`` Ron, can you come help me with this ? ``
My fourteen-year old sister was in a dressing elbow room trying on some jeans and shirts. She had to get some bad wearing apparel 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 guys she has seduced. It could also be that her horniness day in and day out got herself significant and that what was growing in her was a clon of herself. prick, I hoped so. Despite being xiv years old, Alicia was very unspoiled looking. She was 5'4 '' at her age, which is pretty grandiloquent, and had a nice set of bouncy C-cup titty before gestation and they would only get bigger as she grew up. Her hair was a moody brown with natural hints of red streaked throughout and her face was without freckles. She was a pretty skinny missy as she was very active and had a heightened metabolism and her ass was fairly lean and tight too. Well, at to the lowest degree, all that was avowedly before she got knocked up. Her white meat 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 lighter in color. Anyway, that 's my sister for you, mad things happening all the time.
'' What 's wrong ? '' I asked.
'' I 'm having difficulty getting these jeans on, '' she said.
'' Hold on. '' I took a peek around. No staff was in the neighborhood. I ducked into her dressing room. It had a seat and a hook. The door stood off the basis by two feet and the walls reached up to the cap. There were mirrors in the corner by which one could see completely around oneself. My sister was still wearing her sinister shirt which was getting a bit too tight. She had compensated these past few workweek by cutting the V part 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 jeans. They were too tight, or she was too big. `` It looks like you 'll have to get larger single, '' I said.
'' But I like these ... '' she pouted. Actually, that was the trouble. Ever since one of her protagonist told her about sex a year ago, she had been doing everything in her power to get attention from guys, including wearing tightly 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 school without pants.
'' Well, you 're just gon na have to deal with it, ally. You ca n't keep buying a pair of jean for every hebdomad. Mom and Dad do n't have that money. Here. Put your old dungaree 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 denim and started putting back on her old 1. But they got stuck too. `` Uh-oh, '' she said.
'' No, you could n't feature grown that big in five minutes, '' I said. But despite that, her old dungaree which she wore successfully in this store were n't coming to her ass anymore. `` Let me help, '' I said. I grabbed onto the prat whack iteration and the straw man of the jeans and pulled up, brushing past her kitty in the meantime.
'' I did have got difficultness getting it on this forenoon, '' 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- stew. '' 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. program B. ``
'' What 's that ? ``
'' I 'm bigger than you. You wear my jean. ``
'' 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 expect here for you, '' I said. `` Ca n't really go anywhere like this. '' Most computer memory do n't wish it if you 're cock is showing. My sister smiled and left. While she was gone, I started moving my cock back and Forth River in my hired man, bored. Then I took fund 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 bring 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 pocket on her trunk. But she entered with four distich of denim and four shirts, all different size. `` 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 law-breaking. '' She took off my dungaree 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. ``
'' OK, '' she said. She took off her shirt too.
'' I just figured that if we can get good exercise, maybe you can lose what little weight unit you have to get those jeans on considerably. ``
'' My caring brother, doing every little thing for me, '' she smiled. `` So how do you wan na do it ? ``
'' Whatever 's more well-off for you. ``
After a moment 's reluctance, she braced her hands against the paries on either side of meat of a box mirror and leaned forward so her ass was facing me. `` I do n't cognize how sturdy these walls 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 admonition about the paries, but after about three minutes of slowly thrusting in and out and seeing the paries stay impregnable I decided to kick it up a notch. 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 Thomas More speed and umph ! and could see her boobs starting to jiggle in reply and she became only slightly interested.
The problem with fucking my sister is that ever since her friend had made her a whore, she has had peck of occasions to fuck. She was introduced by her friend 's cousin and shortly afterwards did her friend 's dad, has had a couple of male teachers and plenty of upper classmen take her on. The affair is, she does n't ask nor beg for sex. She IS sex. To be around her is to desire to pound her. It 's the way she walks and talk of the town and dress and looks at you that screams `` I 'm a fertile, offspring woman, fourteen long time 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 dishes, the rest seem meh. That 's the way it seemed it was going for her. She has had some really dramatic nooky 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 blazon away from the paries and pressed her tits 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 shudder through her body, though that was not my intention. I intended for her to result her St. Mark, and I whispered such in her ear. `` Now, whenever someone changes in this way, they 'll be looking at our love. Each time a little little girl try 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 look 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 point to meet mine and our back talk locked. Our glossa were at war. Each time my cock invaded her dead body, her tongue invaded my mouth. Each sentence I pulled a little Milk River from her bosom her tongue slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the corner of my middle, white flow of lactation running down the mirror. We 'd have got to houseclean that up. Then I turned her around and leaned her back on the neighboring wall. She was at a slant and I once again skid my tool where every comrade '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 bit before I finally could hold myself no longer and released all I had into her pregnant pussy. I found myself on the base, panting, 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 twosome of jean and one shirt, so we returned the rest and picked out additional clothes like the I she liked and headed home. Oh, and she was back to wearing her jeans she came in with. Apparently they fit better now .