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 Title: Tits for Tats


Summary: Brother/sister incest and tattoos.


Keywords: inc,fic



   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.

   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.

   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.



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