Beth's Tattoo

I originally wrote and published this story under a different pen name and title. All characters portrayed in any form of sexual activity are 18 years of age or older and fictional.

My sister Beth's aspiration to get a tattoo started when Bob and I returned from New Orleans with tattoos on our shoulders. Beth thought they were cool and wanted to have a tattoo of her own near her ankle, but our parents disapproved, stating that only indecent girls would have tattoos.

Besides being my best friend since the 7th grade, Bob was Beth's boyfriend. They met at our house years ago and instantly hit it off and later started dating, which became a serious affair. After High school, I started attending the nearby community college since I was keen on becoming an art teacher one day, and Bob went on to work for his father, who had a home remodeling business. Beth was two years junior to me. She had just graduated from high school and waited to attend college in the fall semester.

Beth and I got along well, and our relationship improved when she started dating Bob to the point that I didn't even mind double-dating with them. When I was the driver, and Beth was in the backseat with Bob, I often knew what went on there, but I didn't care. I guess it was hard not to understand. Likewise, they knew what I did in the backseat with my dates. Whenever Bob and Beth had disagreements, Beth always came to me asking to interfere or for counsel, so we pretty much knew about each other's personal lives.

When Beth thought she could have a tattoo that our parents wouldn't see, she went to a tattoo artist, came home with a few designs she liked, and asked me if I could enhance a few of them for her. I casually agreed but never spent much thought drawing the butterfly with a heart in the center of each wing. After she bugged me several times, I made a few designs using my computer program and gave her a few printouts since she wanted to get a tattoo before Bob's next birthday to surprise him.

While she was extremely happy with my designs, she wanted to see how her favorite design would look on her skin, using several different colors of her choice. One summer morning, when I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs, I had no idea what Beth had in her mind till she asked if I would draw her favorite butterfly below her collarbone on the back of her shoulder. I didn't have the heart to say "No!" to Beth. So, I agreed, since I didn't have anything better to do either that morning, and therefore invited her to my room for the task.

"I don't want it to be any bigger than this, ok?" Beth said, giving me a folded piece of paper with a design. I grabbed a few fine-point erasable ink pens in three primary colors and prepared to draw while she rested face down in my bed and lowered her blouse below the shoulder.

It didn't take me long to realize that drawing on skin was much different than drawing on a flat piece of paper on a flat desk. The straight line would look uneven, so I decided to lie beside her in bed for better leverage. I stretch her skin between my left thumb and the index finger to resume, which yields better luck. Then, I also had to deal with the tickle factor, as Beth got jumpy when I touched certain areas, causing me many retries to draw on a little patch of her skin. Once I finished the outline, I asked Beth if she realized that our parents could see the tattoo if she wore a low-cut top.

"Good question... They will see it, won't they?" Then she thought for a moment and asked if I had any recommendations, and I kiddingly said, "Why don't you get a tattoo on your buns, so only Bob can see it?" and went on to work on her skin. Seconds later, she surprised me by asking me to draw on her rear cheeks.

"Well, are you sure? Which side do you want me to do?" I asked, not knowing if she was kidding or not, and her answer was, "Hmm... Let's see how it turns out. You can do either side; it doesn't matter right now."

I became a bit nervous about having to draw on her ass cheeks, let alone see it out in the open. I must also admit that I also felt a strange excitement, but I didn't know why. I haven't seen Beth without a piece of cloth covering her rear since we became teenagers, and the vision of seeing and drawing on them brought weird and wonderful feelings that I can't explain. But I knew I didn't want anyone, especially Bob, to know that I drew on Beth's naked ass, and therefore I looked for a confirmation from Beth.

"Are you sure you want me to do that?" I asked again, and she articulated her desire to go ahead.

"Hey, don't worry, I already showered this morning. So, my back is clean. On the other hand, are you nervous about touching my buns, are you? I am sure you have seen a pair of ass cheeks before, right? Once you have seen a pair, you have seen them all. Besides, when I go to a tattoo artist, I must let him touch me there, too, right?" Beth went on...

"Alright, Beth! Your ass is where I am going to draw on next. I guess you are right; once you've seen one, you have seen them all, so are you ready to drop your panties, Beth?" I teased her back, covering my nervousness, and said with a macho voice.

