Small Matching Sister Tattoos の小説・ストーリー

“Right. Makes sense.” Nick raised his hand, giving me a lazy wave. “Anyway, good luck with your… search.” I froze mid-step, realizing that I hadn't told him about the search. But that wasn't the only thing that caught my attention. It was his sleeve, pulled back, and there it was. The tattoo. The same crude drawing of a flame and a star. My heart stopped. I’d seen that tattoo before. Exactly that one. In the photo of my sister. Her arm slung around someone whose face was out of frame, but the same tattoo on the same arm.

Cute, almost, with her dark hair and broad smile. Bray was next. Scruffy dark hair, just like his brothers, his T-shirt stretched across toned shoulders, revealing the tattoos decorating his arms. And if you didn’t know better, another Bray followed after him. Of course, that was Titus, his twin, and even though they completely ignored the cameras, it was plain to see that they were identical. Except for the tattoos—it was the easiest way to tell them apart now. From Bray’s almost iconic stopwatch on the inside of his left bicep to the trees that crawl up Titus’s forearm from his wrist.

“You pigs! How dare you violate my sister’s privacy like this? That was love, real love! You can’t destroy them like this!” Gabby stepped forward, voice flat. “You’re saying that’s Sareena? Then can you explain the missing tattoos on her right side? The one on her left arm? Or the missing piercing? The voice on the recording sounds exactly like yours.” She then turns to her Uncle Luca. “Zio, Sareena has a large tattoo from her ribs to her hip. It is an anagram. If you look at it from the front, it says: Faith, but if you look at it from the back it says: Hope. Then she has a small anagram on her left forearm. It says: Family and Love.”

"Turn around." It was a thong. That was unexpected. It split her two wide, round ass cheeks neatly. When I took turns squeezing them, one, then the other, I could feel her body quiver at my attention. There was that tattoo down her spine, mostly Roman numerals from the look of it. Birthday, maybe? Who cared. I wasn't about to puzzle it out right then. The bra and thong I removed myself, savoring the quickening of her breathing as I touched her. How could two girls whose pussies both got that wet not be biological siblings? Maybe it was another Serenex side effect. Questions for another day.

Em looked at Mickey as she spoke. “Helll to the yeahhh!” Mickey shouted. She jumped out the of the car then turned and looked at the girls. “Y’all comin or what?” An hour later the friends emerged from the tattoo place, Em sporting a bandage on her rib cage right under her previous tattoo, and another one on her wrist… which matched the ones on her three best friends. They’d all decided to get matching ones. Nothing big.. just a little Roman number IV. Symbolizing the four of them and how much they meant to each other. And then the one on Em’s rib cage, under her hummingbird which read: ‘Made to Endure’.

We studied together in school and now, we were in college. Mini is two inches shorter than me. Rita and Mini are real sisters. But most people take her as my sister. She has dark straight hair like Rita. Her creamy skin is flawless. Her jaw is sharp and a round face. She's my mother's favourite. Rita and Mini have the same eyes, dark. Sippy is tall like Rita. Her hair is brown and long. Her eyes are dark brown. Her face is oval and fair skin. I turned around and hugged both tightly, "I thought, you forgot me, as you must meet some heavy discount on your favourite brand. " I smirked.

“And when do you suppose we do this? What are you thinking of getting?” “Hmmm,” Ostana hummed and I could picture her brows drawn together in thought, finger tapping her chin, and the million of tattooing ideas sprouting; Ostana was quite crazy, so I had no doubt in my mind she’d want to go full out - a back tattoo or maybe a full sleeve to start her tattooing experience. “If we do this,” I suddenly spoke, fixing a strand of my hair. “I want something small, Ana.” “Yeah, yeah prude,” Ostana joked and I cracked a smile. “But I’m thinking of something bold and Asian- Oh! Maybe I’ll get a sleeve, but on my leg instead of my arm… Laker will think it’s hot as fuck.”

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.

Refusing to be an ass, he let go of my hands and quickly took Samantha’s in a firm shake. “In the flesh.” He revealed his dazzling lady smile that had me rolling my eyes heavenward. What a traitor. He was going to pay for this. “I am Samantha.” She smiled dearly at him, “Of course, the Undead Sister.” He added up causing Samantha to cackle up. I wish I shared her sense of humor. And notice the sarcasm. “Right. Sounds like fantasy.” She accompanied her words with a little giggle before looking at me.

I couldn't help teasing him. I was wearing a low cut cobalt blue singlet over top of a push-up bra, revealing quite a bit of my ample cleavage-portraying every bit the part of the badass tattoo artist I was. I grabbed the sides of my breasts and pushed them up and together, and blinked innocently. "What? These?" He grimaced. "You know it's gross when you do that, little sister." "You're not the only one with sexuality," I reminded him. Absinthe green eyes zeroed in on me. "Really? And when was the last time you indulged in said sexuality?"