Sisters By Chance Friends By Choice Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Nadia… I’m Nadine’s sister.” “Luna Nadia…” My eyes darted to her raised hand and saw the tattoo RILEY below her wrist. Nadine told me about it. When she was younger, her sister asked her opinion about where to tattoo her Alpha’s name on her, and they decided to go for her wrist.

Her kind gesture had not only saved her but kept her alive too. Aracely almost flinched when she felt Latifa's arms around her, “I'm here, for you, with you, and by you” The girl whispered as they locked eyes, a tear escaped Aracely's eyes but Latifa wiped it away, Their foreheads touched as they repeated the mantra together, “I am here, for you, with you and by you...Always” They had whispered. It was a mantra that they had mastered over the tears, now, those words meant a lot more than some mantra, it symbolized a friendship and an unbreakable bond between two sisters who had no blood relationship between them.

The simple act sent another wave of whispers racing through the crowd as Seraphine stared at Darius in disbelief. Just then, Lucienne’s mark burst into crimson light. Selena gasped as an identical symbol ignited beneath the skin of her own wrist, brighter than before. The hall shook violently. Candles exploded one after another, and the priestess fell to her knees, staring at the blazing marks with horror. “This…” she whispered. “This isn’t an ordinary mate bond.”

Her bikini bottom had barely covered it. "Grade "A" Nigger Pussy," she said when she caught me staring at her tattoo, and knowing I was too far away to be able to read it. "My current fiance had me get it as a sign of our ever lasting love." My nose curled at the "N" word. Our family has never been bigoted, but I knew that her fiance had other plans for my sister if he made her get that. And a vision of my sister getting gang banged by groups of black men with big dicks flashed through my mind as Heidi got down on her knees before me, and nudged me backwards onto the bed. I fell back onto the cushioned mattress with my legs going up, and wide apart, my arms flailing wide as well.

I said. She looked at me. "I've known for a while," I said. "I just haven't said it back yet." She was very still. "Aurora," I said. "Yes." "You are the sister I chose," I said. "Not in the complicated way. In the simple, complete way." I held her gaze. "Tomorrow you stand beside me in the ceremony. Not behind me, not watching from the courtyard, beside me, because that is where you have been from the beginning and that is where you will be."

So we just carried on as best friends and ravished each other whenever we got the chance. Tonight's party had been our ultimate lesbian fantasy and we both looked forward to inducting four more girls into our sapphic society. Nicole and Nancy arrived next. No one could see the two vixens and not know they were sisters. They were so close in age, body shape, personality, and style that most people mistook them for twins. Rebecca and I looked forward to seeing how close we could entice the sisters to get with each other. We had long fantasized about the two sisters and had voiced our fantasies to each other during numerous long bouts of our sexual trysts.

Part of my mission here is to forget Keith Reed, the adorable creation of ours currently nestling on my arm notwithstanding. I finger the heart pendant at my throat, with the letter 'S' engraved on it. S for Selena. She bought two of these, and gifted me one on my eighteenth birthday. Hers also have a letter engraved on it. Letter L. L for Lisa. A friendship necklace, she called it. And we had both sworn to always keep it with us. Never to take it off, to always carry parts of ourselves in our hearts wherever we go. I had few to no friends at school to exchange any bracelets with, and none of them constant. Except Selena. She's like my best friend and sister. My favorite person. We haven't b

“I’m happy to set up appointments for you when you get back.” “Really?” Les’s eyes light up. “Sure.” Bronx shrugs. “With as many pack members as we have getting tattoos, I put him on salary.” “That would be great, Bronx. Thank you.” Les bows slightly. “I’ll let the girls know.” “One thing though…” Bronx puts a finger in the air. “The tattoo you already have. The rose and dagger. My sister had the same one. Like, exactly the same, except hers was larger than yours. I was wondering how you ended up with that design?”

A genuine friend indeed. “Thank you! For always being here… I just can’t get him out of my mind, from the day I broke up with him it felt like there’s a part of me that can’t be repaired again.” She said. “Nahhh! That’s what friends are for… I told you! You'll regret it! It’s your decision now if you’re going to fix it between you and him or let it be like this… But you know what, Sis you’re the luckiest girl of having him… I” Hoping they will still have the chance to be together.

We are now out walking toward the tattoo parlour we already know exactly what we are getting. Sutton and I are first since the other two wanted a few more minutes to collect themselves before they get their tattoos done. For the past year the girls and I have wanted the same tattoo in the same spot except one of us always chickened out and since we wanted all 4 of us to get it at the same time we never got it. But today will be the day. It’s a simple design really. Our symbols with our initial somewhere in the design. A small design on the inside of our wrist on our pinky side.