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Tits for Tats

By: MSTarot



I lost my father when I was sixteen. It sounds tragic doesn't it? I beat his head in with a baseball bat.

He had only himself to blame. When I was ten he told me to always protect my big sister. She is two years older than me, but of slight build like our mother.

For her eighteenth birthday Sara went out with two of her friends to celebrate. We didn't hear from her for two days. I watched my father stew and simmer for every second of those two days.

Now our father was raised in the south were obedience is taught with a belt. He has a heavy hand for a man of God. Sorry he had.

When Sara came home I was in the yard cutting the grass. I didn't hear her because of the mower so I didn't know she was there till I came around the corner of the house. I saw her car in the drive and shutting off the mower I ran for the back door. I could hear my sister's screaming as I came inside. It was coming from upstairs.

At the time I don't remember my mother grabbing my arm. I must have pulled out of her grasp without ever feeling it. When I hit the top of the stairs I saw the open door to my sister's room. Inside I could see her and my father.

He had her by the back of her head, his hand an iron grip in her brown hair. Her shorts and panties were down around her ankles, hampering her trying to get away from him. Father had his belt in his right hand, and was swinging with everything he had at her bare ass and thighs. Dozens of red whelps already marred her pale skin from the small of her back to the bend of her knees.

She was screaming with tears running unchecked down her face.

My door was open. He kept swinging the belt even when her skin split and blood began to run in lines down to her knees.

My door was open. My bat was by the door. The autopsy report said the cause of death was blunt force trauma to the base of his skull. I hit just at the top of his spine with enough force to sever his brain stem!

Death was instant. All I remember was holding my sister as she cried. I don't remember my mother's screams, the ambulance, or the police getting there.

They pulled me from my sister. I fought that. Not to get away, but so I would not be parted from her. Two large officers held me down, their knees in my back. A third put the handcuffs on me. My sister flung herself onto me as they tried to take me out the front door. I stood there with her arms around my neck looking at all the neighbors on their porches. Their faces lit red like demons.

My sister thanked me.

They tried me as an adult. My court appointed attorney pleaded me guilty. He asked the court to show leniency due to my age, that the act was done in the heat of the moment, and that I had swung without the intent to kill. They gave me twenty years. I guess that's lenient.

I did a year and a half at a max juvenile prison then they gave me to the State. Now any of you who might be thinking I got raped in prison you would be wrong. I got put in a cell with a man named Chris Tyler. A burley biker looking fella who was coming back for his second stay in prison. He was there to show me the ropes. Where not to step, who not to talk to. He kept me out of a lot of trouble.

On the inside they called him 'Ink'. He was a trained Tattoo artist with a dozen years of work to show for it. Ink had been running his own shop when he put a gun to the head of a customer who had refused to pay. 

They called 'it' armed robbery. He got handed ten years like the judge was handing out candy. He would only serve six of them, but in that time he taught me the trade.

We made our machines from cassette motors and coat hanger wire. Our ink was burnt toilet paper mixed with shampoo. When we could get an ink pen we would strip it down for our tubes and use the ink in the tats.

I came to spend my days in the weight corner of the yard. Lifting iron, with the muscle heads. Having the biggest strongest guys in the house respect you even if you can't lift as much as they can doesn't hurt. My nights I spent learning how to tattoo.

I wrote at first to friends, they told me my sister had moved out even before the trial was over. She vanished not long after. No one knew where she was. Not my friends not hers

I tried to write to our mom twice. Both letters came back unopened. I took that to be answer enough.

Poor mom. She lost a husband, son, and a daughter all on the same day.

Ink got his parole after six years. When he left I little resembled the eighteen-year-old boy he had first shared a cell with. Thanks to him I have tribal work across my shoulders, down to my elbows. There are shadowy fills of spiders and webbing running down to my wrists in a full sleeve on both arms. The tribal flows into Celtic knot work that runs down my spine. I have Japanese style shaded feathers coming off the Celtic to wrap around my ribs.

Long days with the weights had left me cut. It's not good to look like prey when surrounded by predators. Though carrying two hundred pounds of tatted muscle on a six-foot frame, with the fact I killed a man at sixteen with a bat got me generally left alone. What I could do with ink helped as well.

I had just turned twenty-six when a parole board sat my case. Overcrowding, a good record inside, and the fact I had a job waiting outside got me out with half my sentence served, and ten years parole. I took my last shower and scrubbed the stink of the place from my skin. Dressed in clothes that no longer fit right, with personal possessions I had't needed for a decade.

I also carried a wad of cash I had made inside. I walked threw the last locked door and out into the light again. The guard told me good luck. That was nice of him. Most say see you soon.

A car pulled up with a blond at the wheel as I started to walk towards the bus stop. She threw it into park and jumped out! She sprinted across the road, and threw herself into my arms!

I stood numb with shock. Then I noticed how she smelled, how soft, and magically female she was. My bag hit the ground by my feet as I wrapped her scented heat against me. It wasn't till she spoke that I knew who she was.

"Oh, god Kevin!"

I felt my neck growing wet from Sara's tears as she clutched me tight. I held her to me wanting to cry ,but to numb to do so.

"My god Kevin, it is so good to see you."

She eased up, and I let her pull out to the end of my arms.

"How did you know I was getting out, and sense when are you a blond?" I ask laughing.

She smiled and looked me over. "Sense when are you buff?" she giggled "I had the prison to notify me if you ever got parole."

We laughed and hugged again. God how wonderful her body felt against mine. I should have felt ashamed of the growing arousal I had, but it had been ten years sense I had seen much less held a woman.

I saw a look of surprise cross her face, then a smile of teasing that I remembered so well.

"Come on little brother lets get you away from here. If you're getting that kind of reaction from your skinny sister we need to get you laid."

I blushed, then shrugged and laughed at my body's reaction. Grabbing up my bag I followed her to the car. I'm honest enough to admit I was watching her ass. It was a pleasant sight till my mind recalled the last time I had seen it.

"So what do you want to do first?" she ask me with a teasing grin.

I smiled.

"Food!"

She laughed. How beautiful so simple a sound. Just one among many sounds I had forgotten. The world seemed new to me again. 

Sitting in the dinning room of our favorite fast food place, from when we were kids, I stuffed myself sick. I listened to her talk about all the things I had missed out on.

"Mom remarried.'

I sipped at my milkshake and took a bite of some super salty fries. I can't say I was surprised.

"She sold the house, and just about everything in it. She took the money, and moved to Atlanta."

Our mom was born there.

"Don't know for sure, but I would bet she hasn't mentioned either of us to him."

"I wouldn't take that bet." I said nodding again.

She sat silent for a minute or two then looked up at me. "What have you got planned? You need a place to stay right?"

"Yea, I have to report to my parole officer when I find a place. I have a job offer with a guy I know." I wiped oil and salt from my fingers.

"Well I have a place, an apartment with a fold out couch. So you have a place to stay."

I started to object, but she shook her finger in my face."No. You have a place to stay. Now when do you want to go see about this job?"

"When ever."

"Ok, well when you get done stuffing your face, we will go see. Then we can go to the apartment, and drop off your stuff. Want to go maybe get you some clothes that fit?" she ask stealing the last of my milkshake.

I looked down at my clothes. I was straining the seams of the shirt, and the pants were ridiculously tight on my thighs. "Yea, sounds like a good idea. I have money."

"Really? What have you been doing that got you money?" she grinned "You aint been pimping out that ass have you?'

"No." I was shocked at my sister. She had never been this forward when we were kids. Of course dad had been around then to keep a tight reign on her.

She laughed at me.

"I have been doing tattooing." I told her taking back my milkshake. She had finished the little bit at the bottom that tastes so much better than the rest. Damn. Picking up my tray I stood up to go.

"Really? Cool. I have always thought about getting a tattoo. So that's your job?"

We walked out to her car, past the plastic playpen with it's colored ball pit. "Yea. The guy I know taught me. He was my cell mate for about six years."

We got into Sara's car, and following the directions I had in a letter, we made our way across town to Ink's shop.

"Hot Needle Hell? What a name for a tattoo shop!" Sara pulled into a parking spot on the side.

Going inside I caught a glimpse of Ink in the back as he stepped from the hall into a back room. There was a young woman at a desk near the door. She looked up from a sketchpad as we came in.

"Hello. Welcome to Hell. Can I help you?"

I heard a chuckle from behind me.

"Yea could you tell Ink that Kevin is here?"

"Sure." She got up and went to the back to get him. I watched Sara looking over the flash on the wall. I could tell that most of it was original designs. Ink hates flash bought from a supply house.

"Kev!"

I grinned as Ink came across the shop with his arms open wide. He gave me a quick rough hug, then stepped back grinning.

"So they decided to kick your ass out early. Told you, you keep your nose clean they would." He looked at Sara. "And who is this?" 

Sara smiled. "I'm his sister."

"Oh, so you're the pretty sister he told me about, but he said you were a brunet?"

Sara grinned. "The curtains don't match the drapes."

Ink chuckled. "I like her." He looked over at me. "I might go to prison for her myself. Well Kev, you ready to get to work?"

I had to laugh at that. "How about tomorrow? I just got out this morning."

Ink nodded. "That'll do. I'll put in a call to some of my clients on my waiting list. I'll round you us some work. Your style is close enough to mine they want be able to tell the difference. Mary," he looked at the woman now back at her desk. "Think we can round up enough odds and ends to get Kevin set up?"

She nodded. "Sure. He will need a blood test though."

"Yea that's true. Call Jim down at the clinic. See if he can work Kevin in. Mention that Kevin can do his color work." Ink turned to me. "There is a free clinic about a mile down that way." he pointed to the right on the road out front of the shop. "When you get there ask for Jim. He'll know what you need."

Sara and I would spend the rest of the afternoon together running around. I left a blood sample at the clinic with Jim. We went shopping for some clothes. A quick stop threw a drive threw got us dinner, and we headed for her apartment. Up the stairs, and to the front door brought me into her world.

The place was filled with the scent of her. I came out the door as she opened it, and walked in. I watched from the doorway as she put her keys on the table. She grabbed up some clothes, including a very lacy black item. She looked back, and saw me standing there. She smiled

"Well come in."

I moved slowly into the room unsure about what to do. I found a seat on the sofa, and looked around at the pictures on the walls. I heard her chuckle.

"You look really uncomfortable. It's ok."

I took a deep breath of the female scented air. It was almost an aphrodisiac by itself. "It's been a long day." I told her softly.

Sara came over and knelt down in front of me. She took my hands in hers. "It's alright little brother. Believe it, or not I do understand." She leaned in, and kissed the side of my face. She rubbed my hands, and got to her feet.

I watched her move around the room picking up. "Sorry I'm such a slob." She told me when she had an armload of clothes.

"Nothing new there, you always were."

She stuck her tongue out at me, and threw the whole wad of clothes at me. Turning back to her cleaning she didn't see where everything landed and as luck would have it, a pair of her underwear hit me squire in the face. For a fraction of a second my nose was filled with a half-remembered smell.

I felt my breath catch in my chest. My pulse raced to full speed, and to my shock I found myself instantly hard. Trying to slow my breathing I picked up the food bag, and dug out my sandwich.

Picking up the TV remote Sara turned on the TV, then tossed the remote to me. "Find us something to watch while I go get changed." She went into her room, and closed the door.

For a second I was very tempted to lift her panties back to my nose. Pushing the clothes aside I flipped threw the channels till I found something simple. Sara came back in wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt. She plopped down on the couch, and grabbed up her sandwich.

"Good choice."

We watched TV for an hour, or so while finishing our food. She got up to throw the wrappers in the trash, and came back with us each a beer.

Sitting next to me she threw her arm across my shoulders, and leaned her head into my arm. "Good to have you home."

When I fell asleep I don't know, but I woke when she stood up. "The handle on the side lays the back of the couch down flat. Stretch out. I'll get you one of my pillows, and the blankets here should keep you warm enough. Know where everything is?" she pointed to the half open door to the bathroom.

"Yea." I answered.

"Ok, well get some sleep. I have to leave for work around lunch so you can sleep in." She leaned down, and kissed my cheek. "Sleep tight."

"You too." I told her catching her hand, and giving it a quick squeeze.

I saw the light go off in her room as I came back out the bathroom. I was wearing some of the clothes we had bought that afternoon. Sweat pants, so soft inside they were almost uncomfortable, and a tank top. I turned off the TV, and lay in the dark. The sounds of the neighbors threw the walls of the apartment were a soft blended sound. I could hear soft music from Sara's room.

There was no prison sounds here. No slow step of a guard doing night check. No sound of a toilet being used. No sound of someone being used. Turning onto my side I looked at the now gray TV screen, and tried to drift off, but to no avail.

I turned towards the pillow, and Sara's scent filled my nose. I breathed deep. Perfume, shampoo, female sweat, and a deep perfume that was her personal scent. 

In the dark my eyes went to the pile of clothes by the side of the couch. On top of a towel lay her panties. My hand moved without thought to pick them up. I brought them to my nose and breathed deep the rich odor of a woman. I felt myself harden.

My other hand went into my sweats, and pulled me clear of the too soft fabric. The touch sent a shiver threw me. It felt like bare second after I began that I had to grab for the towel to catch the flow.

Gasping for breath I dropped the towel to the floor, and turned over into the couch. I fell asleep ashamed of myself. I didn't realize I was clutching her underwear to my chest till I woke.

My eyes popped open. I listened for the sound of the guard coming to sound the morning bell. I found myself moving into my morning routine before I could stop myself. I paused as I turned to make up my bed and saw the couch. Not quite knowing what to do I went to the bathroom to shave. It was then that I noticed the bit of lace, and cotton in my hand.

I sat down on the side of the tub, and it was there that Sara found me when she woke up.

"Kevin?"

I looked up at her.

"Are you alright?" she ask me from by the door. She crossed the room to me when I didn't answer. She knelt down, and looking into my eyes. All I could do was shake my head. "What is it?"

"I feel.... Lost"

Sara stood up, and wrapped her arms around my head as I started to cry. Ten years of tears I could never shed inside came pouring out in a rush. She ran her fingers over the back of my short cut hair She held me tight as I cried myself out. Silent tears running down her cheeks.

Through my mind ran the thought how soft her breast was against the side of my face. I felt angry with myself for thinking that when her she was trying to comfort me. At the same time I couldn't stop the thought from filling my perspective.

When the tears subsided Sara let me go, and stepped back. She smiled at me. Kind, and sweet at the same time. "It's ok." She brushed a tear from her eye, and taking my hands pulled me up. She hugged me tight then smiled up at me. She winked. "Get out I need to pee!"

Laughing I left her to it, and went out to the kitchen. Getting a sip of water I looked out the window, watching the neighbors moving out to their cars.

Sara came out the bathroom, and into the kitchen. "If I had known I was going to be in a wet T-shirt contest this morning I would have worn something thinner."

Look at my sister I saw how wet with tears her shirt was.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. I've had far worse things on this shirt." Laughing she started making coffee. We had breakfast together not saying much just enjoying each others company.

I watched her start getting ready for work. When she came out of her room a slight frown started to form as I saw her clothing choices.

"Sara, what do you do for a living?"

She looked up from buttoning a tight lace top over an even tighter satin shirt. "I work in a strip club."

"What?" my jaw hit the floor.

She started to laugh at me. "I'm the bartender." She giggled at the look on my face. "Like anyone would pay money to watch me take my clothes off."

She grabbed up her purse, and stuck her feet in a pair of comfortable looking shoes. "Get your stuff. I'll drop you off on my way. You're going to Hell today right?"

I thought about what I had done the night before, and my thoughts this morning. "If I don't change my ways there's a good chance of it."

She laughed at that. "Get your shit!"

As I gathered up my shoes I felt Sara watching me. "Nice ink."

I looked up at her, then down at my arms. The webbing and spiders were all done photo realistic and seemed to ride on my arms and veins. I knew when I moved they seem to have a life of their own.

"Thanks. I did a lot of the left arm myself. Ink did what I couldn't reach and all of the right arm." I slipped my shoes on.

"Is that all of them?"

Shaking my head I reached over my shoulder and caught the back of my shirt. I pulled it up and over my head. Turning I showed Sara my back where the tribal goes into the Celtic know work.

"Wow!" Her finger touched my back and ran down, following the lines by my spine. It sent a shiver threw me. Sara took that to mean she had tickled me. Which prompted her to tickle my ribs.


Tits for Tats Ch. 02



Tats for Tits

My father? He died just days after my eighteenth birthday. It should be tragic, but it's not. It for many years was both the best and worst day of my life.

My brother Kevin killed him. One hard blow with a baseball bat. I wish he hadn't.

It was far too quick.

I wish I could have killed him myself. Over and over again, years of slow killing him wouldn't have been enough!

When I was just a child I woke up one night to go to the bathroom. When I was passing my parent's room I heard my Mommy whimper.