Then I lifted her dress and rolled down her panties enough for me to draw. She laughed and got on the bed. I knelt between her thighs as she brought them closer, gently touching me. I didn't think it would be exciting to see my little sister's naked butt, but having them exposed in front of my face brought feelings that I hadn't experienced before. However, I stayed calm, but my dick got a little excited about the outlook.

I found drawing on a well-rounded flesh was much more complex than the back of her shoulder. Therefore, I kept moving around to be in a comfortable position so that I could rest my elbows and still be able to draw. Beth stood still mostly, but each time I changed my position, she had to move to accommodate me. This awkwardness created a couple of problems. Each time she moved her butt, her panties would roll up again, getting me to roll them down while I tried to draw without offending Beth. I also began to enjoy touching her smooth, curvy ass, and my dick started to get aroused. Each touch brought more feelings and desires to see the rest of her ass and fondle, as I wished, down to her covered pussy.

"Hey, Beth, do you mind if I slightly lower your underpants? They are getting in the way?" I finally asked, sounding a bit aggravated. She nodded but didn't say anything. Without any further delay, I quickly lowered her undies down to her knees, but when that became a hindrance to her body movement, I had to remove them entirely after getting her consent. She did not protest because her garment was removed to allow her legs and butt to be relaxed without the resistance that panties caused.

I was having a good time playing with her butt, drawing, erasing more often than necessary, stretching her skin, and squeezing her butt softly. Of course, this was all necessary for the job I agreed to do. Then when I accidentally dropped the pen between her ass cheeks down to the bed, I made a quick attempt to catch it, but it wound up falling anyway. In my attempt to quickly grab the pen, I made unintentional contact with her pussy, and I felt the unmistakable feel of some saturation there. I sniffed the back of my hand to make sure it wasn't sweat, and I knew it wasn't. That gave me a sinister feeling. My little sister was getting wet and excited by my touch; WOW... I thought, and I was getting equally, if not more, enthusiastic and had a hard-on to prove it.

Therefore, the next time when I wanted to erase a line, I became a bit daring and used my tongue to wet along the ink line, which made her jerk her ass, and then I proceeded to use my palms to erase.

"That tickles..." Beth exclaimed. Making the most out of the opportunity, I squeezed her ass cheeks and licked along an ink line since she was pinned to the bed and couldn't make much of a fuss about it but laugh hysterically.

"Are you done yet? I don't want to be tickled to death, you know?" she asked, regaining her poise. I was almost done at that point with the design, but I went on to play more by drawing slowly across her thighs, her ass checks, while keeping my face flat on her other ass-cheek, causing Beth to raise her ass and make contact with my nose.

When she thought I had crossed the line, she threatened to leave by saying, "That's enough. I had it!" but I was in no mood to stop the play. I knew she was hot and wet. My dick was trying to burst out of my pants. More than anything, it gave me pleasure just having her naked butt in front of me for me to play as I wished, and thus, I wanted to prolong it as long as possible.

"Ok, ok, I stopped. I was just playing Beth."

"Are you done yet? I want to see what you drew in a mirror."

"Before you do that, can I ask you a question?" I asked, hoping to extend the game.

"Sure!"

"If you don't want anyone to see the tattoo except for your significant other, why not draw it on your public? " I asked, then hoped she would agree and allow me to see her front now that I had seen her glorious ass and had a good time playing with it.

"You think so?" Beth asked, almost whispering.

"Well, since I am at it, I can draw, and then you can decide later, right?" I was getting more excited than ever before. I wanted to see her dripping pussy, up close and want to play with it, even if that meant jacking off like a madman afterward.

"And you are not tired?" Beth asked, trying to decide whether to go ahead with my idea; I guessed.

"My back is a little hurt, but I can rest on the headboard this time and draw."

As soon as Beth moved her body, I quickly jumped off the bed and got back in with my back resting on the headboard. I spread my legs and assisted her to place her hips between my open thighs with knees bent and feet near my waist. Beth must have seen my hard-on that was very visible along the left thigh but did not say anything. Instead, she sat with her eyes closed, head turned towards the wall.

"You are not shy, are you?" I spoke to break the ice and to comfort her.

"Nope!" She said softly without opening her eyes or turning her head.

"Hey, you don't have to be shy; I have seen a couple of these before. Once you've seen one, you've seen them all, right Beth?" I punched her back, trying to loosen her up a bit.

