tagIncest/TabooTits for Tats

Tits for Tats

byMSTarot©

I lost my father when I was sixteen. It sounds tragic doesn't it? I beat his head in with a baseball bat.

He had only himself to blame. When I was ten he told me to always protect my big sister. She is two years older than me, but of slight build like our mother.

For her eighteenth birthday Sara went out with two of her friends to celebrate. We didn't hear from her for two days. I watched my father stew and simmer for every second of those two days.

Now our father was raised in the south were obedience is taught with a belt. He has a heavy hand for a man of God. Sorry he had.

When Sara came home I was in the yard cutting the grass. I didn't hear her because of the mower so I didn't know she was there till I came around the corner of the house. I saw her car in the drive and shutting off the mower I ran for the back door. I could hear my sister's screaming as I came inside. It was coming from upstairs.

At the time I don't remember my mother grabbing my arm. I must have pulled out of her grasp without ever feeling it. When I hit the top of the stairs I saw the open door to my sister's room. Inside I could see her and my father.

He had her by the back of her head, his hand an iron grip in her brown hair. Her shorts and panties were down around her ankles, hampering her trying to get away from him. Father had his belt in his right hand, and was swinging with everything he had at her bare ass and thighs. Dozens of red whelps already marred her pale skin from the small of her back to the bend of her knees.

She was screaming with tears running unchecked down her face.

My door was open. He kept swinging the belt even when her skin split and blood began to run in lines down to her knees.

My door was open. My bat was by the door. The autopsy report said the cause of death was blunt force trauma to the base of his skull. I hit just at the top of his spine with enough force to sever his brain stem!

Death was instant. All I remember was holding my sister as she cried. I don't remember my mother's screams, the ambulance, or the police getting there.

They pulled me from my sister. I fought that. Not to get away, but so I would not be parted from her. Two large officers held me down, their knees in my back. A third put the handcuffs on me. My sister flung herself onto me as they tried to take me out the front door. I stood there with her arms around my neck looking at all the neighbors on their porches. Their faces lit red like demons.

My sister thanked me.

They tried me as an adult. My court appointed attorney pleaded me guilty. He asked the court to show leniency due to my age, that the act was done in the heat of the moment, and that I had swung without the intent to kill. They gave me twenty years. I guess that's lenient.

I did a year and a half at a max juvenile prison then they gave me to the State. Now any of you who might be thinking I got raped in prison you would be wrong. I got put in a cell with a man named Chris Tyler. A burley biker looking fella who was coming back for his second stay in prison. He was there to show me the ropes. Where not to step, who not to talk to. He kept me out of a lot of trouble.

On the inside they called him 'Ink'. He was a trained Tattoo artist with a dozen years of work to show for it. Ink had been running his own shop when he put a gun to the head of a customer who had refused to pay.

They called 'it' armed robbery. He got handed ten years like the judge was handing out candy. He would only serve six of them, but in that time he taught me the trade.

We made our machines from cassette motors and coat hanger wire. Our ink was burnt toilet paper mixed with shampoo. When we could get an ink pen we would strip it down for our tubes and use the ink in the tats.

I came to spend my days in the weight corner of the yard. Lifting iron, with the muscle heads. Having the biggest strongest guys in the house respect you even if you can't lift as much as they can doesn't hurt. My nights I spent learning how to tattoo.

I wrote at first to friends, they told me my sister had moved out even before the trial was over. She vanished not long after. No one knew where she was. Not my friends not hers

I tried to write to our mom twice. Both letters came back unopened. I took that to be answer enough.

Poor mom. She lost a husband, son, and a daughter all on the same day.

Ink got his parole after six years. When he left I little resembled the eighteen-year-old boy he had first shared a cell with. Thanks to him I have tribal work across my shoulders, down to my elbows. There are shadowy fills of spiders and webbing running down to my wrists in a full sleeve on both arms. The tribal flows into Celtic knot work that runs down my spine. I have Japanese style shaded feathers coming off the Celtic to wrap around my ribs.

Long days with the weights had left me cut. It's not good to look like prey when surrounded by predators. Though carrying two hundred pounds of tatted muscle on a six-foot frame, with the fact I killed a man at sixteen with a bat got me generally left alone. What I could do with ink helped as well.

I had just turned twenty-six when a parole board sat my case. Overcrowding, a good record inside, and the fact I had a job waiting outside got me out with half my sentence served, and ten years parole. I took my last shower and scrubbed the stink of the place from my skin. Dressed in clothes that no longer fit right, with personal possessions I had't needed for a decade.