The house was old, the doors had keyholes. They were just the right height for a child to look through.

Even at that young age I was already familiar and frightened by Daddy's belt.

I just couldn't understand what Mommy could have done to deserve being whipped. She was crying bitterly into her pillow as he swung. Maybe it was because she didn't have any clothes on. I had been spanked for that before.

I think looking back...

That Sick Fuck!

My teen years were a horror of pain from whippings and disgust when I saw the lust in his eyes when he did it. 

I tried to tell Mom what was happening. What I saw in his face when he whipped me. She slapped me three times in the mouth. Called me a liar.

Daddy whipped me that night harder than he ever had before. For lying about him. My back was bloody when he was done. He was sweating when he was done. His eyes glowed with lust.

GOD! DAMN! HIM!

No one would believe me! He was looked up to. Church going, man of the cloth. Wonderful husband and a true inspiration as a father. Look at how well mannered and disciplined his children are. A true 'Pillar of the community'.

Damn him.

Damn him...

And damn all of them.

My best friend in the world other than my little brother was a girl named Alexandra or Alex, as she liked to be called. She was the only one who would believe me. She would hold me while I cried myself out on many a day.

Alex had an older brother named Todd who was going to Bartending School at night. The movie 'Cocktail' inspired him. Alex stole his old books. She wanted to learn herself, but she was too young for the classes.

It was while she mixed drinks with liqueur she stole from her parents that she and I came up with our 'Plan'.

Even though it was concocted under the slight buzz we had it was a good plan. I would save all my baby sitting, Birthday, and Christmas money to get a car. She would save hers for the gas and the security deposit on the apartment. We would run away a soon as we turned eighteen, that way the State couldn't send us back.

And it was working. Every thing was in place, all the ducks in a row. It took a couple of day's work just after my eighteenth birthday, but we had the apartment lined up. Jobs, not great ones, but jobs. We would work and earn enough money that by the time we were twenty-one we could go to Bartending School.

I came back home to get the last of my things and to tell Kevin where I was going.

Father was waiting.

He beat me, slapped me to the bed. He clawed my pants down and started to whip me harder than ever before in my life! When I tried to get away from him he caught me by my hair.

I was screaming, crying, begging him to stop as blow after blow rained down upon my back, ass and thighs.

And then he did.

Forever.

Kevin held me as I cried. Though I was in horrible pain they were tears of joy!

Then the police came. My best day became my worst.

I had to watch my brother disappear into the prison system. I thanked him. It was all I could do.

Mom blamed me.

She went to raise her hand to me after they took Kevin away. With a house full of police, my father being zipped into a black bag she thought she would try to slap me!

I caught her hand. I looked her in the eyes and told her if she even thought about trying she would be joining her husband in hell!

I shoved her out of my way, shoulder to the side the two M. E.s with the gurney, got my things from my room and left. I never looked back.

They gave Kevin twenty years! Twenty years! Oh my dear God no.

Even before the trial began the press started to follow me around. I had a camera on me everywhere I went. If I paused for even a second I would have a mic under my nose.

Does your brother do drugs?

Was he high at the time of the murder?

Is it true your father discovered you and your brother together in bed?

FUCK OFF!

Can we quote you on that?

Alexandra was the only thing that kept me together and sane. Somewhat. We left for our apartment in the middle of the night. She chanced the way I looked, cut my hair dyed it blond. After the sentencing she got me back together somehow. In the months to come as the wounds to body and soul began to heal she showed me a part of myself I never knew I had.

She was my first lover.

Alex and me were together for three years. By then we were starting to become different people. I was a blond with no intentions of going back and her interest in bar tending had faded. Mine had grown. We finally parted friends as I left for what she called alcoholics school.

After her I had a few relationships, always women.

Then Sam came into my life. He had been a 'she' so I guess I was still in some ways avoiding men. We weren't together long, but I learned one very important thing.

All pain hurts, but not all pain has to be bad.

It started with a hard smack to my ass. The first time he did it was not a pretty scene.

By the time we parted ways I was being spanked with clamps on my nipples.

Sam and Alex. They kept me sane.

After Sam I took a job in the town where Kevin's prison is. I wanted to be close to him, but didn't have the courage to go see him. The guilt that he was only in there because of me was still very strong.

The years passed. I tended bar, dated the occasional dancer. Existed.

Several times I even went to the prison, but I would always lose my nerve before I asked to see him. They seemed to understand. They took my number and said they would call me if he ever made parole.

Parole? I hadn't even thought of that! All I had heard was twenty years.

I found hope again.

The years seemed to pass slowly now.

Then I got the call. They had almost forgotten to call me. He was already in out-processing when I heard he was being released!

I grabbed clothes and drove like mad to the prison. He was coming out the door as I rounded the corner.

If I had looked beyond his face I wouldn't have known him.

His picture on TV, him in an orange jumpsuit hands chained at his side looking like a scrawny kid, had been my last image of him. I had no pictures of us as kids so that had burned itself into my brain. Him in a bulletproof vest because of the death threats. Father killer, brutal murderer, Satan worshiper, they had found an Ozzy Osbourne cassette in his school locker. Now? He looks like he had been carved out of wood. Chiseled from mahogany maybe. As I held him at arms length my fear of men was there in force.

But he was so lost, almost child like.

A protectiveness I've never known I had surfaced then. I didn't want him out my sight.

I took him to his job. My first sight of his friend 'Ink' was near terrifying. Only his sense of humor kept me at ease.

Then we were at a free clinic filling out forms for him to leave a blood sample. Why I have no idea.

Bored I looked over his shoulder as he wrote. I reached past him and tapped the paper.

"You misspelled that."

He looked up then back down to where my finger was pointing.

"Threw?"

"Yea. They way your using it. '9th through 11th grade' it's spelled 'through'."

He nods slowly.

"Yea I know that. Just my mind was else where for a second. See anything else?"

"Nope looks good." I tell him smiling.

We go shopping for clothes then. I watch him trying on a few nice looking things. I can see the women in the store watching him with a hungry look.

I don't like it. Why I don't know, I've already said we need to get him laid.

When we get home to my place he looks like the place is made of sugar glass and he's afraid to touch anything it might break.

I find him in the bathroom in the morning. He cried himself sick like a child. I was so worried about him all day. I didn't want to leave him.

I've spent so much time not being there for him.

When I finally poured my last shot for the night I rushed to the tattoo shop.

I see him through the window. He's wearing a tank top and those gorgeous tattoos are visible. I find myself at times just watching him move. Doing simple things like this morning shaving, brushing his teeth, folding his clothes.

I came to realize watching him that I was seeing part of his every day routine 'inside'. He was trapped into habits he didn't even know he had.

That night his hand is covered in blisters. I go to my room after we eat and get a jar of cream from by the bed. It numbs pain. I use it after I've been spanked to help me sit down the next day.

When I come back out my room I take his hand and begin to massage in the cream. His fingers are strong; the tendon's tight. Under my touch and with the lotion help I soon get his hand to relax.

I move up onto his arm running my fingers across the intricate webs and tiny spiders. They are so very life like they almost seem to move under my fingers. Like they are trying to get out the way. It's beautiful and creepy as hell all at the same time.

His biceps muscle is at first tense and hard to make move. The dark tribal tattooing is less eerie that the other but it feels raised up off his skin. I feel my fingers ride over ridges of ink.

As I start to work on his shoulder I notice my breast is only inches from his face. His eyes are closed, but the deep pleasure moans coming from him are starting to have an effect. Looking down at his face my eyes go to my nipples poking hard up through two layers of cloth. My bra is thin and doesn't conceal hard flesh. The tank top is if anything even thinner.

I get up and go around behind the couch. Using both hands I dig my fingers into his shoulders. The mixture of Celtic and tribal moves under my hands making beautiful patterns on his skin.

He gives a low throaty growl as I push my thumbs into either side of the tight muscles by his neck. I remember Alex use to love when I did this to her. Sam did as well.

I don't know if it's those memories of them or the masculine moans from Kevin, but when I shift a little I notice a slick wet feeling between my lower lips.

I push my thumbs into either side of his spine near the base of his neck. A long low growling moan makes his muscles vibrate under my hands. My breathing quickens.

My god it's him!

I gasp in surprise, but turn it into a yawn sound as I feel a near flood of moisture start to leak out of me.

I walk away and into the kitchen. My fingers are almost too numb to turn on the sink. It takes quite a bit of time to scrub it off my hands.

My brother?

I stop washing my hands when I realize I'm not trying to get lotion off my hands but the contact with him. I turn off the near scalding water with hands that would be burning if they weren't numb.

I turn and look back at him. His eyes are on me, as I dry my fingers.

The idea that I have gotten wet enough for sex from the sounds of Kevin moaning sits on me like an elephant. I've gotten turned on by my kid brother?

"Go...goodnight, sleep tight." I tell him. I can hear my voice tremble. I hardly hear his response as I walk past him. I can feel his eyes following me. The eyes of a man on me have always been the cause of fear or disgust, but this time it's more...

At the moment I can't believe what I'm feeling. The desire to have a man inside me is the strongest it's ever been in my life. That's it's Kevin I want is...

I turn at the door to my room. My large soft bed is only feet away. I look at his wonderfully sculpted body in the dim light of the living room.

Kevin, I want to fuck...

I can hear the words trying to form even as I shake my head.

I smile at his puzzled look.

"Night, night Kevin." I tell him softly.

"Good night Sara. Sweet dreams." He answers. 

I close the door with hands that tremble.

Kevin is so busy he doesn't even seem to notice that I'm avoiding being near him for the rest of the week. He eats, showers, and all but passes out on the couch night after night. I can see him rubbing at his back a few times and the desire to help is strong. I know where that desire is coming from, so I keep my hands to myself. For the next few nights.

I can't get my thoughts to straighten out in my head. Too much has happened to quickly that I wasn't expecting.

As I crush mint leaves for my last pitcher of Mojito I feel eyes on me. Looking up I see Madison up on the stage. She blows me a kiss, then shakes her bare breast at me while grinning.

She and I have had a few wild nights together. She licks her lips and winks at me.

I give a smile back, but it's half hearted at best. I see a quick look of surprise cross her face, then she back to her stripper smile. I watch the men stuffing her g-string with bills. Some of them have that look on their faces. Like if they give her enough she might sleep with them. Ha! Madison wouldn't touch a cock that doesn't have batteries.

I count up my register and then turn it over to Paul. He'll mix drinks till the place closes, when every that is varies.

I go into the back to get my raincoat and purse.

Madison is waiting.

"What's the mater Hun?" she asks me concerned.

I shrug.

She gives me an exasperated look then a hug.

"Sara you can tell me anything, you know that. Good Christ girl I know you have freckles on your coochy! What do you think I can't handle knowing?"

I look her in the eyes and decide.

"I'm... I'm kind of falling for Kevin." I tell her softly.

Her eyebrows rise so fast her tits bounce!

"Kevin? Your brother Kevin?"

I nod.

She takes a deep breath then whistles softly.

"Well that's a new one. Okay...well what are you going to do about it?" she asks looking around to see if anyone is close by.

"I don't know. That's the problem." I half sit on a table and clutch my purse to my chest. "I don't know what to do."

Madison sighs.

"Sara you kind of caught me off guard with this one. I don't really know what to tell you. Normally I wouldn't advise any woman to get any closer to a man that his credit card. You do know their penises shoot battery acid out when they cum?"

I chuckle.

She leans her head in against mine.

"Follow your heart, not your head. That's the best advice I can give till I've had time to think about this some." She gives me a shrug and a quirky smile.

I give Madison a hug and thank her. I watch her rush to the back to get changes for her next set.

My stomach feels full of butterflies as I drive to the tattoo shop.

The bright red old fashion Neon sign 'Hot Needle Hell' is dark, and the sign by the door is turned to 'closed'. The shop lights are still on though.

Walking up to the door I lift my hand then pause.

I watch my brother as he moves around inside the shop. I feel like a voyeur, he never once looks my way.

His body seems to glide with a rugged grace. I've noticed he always moves, like a stalking wolf, every step placed firm before the next is taken. His muscles ripple under his shirt and pants. My eyes go to his jeans pockets as he bends down to pick a rubber band up from the floor.

My god what an ass!

My breath quickens, as I feel an almost overpowering flood of desire wash through me.

Shivering I tap on the glass.

He looks up at me quickly. The wolf analogy still applies. Seeing me he relaxes a bit and smiles.

My heart melts at that smile.

He comes over and unlocks the door.

"Won't be long." He tells me. "Just got to finish cleaning up. I've got a few things to stick in the autoclave then I'm done."

I nod.

Autoclave? No clue.

"Take your time. So long as I can sit down my tired feet I'm in no rush." I drop onto the couch hard enough to feel like a hand on my ass. To hide the shiver of lust that runs through me I grab up one of the books from the table.

Kevin goes back to whatever it is he's doing while I pretend to be looking through the book. I'm really watching him reflected in the front windows.

Finally with a shake of my head I look down at the book.

"Ouch."

Oh my god. The picture is a woman with at least a large D cup breast with zippers tattooed around her nipples. I hear Kevin walk over by me.

"Yea that wouldn't be a fun spot to get a tat." He tells me.

He would have to be holding the woman's breast to do a tattoo like that. The though comes to mind as I look up at him and grin.

"Be fun for you though." I tell him.

He shrugs, grins a little and goes back to work.

I flip back to the front of the book and really pay attention to the pages now. Photo after photo of gorgeous, beautifully done tattoos. I've seen ink for years on the bodies of the stripper at the club. Some of it up close. None of those are nearly this good.

Then I see it.

Oh my god it's beautiful!

I can't see the girl's face, but I feel an instant surge of a far more familiar type of lust. Her body is nothing special, but with that tattoo running across her I feel an instant desire for her.

I slip the picture from out the protective sleeve and hold it up to the light.

I look up from the photo, Kevin is no where to be seen. I can hear him moving around in the back.

"Hey, I want this." I say loudly.

He sticks his head around the corner and I hold up the photo. He walks over and looks at it for a few seconds then grimaces.

"You have no idea how badly that would hurt." He tells. He runs a finger over the photo.

I listen to his dire warnings of pain and torture, but shrug them off. This picture is by far the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.

I take back the photo looking at it even closer. I wish it were bigger. I only half hear him, then what he's saying registers.

Ink do it! Ink's hands on me! Touching me! Maybe even touching my bare breast!

I shiver in fear at the very idea.

"Could you do it?" I ask without even thinking.

He seems to freeze in place. Ever so slowly he turns to face me. I see his eyes leave my face, traveling down my body. I've had guys checking me out my whole life, but for once I get a thrill at knowing a man is looking at me. Undressing me with his eyes. I have to hide a shiver when I know his eyes are on my cloth-covered crotch.

"I don't..." he starts to say.

"Please." I plead quickly. I hear the near lust in my voice. I look down at the photo in my hands to cover my embarrassment. When I look back up after a second or so our eyes meet. "I would rather it was you. Your friend is nice, but he scares me a bit." 

A bit! A rabid dog snarling at me wouldn't scare me as much.

When he agrees I jump up and rush over to give him a hug.

Oh my god.

His body feels so very good in my arms. For maybe one of the first times in my adult life I'm this close to a man and not afraid. His muscular back is hard under my fingers. I smell his skin, as I press my face into his chest. A strange mixture of scents but none of them are feminine.

I hug him tighter to me, pressing my nipples into the hard muscles of his chest. They ache with need. I feel his face in my hair.

If only I think

If only...

I swear he spends the next day trying to scare the hell out of me!

By the time I'm nearly topless laying on my side on the cold leather tables at the tattoo shop I'm expecting branding irons and cattle prods!

I clinch my teeth together as he starts to do the first line.

When he stops I look down at him. I could murder him I swear.

When I complain he laughs at me. He gently pushes me back down and goes to work.




Tits for Tats Ch. 02



"Ignorant" he called me. I very quickly come to realize he was right. I'm fine for the first minute, or so. Then it begins to become more than just irritation.

As he works the needle slowly across me, he moves his hand along my skin. His wrist and forearm comes to rest directly over the top of my cunny.

I catch and hold my breath as I feel the vibration of the 'Machine' transfer into my sex.

He stops.

"Slow your breath to an even rhythm. Want some music?"

I nod. Oh yea that'll help.

As he goes back to work I have to hide the pleasure shudders that run through me. The pain is intense and focused, but the feeling of his strong hands holding me still grows even as the vibration lessens as he moves up my side.

Then I feel him move over my bottom rib bone.

OH Dear GOD!

It's intensive. So wonderfully focused at so narrow a place. God it Hurts!

A deep moan slips out of me as I feel a near orgasm flutter through me.

And it doesn't stop!

As he works I grit my teeth to not be begging him to stop. All the while hoping he never will. I feel dozens of small quivers run through my clit. How many times I nearly cum I lose count.