"Well, that's not it. The thing that you are looking at is mine. That's all." She said, meeting my eyes for a brief moment and looking away again.

"Ok. Let's get started." I said, looking at her pussy directly for the first time.

My dick didn't have any more room to grow, but I found it difficult to move my eyes from the fabulous site of Beth's freshly shaven clean pussy that was already glistering and steaming with her juice. Her clit was unmistakably swollen from the contact that we already had, and we mutually enjoyed the little play without admitting to one another. I can't remember the last time I was able to hold back without sticking my dick in a pussy for this long when the other party seemed to be steaming hot and ready.

I pushed my hips forward and, at the same time, grabbed her by the waist and brought her a bit closer, now getting my crotch in contact with her ass. If she opened her eyes and looked closely, she could definitely see my swollen dick head peeping out under the hem of my shorts. However, her eyes closed, her head turned, and she rolled her pink lips occasionally or ran her tongue over them.

"Do you prefer which side you want the tattoo?" I asked while still trying to concentrate.

"Ummm... How about the top left?" Beth said softly, without bothering to open her eyes.

"You got it!" I said and placed the tip of the pen just above her clit and moved her skin with my thumb from the opposite side of her hard clit, making her lips part a little below the clit. She shook her hips, then settled as I went on to draw. As I adjusted and readjusted my position, my shorts slid up and brought the head of my shaft out into the open. With my body moving, the crown of my cock rubbed off on her silky thighs, and it was impossible for Beth not to notice, but she didn't say a word. Looking down, I also noticed that her juice was now dripping between us and perhaps wetting my bed sheets beneath us.

"Hey, looks like you are making my bed sheets wet..." I joked. As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I feared that I said the wrong thing, and I expected Beth to react, making me eat my own words.

"I am not the only one; I feel something of yours rubbing on my legs too..." Her face turned red, but she remained calm and responded to defend herself.

"No kidding, Beth. The darn thing is trying to burst out of my pants. See what I get for trying to help you?" I said with a smirk. My sister quickly relaxed again, letting out an uneasy laugh.

"If it is that uncomfortable, you can let it out. I don't mind." Then she paused for a second. "Besides, I've seen one of two of those, you know. Once you have seen one, you've seen them all, right?"

I had to chuckle, hearing Beth using my words to comfort me this time. "Are you sure, Beth? You don't mind me taking my shorts off?"

She smiled nervously but appeared to be serious. I didn't hesitate for a second. I quickly rolled her hips to a side, removed my shorts, and rolled her back between my parted legs. During the motion, my dick rubbed upwards from her now parted pussy and rested in the valley, with the head of my cock over her swollen clit. Beth jumped and moaned, but to my displeasure, she said, "That's not what I meant. I don't want your thing where it is now. You better move it elsewhere, bro." But she took a good hard look at my rigid cock. Her wide eyes traveled along the length of my shaft, involuntarily making an O with her open mouth.

With regret, I moved my dick over to her left thigh, and it bounced slowly down to her groin, where it rested while oozing pre-cum. Beth lifted her head and peeked at it again, then complimented my steel rigid member, having seen it for the first time in full attention.

"I can see why you are so proud of your thing." She rested again with her eyes closed as I went to work. But I didn't draw anything that resembled close to what I was supposed to. Instead, my fingers walked on her pubic, pushing the pen.

However, I knew I had her. I was getting courageous by the second. Instead of stretching her skin by touching elsewhere, I placed my thumb on her hard clit, making her quiver, and then kept it on her clit to slowly massage it in rotary motion. All this was while trying to run the pen on her skin at the same time. She blinked, then rolled her lips but did not object. I became more involved in the massage than drawing. In one instance, I slid my thumb lower and applied the moisture from pussy to better lubricate her clit, and then she shook her hips viciously for a few moments, raised her hips slightly to make better contact, settled back in my lap, and then let out a moan. Beth raised one knee and let it swing out leisurely, displaying her moist cunt before me with uninhibited temptation. If I knew anything, I knew that she had an orgasm. If she did have an orgasm, it wasn't an earth-shattering one that I would like to brag about.

