She eventually settled on one dyad of jeans and one shirt, so we returned the residual and picked out additional clothes like the I she liked and headed base. Oh, and she was back to wearing her jeans she came in with. Apparently they fit better now .