Finally after hours of this I don't think I can take even a second more he moves off my ribs and onto the side of my breast. The pain level drops so dramatically I sigh. Then as he moves out closer towards my nipple it begins to resemble the pain pleasure I feel from a nipple clamp...or teeth! That's what it feels like. Small nibbling bites to the side of my breast.

I feel his fingers pressing into the side of my breast holding the skin as the needle enters me.

Looking down I see him coming to the end of his 'stencil'.

"Go further down." I tell him running a finger down to by my nipple. I have to suppress the desire to pinch my nipple as my finger near it.

For several more minutes he works ink closer and closer towards my nipple. I can tell he is right by the edge.

Then he Stops!

I want to groan in frustrated desire. I watch him doing some thing by his tray. I squirm a little as he's occupied. I swear it feel like some one has dumped a warm pudding cup in my crotch!

Don't ask me how I know what that feels like.

I look up as he's back over me.

"Don't move if you can help it." He tells me softly.

"Ok I'll try."

My God I can hear the lust in my voice. I try to not rub my thighs together as he starts back.

OH dear Lord!

His hand closes on my breast as hard as A vice! His fingers sink in as he squeezes. Oh my God how strong his hands are. I've never felt anything like them on my breast before.

I make a joke as I try to not writhe in pleasure.

I watch the clock slowly tick by without him ever removing those strong fingers from me. I'm wondering if I've left a puddle under me yet. I feel saturated, soaked.

Then he's traveling back down my side. As he gets near my ribs again the previous pain looks mild by comparison. I can't help it; I can't keep in the moans of pleasure and pain now. They come out no matter my wishes.

He lets me turn onto my back, which spreads my lips apart against the cloth of my sweat pants. I feel my clit brushing cloth as another near orgasm sends shivers through me.

When he moves off the ribs the lack of pain nearly causes me to have a true orgasm.

I feel him going lower. The vibration of the machine begins to work on me again. Then he crosses my hip. It feels like he's going to tattoo straight into my pussy.

"What are you doing?" I ask looking past my breast. He is looking at the valley between my thigh and the rise above my clit. He never even looks up as he tells me about the rose petals.

My clit is all but buzzing from the vibration of his tattoo machine. His fingers on my skin fell hot as fire. My face is covered with sweat as I reach down.

I catch my sweat pants and pull them lower feeling the tape pull at my skin. I beg him to go lower to do more.

Then lower still.

"The curtains don't match the drapes because there aren't any drapes." He says with a chuckle.

His voice breaks the spell. Suddenly he's my brother again. I feel my face flush as the knowledge that he's staring at my shaved pussy hit's me. I don't think he can see my clit. I don't think I've pulled them down that low.

It's a relief when he calls for a break.

The near constant state of 'almost' cumming has me worn down. That and the pain. Although I'm enjoying it it's still taking a toll. I sip gratefully at the cold soda he offers me.

I listen to him describing how he was tattooed with a shudder of horror at the pain he must have endured.

Or are the shudders of lust.

I have to get up. When I slip off the table I'm half-afraid I'm making squishing sounds as I walk. Like some one with wet shoes. Squish, squish, squish, squish.

Looking in the mirror it looks incredible and incomplete at the same time. Like seeing the Mona Lisa with out her smile done yet. I reach up to touch the dragon.

"Ahh! Fuck!"

Oh God damn that hurt, and not the good kind.

"Sore?" I hear asked sweetly behind me.

I look back at him with my best if looks could kill stare.

"You know it is."

He laughs at me and in a round about way says I told you so.

Smart alec I walk over to him watching him stretch. The play of his muscles under his shirt is mesmerizing. I know it's something I could watch all day.

I glance down at my dragon to stop myself from staring. He is so cute I want to pet him but once was enough. My eyes drift past him to Kevin's pants.

His cock is a hard bulge to the left of his zipper.

"Having fun?" I know he is even before he nods. That I have him this hot is a good revenge for the 'I told you so'. That he's as hot as I am though puts me back in the mood for more.

I reach up under the paper bib. I gasp as my fingers brush my nipple. I pull off the X of tape and let it fall to the floor.

"You rested enough?" I ask him wetting my lips. Not waiting for his answer I lay back down and stretch out.

The anticipation as he pulls on his gloves is incredibly intense. I know now that the feel of latex gloves on my skin will be a turn on for the rest of my life.

He starts back by my crotch, the cluster of needles he's using feels like a woman's sharp fingernail digging into my skin.

He has to hold me down as I writhe like a cat in heat under his hands. The strong domination of that is familiar enough to be a little frightening, but it adds spice to what I'm feeling. His firm hand keeps me in place as I'm in pain however brings back memories I quickly block out

He stops when I ask. I move closer to him. The nearness of Kevin helps. My strong brother's presence chases away the memories of a dead man.

I can't stop my moans now. Even keeping them soft is almost more that I can manage. I'm in more pain than I've ever felt, but I don't want it to end. I shudder in pleasure and whimper in pain at the same time.

I feel his hand slide under my breast, his fingers resting in the damp heat. As he starts to move out onto my breast I finally can't take anymore.

"I need to move my arms." I tell him.

"Okay." He answers the buzzing stops.

I move one hand around behind me. I can feel the heat of him, he's so close. I place my other hand low on my stomach. Pushing down below my belly button I make my clit slide across my sweat pants fabric. The sensation is just enough.

I feel his hand come to rest on top of my breast again. The waxy feel of the gloves across my nipple sends shivers through me.

Oh, oh god!

He stands up as I squirm, I feel his pants brush against me. I move towards him a little more till I feel his hard cock pressed against the cheek of my ass.

As he works I move against him. I feel him like a bar of steel pressed against my hip. My brother is hard for me. My brother wants to fuck me. The very idea of that is so incredibly naughty I moan.

I can't help it my fingers go under the cloth and to my wet clit. Almost as soon as I start to rub myself he stops.

I want to scream at this teasing.

As he gets a new needle I rub franticly at my clit.

Then he's back holding me firmly in place. He pauses, I see his eyes watching my hand moving under my sweat pants.

My brother is watching me play with myself! Oh god I need to cum!

"Oh Kev. Do it. Please" I beg.

This needle feels so different than the other one I shudder in pain; deep-throated moans of pleasure leave my lips.

"Oh Kev it hurts."

"I know Sis. I know." He says softly.

I can hear his need in his voice. I decide then to do something completely new to me. I fumble his pants open and take a man's cock into my hand for the first time in my life. Willingly anyway.

His fingers tighten on my breast, my nipple is pinched between them as he hold me.

"Sara? Oh Sis..."

I stroke his hard flesh, so very different from the toys Alex used, or even the surgically made cock Sam had.

I realize he has stopped. Opening my eyes I look up at him, at his face. It's shining with a thin coat of sweat. For once in my life a man with lust in his eyes doesn't scare me at all.

"Don't stop the tattoo." I beg him as I pull on the silk skin of his hard cock.

He nods.

I writhe and moan for what feels like forever under the burning hot needle. His hands seem to fly across me now. First here, then there. I can't anticipate where the pain will be coming from it makes me jumpy.

My clit feels raw under my fingers. In my heat I've scratched myself. Compared to the tattooing the pain is nothing, but it's just distracting enough to keep me from cumming.

I take out my frustrations on the cock in my hand. I pull harder and harder on it making Kevin groan. I can tell he wants to stop but he doesn't. The tattoo machine flies across my skin.

Then he does it. He gives me the focus I needed. He runs the needles out onto my nipple itself.

As the metal pierces the darker skin of my aureola, I feel it finally taking me. He circles my nipple holding it out from my breast taunt. I start to cum with a violence I've never felt before.

"Oh, Oh, OH GOD! YES! Oh fuck that hurts so good."

My body leaves my control as I thrash in pleasure, and writhe in pain. My fingers are franticly moving on both myself and on him.

"Kevin!" I scream out the name of the lover giving me such pleasure.

I hear a groan then hot cum hits my back.

OH MY FUCKING GOD NO!

The terror at that hated feeling so long repressed... memories of pain and disgust.

Shaking in hysterical fear I spin on the table and wrap my brother in my arms seeking his protection.

I clutch at him pulling him to me as I tremble in terror. Whispering his name like a protective chant to protect me from a man years in the grave, but still causing me fear and pain.

It takes me a long time to finally calm down. I lean back a little and look at his face.

Kevin. My wonderful brother. I brush my fingers across his face.

My lover?

I feel that hated feeling of a man's cum running down me.

I lean back into his chest. Only then do I realize I'm still holding his cock. With almost emotionless curiosity I move my hand over it as it softens. A dribble of cum leaves the head to run down my wrist.

Strange the feeling of it on my hand. So very different from the terror inducing, disgusting feeling of it hitting my back.

He cum on my back.

I look up again to reassure myself its Kevin. When I see him about to speak I stop his words with my fingers.

I can still see his need. Male need. I feel a tremble of the old terror.

"Kevin I want you to know if you weren't my brother I would stroke this hard again and have you in me in a second." I lie to him, then tell him the truth. "That hurt so bad and felt so good. But...I can't."

He takes my fingers from his lips and licks them.

He understands. He's kind. He seems to hide what he's thinking in his work, telling me things I can't focus on.

"Sis?"

I look up at his eyes.

"Hum?"

"You're going to have to let go of me." He says softly.

Looking down I realize I have a death grip on his cock. I can feel it even growing a little hard again.

"I don't want to. Oh god Kev I don't want to." I tell him in a whisper.

His hand catches my hair hard and he tilts up my face.

His lips are hard and warm against mine, yet soft and utterly masculine.

Except?

I realize what I'm tasting on his lips is myself!

I've given my brother a taste of my juices! I ever so slowly turn lose of his hardening cock. I know if I don't I will soon be doing something I've never done before. 

Letting a man willingly inside myself.

As he steps away to do something I wipe away tears from both my eyes. I catch the smells on my fingers. Female on my right hand, male on my left.

I cup my mouth with both and breathe in both scents together for the first time.

The need for sex is still there even though I'm spent. The unfamiliar scent, musty and masculine in a way that Sam never matched, is an aphrodisiac. I watch Kevin move around the shop. He comes back with a roll of plastic wrap.

The water, so shockingly cold hours ago now, feels like heaven's own gift. He wipes me down then wraps me in plastic.

I let him drive us back home. My body is flooding with emotions.

I unlock the door to the apartment, when he follows me in I feel uncomfortable about having a man in my place for the first time.

That Kevin has gone from being my brother to a man is disturbing. That his cock was in my hand an hour or so ago is surreal.

I move gingerly. The skin down my side feels like incredibly bad sunburn, and my clit is a raw bud of scratched flesh. My nipple is a tortured point of heat under my shirt. That it's covered in the thin plastic is no comfort.

I go to the bathroom. I see his face as I close the door. I know Kevin is confused, maybe hurt emotionally by my refusal but I can't focus on him just yet.

I sit on the toilet weeping in pain. It was so ecstatic, erotically enjoyable for so very long. Now? It's simply pain and a lot of it.

Whipping myself I look down at the paper and see the blood smear. Oh great! On top of every thing else just what I needed a visit from the 'Fuck you Fairy'.

When I come out the bathroom I see Kevin sitting so dejected my heart melts. Going to him I give him as much of a hug as tortured flesh will allow.

"I'm so sorry Sara. What did I do wrong?" he asks me. He's almost child like again. I begin to realize the damage I may have done to him. 

"No I'm the one who's sorry Kev. You didn't do anything wrong. It's me." I shrug. "Your sister is a bit screwed up."

I run my hand over the short soft hair on the back and top of his head. His hair is cut so short it's nearly military.

He looks down at his hands. He's been wringing them incessantly since I stepped out the bathroom.

"I hurt you badly. I enjoyed doing it." He says in a whisper. "Like dad."

I knell down and catch his hands in mine stilling them.

"Kevin listen to me please."

He slowly looks up.

"You're not our father. Your nothing like him. What you did to me I let you do. I consented to it being done. I enjoyed it." I shrug and give a little grin. "Like I said I'm screwed up. Your not, nor will you ever be like him."

I don't know who I'm trying to convince him or me.

My knee is on something sharp. He sees me flinch when I move.

"You need to unwrap the tat. No creams or lotions and what ever you do no Neosporin. It will start to itch tomorrow. If I see you scratching I'll tape your hands behind your back."

I grin.

"Oh really? Sounds like fun." I tease.

He smiles and shakes his head.

We eat dinner watching TV, or I try to anyway. I'm hurting to bad to want to eat. I give him a small kiss as I head for my room. I pause by the door wanting to invite him to my bed, but afraid to do so.

"Good night Kevin." I whisper.

"Sweat dreams Sara." He answers me just as softly

Hard hands holding me down! The crack of leather, the hot blaze of pain across my thighs.

I look up into eyes that glow with lust and a grin full of pleasure at the pain he's causing. He swings again.

I scream, the belt tears into my ass cheek!

"Sara?"

I lay whimpering on the bed, blood running down my inner thigh. 

"Sara wake up!

My eyes pop open, and I look into Kevin's face. I see him looming over me and for a second I'm terrified of him. Then the compassion on his face calms me. I start to cry.

He lifts me up into his arms. Sitting on the bed he rocks me as I cry and cry.

"It's ok Sara. I'm here.' He tells me softly over and over.

I cry myself back to sleep with him holding me protectively.

When I wake Kevin is sitting with his back against the headboard asleep. He's still holding me.

"Kevin."

His eyes pop open.

"Good morning Sis."

I smile

"Good morning brother."

He brushes blond hair back out my eyes.

"Want to tell me about it?" he asks.

I shake my head no.

"It was just a bad dream. I get them from time to time. I blacked both of Alex's eyes one time waking up from one."

"Alex?" I can hear jealousy in his tone as he asks.

"You remember her. Alexandra, my year at school. Short hair, constantly changing color."

He gives a nod, looking relieved. I can see a question starting to form, but he doesn't ask it.

"What?" I ask.

I can see him about to ask then he shakes his head. He reaches over to the side of the bed and picks up the jar of numbing cream.

"You can't use this on your tattoo, I'm afraid. I meant to grab you something at the shop last night, but it slipped my mind. When you drop me off don't leave. I'll run in and grab you something that will help the itching and not pull out color."

As he says it I notice it. I suddenly have an almost over powering desire to scratch.

He gets up slowly; I can tell his legs must be asleep by the way he is walking.

As he walks away I feel a bit of panic hit me.

"Kevin!"

He turns and looks back at me startled. I take a deep breath settling my nerves.

"I want you to do something for me." I say softly.

"Ok."

I chuckle.

"Don't agree to do something for a woman without knowing what it is." I tell him smiling.

He grins then shrugs.

"I figure you won't ask for anything I wouldn't be willing to do."

I inwardly shudder at the trust that implies. I swallow a lump in my throat.

"Move in here.' I pat the bed beside me gently. "Sleep here next to me. Keep away the bad dreams."

He looks at me without speaking for several seconds then hesitantly nods.

"My lord girl you look like you been in a car wreck." Madison looks me over concerned.

I smile tired.

"Kev gave me a tattoo. I'm in a bit of pain. Had a nightmare last night, and to top it all I started."

She looks at me sympathetically.

"So where's the tattoo?" I hear from behind me. Looking over my shoulder I see my boss. Troy is looking me up and down looking at exposed skin.

I pull up the side of my shirt. My whole side shines from the cream Kevin gave me. I know without looking I'm bright red all down that side.

"Wow." Says Madison. She moves to touch me. I swear I jump three feet to get away from her fingers.

"No, no. No touching."

Troy chuckles.

"Well it's got a lot of healing to go, but from what I can see it looks incredible." He tilts his head a little. "Where does that thing end?"

"One end is in the valley, the other is on the mountain top." I tell him grinning.

He shakes his head chuckling. Madison looks at me as he walks away.

"So how is it going with you and Kevin?" she asks me quietly.

"It's a little weird. I keep getting bad memories cropping up. I guess I would be doing that with any man though." I shrug then flinch. Must stop doing that till I heal.

"I..." Madison stops and looks a little embarrassed. "I asked a few people. People you don't know for their opinion. I was trying to get my head around the idea and thought it might help. The opinion of most hasn't been good. They said every time they had heard about a brother and sister together it hasn't ended well."




Tits for Tats Ch. 02



I nod slowly.

"We don't have any family. It's just him and me." I tell her softly. "No mater what we will be close."

She huffs.

"Yea, but that doesn't mean you have to be flat on your back with him between your legs!" She shudders. "God the idea alone could curdle milk. Gah! Men! Yuck!"

I watch her walk away to the stage and smile as I see her flirting with the guys by the stage. I seriously wonder about her some times. In minuets she's smiling and stripped down to her g-string. It soon looks like a grass skirt from all the bills hanging off it.

It's late in my shift and my replacement isn't here yet. I hope he gets here soon my feet are killing me. I look up hearing money rustle in my tip jar.