I moved my fingers down and rubbed her pussy while my thumb danced over the clit. As I increased the speed and applied more pressure over her pussy, I felt her pelvis moving slowly and then joined the rhythm of my fingers. Within seconds, there was the movement of her hips, and I thought that she definitely needed my help to achieve the climax that she was on the verge of reaching. I dropped my pen so that I could use both hands to caress her pussy, abdomen, and thighs while still keeping my thumb on her clit.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned and started rubbing her soaking pussy over my fingers. I could see her pussy overflowing with hot juice that ran between us and disappeared into the bed as she rode my stiff fingers over the valley of her pussy, moaning in ecstasy. Then she collapsed her body to the bed. It took a few moments for her to regain her tranquility to find me still massaging her clit and rubbing my steel rod on her thigh and groin. I wanted nothing less than to stick it in her hot juicy pussy tunnel, but I feared for my life to do it.

The first thing she asked after opening her eyes was, "Did you finish or something? I feel something wet all over my thigh."

"No, Beth, it is the stuff that leaked. Not my cum." I said. She thought for a moment, and I waited to be invited inside her pussy.

Beth then said, "If you really need to..." and I did not waste a split second. I had my rigid shaft inside her pussy and ready to press on in a blink of an eye. Her moist, supple pussy lips seemed to suck the head of my cock in like a vacuum, slurping at it for the rich goodness. It felt so good that I twitched my hips, easing my cock around in her tight, slicken pussy hole.

"No, No, I was going to ask if you want to go to the bathroom or something to finish yourself... not inside of me..." she protested, and I was now in no mood to withdraw my cock from her warm and slippery pussy. In fact, not only the head of my cock was within her, but about an inch of my shaft was also inside already, but it was eager to explore the depth of her pussy.

"Are you sure, Beth?" I asked while still moving my hip forward, and I waited as she stared at me with her lips rolled in.

"I don't think we should..." Beth responded, looking the other way, but didn't make any attempts to make me withdraw.

Instantly, I was scrambling forward. I glided between her open thighs into a crotch and pushed my hardened cock further into the slash of pinkness that pouted wide before me.

"Do you really want me to take it out, sis?" I asked teasingly as my cock was now buried inside.

"What if Bob finds out?" That was all my sister could say while keeping her eyes shut and her face directed at the ceiling.

I didn't need any more excuses or encouragement as I moved my hips forward and eased my dick deeper into Beth's slippery hot love tunnel, snuggling into her. It stretched her cunt wide apart, and she cried out in a sudden burst of pleasure. I paused for a moment for her to get adjusted to my thickness and to comfort her by saying,

"I won't tell Bob if you don't". I murmured.

Beth didn't answer, but she smiled up, showing her pleasure. I lowered my chest to her and reached to fondle her round breast under her partly opened blouse for the first time, making Beth's body tremble. Her knees clamped on either side of my waist for leverage, and she began to slide her ass on my lap in a rhythm to get more of my cock in as I paid attention to her lovely breasts. I also assisted in her quest by moving my hips in a slow pumping motion, working an inch or two of my engorged cock in and out of her squeezing hot hole.

Beth moaned loudly in ecstasy as her pussy swallowed the entire length of my swollen dick. I couldn't hold back a throaty groan of sheer delight myself as I held Beth's sensual body, her large tits shoving against my flat chest and legs now wrapped around my hips and pussy squeezing on my meat in a vice-like grip. Beth rested her face on my shoulder and rode my cock slowly but steadily while she moaned and kissed my neck. I brought my mouth to her vibrant tit flesh. My lips stretched apart to take almost the whole soft orb of Beth's tit between them as her body shuddered. She moaned, practically whimpering as fresh floods of juice poured over my cock shaft until it was oily and slick.

"Oh—ohhhh... "Beth squealed. This went on for another fifteen minutes at least. Beth came every three or four minutes, each time a little harder than the last. Then, her whole body tightened, and I knew my sister was caught at the very peak of an earth-shattering orgasm. Her hips moved up and downward, faster and faster, clenched her vaginal muscles. She gasped and moaned into my mouth, completely caught up in ecstasy and kissing me deeply and passionately for the first time. I held her tight, enjoying the feeling of her soft breasts against my chest. Then I felt spasms begin in her pussy, her flesh shivering in anticipation of the climax that was swooping in to claim them, victim. Suddenly Beth shouted, "Oh, God, I'm ...I'm...! Oh, oh OH!" and collapsed to my chest. I wasn't far behind.