`` Ron, can you hail avail me with this ? ``
My fourteen-year old sister was in a fertilisation room trying on some dungaree and shirts. She had to get some bigger 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 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. Shit, I hoped so. Despite being 14 days old, Alicia was very sound looking. She was 5'4 '' at her age, which is pretty tall, and had a overnice set of bouncy C-cup breasts before pregnancy and they would only get bigger as she grew up. Her whisker was a dark brownness with natural hints of red streaked throughout and her face was without lentigo. She was a pretty skinny girl as she was very active and had a heightened metabolism and her ass was pretty lean and miserly too. Well, at least, all that was true before she got knocked up. Her breasts had swollen a cup sizing and her belly had obviously protruded, making her ass a fiddling fatter too. It had also for some reason made her hair's-breadth lighter in color. Anyway, that 's my sister for you, crazy thing happening all the time.
'' What 's wrongfulness ? '' I asked.
'' I 'm having trouble getting these jeans on, '' she said.
'' Hold on. '' I took a peek around. No staff was in the vicinity. I ducked into her dressing room. It had a tush and a hook. The doorway stood off the solid ground by two pes and the rampart reached up to the ceiling. There were mirrors in the corners by which one could see completely around oneself. My baby was still wearing her black shirt which was getting a bit too tight. She had compensated these past few hebdomad 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 crocked, or she was too big. `` It looks like you 'll have to get enceinte ones, '' I said.
'' But I like these ... '' she pouted. Actually, that was the job. Ever since one of her friend told her about sex a class ago, she had been doing everything in her king to get attention from guys, including wearing tight-fitting clothing. But the problem with maternity 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 go on buying a twain of jeans for every calendar week. Mom and Dad do n't have that money. Here. Put your old jeans on and go get a couplet of sizes up or something. ``
She looked at me with sad puppy-dog optic. 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 consume grown that big in five minutes, '' I said. But despite that, her old jean which she wore successfully in this depot were n't coming to her ass anymore. `` Let me assist, '' I said. I grabbed onto the rear swath loop and the front of the jeans and pulled up, brushing past her pussy in the meantime.
'' I did feature difficultness getting it on this morning, '' 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- swither. '' 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. design B. ``
'' What 's that ? ``
'' I 'm gravid than you. You wear my dungaree. ``
'' 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 waitress here for you, '' I said. `` Ca n't really go anywhere like this. '' to the highest degree memory do n't like it if you 're rooster is showing. My Sister smiled and left. While she was gone, I started moving my dick back and Forth in my mitt, bored. Then I took stock of the room. 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 while later when she did and I almost thought she 'd left without me, since my paint were in my air pocket on her trunk. But she entered with four duo 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 open 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. ``
'' okey, '' she said. She took off her shirt too.
'' I just figured that if we can get in effect exercise, maybe you can lose what minuscule free weight you have to get those denim on better. ``
'' My caring brother, doing every little thing for me, '' she smiled. `` So how do you wan na do it ? ``
'' Whatever 's more comfortable for you. ``
After a second 's vacillation, she braced her hands against the bulwark on either side of a niche mirror and leaned forward so her ass was facing me. `` I do n't know how sturdy these walls are, so you 'd improve not strike hard them down, '' she teased.
'' No hope. '' I slid my hammer into her vagina and started fucking her. I began with dim rock and roll back and forth, taking seriously now her word of advice about the rampart, but after about three minutes of slowly thrusting in and out and seeing the wall stay solid I decided to kick 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 hurrying and umph ! and could see her bosom starting to joggle in response and she became only slightly interested.
The problem with fucking my sister is that ever since her Friend had made her a bawd, she has had hatful of occasions to fuck. She was introduced by her friend 's cousin-german and shortly afterwards did her friend 's dad, has had a couple of male teachers and plenty of pep pill 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 want to pound her. It 's the way she walks and talking and dresses and looks at you that screams `` I 'm a fertile, offspring cleaning woman, fourteen years of age who is not against sex. Just ask and I 'll probably say yes ! '' But the problem with trying a thousand different solid food is that once you find three or four really tasty beauty, the relief seem meh. That 's the way it seemed it was going for her. She has had some really spectacular ass 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 arms away from the wall and pressed her tits and chest of drawers against the mirror. I was careful to tip her forward so her abdomen did n't get squished. I think the coldness of the mirror sent shivers through her physical structure, though that was not my intention. I intended for her to lead her mark, and I whispered such in her ear. `` Now, whenever someone changes in this room, they 'll be looking at our passion. Each time a footling fille tries on a new attire, she 'll count 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 teat 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 rampart, who 's the sexiest of them all ? '' She turned her head to encounter mine and our back talk locked. Our clapper were at war. Each time my cock invaded her body, her tongue invaded my sass. Each clip I pulled a picayune Milk from her booby her spit slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the corner of my heart, flannel streams of lactation running down the mirror. We 'd have to houseclean that up. Then I turned her around and leaned her back on the neighboring wall. She was at a rake and I once again slue my cock where every crony 's peter belongs and started pummeling away. Our tongues once again met in conflict and this fourth dimension when I milked her, it ran down her trunk and down her legs.
We kept this up for about two-and-a-half instant before I finally could confine myself no longer and released all I had into her pregnant pussy. 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 trading floor. We took a second to catch our breath and then she proceeded to try on the remaining clothes. She eventually settled on one pair of denim and one shirt, so we returned the rest and picked out additional dress like the single she liked and headed home. Oh, and she was back to wearing her jeans she came in with. Apparently they fit better now .