I see Ink waving a fifty in the bowl. He grins at me and lets it drop.

"Captain Morgan's if you please. For two" he says with a grin. I see Mary behind him.

Looking past her I see Kevin. He's looking at the stage with wide eyes. He looks around the club with wonder.

I see it then. Watching him watch a girl named Jessica do what she calls dancing. Reminds me of a seizure

He was only sixteen when...

Oh god what have I done?

I mix Ink and Mary's drinks by habit. Mary smiles at me as she takes hers. I watch them go to a table by the stage. Kevin comes over to the bar.

"Hey Sis. It was Ink's idea, I swear."

I nod. Grabbing a bottle of beer from the ice I hold it towards him. At his nod I pop the top.

He watches Jessica finish up. I can see it on his face.

That he was a virgin never even occurred to me. I've invited a virgin to sleep next to me after giving him a hand job, then telling him I wont have sex with him. Why the fuck don't I just heat up some hot irons and get a rack ready while I'm at it. Jesus!

He leans on the bar and drinks his beer and we watch laughing as Ink and Mary play with the next two dancers. They both tip well while making comments that make the dancers laugh. Mary even gets up and shakes her tits at the second. In truth she has the bigger, nicer looking chest.

I glance up from the tray of shots I'm pouring when I hear Madison's music come on. As she takes the stage I tap Kevin on the arm. He turns to me.

"She's a friend of mine. Go tip her, tell her who you are." I hold out a few bills from my tip jar, but he waves them off. Taking his second beer he walks to the stage.

Madison watches him walk up and starts to dance sexy for him for a minute. I see him pull a money clip from his pocket and pull off a bill. She crouches down and spreads her thighs. She wiggles when he tucks the bill into the front of her g-string. Then she looks over at me in surprise. I nod.

She looks back at him and closes her legs shaking a finger at him. The naughty boy. She starts to dance slowly talking to him. He shakes his head. She reaches up and catches the front clasp of her bra. For a few seconds she holds it open then close it back. It's just a flash of between her breast, then she asks something else.

I see her mouth the words 'come on'.

Kevin slowly nods.

Madison opens her top displaying her large breast with the pierced nipples. Ink gives a whoop! Mary a loud whistle.

Kevin catches the bottom of his shirt and strips it off over his head. Under the house lights that make anyone look good he looks like a tattooed god.

"Oh my he is gorgeous."

I look to Troy. He looks at Kevin with appreciative longing.

"Sorry Troy, but he doesn't swing that way." I tell him grinning.

"Oh really? Look."

I look back and laugh seeing Ink trying to stuff a bill into Kevin's pants. Over the music I can make out him telling Kevin to shake it little boy. Both Madison and Mary are laughing. So are several others in the club are as well. Madison kneels down beside Mary and says something to her. Mary nods then stands up quickly running a bill up Madison's thigh. I see her hand go deep between my friend's thighs. Madison gives a wiggle then leans down and kisses Mary.

Ink stops harassing Kevin and watches. He grabs up a chair from another table and pulls Kevin down into the one beside him to watch.

My eyes go to Kevin. Seeing him laughing and joking with his friends I feel my heart soar to see him so happy.

"You poor girl."

I turn to look at Troy. He's looking at me with sad knowing eyes.

"What do you mean?" I ask sharply.

Troy smiles.

"You know."

I watch him walk away towards the back. I look up and see Kevin watching me. With a naked woman on the stage his eyes are on me.

Yea I know.

I'm in love with my brother.

I wake late in the night. I still have a bit of a buzz. I slide out the bed trying not to disturb Kevin. Looking back I see his eyes shining back at me.

"Bathroom." I tell him softly. His eyes close slowly never leaving me till they do. The apartment is quite, the neighbors asleep. I leave off the light and make my way to the bathroom. The nightlight in there is enough to see by.

Reaching between my lips I catch the string and pull the blood sodden mess out of me with a shudder.

As I pee I find my thoughts a long way off. Back to the only time my Mom ever stood up to our father. He had come into my room to whip me for leaving blood on the toilet seat. He had swung only a few times when she walked by and asked what I was being disciplined for. When he told her she stepped into the room and caught the belt.

It's one of the few good memories I have of my Mother.

I get cleaned up and another vampire tea bag inserted. I head back to my room, but stop at the door.

The smell of a man, masculine and spicy from his deodorant hangs in the air. It's so out of place it stops me from entering my own bedroom.

I see Kevin in the dark. He sleeps on his back for the most part, but I've yet to hear a snore from him. As I step into the room his eyes open.

The faint light from the street lamp outside makes his eyes shine in the dark. I'm again reminded of a wolf. He watches me as I cross the room and curl up next to him. His arm surrounds me protectively.

"I love you Kevin." I say in a whisper. I didn't expect him to hear, but he does.

"I love you too Sara."

I lean my head onto his chest. His chest hair tickles my nose as my face come to rest on the shadowy bands of tattooing that wrap his side. They play shadow games with the lighter skin. I listen to his heart beating under my ear as his hand comes to rest in my hair. Memories of my time with Sam and similar nights came to mind. The hormones he took had given him sparse chest hair. It clung around his nipples in a faint shadowing of hair. One of the few give away that he hadn't been born a man those nipples.

Kevin moves his hand in my hair almost petting me.

Smiling I remember when Sam would play at being masculine and force my head down onto his 'cock'. The surgically made organ, an extension of the skin on his lower abdomen really, never got hard of course. No mater how long I would suck at it. He had to slide a small plastic rod up inside it to make it do that.

As I drift back into sleep my mind wanders to the idea of what Kevin's cock might be like in my mouth.

My right arm asleep under me might have had something to do with me waking up. A glance at the clock shows me it's twenty to six. I know that Kevin will be waking up in exactly twenty minutes. He may go back to sleep, but he will wake.

I look down his stomach, one of the few non-tattooed places on his upper body. My breath catches seeing the rise in his sweat pants.

Sitting up a little I look at his face. He breaths slow and even for a second of so more then his eyes snap open focused on mine. It startles me for a second then he smiles.

"What's got you awake before the crack of noon?" he asks softly.

I chuckle.

"Someone pitching a tent a few feet from my head." I tell him teasingly.

He looks confused for a second then sees what I'm talking about. He looks embarrassed then shrugs.

"Sorry no control over that."

I see the line. I know it's there. I don't even consider not crossing it again.

Looking down at his crotch I slide my hand across his stomach, under the elastic of his sweat pants and onto his cock. He is rock hard and hot as fire in my hand.

"Sara?"

"Shush." I hiss through my teeth. I look up at his face, and smile softly. "Do you trust me?"

He nods.

"I may not be willing to have you inside me, but that doesn't mean I'll watch you suffer either."

Turning him lose I get up onto my knees beside him. I catch the sides of his sweat pants by his hips and pull them out from under him. I lift them up and over his cock.

I look at him in the growing light from the window. A man's cock. A real man's cock. I feel a momentary bit of guilt to Sam for that thought. He tried so hard to be what he wasn't born to be.

When I wrap my fingers back around the base an inch still pokes out above my fingers. Plus the head. It sits dark purple and round at the top. I look past his cock to his muscular thighs.

"Why didn't you tattoo your legs?" I ask as I start to slowly move my hand.

He shifts a little.

"Ink got paroled. I could have done some of it but not all and I want it to have a consistent look." He's watching my face. I see a shiver run through him.

"Feel good?" I ask smiling. I know it does. When he nods I look down at my hand.

My fingers run up him. The feeling of his cock is so strange to me that I don't know what to do with it. Hated memories I pushed into the past I will not recall to teach me how to give a man pleasure. I decide to learn by trial and error.

A real hands on. I think to myself with an inner chuckle.

I drag my nails across the underside he shudders in response. I squeeze the top just under the head. He groans. I pull the skin down to hard he flinches. Slowly I learn. I watch his face. I see the lust there... lust for me. This time though I'm the one in control. I control the man's lust!

The feeling of that is over powering to me.

His chest is rising and falling in a near pant.

"Slow you breathing. Wouldn't want you passing out on me." I tell him smiling.

He chuckles.

"I wouldn't want that either. This feels to good to want to miss out on."

I smile at that. I run my thumb over the head. The tip is shinning with slick bubbles of desire.

Curiosity prompts me to do what I have never done except with Sam. Leaning in I lick the tip of his cock. The taste is tart and sweat at the same time. I lick the head of him clean of this and then taking the tip pinto my mouth suck lightly to try to get more.

"Oh my god! Sara that feels..." he leans his head back into the pillows and moans.

I let my teeth gently catch under the head as I lick the top. I feel my face suck in under the pressure I'm putting to him. I try to take him deeper. I lick the underside as he slips deeper into my mouth.

Opening my eyes I look down and see his balls just inches from my face. The skin on them seems to move by itself as he flexes his cock in my mouth. I reach down and cup them in my hand. The feel hot and heavy. Moving my fingers I feel the two hard lumps moving in the sack of skin. They tense up as I give them a light squeeze.

I notice then that my mouth has kept up a near constant suck and lick while I've been distracted. My throat feels more open so I try something.

Opening my mouth and covering my teeth with my lips I slide down towards the base of him. I feel the round head of his cock go to the back of my mouth and brush the top of my throat. It plugs off my air; I have to fight the panic I feel at that then pulling back a little I take a deep breath. Lungs full I push down taking him further into my mouth. The head turns and moves down into my throat I have to fight the urge to gag as it starts.

I pull back up off him quickly when it gets the better of me.

Glancing up I see his eyes on me. I softly smile. He's panting and I notice then that he has been moaning almost non-stop the whole time.

"Are you close?" I ask softly. I lick the head.

"Very." He says in a breathy whisper.

"I've never had a man cum in my mouth before. I make no promises of being able to swallow." I tell him not believing what I'm hearing myself say. "Cum for me little brother."

Leaning in I take him all the way back inside. The hot feel of him in my mouth. Like filling your mouth with too big a piece of steak, unable to chew it small but not sure what else to do. Afraid if you swallow it the size it is you'll choke to death. All of these thoughts fun through my mind as I suck hard on him. I lick the underside of his cock from the head to the base as I slide up and down him. I let my teeth scrape the top and bottom, he's not complaining about it and it makes it easier on my mouth.

I'm starting to wonder if my jaw is going to ache like this all the time when I hear him suck in air.

"OH Sara! Oh my god. Sara yes!"

I pull up just as I feel the size of him expand just a little. It's like a pulse of thickening then I'm feeling a slick wad of liquid on my tongue. It hits the back of my mouth and runs down towards the back of my throat. Then there is another, and another.

The taste hits me then. The feeling that I've mixed raw egg yoke with bleach and salt and taken spoons full of it almost makes me gag. I pull up off him just as the last spurt shoots out. I feel it hit my lips and chin. The smell is overpowering the taste. Rolling over the side of the bed I grab up a piece of discarded clothing and spit the viscous stuff out. I wipe my chin clean.

Shuddering I look back at him. He's watching me with concern. I hold up a hand not trusting myself to talk. Getting up I go to the kitchen and grab out a soda. Half of it bubble washes my mouth clean before I'm no longer tasting cum. I grab him a soda and go back to the bedroom. 

He's sitting where I left him with a mixture of looks on his face. I notice he's covered his cock back up. I hand him his soda as I sit down on the bed beside him. I take another sip of mine as the salt bleach taste starts to return.

"I'm sorry Sar..." he tries to say but I wave him off.

"Don't be. Just wasn't what I was expecting it to taste like. You like kind of ooze a little when you're hard. That was kind of sweet. When you came I was expecting it to taste like that." I shake my head. I take another sip. "I probably should have tasted it before I let you fully cum in my mouth." I give a shrug.

Finishing my soda I'm tempted to either steal the rest of his or go get another.

"Sara?"

I look up into his lovely eyes. I smile to take away the last of the worry from him.

"Yea Kev?'

He takes a deep breath and swallows.

"Could I taste you?"

My breath catches in my throat. I look at his face. The face he wants to put between my thighs. The mouth that will be making me moan. I shift a little. I can feel a need for that to be done. I want it so bad it's insane.

I also feel that hated little string and the thick plugged feeling inside me.

"You can't right now Kev. I'm on my period."

The disappointment on his face is erotic. To know that he wanted to do that to me that badly.

"Come here."

I lay down beside him and caress his head. Looking into his face I kiss him softly on the lips.

"As soon as I stop spotting I'll let you." I brush his face. I feel his hand hesitantly touching my hip. Then my waist.

Reaching down I pull my shirt up and over my head till it's under me. My nipples perk in the cool air. The left one aches from the painfully sore tattooing.

"Taste here instead." I touch my nipple. "Gently though, they are sore at this time of the month."

I watch his face as he draws closer to me. Then the feeling of his lip's closing around me. My nipple being pulled up into his mouth. It hurts a little from even the light suction. Licking my fingers I run my hand down across my stomach and slide past the sore skin to my clit. I rub some of the spit across my clit and gently start to circle it as Kevin sucks.

I turn a little till I'm on my back looking up at the light. I arch myself up towards my fingers.

His mouth shifts to the other nipple.

"OH dear Christ!"

The pain as it hits me sends streaks of agony from my nipple to my brain and from my brain right to my clit.

I shudder as he sucks on the tattooed skin I feel his tongue lashing my nipple like it's made of fire.

My fingers take up a frantic pace.

Then I feel his hand lightly run down my side to my crotch.

Following the Tattoo!

I flinch and shiver then I catch his wrist as his hand slips under my panties.

"Kev?"

I look at his face. I feel his power then as he pushes against me. His fingers slide down and across the rose pedals to my clit.

"Oh Fuck!" I scream as he starts to finger my clit. Then the outer lips. Playing with the hot flesh.

His mouth moves back to my other breast but his teeth clamp down on the nipple. The tattooed one aches in sympathy as I moan.

I feel his fingers touch the little string. He gives it a light tug.

"Leave that be or it will get very messy." I moan to him. 

I see him nod as he continues to explore my pussy.

The first he has ever touched!

The knowledge of that comes to me in a flash. He's never had a hand between a woman's legs before.

"Feel the lips?"

"Yea." He answers softly.

"You can tug on those a little if you want. It feels good." He does so. I moan, couldn't help it if I wanted to. "Okay...at the top is my clit. Feels like a little nub...yea right there. Oh yea that's it."

I catch his wrist.

"Gently, please. Oh...yea just like that." I struggle just to breathe as he rubs at my clit. I bring my finger to my face. They are strong with my scent. Giving a little lick I don't taste pennies. I turn towards him. I place my fingers to his mouth. 

I see his nose flare then his tongue is licking all around my fingers. I push them into his mouth feeling his warm lips stripping them of my scent.

His fingers go lower.

"Kevin your right above me hole there. Don't push in too deep of you may not like what happens." I feel him sink a finger into me.

Some times that's all it takes.

I arch my back up off the bed as I scream out. 

"Oh...sweet...fuck YES!"

The pleasure spasms seem to jump from my clit to my knees and back making my legs jump. My body jerks beyond my control as I moan my way through a very strong orgasm.

Then I'm gut punched!

I roll over away from him as the cramp hits me like a solid blow to my ovary.

"Sara?" I hear him ask in concern as I try to catch my breath. As second cramp takes away that little bit of air.

"SARA!"

"Its ok Kevin." I tell him as I pant. "Not your fault. It's just a cramp." Just a cramp? Like a kick to the head is just a tap. Sweating I lay on my side. Trying not to move.

I feel him curl up against me. His chest to my back. His arm comes around me holding me. I snuggle into the warmth.

That's when I notice the hard feeling of him against my ass cheek. As I finally get my breath. I chuckle.

"Damn someone got hard again quick." I move just a little. Not feeling any more pain I move again.

His hand comes to rest against my hip. His fingers touch the edge of the tattoo. It's a sharp shock like a bee sting. I flinch.

"Sara?"

"It's alright Kevin." I touch his hand and move it back just a bit. Sliding my hand around us I rub across his cock. I pull it out his sweat pants to lay bare against my panties.

I remember something Sam liked to do then. I catch the side of my panties and peel them down off my hip. Catching Kevin I guide him till he rests between the cheeks of my ass.

"Just keep it there." I move against him a little. He slides down the cheeks then back up as I move. I settle into his embrace.

He pulls me to him.

"Are you really ok Sara?"

I feel his cock like a hot bar of metal between my ass cheeks. My brothers cock. Kevin's cock.




Tits for Tats Ch. 02



My lovers cock.

"I don't think I have ever been better."



Tits for Tats Ch. 03



Tat or Tail


My father? Why the fuck do you want to know about him? The fucker was a drunk.

I sit tapping my finger next to the mouse. The decision jumping from between yes and no in my brain.

"That's the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life." I hear Mary say in a whisper behind me. She bends down and leans across the back of my chair.

I have to nod in agreement.

I mean how often do you get to see a sister give her brother a hand job. When you know the both of them.

