Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Tits for Tats Ch.  02


Summary: Sara's point of view.


Keywords: inc,fic



   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.

   "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.  t 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."

   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 respons.  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.

   My lovers cock.

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



   to be continued....


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