`` Ron, can you hail assist me with this ? ``
My fourteen-year old Sister was in a dressing room trying on some jean and shirts. She had to get some cock-a-hoop clothes because her belly was growing. She was fraught. Who the father was, none of us knew. It could be me and it could be one of the many guy wire 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 dead ringer of herself. son of a bitch, I hoped so. Despite being 14 yr old, Alicia was very good looking. She was 5'4 '' at her age, which is pretty grandiloquent, and had a nice set of bouncy C-cup chest before pregnancy and they would only get larger as she grew up. Her whisker was a non-white John Brown with natural hints of red streaked throughout and her cheek was without freckles. She was a middling penny-pinching lady friend as she was very active and had a heightened metabolism and her ass was somewhat lean and pissed too. Well, at least, all that was straight before she got knocked up. Her bosom had swollen a cup size of it and her abdomen had obviously protruded, making her ass a little fatter too. It had also for some reason made her pilus barge in color. Anyway, that 's my sister for you, dotty matter happening all the time.
'' What 's wrong ? '' I asked.
'' I 'm having trouble getting these denim 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 claw. The doorway stood off the dry land by two understructure and the walls reached up to the roof. There were mirrors in the corners by which one could see completely around oneself. My baby was still wearing her bleak shirt which was getting a bit too tight. She had compensated these past few calendar week by cutting the V portion 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 jeans. They were too miserly, or she was too big. `` It looks like you 'll have to get larger I, '' 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 mogul to get aid from guy, including wearing tight fitting clothing. But the trouble with pregnancy is that she would keep growing, and despite how sexy it was, she could n't go to schooling without pants.
'' Well, you 're just gon na have to parcel out with it, friend. You ca n't keep buying a twosome of denim for every calendar week. Mom and Dad do n't accept that money. Here. Put your old blue jean 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 ones. 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 help, '' I said. I grabbed onto the nurture whang cringle and the front of the blue jean and pulled up, brushing past her pussy in the meantime.
'' I did have got difficultness getting it on this sunup, '' 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- exertion. '' 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 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 wait here for you, '' I said. `` Ca n't really go anywhere like this. '' Most entrepot 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 bridge player, bored. Then I took bloodline of the way. It was small, but it would be worry 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 tonality were in my pocket on her body. But she entered with four twain of jean and four shirts, all unlike sizes. `` I figured I 'd get them all and try them all so I would n't have to go along going out looking like this. No crime. '' 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. ``
'' OK, '' she said. She took off her shirt too.
'' I just figured that if we can get sound exercise, maybe you can lose what little weightiness you have to get those jeans on better. ``
'' My caring brother, doing every niggling matter for me, '' she smiled. `` So how do you wan na do it ? ``
'' Whatever 's more comfortable for you. ``
After a mo 's wavering, she braced her hands against the wall 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 promise. '' I slid my pecker into her vagina and started fucking her. I began with slow rock-and-roll 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 rampart stay strong I decided to kick it up a notch. I went in and out a slight faster but could see in the mirror my sister 's facial expression was still bored. So I picked up a little more speed and umph ! and could see her dumbbell starting to wiggle in response and she became only slightly interested.
The problem with fucking my baby is that ever since her friend had made her a whore, she has had plenty of social occasion to do it. She was introduced by her Quaker 's cousin and shortly afterwards did her supporter 's dad, has had a mates of Male teachers and plenteousness 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 pound her. It 's the way she walks and talks and dresses and looks at you that screams `` I 'm a fertile, young charwoman, 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 solid food 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 spectacular roll in the hay 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 bulwark and pressed her titty and chest against the mirror. I was careful to slant 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 intention. I intended for her to bequeath her grade, and I whispered such in her ear. `` Now, whenever somebody changes in this elbow room, they 'll be looking at our erotic love. Each prison term a little young woman try on a new attire, 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 digit 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 meat of her header 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 meter my cock invaded her body, her glossa invaded my mouth. Each clip I pulled a little milk from her dummy her glossa slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the corner of my eyes, ovalbumin streams of lactation running down the mirror. We 'd let to clean that up. Then I turned her around and leaned her back on the neighboring wall. She was at a pitch and I once again slid my hammer where every brother 's cock belongs and started pummeling away. Our spit once again met in fight 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 bit before I finally could halt myself no longer and released all I had into her pregnant pussycat. I found myself on the flooring, panting, and she was standing there doing the same. Cum was dripping down from her legs and Milk River was finishing its journeying to her foundation and finally the floor. We took a minute to trip up our breathing place 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 extra clothes like the ones she liked and headed house. Oh, and she was back to wearing her jeans she came in with. Apparently they fit better now .