Running my finger up onto the mouse I stop. The arrow sits poised.

"I think he may have done a better job on hers than you did on mine."

Smirking a little I look back over my shoulder at her.

"I don't remember you ever giving me a handjob while I was tattooing you." My eyes go to where I know the dragon I did rests just under her shirt. I look up into her dark eyes.

"Yea he did a better job, I taught him well."

"Ink you have absolutely no humility." She tells me looking away from me and back up at the screen. I follow her gaze back to the screen. I watch Kevin clean his sister up. I see her wincing now that it's finished.

Moving my hand like a snake to the mouse, I click the button before I can give myself time to think.

The security feed erases.

"Hey! What did you do that for?" she asks.

Turning my chair from the computer screen I look towards her. I look up at Mary, her beautiful body backlit by the front windows. Fuck I'm horny.

"That recording in the hands of the police...ten years more time for Kevin. He just violated his parole. On camera." I glance up at motion by the door. "Shit there he is don't say anything okay?"

"Sure Ink."

I watch Mary go back to her desk. She says hi to my old cellmate like nothings, nothing.

I have to look hard to see the scrawny boy I was locked up with. Some of the other cons would have seen him as a god send. Young fresh meat to be used whenever the need arose. Hell several asked to buy him from me those first weeks.

"Hey Ink."

"Morning Kev. How did the tattoo for your sister go?"

I watch him go to one of the cabinets where we keep supplies.

"Oh...it went well. She's more than a little sore and starting to itch. I'm going to get her some of the goo. I'll be right back in."

"Sure. Hey did you get a picture?" I ask knowing he didn't

I smile, without it touching my lips, when I see his hesitation.

"It really needs to heal. I want to get one when I've done the finish work. Right now it's just a mess of red skin and colored scabs." He tells me rolling the jar in his hands nervously.

"Sure, just don't forget to get one once you're done."

Turning back to the computer I pull out his client list and mine and start looking over the names. His skills improved since I was in the House with him. I've watched his work since I hired him but I now know he can do better. I start sending posts out to some of my more select clients.

I hesitate over one. As beautiful as his sister is this woman is a goddess on high heels. I smirk. No I'll keep her. Who knows I may give his sex tattooing a try. 

When he comes back in he opens the door for his first client of the day. He's just getting started when I hear Mary sing out with 

"Welcome to Hell. Oh, hey Yank."

Cussing the growing arthritis in my hands, I set up my station. I look up when big Yank comes walking over, the buck toothed bastard. He still looks like he could gnaw his way through a rhino's ass. Sixteen hours of total work and his back piece is still half done. I look at his massive hairy back as he shrugs off his colors and sits down. I get out my razor. Fuck with him I almost need a weed whacker!

All my beautiful work hidden under a pelt!

"Oh well pays the bills." I mutter under my breath as I pop the clutch and throttle up the foot pedal on my 'machine' to quote Kevin.

"This is my rifle, this is my gun. Never though of that." I chuckle to myself as I start to tattoo.

The hours tattooing may fly by for some, but for me they are a slow grind of torture. My back starts to hurt after the first half-hour of so, then it becomes a constant ache. Then the carpal tunnel starts to numb my fingers. Kind of hard to do good work when you can't feel two of your fingers and your thumb. I'm use to it though.

What I'm not use too are my glasses. They sit perched on my nose, the frames distracting me. I have to use my forearm to push them up not wanting to contaminate them with my gloved hands.

All those years tatting in the House with no gloves and I never caught a damn thing. I'll be fucked if I will let myself get something now.

I listen to Kevin talking with his client. I've never been good at that. Not even in the House. Oh I could talk, the talk. Make the Brothers shut up, the Chicano habla, and the Skins not give me hell. I could even make the 'Man' look away when they searched my cell. I would let them find nothing and be happy they found it.

But Kevin? He could talk to a monster and have him laughing. I saw him sit for hours with stone cold killers. Guys who would just as soon slit your throat as look at you. Kevin. They loved. That kind of respect in the house you can't make you got to earn.

Killed your old man with a baseball bat at sixteen to protect your sister. That's one damn good way.

I remember his first day on the yard. I was trying to show him where to step. I turned around and what the hell do I see? He's at one of the weight benches. Spotting for this muscled gorilla named 'Snap' That sick mother fucker got the nickname from his love of the sound a persons neck makes... when you break it!

Snap? Was laughing and joking with Kevin like they were old friends. I watched shaking my head when the other muscle heads started to show him how to do lifts the right way.

First day in the yard most new meats is just that 'meat'. Not Kevin.

Sitting massaging my hand, I'm watching him work. He handles his tools with a professional grace I never taught.

I suppose every teacher must feel this. That feeling of pride when a student can surpass the teacher. That feeling of envy and jealousy can't be unknown either.

I still know a hell of a lot more of course.

I made a lot of mistakes when I was his age, things I can teach him to avoid.

I chuckle thinking about the loaded thirty-eight in the drawer of my station.

"Maybe I need to get him to teach me a few things as well." I say under my breath.

Looking over I see Mary watching me with concern. Can't say I blame her much. Her livelihoods in the hands of an old tattooer with his back going out, his hands going numb. I give her a wink.

"Kevin when you get that done were going out. Mary get your glad rags on. Were going to go party!"

"Whoo oho. Where we going?' she asks as she starts to shut down her computer and clean up her desk.

I look over to Kevin and grin.

"Strip club."

I see Kevin look up at me with his eyes going wide. I chuckle.

You see I know.



My old truck rumbles to a stop in the parking lot. Mary pulls her 'mustything' up next to me and I look over at her as I open the door. I grin seeing her flash a tit at me.

"Come on Kev."

They card him at the door. Mary too. Me they just pass through. The fuckers!

As we walk in the music is what I would expect for this kind of place. Loud rhythmic and distracting. Well looking at the stage maybe she needs it. The girl looks more like she's having some kind of spasm than dancing. I see Sara behind the bar. Knowing what's under her shirt like I do now I grin. Damn that girl is hot.

"Curtains don't match the drapes huh?" I chuckle to myself as I walk over towards the bar. Feeling generous I pull a fifty from my wallet and hold it over her tip jar. 

When I rustle it through her tips she looks up like a bee stung her. Good girl already got that reflex in place. I grin at her as I drop the bill.

"Captain Morgan's' if you please. For two."

I watch her pouring the tray of shots and two mixed drinks with a skill I know from her brother. Wonder if it runs in the family? I take my drinks and point Mary towards at table by the stage.

I glance over at Kevin talking to his sister a few times. I exchange a few glances with Mary that say volumes. Drinking the fiery sweet rum I feel the ache slowly disappear from my hands. 

The next two girls are a lot better dancers. Before they are done I'm glad I grabbed the petty cash from the shop. The feeling of their skin when I slide singles into g-strings soon has me hardening. I look over at Mary. She grins at me. I know, from long conversations with her under the covers after sex, that she is getting wet as hell from these girls.

I may not be the best tattooer in my shop anymore, but I'm going to get me some pussy tonight.

I glance over to Kevin as I see him move away from his sister towards the stage. From the look in Sara's eyes Kevin may as well.

The girl that takes the stage is hot as hell. Long sexy legs to thick thighs, tight ass to large breast. I can see the piercing pushing up through her top.

The idea of getting that going in the shop again comes to the surface. I know a few people I can call. Hell I know a couple that would teach me how to do it. My hands might thank me soon. The vibration of my 'gun' is getting to me.

It's my damn shop I'll call it what ever I want!

I watch with a grin as I see my apprentice slide a bill up the inside of the girl's thigh. I know from where he put his fingers he just had to touch her pussy.

When she opens her top and those huge tits come out I can't help the whoop that leaves my mouth.

I grin hearing Mary whistle next to me.

Then Kevin takes off his shirt!

All my hours of work on display. Some of my very best, given that it was done in House with crap for ink and tools. Under these lights he look like a male god of sex.

Chuckling I get to my feet and go towards him.

I start trying to stuff a hand full of bills into his pants.

"Come on shake it for me little boy! Show me that ass."

I hear Mary and the stripper laughing as I chase Kevin around a table for a second.

Then I glance back and see Mary in a deep tongue kiss with this stripper. I see her hand go up the inside of the girl's leg. From the looks of things Mary is stuffing the bill inside the girl.

Fuck the play this is hot!

I grab a chair and drag Kevin down into the one next to me.

I laugh and laugh, as I haven't in years. Soon the pain in my back is a forgotten thing. My hands got better things to do than hurt.

I go with Mary into one of the side rooms and watch sipping my drink as the stripper "Madison" gives first Mary, then myself a lap dance. Mary comes over to me while I have this gorgeous naked woman grinding her ass on my hard as hell cock and whispers into my ear.

"Me you can touch."

"I'm in old man heaven." I say softly.

The girl spins on my lap and sinks to her knees in front of me. Her hands run across my crotch.

"This doesn't feel old." The stripper says to me as she rubs me.

I grin down at her.

"Oh no the dick is new. It's like a Dodge truck. Works great so long as you get it rebuilt once a year."

She chuckles then I feel Mary run her hand down my stomach and under my waistband. Her fingers curl around my cock like hot pieces of velvet.

The girl looks back towards the curtain. I can see the bouncer through the fabric. She moves a little to block the view.

"Yall two going to get me in trouble." She says with a grin.

"Dance for us." Says Mary slipping down into my lap. She lifts the back of her short skirt and I feel her bare ass cheeks on my stomach. I slide a hand down under her and zip down my fly.

As Madison starts to dance before us I slip in between Mary's ass cheeks and slide into the hottest wettest pussy I have ever found in this life. Hell she's even wetter than normal.

When Mary starts to grind herself on me the bouncer comes to by the curtain. Madison moves forward till she's rubbing her breast up against Mary's tits.

Mary undoes a few buttons and pulls her thin bra down enough till her nipples are brushing the strippers.

The girl stops.

"Your tattoo? It's like Sara's."

"I did the original." I tell her holding on to Mary's bare thigh as I feel myself trobbing inside Mary. "Kevin copied my design."

I'm talking through pants as I feel Mary wiggling her hips, clenching tighter and tighter around me all the time.

The stripper looks at me for a second, then leans down to Mary.

"Make him cum" I hear her whisper.

She blocks the view as Mary really starts to grind herself on me. It feels so good I have to bite my lips to keep the moans in.

I clutch at Mary's shoulder and hip as I start to clench. The cum shoot out of me and as deep into her as I can push myself.

The sight of the stripper kissing Mary is hot. Then she is looking past her to me with a look of...not sure what. Then I sink back into the chair, panting. Mary moves off me, then holds herself in place till I get my cock back in my pants.

Mary fishes my money clip from my pocket and pays the girl. Madison kisses Mary once then leans next to her and whispers something I can't hear. I see Mary nod. The girl gives a shiver and gathering up her clothes leaves.

"What?' I ask grinning.

Mary gives a grin and a shrug.

"She wants a night with me alone."

I grin.





Over the next few day's things settle back into the normal routine. The work is steady; the pain is as well. I'm use to it by now but it doesn't hurt any less for all of that.

Under the demands of harder to please clients Kevin excels. His work is superb. The line work he was always good at becomes perfect. There is no other word for it.

By the end of the second week he is doing work that would win him contests in any place.

I start to look ahead. There is a big bike rally up at Sturgis every year. I know a few people who run shops there. I could make a few calls and book both Kevin and myself for the whole time, working out of someone else's shop. Hell even paying them for the space we could make a fortune. My clients know me well enough that they wouldn't mind a weeks delay.

I give Kevin the okay to use the shop again on Monday. I'm a little pissed at him when he asks again, but then I guess he still doesn't believe me when I say he can use it like it's his shop. Self-confidence has always been one of his big problems.

Closing up for the weekend I grab my thirty -eight out the drawer. It would be smart of me to leave it in the truck, but sometimes I'm not smart.

As I leave and walk to my truck following Mary's ass like a dog I stop noticing the van parked down the street. It was there last night as well. I start to feel an itch between my shoulders.

It's an old feeling. I felt it last in the House when I knew the guards were watching. Waiting for me to make a slip up and leave ink stains where they couldn't deny having seen them.

I shrug it away with a shiver.

I follow Mary to her place.

I feel like such an idiot hiding in her closet.

Watching her and the stripper go at it for hours though... is worth it. What she does to me after the girl leaves?

Well that's none of your damn business you perve!

Seriously wanting to know about an old tattooed man getting laid. Ya sick fuckers.

The steaks are sizzling on the grill and the beer is ice cold when the phone rings.

"Hey Ink. Man what the hells going on?" ask my friend Mitchel. It's not a friendly greeting; he's sounds concerned.

"Why what's up?" I ask sitting down my beer. I see Mary look up from the TV and over to me.

"Dude there are like fifty fucking cop cars around your shop!" he sounds like the wind is blowing past his phone. "Damn man I see county, city, state, hell there's even a F.B fucking fed walking around in blue and yellow."

"Oh shit." I flip off the burner on the grill and head towards the door. I drop the phone in the chair by the door on my way out. I can hear Mary yelling after me as I run down the steps and rush to my truck.

She opens the passenger door and dives in just as I'm pulling out the driveway.

"What the hells going on Ink?"

I spin the tired when I hit the street and turn towards the shop.

"I think Kevin's getting arrested."

"What the hell for?" she asks putting on her seat belt.

"Damned if I know." I say softly. Though I'm afraid I do.

It's a short distance to my shop. My friend was right. There is every flavor of police there. It's like the Baskin fucking Robbins of cops!

It's the News van that catches my attention though.

I'm waved off as I try to pull into the shop parking lot. I turn us into the convenience store next door. I'm barely out the door of my truck when I see the guy with the blue jacket and the big yellow letters start walking towards me.

He's showing me his badge like the blue jacket wasn't enough.

"Chris Tyler?"

I nod. My name sounds strange to me. I've have gone by Ink for so long it's almost never spoken.

"If you will come with me I need you to answer some questions." I nod and toss Mary the keys to my truck.

When he takes me to my shop and not to a car I'm a bit shocked at first. As I walk in through the door I see the mess they have made. I feel a sudden flush of anger, but I keep it down.

Walk the walk, talk the talk, keep your teeth together. House rules.

"Mr. Tyler, were you aware that one of your employees was guilty of violation of his parole?" he asks me as he stops by Kevin's station. I can see the signs of a tattoo interrupted. A smear of drying fluids down the side of the table shows me something else was interrupted as well.

"Which one?" I ask looking him square in the eyes.

"Kevin Johnson. The only person in your employ on parole. The man you shared a cell with."

"No I wasn't aware Kev had violated his parole." I tell him looking around at the guys searching through my shop. "If you want to keep doing that I want to be seeing the warrant."

"You're very sure of that answer?" he asks me as he hands me the piece of paper. "If we find out you were aware I will book you for obstruction."

"Kevin's my employee and my friend, but I'm not his keeper. What he does on his own time is not my business...or really any of yours." I tell him looking at his eyes.

"Wrong Mr. Taylor. When the FBI get a tip a convicted murder has violated the parole, he never should have given, we make it our business to get him back into the cell he belongs in."

I look over as one of the guys unhooks my computer and wraps it in plastic. I watch it go out with dread.

"So Mr. Tyler. Do you want to think about that question again?"

I turn to look at him.

"Where is Sara?" I swallow past the little lump of fear that come rising at the back of my throat, at the thought of going back to the House even for a brief stay.

"Her and Mr. Johnson have both been taken to be booked."

"On what charges?" I ask though I already know the answer.

"They're both looking at a class 'C' felony."

I nod.

I know that one well. Class 'C' minimum of two years... maximum of twenty.

Kevin will get his old time back plus the new.

Sara...maybe two years.

"For incest." He says with a sick sneer.

I look at the officer.

"I don't know anything about it."



Tits for Tats Ch. 04



"Tats"



I look up at the lawyer. Mr. Stone.

"So Ms Johnson. Want to tell me about the events of last Monday?" he steeples his fingers in front of his face.

I shake my head not wanting to talk really. I'm still embarrassed as hell by all that's happened.

He nods.

"Okay well let me begin with saying I already know what you and your brother did. I'm not here to judge you for that. That's not my job. I'm here to make sure you and your brother don't go away to prison for a very long time. You're both looking at a class 'C' felony. In this state that means a minimum of two years. Given that you don't have a criminal record that would probably be what they give you. I may be able to get it suspended to probation time, maybe house arrest. Prison over crowding they will probably take that as a plea bargain. In your case."

I look up at him. My eyes hurt from all the crying I've done over the last few days.

"And Kevin?" I ask softly.

"Sara... May I call you Sara? Well for Kevin it's bad. He was out on parole so they will say he violated his parole and he will go back to serve his remaining time. That's ten years. Then he will probably get the max if the judge isn't feeling lenient. Given all the publicity your brother original trial had he really can't be seen to be lenient to a man who just violated parole. The max in this state for a class 'C' felony is twenty years."

