Small Matching Sister Tattoos Novels & Stories

They’re just begging to be kissed until they’re sore. “As it happens, I like that movie too. You gotta remember Immi, my sister used to love Disney. Holly and I would chill together and watch them. I never was much into all that action man shit.” “Good for you, then.” Immi turns a hundred and eighty degrees so her back is now to me on the sofa and leans forward so her elbows are resting on her knees and her chin in her hands. I catch a glimpse of her lower back where her halter neck top has ridden up and spy a tattoo raising from her left buttock of a large flower with petals. It’s so damn hot, it’s making my dick harder. From the middle of her spine travelling up to her top I can make out a

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

I heard Felix ask, his eyes focused on the little bundle in his arms. “I haven’t a fucking clue…” my dad had an equal look of puzzlement on his face, but both of them looking happy non the less. “What will fade?” I inquired as I got closer. My dad looked up and smiled at me, turning my sister slightly so I could see her. “Nix.. She.. Well.. Look..” he finally sighed as he rolled back the edge of a pink blanket to let me look. A small silver star that was almost like a tattoo was at the temple of my sister, Nix’s blessing leaving a trace behind that seemed to glow and pulse on its own. “And here too.” Felix showed me his boy, a similar marking yet in gold resting in the same place.

… Soon, my sister and I held the ceremony to officiate the bonds with our mates. At the ceremony, Lex attended to her constantly, lifting her skirt and adjusting her hair. Kane, meanwhile, wore a scowl and barely looked at me, seemingly eager to get through the process quickly. Seeing me ignored, my sister's smugness grew. She pulled Lex over to flaunt him in front of me. "Thalia, if you can't win your mate's heart, you'll have a hard time surviving in the pack," she said. I glanced at Lex. He looked at my sister with genuine affection. That's when I noticed a silver ring on his thumb.

~Harvey ~ I enter the dining room and find Karina pouting like a kicked puppy again, while my mother wears that guilty expression she gets right before she cracks and agrees to whatever nonsense Karina demands. "What's the drama about this time?" I ask casually, pulling out my chair and filling my plate. "I want to get a tattoo, and Mom isn't thrilled about it," my sister squeaks. "Just wait. Soon you'll be eighteen and your mate will give you a permanent one." I say it flatly, buttering a croissant, then add, just to rub salt in the wound, "Honestly, I don't envy the poor soul who ends up paired with you."

There, just like his brother and Taryk sported, was a new tattoo etching itself into his skin. Rushing over to Lukas, I reached down with one hand to steady myself against him as I leaned down to inspect Scarlet's upper chest. Instead of the heavy black lines that marked the guys, hers was almost delicate. Done in silvers and whites, it reminded me of an acid etched mirror. Her skin just happened to be the canvas. I looked over the room. Swallowed as something dawned on me. "Lukas, why are we the only ones who aren't still passed out?"

He looked at me with a soft grin, his eyes light and playful as he rolled up his sleeves and handed me his arms giving me full access to observe all his tats. I giggled tracing the tattoos on his arms, my eyes widen when I saw a little flower and a little 'A'. "What does this mean?" I heard him intake a sharp breath and he clenched his fist. I let go of his arm and looked at him whose face was now hard and eyes dark. "I'm sorry, I-I-" He interrupted me with a shake of his head and let out a deep sigh. "It's for...my little sister" He whispered softly looking down at the tattoo with a soft gaze. Awh.

Lillith responded, “the Uncrowned King. I’ve always kept an ear out for news about my best friend’s son.” As we ended our handshake, a marking on her wrist caught my attention. My gaze lingered on it, and my brows furrowed. Lillith noticed and hiked her sleeve up to reveal the tattoo of two wolves making the shape of a heart between their touching noses and their extended front paws. “I expect you recognize this,” she said. My chest tightened as memory after memory of my mother’s matching tattoo played through my mind. “Mom said she got tattoos with her sister.”

My figure was something I was very proud of, and it was also something that many others admired. I had mid-length hair that was jet black, identical to my father's, and soft natural curls that I inherited from my mother. I had two small tattoos, one on my finger and one just under my right breast. Warren and I had received matching tattoos, and the one on my finger was among them. It wasn't anything significant, but we were both bored and decided to visit a family friend's tattoo studio. Then there's the one under my breast from a drunken dare with one of my best friends, Adele, a year ago.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.