“ Ron, can you come help me with this ? ”
My fourteen-year old baby was in a grooming elbow room trying on some blue jean and shirts. She had to get some bigger clothes because her abdomen 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 had seduced. It could also be that her hotness day in and day out got herself pregnant and that what was growing in her was a dead ringer of herself. horseshit, I hoped so. Despite being 14 twelvemonth old, Alicia was very good looking. She was 5'4 ” at her age, which is pretty magniloquent, and had a nice set of bouncy C-cup breasts before maternity and they would only get bigger as she grew up. Her whisker was a dark Brown University with lifelike hints of red streaked throughout and her face was without lentigo. She was a passably scraggy girl as she was very active and had a heightened metamorphosis and her ass was pretty lean and tight too. Well, at least, all that was reliable before she got knocked up. Her boob had swollen a cup size and her abdomen had obviously protruded, making her ass a little fatter too. It had also for some reason made her haircloth igniter in color. Anyway, that's my sis for you, brainsick affair happening all the time.
“ What's wrong ? ” I asked.
“ I'm having worry getting these jeans on, ” she said.
“ postponement on. ” I took a peek around. No staff was in the neck of the woods. I ducked into her medical dressing way. It had a arse and a hook. The room access stood off the dry land by two fundament and the walls reached up to the ceiling. There were mirrors in the corners by which one could see completely around oneself. My sis was still wearing her black shirt which was getting a bit too tight. She had compensated these past few weeks by cutting the V share of her neckline to give her a bit more room. It was her pet 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 gravid 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 business leader to get attention from guys, including wearing tight-fitting clothing. But the problem with maternity is that she would keep growing, and despite how aphrodisiac it was, she couldn't go to schooling without pants.
“ Well, you're just gon na have to deal with it, ally. You can't hold open buying a pair of dungaree for every week. Mom and Dad don't have 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 oculus. However, she obeyed and took off her trial jean and started putting back on her old ones. But they got stuck too. “ Uh-oh, ” she said.
“ No, you couldn't have grown that big in five instant, ” I said. But despite that, her old jeans which she wore successfully in this store weren't coming to her ass anymore. “ Let me help, ” I said. I grabbed onto the rear belt grommet and the front of the jeans and pulled up, brushing past her pussy in the meantime.
“ I did have difficulty getting it on this morn, ” she said.
“ wellspring, ” 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 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 adult than you. You wear my jeans. ”
“ okeh, ” 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 waiting here for you, ” I said. “ Can't really go anywhere like this. ” Most computer storage don't like it if you're putz is showing. My babe smiled and left. While she was gone, I started moving my rooster back and forth in my hand, bored. Then I took stock of the way. It was diminished, but it would be interesting to see if we could get away with sex in here. I would land that up when she came back.
It was a spell later when she did and I almost thought she'd left without me, since my cay were in my pocket on her eubstance. But she entered with four yoke of dungaree and four shirts, all dissimilar size of it. “ I figured I'd get them all and try them all so I wouldn't have to keep going out looking like this. No offense. ” She took off my jeans and gave them back. I didn'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 right physical exertion, maybe you can suffer what picayune weightiness you have to get those jeans on better. ”
“ My caring brother, doing every piddling thing for me, ” she smiled. “ So how do you wan na do it ? ”
“ Whatever's more comfortable for you. ”
After a minute's waver, she braced her hands against the bulwark on either face of a corner mirror and leaned forward so her ass was facing me. “ I don't know how sturdy these wall are, so you'd bettor not criticize them down, ” she teased.
“ No promises. ” I slid my peter into her vagina and started fucking her. I began with retard rocks back and Forth River, taking seriously now her warning about the walls, but after about three minutes of slowly thrusting in and out and seeing the walls stay strong I decided to kick it up a notch. I went in and out a minuscule faster but could see in the mirror my sister's face was still bored. So I picked up a little more amphetamine and umph ! and could see her boobs starting to joggle in reaction and she became only slightly interested.
The problem with fucking my Sister is that ever since her protagonist had made her a fancy woman, she has had plenty of occasions to hump. She was introduced by her friend's first cousin and shortly afterwards did her ally's dad, has had a couple of male teachers and tidy sum of upper classmen take her on. The thing is, she doesn't ask nor beg for sex. She IS sex. To be around her is to want to hammering her. It's the way she walks and talks and attire and looks at you that screams “ I'm a fertile, Thomas Young fair sex, 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 nutrient 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 shag sessions, and this was not one of them. So she was bored. I had to maltreat up the game.
I reached out and took her arms away from the wall and pressed her tits and breast against the mirror. I was deliberate to angle her forward so her belly didn't get squished. I think the coldness of the mirror sent chill through her organic structure, though that was not my purpose. I intended for her to leave her bull's eye, and I whispered such in her ear. “ Now, whenever someone changes in this elbow room, they'll be looking at our dearest. Each time a picayune girl tries 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 soundbox being pressed against this mirror. ” And as I said that, my finger found her nipples still pressed to the mirror and started squeezing them. I was still fucking her, and I moved my head to the English of her fountainhead and closely whispered “ Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the aphrodisiac of them all ? ” She turned her head to meet mine and our lip locked. Our tongues were at war. Each prison term my cock invaded her body, her tongue invaded my sassing. Each clock time I pulled a piffling Milk from her boobs her natural language slammed against mine. And I kept fucking her and could see, out of the turning point of my heart, lily-white streams of suckling 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 slant and I once again slid my cock where every chum's rooster belongs and started pummeling away. Our natural language once again met in battle and this time when I milked her, it ran down her torso and down her legs.
We kept this up for about two-and-a-half minutes before I finally could hold myself no longer and released all I had into her significant cunt. I found myself on the story, panting, and she was standing there doing the same. Cum was dripping down from her ramification and milk was finishing its journeying to her feet and finally the level. We took a minute to catch our breathing space and then she proceeded to try on the remaining clothes. She eventually settled on one pair of jeans and one shirt, so we returned the repose and picked out additional clothes 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.