My jaw drops and my breathing becomes a pant. No, Oh god no.

"Sara? Stay with me now. This is important and I can't have you breaking down. Okay. I need you to know and understand something. They have a videotape of the two of you...doing... it. There is no way I can get a jury to not convict Kevin and probably you as well. When a jury watches a videotape it's like they're watching CNN. They will believe everything they see. Kevin will be found guilty. You as well."

I feel the tears start to fall down my cheeks.

"However..."

I look up to him quickly. Clutching at hope.

"I have reviewed your brother's trial. I'm going to ask the judge to throw out the original sentence on the grounds of a miss trial."

"What?" I feel my pulse soar.

"Your brother should have never been convicted for murder. There are so many things wrong with his original trial it's criminal. To begin with it should have never been held where it was. His lawyer should have filed for a change of venue. There should have never been a trial in the same county where your father was a deacon of his church. There was no way the jury could have been unbiased. Then your brother's lawyer had him plead guilty. Why? All he needed to show was a history of abuse from your father and that case would have had enough holes in it to get started tearing it apart."

I sit up on the edge of my chair.

"I understand your fathers was whipping you when Kevin hit him with the bat...is this correct?"

"Yes."

"Would you by any chance have any scars from that or any beating before that?" he asks me tilting his head a little. His blue eyes glance down my body. I shiver when I feel that. Like his eyes touched me under my skin.

"Yes." I say in a whisper.

He gives a slow nod.

"Kevin's lawyer, this Mr. Faltwin? Should have tried for a charge of third degree manslaughter based on a history of parental abuse. Then he should have had you subpoenaed and your back photographed as evidence. You and Kevin both. I take it he has scars as well."

"Yes, but his' are under his tattoos now."

"I know. I've talked to my friend Mr. Tyler." He picks up a pen and starts to tap at his desk. "He told me about the dozens of criss crossing scars on your brother back."

"Mr. Tyler?"

"You know him as Ink." He puts down the pen and moves his hand to his shirt.

I watch at first with fear as the lawyer undoes three buttons of his shirt then with relief when he opened it to display the tattooing on his chest.

"If your brother lawyer had done his job right, those photos would have been the end of that trial. Kevin would have walked."

I stare at Mr. Stone.

My lip trembles.

"Why? Why didn't he?"

Mr. Stone sits for a second then leans down and opens his desk drawer. He pulls out a very old book. It looks familiar for some reason. Like I may have seen it before at some point in life. I realize as he opens it that it's a high school yearbook. I watch him flip though several pages. Then he slides it across the desk to me.

Looking down I see my Dad's picture. Next row up is a circled photo.

John Faltwin.

"Your brother's lawyer knew your dad. He never should have been your brother's lawyer. I think he went out of his way to get your brother convicted."

The tears dry up.

They evaporate under a fire of hate.

"Where is he?"

Mr. Stone gives a sigh.

"He passed away about two years ago. Heart attack. Otherwise I would have his ass on the stand so fast his head would spin past his disbarment."

I sit not knowing what to do, but wanting to scream. I finally choke back a ton of bile and look up at the man giving me hope.

"So can you? Get Kevin's original sentence dropped?" I ask softly not wanting to believe, but praying for the first time in a decade that it will happen.

"I have enough evidence to put the case into question. But I need more. That's why I need you to talk to me Sara. Anything you can tell me may be of help."

I slowly nod. I hesitate, then speak of what happen to me for the first time to anyone other than my old girl friend Alex. And Sam.

"I... I didn't know what my father was doing was wrong till one night I got up to go get a drink of water."

Mr. Stone starts taking notes after a few minutes.



"Ink?"

"Yea Mary?' I answer sticking my head around the corner of the wall. I see her standing by her desk with the phone held to her chest. As I watch she sits it down.

"Another one."

I want to spit. I nod to let her know I understand and go back to the autoclave.

Not that I really have a need for the tubes I'm sterilizing.

I don't have any customers.

I start the cycle then go back out to my station. I plop down and rub at the bridge of my nose. My glasses are making my head hurt.

"Who was it?" I ask not really wanting to hear the answer. I know who I had booked for today.

"Tiffany."

Wonderful. A thousand dollars out the fucking door. Her work plus the tip would have been at least that much.

I don't bother to look up when I hear the door open. I figure it's another reporter. Mary has her hands full keeping herself from strangling them without me helping.

"Welcome to Hell...Madison?"

Looking over I let my glasses drop from my forehead back down across my eyes. The stripper from Sara's club looks so out of place here. I can tell she's been crying.

"Mary...have you heard from Sara? I asked, but they wouldn't let me see her. Her lawyer is keeping her sequestered."

"Yea Madison... um we posted bail for her." Mary walks over to beside the taller girl.

"What do you need to talk with her about?" I ask getting up from my chair. "I know the lawyer. I can get you to see her if it's important."

I watch her look from me to Mary, then back. When she look back to Mary her face just falls apart and she pulls Mary to her.

"This is all my fault!"

It's several minutes before we can get her to speak coherently. When she tells us about her asking her brother's advice on incest I want to strangle her far more than I have the reporters.

Her brother.... the cop.



The smell is similar, but different. The bunks are harder. The sounds are similar. Maybe a bit more desperate. Less jaded down by long years.

I look up at the bars of my cell.

County lock up. Not the federal I was held at for a decade. Though I've been told I'm going to be moved there at anytime.

Welcome home.

"Kev?"

I look over at my cellmate. One of the four housed in this box of concrete.

"Yea?" I take a deep breath. "What you need Jeff?"

He sniffles. God he's young. Eighteen. Older than I was but maybe younger in ways.

"What's going to happen when they ship us to the prison?"

I hear a chuckle from underneath me before I can answer.

"You going to get your lily white ass fucked till you bleed that's what's going to happen."

I lean under the bunk and look at Curtis.

"Say one more fucking thing like that to him and I swear they will find that crack your muleing. If they have to dig deep enough to hit your teeth to find it."

"You don't talk to..."

"Any fucking time you want to jump you step up. They will find your head in the fucking toilet." I slide off the bunk and land silently by the bunk. The muscles in my arms flex. My bare chest puffs up and the dim lights make me look like a tatted demon. "Stop trying to fucking scare the boy. That's shit Curtis and you know it. Someone helped you out your first time in. Now be a better man than half those shits that he has waiting for him."

I stare him down for a second, then he slowly nods and turns over. I look over at our other cellmate. Tyson. He hasn't said a thing to anyone. He has the look of a second timer like Curtis and me. I give him a slow nod. He gives me one back. I kneel down by Jeff.

I can see the kid is scared. My eyes go to the cheap tribal work he's had done on one shoulder. Its quality is so poor my fingers itch to fix it.

"I'm not going to lie to you Jeff it's going to be tuff. There are things you don't know and that I can't teach you quickly. Who to talk to. Who not to. Where to step, where not too. Those things can get you killed. They will probably put you with a second timer. Someone doing short years. That helps. He won't do shit to get himself more time. Listen to him. Do what he says to do and he can keep you alive."

"Will it be you?"

I hear Curtis laugh behind me.

"Got you a boyfriend already Kev."

"Yea. You... if you open your mouth one more time tonight." My voice is cold as the showers in this place.

That's cause I mean what I'm saying.

Curtis knows it.

I look back to Jeff.

"I don't know. Probably not. I'm going back for a long stretch."

"What did you do?"

"I violated my parole." I swallow at the memory of how. Something that felt so wonderful, then went so badly wrong. "I'm looking at a decade plus Jeff. Not short time. If they send us to the same House I'll do what I can."

"Thanks." 

I nod and go stand by the bars looking out at the cellblock. I can hear a soft whimper from down the row. I close my eyes to the sound I can't do anything about. At least I can keep it from happening in here.

Till I leave.

I tighten my fingers till they hurt on the cold metal bars. My time with Sara seems to be falling away like a dream.

I turn away as the whimpers get worse.

I catch a sight of a guard standing by the bars of a cell looking in.

Just watching it happen.





"All rise."

I stand up next to Mr. Stone. I tug down my blouse and straighten my skirt a bit then stop fidgeting. I watch the judge move without haste to his seat.

I look past Mr. Stone to the prosecutor. He's all but drooling. Near him I see a sketch artist working at a pad with frantic haste. I realize she's sketching me and try again to straighten my skirt.

"Easy Sara." Says Stone in a whisper.

Then the judge speaks.

"Bailiff bring in the second defendant."

The uniformed man goes to a door and opens it. When he says something inside I see it open all the way and two men with their hands resting on his arms bring Kevin into the courtroom. He is in shackles. And orange.

It's a familiar picture. All he needs is to be skinny and have a bulletproof vest on and it would match my memory perfectly.

I see the jury watching Kevin with a variety of looks. None are friendly. The guards lead my brother to the chair next to me.

They hook his chains to it.

Reaching over to him I take his hand, give it a squeeze. It's hard to let him go. It's the first time I've been near him in seven weeks.

He gives me a smile.

He looks back over his shoulder to Ink and Mary sitting behind us.

I see Ink's hand reach out next to Kevin's shoulder and give him a pat. I watch one of the guards walks over and give Ink a warning not to do that again.

We sit and listen then to the prosecutor give his opening statement. An hour-long diatribe of how Kevin is no better than the Menendez brothers. A cold-blooded murder who killed his father without an ounce of continence. I'm portrayed as his innocent pawn lured into a web of perverted sex, tattoos, and drug use. That I'm a bartended at a strip club is mentioned showing how I'm of low character. Mr. Stone told me this would happen so it doesn't come as a shock. When I'm accused of maybe selling more than alcohol I flinch and want to scream at the man. Mr. Stone's hand on mine calms me somewhat.

I watch the prosecutor go back to his chair.

"Mr. Stone if you would care to address the jury at this time.' Say the judge with a gesture.

Our lawyer gives a nod. He get to his feet and goes to stand in front of the Jury.

"Ladies and gentle men of the jury I come not before you today to plead the innocence of my clients. The prosecutor here will be soon presenting you with evidence that would make that a useless gesture. Instead I'm here to see an injustice be over turned. My client Mr. Johnson was convicted of the murder of his father when he was sixteen years old. He spent ten years of his life in federal prison for that crime. It's my intent to show that he was absolutely innocent of that crime and that a miscarriage of justice railroaded my client into prison. That's all I have to say for now, thank you for your patients with the prosecutor."

The judge sits up as he starts to move away from the jury.

"Mr. Stone would you please approach my bench."

I watch the judge and our lawyer talking for several minutes At first the judge is rather heated then I see a bit of doubt come into his face. He gestures for Stone to go back to his seat.

The judge sits quite for several seconds.

"I would like to see both councilors in my chambers." He gets up and picks up several papers from the desk in front of him. "All other remain here."

The two lawyers and the judge leave us to sit shaking with nerves for what feels like hours.

When they come back I can't read their expressions.

Mr. Stone sits down and leans in towards us.

"The judge is going to suspend the original sentence for now." He says softly.

"What does that mean?' Kevin asks.

"That there is a real good chance he'll declare it a miss trial and throw out your original conviction."

"So where still facing the incest charges then?" Kevin asks.

"Yes, but without the bias of your original sentence you'll get the minimum. Maybe." Stone gives a shrug. "Some of that depends on the jury. He's going to allow me to use some of the evidence I've gathered about the event of your first trial in your incest trial. I 'm going to try and show that your actions are a result of your upbringing and your time in prison." He turns to me. "And of your molestation Sara."

The prosecutor looks less like he's drooling and more think he's frothing at the mouth now. I watch with embarrassment as a large TV is brought into the room and the lights are dimmed. I close my eyes when it's turned on and the tape starts. I open them when I hear myself talking.

I can see it's camera footage of the tattoo shop. I watch as I strip out of my shirt and lay back on the table. I see my brother pull on his gloves and start his tattoo machine. I shiver when I hear the sound of the buzzing again. I feel my skin prickle and my nipples perk. I can't control the wetness that starts to develop as I watch myself being tattooed topless. I feel Kevin stir next to me.

The courtroom is silent as the tape plays it's way through the first ten minutes of Kevin's working on me. The prosecutor uses a remote to speed past the next hour. Pausing only to show the growing arousal I me. The long drawn out moans when Kevin's tattooing made me orgasm. The first of many.

I see a few of the jurors shift in their seat uncomfortable.

Then it happens. I come up off the table and grab my brother around the neck and pull him down to me. Our mouths joined in a hot embrace of passion. I claw at his shirt sending the buttons flying. His bare back with its dark tattoos in sharp contrast is soon visible.

I watch myself slide out my underwear with my face flushed with embarrassment. Kevin drops his pants and I pull him to me. I can hear myself begging him. Pleading with my brother to take me. To let me be his first. I see several of the jury shift I their seats and look over at us then. Kevin is looking down at the table and I've turned a bright red.

I have to turn away when I hear my cries rising to their crescendo. I now what's about to happen. I hear the harsh breathing of Kevin through the speakers as he cums inside me. I look up when I hear the voice of the police officer.

The voice that made my best day my worst.

I see the police swarm into the room. I see myself roll off the table as Kevin is dragged from me and driven into the tile floor. I cringe as I see how hard he is handled. The knee in the back of his head. The cuffs being put onto arms wrenched nearly to his shoulder blades.

I see the female officer cover me with a metallic blanket and get me to the back room and out of the camera. The prosecutor starts to fast forward again.

"Your honor I would like this to run at normal speed here if you please." Says Mr. Stone.

The prosecutor objects to this, but the judge over rules him.

I see myself half clothed and in handcuffs dragged back into camera then out the door. I'm screaming my brother's name the whole time. I see Kevin have his feet brought together and zip tied together. Then they are pulled to his ass and hooked to his cuffs.

"You honor I would like to point out at no point in this was my client resisting." say Mr. Stone.

"Your honor I would like to point out that this is footage of a know murder being arrested not a shop lifter!"

The judge sits silent for a second as the tape continues to play. He looks over to our table.

"So noted Mr. Stone."

The tape continues to play as Kevin is taken away. Then the officers start to gather up the evidence. One of them moves to Ink's computer and I see him pull up the camera footage.

"Your honor is there a point to Mr. Stone wanting to have more of this shown. The crime has clearly been committed. All we can see here is standard police work."

The judge looks at out table again. I feel his eyes on Kevin and me for a second. I see the disgust there.

"Mr. Stone?"

"What I'm looking for is right here your honor. I would hope this is not standard police work."

I stare in horror as the cops on the screen start to make jokes about the tape that they are watching. My ears, face, and hell even my toes turn red as I hear what they say.

The laughter and suggestions continue till I see Ink and a man in a blue jacket coming towards the door. The footage stops at that point.

"That was what I wanted the jury to see." Says Mr. Stone sitting up and arraigning the papers in front of him.

"Your honor I object. The arresting officers are not on trial for this crime."

"Well perhaps they should be brought up on charges." Says Mr. Stone standing up to face the prosecutor. "They clearly seemed to be enjoying watching a pornographic video tape of a couple committing a felonious sexual act."

"Counselors if you please. Sit down." The judge is pinching his nose. "Lights."

The main lights are turned back up and I see the jury again in the brighter lights. Some are looking at me like I'm sickening to behold. Others look uncomfortable.

The judge calls for a brief recess, and Kevin is led away. A bailiff takes me to a bathroom and brings me back. I know it's not to make sure I don't run but to keep the reporters away who are swarming the building like locust.




Tits for Tats Ch. 04



When the court resumes I see the judge has made some decision in his mind. His attitude is different.

"Mr. Stone you said in chambers you have evidence from the first conviction that has bearing on this case. You also said you have some new evidence. I would like to see it if you please.

"Yes your honor." I watch our lawyer hand a manila envelope to a bailiff who takes it to the judge. "Your honor those are photos obtained by subpoena of Mrs. Johnson."

The prosecutor gets to his feet.

"Your honor I object to those. I have here more than a dozen statements from former lovers of Miss Johnson that shows her to be into both whipping and flogging. Her behavior in the videotape we just witnessed shows she is a person for whom pain is a sexual turn on. Those scars could have been acquired in many ways do to her unnatural sexual tastes." He hands the bailiff an envelope of his own. He looks down his nose at me.

Mr. Stone gets to his feet calmly.

"Your Honor I said Mrs. Johnson...not Miss. Those photos are of Kevin and Sara's... mother. Whom I would also like to call as my first witness. Mrs. Susan Temple"

My jaw is on the floor when I see a lady get up from the back of the room and come forward. A bailiff brings her through the gate and around the tables. Her eyes glance briefly at the two of us. I can see she has been crying.

Over the next hour I listen to 'Mrs. Temple' do what I would have never believed her capable of. She talks about what her first husband...our father did to us. And to her. The parts that were done to her are as horrifying as what I already know about.

I finally come to feel forgiveness towards my mom before she is finished.

When the prosecutor tries to cross-examine her it gets even worse for his case. His questing only brings out more evidence of abuse. He finally gives into what is clearly a losing witness to be questioning. Mom returns to her new husband at the back of the courtroom.

The prosecutor gives his final words. They are as long and drawn out as his opening speech was.

Then Mr. Stone gets to his feet.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to apologize to you. When you were pooled you had know way of knowing the graphic nature of what you would have to hear or see. I have since the very beginning said that my clients are not wholly innocent of the crime they were accused of. As the videotape showed they clearly did commit it. I however believe that their actions are the result of the nature of both physical and mental abuse that they suffered at first the hands of their father, then that they both suffered do to the wrongful conviction of Mr. Johnson...Kevin. He spent time in prison for protecting his sister. Sara. His sister shows signs in her past of having been clearly damaged by the actions of the father and the estrangement, that Kevin's conviction caused in her life, from her family."

He paused and moved over to stand looking down at one of the jurors that has been looking at us with something far less than disgust. Maybe sympathy.

"I also in my heart of heart believe that as great a miscarriage of justice as Kevin's conviction was it would be a far greater one to allow Kevin and Sara's child to spend the first years of his life in foster care. While his parents are in prison for the crime of his conception."

There is a ten-second pause, and then the bomb goes off. That's as close to the level of sound that I can compare to what I heard.

The prosecutor is screaming objections. The judge is pounding his gavel. The bailiffs are calling for people to settle down. There are reporters screaming questions from the back. I see more than a few of the jurors looking horrified. Mouths covered with hands, eyes the size of dinner plates.

"Order! I will have order or I will clear this court room!" the judge hammers his desk.

Finally the noise settles down.

Mr. Stone is standing next to me. I'm resting my hand on my stomach as he advised I do. My child is to small at seven weeks to feel, but I wish I could. I look over to Kevin. His eyes are wet with tears. We didn't tell him.

Our lawyer clears his throat in the growing silence.

"That's all I have to say your honor." He sits down and slides his chair forward.

The judge is looking a hole in Mr. Stone's face.

"Mr. Stone I am very tempted to have you charged with contempt of court for that statement. You clearly sought to influence this jury with information not truly relevant to the crimes committed by your clients." He takes a deep breath and turns to look at the jury. "Members of the jury I would like to ask you to disavow the information you have just been given by Mr. Stone as it bears no relevance on this case."

He gets to his feet.

"We will now recess while the jury deliberates its decision." His gavel hits with the sound of a prison door shutting. He start to walk towards his chambers then stops and returns to his desk. The bailiffs call everyone back to their seat.

"In regard to the original conviction I rule that there is enough evidence to warrant a miss trial."

I'm hugging Kevin as he's brought to his feet by the bailiffs. I'm crying as the chains are removed. It's the happiest moment of my life. For all of two hours.



I stand unshackled next to my sister as the jury returns after their deliberation. I take my seat when every one else does. I'm numb.

"Jury have you reached your decision?"

The Forman rises to his feet.

"We have your honor."

"Please present your decision." The judge sits back with the look of a man relieved that a decision is not his to make.

The Forman clears his throat and swallows. I can see he's nervous.

"In the case of the People vs Kevin and Sara Johnson the members of the jury find the defendants Kevin Johnson and Sara Johnson guilty. It is the opinion of the jury that do to the history of abuse that both should receive a minimum sentence and psychiatric counseling."

I see the judge look down ad take a deep breath as it comes back to him.

"Thank you Mr. Forman. The jury is dismissed."

I watch the people file out who just sent me back to prison. I feel nothing towards them. I'm numb.

My sister is pregnant with my child?

The judge looks up at us.

"Will the defendants please rise."

I get to my feet next to Sara. The mother of my child?

The judge takes a deep breath.

"By the letter of the law I am required to give you a minimum of two years in prison for a class 'C' felony. Miss Johnson do to your lack of a criminal record I'm sentencing you to two years probation and psychiatric counseling. If at any time you violate that probation you will find your time doubled and served. Do I make myself clear."

"Yes your honor." I hear my sister answer her voice shaking.

He turns to face me.

"Mr. Johnson. I am to the very core of my being disgusted and reviled at you. While at the same time I wish I possessed the courage to stand up to an abusive man at so young an age as you displayed. Do you understand that I have it in my power to send you back to prison for not only the full ten years you had left, but for a full twenty?"

"Yes your honor I do."

"What would you say Mr. Johnson if I said I would give you the same sentence I gave your sister if I made it on the grounds you never have any interaction with her ever again?"

I look down at the wood table and swallow. Freedom had been nice. The air smells so much better. When I look up I take a breath to settle my nerves then seal my fate.

"I would ask that you sentence me to the twenty years, your honor. At least then I would see her at visitation."

I hear the gasp from the audience behind me.

The judge looks me in the eyes with a long silence settling around him.

"Courage, Mr. Johnson. I hope your child inherits it. Two years probation plus counseling."

His gavel sounds, but I don't hear it. All I hear is Sara as she cries against my chest. I hold the mother of my child to me and join her in tears.

Of joy.



(I would like to thank my readers who asked for the story to continue. The first story 'Tits for Tats" was meant as a stand-alone. I decided if I was going to write it as a series, I wanted to have each story be different. The first was about the process of getting a tattoo. The second about what it feels like to be tattooed. The third story was meant to show the uncertainty of life that an older artist has. This one had to do with the fact that people with ink can come together to help one another. Joined by their separate times of pain into a brotherhood. I hope it was enjoyable. I would like to also apologize a bit for the Hollywoodesque feel of the trial, but having sat jury duty twice real trials are boring as hell. Thank you.)

M.S.Tarot



Tits for Tats



Pulling my shirt back down I stepped away from her. She laughed and moved to the table to get her keys.

"Ready?"

Ink threw me to the wolves on my first day. He had me back to back clients for the whole day. I seamed to only have time to clean up my station before the next was sitting down. I completely lost all track of time, I forgot to eat. Forgot everything but the hum of my machine.

I was finishing up some color work on a back piece that Ink had already done the outline and shading on months ago. At first I didn't notice that Sara was there then her perfume drifted over to me. Glancing up I smiled at her. She smiled back but looked tired.

I shook the cramps out of my hand, wiped down the client's back and called Mary over to help wrap him up. Tossing the needle into the sharps box, I stripped off my gloves. I cut the power supply. I reached back and dug my fingers into my back.

"Long day?" she asked.

I held up my hand showing her the blisters. She winced.

"Ouch. Well if your done I'm starving and dinner is in the car."

"Yea I'm done. Hey Ink?"

He looked up from the sketch he was doing.

"That was my last" I told him picking up my empty soda can and tossing it in the trash. "Same time tomorrow right?"

"Oh yea." He nodded grinning; " I have a two month waiting list of people I haven't had time to get to. Most will be coming in this week to see you."

Mary chuckled and swore. "Damn he will have to ice down that hand between clients before the week is out."

Sara chuckled with Mary in sympathy. 

"Maybe but I have little pity for him." Ink said, "He will need an armored car when he goes to get his check cashed! I'm billing him out at one hundred and twenty dollars an hour."

I saw Sara's eyes go wide. "Really?"

He nodded.

Grabbing a last cup of coffee from the pot I headed towards the door. "Come on sis. Food, Food!"

She laughed and followed me out. She linked her arm threw mine as we crossed the parking lot. "Damn I didn't know I had such a money maker sleeping on my couch. I should have asked for something for rent." She winked to show me she was kidding.

"Come Friday I'll get as much of the bills as I can and I'll stock the kitchen."

She shook her head. "I was kidding." She left my arm and moved to the driver's side of the car.

"I wasn't" I told her going around to the other.

She shrugged and got inside. The motor cranked as I opened my door. For once in her presence I couldn't smell her. The car was almost overpoweringly full of the smell of dinner. Pizza!

I had to eat left-handed that night. Holding hot pizza in my blistered hand was not possible. After dinner She went to her room and came back with a jar of cream. She took my hand without asking and with a gentle touch began to rub the ointment into my tired fingers. The cream had a cool numbing feel that soon had me drifting in a soft-relaxed haze. Half awake I felt her hands move up to my forearms, then to my biceps. Then my shoulders. Sara came around behind me and worked sure fingers into the muscle strains of my shoulders.

My back stiff and sore from hours spent leaning forward, begged for a similar treatment. I didn't have the courage to ask her though. She yawned as she walked into the kitchen, washed her hands and then shut off the light. Sara looked back at me. "Go...goodnight, sleep tight."

"Goodnight Sara." As I watched her walk to her room I thought about the catch I had heard in her words and wondered what it meant. She had never been one to stutter.

She looked back at me from her door, paused then shook her head and smiled. "Night, night Kevin."

"Good night Sara. Sweet dreams."

The rest of the week would pass in a blur of ink and skin. Faces would blur into one another with the only constant, the hum of my machine. I would think I was tattooing a woman look up to see it was a man, or that the blond had become a red head. My line work, always good became top quality threw repetition. Not having to be on edge for the guard coming to catch us left me free to excel. Though Ink scared the hell out of me shaking keys behind me on my third tattoo for the day.

On Saturday night Ink and Mary left an hour early when his last client canceled. I told him I would lock up when I got done.

I was just getting my station cleaned up when Sara tapped on the glass door I unlocked it to let her in.

"Won't be long. Just got to finish cleaning up. Got a few things to stick in the autoclave then I'll be done."

"Take your time. So long as I can set down my tired feet I'm in no rush." Sara plopped down on the long couch and picked up one of Ink's portfolios. He keeps a few on the table at all times.

As I was wiping down my station I heard her flipping threw the pages.

"Ouch!"

Looking up I walked over and saw what she was looking at. A woman with zippers tattooed around her nipples.

"Yea that wouldn't be a fun spot to get a tat."

She looked up at me grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Be fun for you though."

I shrugged, grinning a little. I had sat with more than one boner trying to work this week. I went back to work. I was in the back putting things in the autoclave when I heard her call from the front.

"Hey, I want this."

Looking back at the front of the shop I saw her holding up a picture. Walking over I saw it was a photo of a girl with rose vine tribal. It was done with deep red flowers and a small dragon was hidden in among the roses.

It was on the girl's ribs! The vines went from by her hipbone, across her ribs with the dragon peeking out from behind a rose near the woman's nipple.

"You have no idea how bad that would hurt." I traced the vines across the photo with a finger. "Right her there isn't a lot under the skin but bone and anywhere near bone hurts like you wouldn't believe."

Sara shook her head. "I don't care. This is sexy as hell. I love the way the dragon looks ever so naughty."

Taking the photo from her I looked it over. "You're looking at two sessions. Maybe three, it really depends on how much pain you can take. It will take about for to five hours to do this outline, It's all fine line work. Then some under shading. A few weeks latter you will have to come back in to have the color work done. This is a lot of pain in some very sensitive spots."

"For something that sexy I can take a bit of pain." She answered without giving it any thought. She took the photo and looked closer that before.

I shrugged. Ink virgins never listen. "Ok, well I'll tell Ink to add you to his work list. Even with all I'm doing, it maybe a month till he can get to you." I walked over to shut off the lights at my station.

"Could you do it?"

My hand stopped on the switch. Thoughts of where and what I would have to see and touch to do that tattoo on my sister skipped threw my mind. Looking back at her my eyes went from her eyes down her neck, across the soft rise of her collarbone to the gentle swell of her left breast. Down her ribs to her inner hip where the rose vine would come from. "I don't..."

"Please." She looked down at the photo, then back up at me. "I would rather it was you. Your friend is nice but he scares me a bit."

Sitting down on my counter I just looked at her then down at my hands. I flexed the ache from them then looked up.

In her eyes I saw the desire for this strong, and shining out from her.

"The shop is closed tomorrow and Monday. I'll give Ink a call tomorrow afternoon and see if he would mind me using the shop Monday to give you a tattoo. He gave me a key this morning so as long as I pay for the supplies I use he may not mind."

"Oh thank you!" She hopped up and rushed into my arms.

I had to suppress a shiver of pure lust that tore threw me at her touch. Damn it! This is my sister!

She hugged me tight. Sara felt so wonderful against me. I wrapped her into my arms, my face buried in her hair.

Ink was still half-asleep when I called him and I heard Mary's voice in the background, confirming a theory of mine.

"Sure Kev. Don't worry about the supplies use what ever you need. That's why I gave you a key. I want you to think of it as your shot too. OK?" I choked up a bit at that. "Yea. Thanks Ink, it means a lot to her."

"No problem, I'll see you Tuesday." He went to put the phone down then I heard him call out "Don't forget to get a picture, Were still building your portfolio."

"Sure"

I started sketching at the tattoo in my art pad. I added in everything that I could remember from the photo, making some improvements. Just a few flourishes of my own.

Listening to the sound of the shower running I could hear the water changing tone as she moved under the showerhead. Knowing that a beautiful woman was less than a dozen feet from me naked and wet was almost maddening. I shook my head and found it harder to focus on the drawing.

I knew she hadn't locked the door.

Draw a line, shade a curve. I felt myself getting hard. Damn it!

Getting up I left the drawing on the table and got me a soda from the fridge.

I heard the water shut off. I could picture her reaching for her towel. Drying first her hair, then the cloth would move down...

I took a deep breath and tried to banish my thoughts. She's your sister you sick bastard!

Sara stepped out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her drying her hair with a second. Looking over at me she stopped. "Are you ok?"

Not trusting myself to speak I nodded and sipped my soda.

She walked over and took the can from me and took a long sip. "So what did he say?" she ask handing me back the now half-empty can.

"He said it wouldn't be a problem"

She nodded "Cool." She looked down at the sketch. "You are so talented. I can't wait till tomorrow."

Finishing my soda I made myself look only at her eyes, not the pale skin peeking from around the towel. "It's really going to hurt Sara."

She shrugged and went back to drying her hair. She wrapped the towel up like a turban beehive and went to her room.

I couldn't keep my eyes from her ass as she walked away to go get dressed. I saw a thin white line of scaring down one of her thighs. That was like a glass of cold water on my spine.

I have over the years tried not to think about my father. When we were younger he traveled a lot, when we got older he was home a lot. When the work was slow his belt seemed to swing more often.

Like on the day he...

Picking up my sketchpad I went back to work.

I drove to the shop even though I haven't gotten my license yet. Sara slept the whole way. I don't think she was use to being up much before noon. 

We got there and I followed Ink's detailed instructions for opening the shop. Put the key in the lock, turn the lock, open the door. Have I mention Ink can be a smart-ass at times? Going to the supply closet I got out a few things.

"Ok, what's first?" ask Sara dropping her purse on the desk by the phone. She yawned.

I looked over at her. "Take off your shoes."

"What?"

"Take your shoes off your feet. You are going to need to be as relaxed as you can get. It will be a few minutes while I get the stencil made up. While I'm in the back doing that I want you to put this on."

I handed her a paper bib and a roll of sports tape. She took them from me but lifted an eyebrow skeptically.

I sighed. "Take off your top and your bra. Put this on and tape it down but leave the left side open I will need access to place the stencil. Put tape over your left nipple." I started towards the back.

"Stencil?"

I turned back towards her. Looking past her I saw the front shades were open. I made my way over there to close them to give her some privacy.

"Yea a stencil. I scan in my drawing on the copier. I print out a copy and try that for size. I then scan that copy into the stencil maker. It makes an image that will transfer to your skin. I use that to guide my machine."

"Machine? I thought they were called guns." I heard her say.

I shook my head as I turned on the light at my station and got my sketch out the book. "Ever seen the movie 'Full Metal Jacket'? The scene where the guys are marching around the barracks chanting 'this is my rifle, this is my gun. One is for fighting one is for fun."

She giggled.

"It's the same. Only the scratchers call it a gun. They are Tattoo machines."

Sara started unbuttoning her top. Taking my drawing I went into the back to the copy machine. I printed out a few sizes. When I had that I came back out. She was struggling with the tape.

"Give me that. Before you tape yourself to a wall."

"Don't make fun of me I'm not awake yet." She said smothering a yawn.

I got her squared away with hands I had to will not to shake. She looked at me startled when I dropped down to one knee in front of her.

"I have to move these down." I began to roll her sweat pants down on the left side. I taped them low on her hip.

Trying a few copies against her skin I found the one that fit the best with her slight frame. "Ok this looks good. As large as this piece is I'll have to place it on in pieces."

She shrugged not understanding but willing to take it as it comes.

" Let me get set up and I'll make the stencil."

She watched as I plastic wrapped my tabletop. I got the large jar of petroleum jelly out and with a tongue depressor scooped out a gob onto the tray. I set my box of gloves near the tray and got out my ink caps.

"Last time a guy got out Vaseline and rubber gloves I didn't walk right for a day."

Looking up startled I saw her wink.

I got the black, red and blue bottles out.

"Why those colors?" she asked as I filled the caps. 

"Because I have them."

She furled her brow. I had too explain. "Having spent most of my training with only a few colors, now that I have access to more I use them."

I cut my copy into three pieces and scanned them into the stencil maker. I set it to print and went back to my station. I got out a sharpie marker and a razor. "Ok lift your arm please."

She raised her eyebrows, but did it without question. Placing my now three piece copy against her I made some general guild marks with the sharpie. Then I started to shave her skin softly. The blade whispered across the super fine hairs.

"Ok got to ask. Why?" I glanced up across her midriff past the visible underside of her left breast to her eyes.

"You, me and every human have fine hairs that cover even the places we think of as hair free. Those hairs would get in the way of the needle and cause drag. That drag makes the line work jerky."

"Oh. Ok." She nodded.

I ran the razor across her hipbone down into the flat valley that heads into her inner thigh. She gave a twitching shiver as I swept up across her side between her armpit and breast. Placing my hand on the paper bib I pulled the skin of her left breast tight with gentle pressure. Running the razor across the side of her breast I finished up. Grabbing up my paper towels and spray bottle I sprayed her skin and whipped away any lose hairs.

"You could have warmed that water up!" She exclaimed.

"Wimp." I said to her as I got up and went to the back and came back with my three stencils.

Lifting the middle stencil up I moved it around till I was lined up with my reference marks. Happy I sprayed down the template, patted it down and pealed away the paper. Leaning back I checked the placement then placed the lower piece.

I predampened my last stencil so it would curl across the round skin better, then pushed it into place. My fingers brushed her soft skin as I got the edge of the stencil and pealed it off.

I leaned back and gave the over all a long look. I looked right somehow. I think I somehow managed that one in ten placement that's perfect.

"Ok, go check it in the mirror. See if you like the placement. This will be the last time you'll ever get to change it."

I watched as she turned this way and that before the mirror. She moved and twisted to see how it would flex with her skin.

God, she is so beautiful. I thought as I watched her. Her eyes caught mine and it was like she was reading my thoughts. She smiled at me in the mirror.

"Looks great." She said nodding.

"Okay-be. Well come over her and lay down on this table. Stretch out on your right side and put your arm up. Yea like that."

I grabbed up my gloves, pulling them on, without the Frankenfurter snap thank you, I got them settled. I got a new tube and needle from the autoclave. Loading them into my machine I hit my power supply with the back of my hand.

"Ok, the machine sounds like this." I pushed down the foot pedal and she flinched at the buzz. "Alright now I'm going to do a short line so you can see what it feels like, then we will get going."

"Ok." She nodded. I could see she was a little scared now.

Starting at the bottom of my stencil I dipped into the black ink cap. I buzzed the machine to gather up ink.

"Ok her we go."I ran a line about two inches long and stopped.

She looked over her ribs at me. "Is that it? You have been scaring the hell out of me for days over that?"

I chuckled. "Oh how the ignorant can speak of what they do not know."

Putting my hand on her side I gently pushed her back down and started to work. I listened with a half an ear to her when the hissing for air between clinched teeth began. I had to rest my left hand on top of her lower belly. My wrist lay across the slight rise bellow. I moved with slow care following my outline. In places I would make a slight change to make the design fit the curve of her body better.

Wiping Vaseline across the pattern before me as I went made the needle glide. I heard her trying to hold her breath. I stopped tattooing.

"Slow your breathing to an even rhythm. It helps. Want some music?" She nodded. "I can't touch it with my gloves on, but there is a remote near your head there."

Soon soft music filled the shop. I helped to cover some of the buzz from my machine. I saw her breathing slow and I went back to work.

As I made my way across the soft flesh between hip and ribs I felt slight tremble running through where my hand laid on her stomach. The tribal vine work flowed from my needle onto her side like I was painting it with a brush. When I crossed her bottom rib bone I heard the gasp of pain.

She began to hiss and then a low moan began to rise above the music. Looking up I saw her teeth clinched and her eyes were tight shut. Going faster would have only made the pain worse and could make my work look bad so I kept my pace as the needle went into her midribs.

Her breathing became more like a pant.

"I know it hurts but try to slow your breathing down. You can hyper ventilate." I gathered more ink "Don't want you passing out now."

"People do that?" she ask threw clinched teeth.

"You wouldn't be the first in this shop. Ink had a big-oh burly biker dude pass out in the middle of a tattoo, last week."

The clock spun faster and faster but the ink seemed to crawl now. I worked my way into the higher ribs and then started out onto her breast. I reached up and moved the paper bib aside to get at my image. I could see the taped X covering her nipple.

Centered in the lower part of her breast it left a lot a pale skin exposed.

I heard a deeper moan as I used my off hand to taunt her skin. My fingers dimpled the soft flesh. That's when I noticed that my own breathing had quickened a step. I was touching my sister's bare breast. I pushed in a little harder than I had to. I saw sweat beading her forehead and her breathing was faster.

I felt myself grow hard in my pants. It would grow to an uncomfortable ache I had to ignore as I worked.

I hit the end of the tribal and wanted more. So did she. "Go further down." She traced a finger down towards her nipple.

"Okay." I said softly.

Using the machine to freehand can give you very good work, or a disaster. Learning on three hundred pound gorillas who would fuck you, then kill you had taught me the skill very quickly.




Tits for Tats



The needle drifted where I wanted like ice on glass. The vine work clung to her skin in ever-tighter lines as it neared the tape. I had to clean the tip on a paper towel and for the first time I went into the blue ink.

The dragon rested half behind a rose I had yet to outline. He was all small fine line work.

"Don't move if you can help it."

"Ok I'll try." She answered in a breathy whisper. Her voice had a husky tone to it now. 

As I worked the small lines I found her skin doing something I hadn't encountered much before. I had tattooed mostly men who pumped iron for fun. Their chests didn't give under the pressure of the needle. Hell some of them were so hard I was concerned the needle would bend. Her skin was giving too much. There was a danger of my lines being wrong.

I didn't even consider what I had to do. I acted by tattooer's instinct and got a firmer grip.

My sister gasped as I squeezed her breast hard and pushed up at the same time. "YOU could have at least bought me dinner first. Maybe a little wine, some dancing."

I laughed but couldn't loosen my grip by much. I felt the hard point of her nipple push up against my palm. As I worked it got harder. I saw her gasp for breath.

"Soon as I finish the outline on the dragon we can take a break if you like."

"Do you need one?" she asked panting.

"No I'm good." I told her not stopping what I was doing.

"Keep going then." She told me.

"Okay."

It took me an hour of slow careful work to get the dragon outlined right. Then I went to the red ink and started off her breast and back down her side. 

As I moved my hand off her breast and back down to her stomach I saw the marks of my fingers go from white to red. I hadn't realized I was holding her that tight. Damn.

I outlined rose after rose as I left the soft skin and crossed back onto her ribs.

She gasped as I hit her ribs again. They were sore as hell from the first pass. She sucked air and moaned deep and low.

"Easy sis. Not much longer."

"It's alright. I'm good." She told me her eyes looking a bit glazed.

"If it would help I can let you shift position a bit?"

"That would be good. My hip feels numb. I think my right arm's gone to sleep."

I had her roll over onto her back. 

Crossing off of her ribs brought such a sigh of relief from her that I smiled. Her breathing steadied into a deep rhythm that made her breast rise and fall.

As I neared the end of the last rose I had an idea and began to freehand in falling rose petals.

She must have felt the needle go lower than she remembered the stencil being. "What are you doing?' she asked trying to look down without moving.

"I'm adding some rose petals" I told her not looking up.

"Oh, okay cool." She leaned her head back.

I was doing the last of the petals when she reached down and caught the edge of her sweat pants. She eased them down a few more inches.

"Do some more if it would look good."

I ran a few more petals into the valley and up towards the swell of flesh. She pulled the edge even lower.

I chuckled. "The curtains don't match the drapes because there aren't any drapes."

She blushed.

"I've got to stop and get out the razor. I didn't shave down this far and the hairs are starting to grab my needle. Why don't I clean you up. We'll take a break. Then we can see if you want to let me get to some of the fill on the tribal and the shading today."

"Okay." she said softly.

Taking my spray bottle I cleaned off the last of the stencil, left over ink and the clear to pink liquid that had started to weep from the small punctures.

She gave a long moan of relief. I had to smile as I whipped her down. Tossing the paper towels into the red can I followed them with my gloves.

She sat up as I went to the small fridge and brought her back a cold drink.

"So what's left?" She asked after taking a long drink.

Sitting back I rubbed my hands. They felt clammy from being in the gloves. I looked over my outline.

"I have to get a magnum needle out and start to fill in the tribal. Then I can do some shading on the roses and petals. There isn't much more I can do with the dragon till it's had time to heal."

"Magnum needle?"

Opening my drawer I pulled one out and handed it to her in the plastic sleeve. She held the metal bar and cringed at the tight cluster of needles on the end.

"There are five on that one. The larger tribal work uses more. There are some here in the shop with ten or more."

Nodding she looked at the tribal peeking around my elbow. "The ones on your upper back, they were done with one like this?'

Laughing I got up and went to Ink's station. Opening the drawer I grabbed out a tool and brought it back to her.

She looked at the cluster of ten pieces of paperclips cut to a point and taped around the end of a pencil.

"Ouch!"

I nodded. "Yea. Ink spent the better part of a month working at night in the dark with a tool like that one. With me laying there listening for the guard. We would both have gotten extra time added to our sentence if we had been caught."

"Where did you get the ink?" she asked quietly. I hadn't really talked to her about my time inside.

"For black we would burn toilet paper to ash and mix it with shampoo. For blue we would buy an ink pen. Either from a guard or another con. We would heat it with a lighter and drip the ink into a drink bottle cap."

Her jaw had dropped open. I had to laugh at the look on her face.

"Didn't that sting?"

"Oh, like lemon juice on a paper cut." I told her chuckling.

She shuddered. Looking around she walked over toward the mirror.

"It's a long way from done." I told her when she didn't say anything.

I watched her look in the mirror. She tilted her head a bit, then reached up to touch the dragon on the side of her breast.

"Ahh! Fuck!" she hissed.

"Sore?"

She pulled back her hand like it was on fire. She looked over at me sharply. "You know it is!"

Laughing I put my thumbs in my back and stretched. "I'm not going to say I told you so, but.."

She nodded. Walking over in front of me she looked down at the blue dragon sitting on her left breast peeking out from behind his rose. Even half-done I could tell it was going to be one of my best.

She looked past her breast to the still hard bulge in my pants. Sara looked up at me with a flirty grin. "Having fun?"

I didn't trust myself to speak I just nodded.

She reached up under the paper bib. There was a little gasp then an X of tape drifted to the floor. "You rested enough?" she asked licking her lips. Sara lay back down on the table and stretched out.

Pulling out a new pair of gloves from my box I slipped them on and picked back up my machine. It had cooled off a lot but it was about to get hot again.

I loaded up the magnum needle and went back to work. Starting on the tribal again I worked in slow circles filling in between the outlines. Really pushing the ink into her skin now. Tribal is dark when it's done right.

When I hit her ribs she moaned and squirmed a bit. I took hold of her by her hip to keep her still.

Slow circles, back and forth. When I got near my outline my needles would hit the holes from the outline and she would suck air. He eyes were clinched shut.

I had to shift myself before I got to her midribs. I was so hard now it hurt.

Sliding my hand off her hip I felt the muscles of her stomach twitch. How hot her skin felt now.

"I want to move a little." She told me softly.

"Ok." I lifted the needle away from her skin. She squirmed over to the side of the table a bit, closer to me. "Ok I'm good. Go ahead."

The needle went back into her skin and the circles began again.

"I can see where the hot needle part comes from now. Ouch!" she gave a soft whimper.

"You should try it with one made from a piece of clothes hanger.

Holding her still began to be more and more a problem. The higher up her ribs I went the more she wanted to squirm. If I had been doing outline I would have had to stop.

After an hour I finally moved off the bones and onto the outside of her breast. She gave a sigh of relief, then a low moan as the needles went into the now super sensitive skin of her breast.

I slid my hand up her stomach till it came to rest under her breast. The skin there was damp with sweat and hot as a stove.

The tribal got tighter as I went further out onto her breast. The circles smaller. The pain even more intense and focused.

"I need to move my arms." She told me.

"Okay."

She brought her left arm down and around to her back. Her right she lay across her stomach. The fingers spread out covering her belly button.

Again as I reached the softer skin the needle began to sink the skin too deep. I needed a firmer canvas to work on. My hand came from under her breast to cup her. Her nipple was rock hard against my palm. Taking a hard firm grip I went back to work.

"Oh, oh god!" she shifted a bit. I stood up over her. My buttons on my jeans brushed her hip. She moved again till she was pressed against me.

I pushed more ink into her skin.

She was panting. Out the corner of my eye I saw Sara's hand slide under the edge of her sweat pants. Smaller and tighter, ran my lines.

"I need to get a different needle." I told her stepping off my foot pedal.

"Be quick."

Turning her lose I took off one of my gloves and went to the autoclave. A new single needle. Regloving I pulled the rubber band off my machine and took the magnum needle out. I reset every thing and moved back into place against her.

Slowly I lay my hand against her breast. Looking down I saw my palm cover her nipple. I saw her fingers moving under her sweat pants.

"Oh Kev. Do it. Please."

Dipping the needle I began to tattoo again.

She moaned deep in her throat. "Oh Kev it hurts."

"I know sis. I know." I told her as I worked the ink hard.

I saw her eyes close. I felt her left hand touch my stomach, then she brushed it down the front of my jeans. She could feel my hard flesh pressed against the cloth.

I closed my fingers tighter around her breast. As I neared her nipple, she moved enough to make me mess up a line. "Damn!"

I took a better grip pushing her back against me holding her steady. I caught her pink nipple between two of my fingers. I pinched tight.

Her yes popped open! "Oh yes. Yes! Don't let me move. Hold me tighter! Don't stop. Please don't stop!"

Working behind her back her fingers found the snap to my jeans. I felt my zipper roll down.

"Sara? Oh sis.."

Her finger wrapped me tight. Looking me in the eyes, I could see the naked lust and how she glowed with need!

"Don't stop the tattoo!" she begged me.

Nodding I tried to steady my hand. I took a stronger grip on her, making her whimper. Her nipple was tight between my finger. I couldn't help now how hard I held her, I needed her to stay still as I added the shadows under the dragon.

Oh god how good her fingers felt around me.

My machine began to move with a mind of it's own across her skin. I added touches I didn't know I had the skill to do! The tribal vines sprouted thorns. Some of them dug into her skin. Small drops of blood hung from these places. The dragon's claws now gripped her soft skin like he was alive.

I listened to her breathing, I could hear her fingers moving and the sweet smell I remember from her panties began to drift up to me. We would lock eyes with each other for a second maybe two. Then one or the other of us would be overcome with pleasure.

Pulling her breast out taunt by her nipple, I ran the needle out onto the pink skin. When I crossed the line onto nipple I heard a gasp part her lips. A shudder ran threw her as I made the rose vine circle her nipple tip.

"Oh, oh oh god! Yes! Oh fuck that hurts so good!"

I had to lift the needle off her as she began to thrash in pleasure. Ink splattered her skin as she ground up against me.

"Kevin!" she screamed my name.

Her fingers were a tight death's grip around me. Hearing my sister scream my name in orgasm, was all it took and I felt the surge of cum, rush out of me. It shot between her fingers and splashed wet and hot against the small of her back.

A second orgasm hit her maybe harder than the first. She rolled over and wrapped her legs around me. She pulled me up tight against her.

I wrapped my sister in my arms and held her as she trembled. I heard my name in whispers. Several minutes passed then her breath began to slow.

Leaning back still panting slightly she looked me in the eyes. Her hand came up to my face. The fingers were wet with her juices. The scent of them filled me with a desire to taste those juices.

Sara leaned her head forward against my chest. I felt her fingers soft on me stroking my length and squeezing the softening flesh.

Leaning back a bit she looked at my face. Her fingers went to my lips as I started to speak.

"Kevin I want you to know if you weren't my brother I would stroke this hard again and have you inside me in a second. That hurt so bad and felt so good! But...I can't."

Reaching up I took her hand from in front of my lips licking them I tasted her. The taste of a woman's passion filled my mouth. That it was my sister's made it all the more sweet.

"I understand." I told her as I looked down at the lines of ink and clear fluid on her tattoo. "I need to get you cleaned up. Get your tattoo wrapped up. Then I have to clean up my station."

She nodded; little shivers still running threw her legs.

"Sis?" I whispered.

"Hum?"

"You're going to have to let go of me." I told her softly.

Looking down she saw that her fingers were almost painfully tight around me. She smiled. "I don't want to. Oh god, Kevin I don't want to."

Bringing up my hand I caught the back of her hair and pulled her into me.

It was my first kiss.