I also carried a wad of cash I had made inside. I walked threw the last locked door and out into the light again. The guard told me good luck. That was nice of him. Most say see you soon.

A car pulled up with a blond at the wheel as I started to walk towards the bus stop. She threw it into park and jumped out! She sprinted across the road, and threw herself into my arms!

I stood numb with shock. Then I noticed how she smelled, how soft, and magically female she was. My bag hit the ground by my feet as I wrapped her scented heat against me. It wasn't till she spoke that I knew who she was.

"Oh, god Kevin!"

I felt my neck growing wet from Sara's tears as she clutched me tight. I held her to me wanting to cry ,but to numb to do so.

"My god Kevin, it is so good to see you."

She eased up, and I let her pull out to the end of my arms.

"How did you know I was getting out, and sense when are you a blond?" I ask laughing.

She smiled and looked me over. "Sense when are you buff?" she giggled "I had the prison to notify me if you ever got parole."

We laughed and hugged again. God how wonderful her body felt against mine. I should have felt ashamed of the growing arousal I had, but it had been ten years sense I had seen much less held a woman.

I saw a look of surprise cross her face, then a smile of teasing that I remembered so well.

"Come on little brother lets get you away from here. If you're getting that kind of reaction from your skinny sister we need to get you laid."

I blushed, then shrugged and laughed at my body's reaction. Grabbing up my bag I followed her to the car. I'm honest enough to admit I was watching her ass. It was a pleasant sight till my mind recalled the last time I had seen it.

"So what do you want to do first?" she ask me with a teasing grin.

I smiled.

"Food!"

She laughed. How beautiful so simple a sound. Just one among many sounds I had forgotten. The world seemed new to me again.

Sitting in the dinning room of our favorite fast food place, from when we were kids, I stuffed myself sick. I listened to her talk about all the things I had missed out on.

"Mom remarried.'

I sipped at my milkshake and took a bite of some super salty fries. I can't say I was surprised.

"She sold the house, and just about everything in it. She took the money, and moved to Atlanta."

Our mom was born there.

"Don't know for sure, but I would bet she hasn't mentioned either of us to him."

"I wouldn't take that bet." I said nodding again.

She sat silent for a minute or two then looked up at me. "What have you got planned? You need a place to stay right?"

"Yea, I have to report to my parole officer when I find a place. I have a job offer with a guy I know." I wiped oil and salt from my fingers.

"Well I have a place, an apartment with a fold out couch. So you have a place to stay."

I started to object, but she shook her finger in my face."No. You have a place to stay. Now when do you want to go see about this job?"

"When ever."

"Ok, well when you get done stuffing your face, we will go see. Then we can go to the apartment, and drop off your stuff. Want to go maybe get you some clothes that fit?" she ask stealing the last of my milkshake.

I looked down at my clothes. I was straining the seams of the shirt, and the pants were ridiculously tight on my thighs. "Yea, sounds like a good idea. I have money."

"Really? What have you been doing that got you money?" she grinned "You aint been pimping out that ass have you?'

"No." I was shocked at my sister. She had never been this forward when we were kids. Of course dad had been around then to keep a tight reign on her.

She laughed at me.

"I have been doing tattooing." I told her taking back my milkshake. She had finished the little bit at the bottom that tastes so much better than the rest. Damn. Picking up my tray I stood up to go.

"Really? Cool. I have always thought about getting a tattoo. So that's your job?"

We walked out to her car, past the plastic playpen with it's colored ball pit. "Yea. The guy I know taught me. He was my cell mate for about six years."

We got into Sara's car, and following the directions I had in a letter, we made our way across town to Ink's shop.

"Hot Needle Hell? What a name for a tattoo shop!" Sara pulled into a parking spot on the side.

Going inside I caught a glimpse of Ink in the back as he stepped from the hall into a back room. There was a young woman at a desk near the door. She looked up from a sketchpad as we came in.

"Hello. Welcome to Hell. Can I help you?"

I heard a chuckle from behind me.

"Yea could you tell Ink that Kevin is here?"

"Sure." She got up and went to the back to get him. I watched Sara looking over the flash on the wall. I could tell that most of it was original designs. Ink hates flash bought from a supply house.

"Kev!"

I grinned as Ink came across the shop with his arms open wide. He gave me a quick rough hug, then stepped back grinning.

"So they decided to kick your ass out early. Told you, you keep your nose clean they would." He looked at Sara. "And who is this?"

Sara smiled. "I'm his sister."

"Oh, so you're the pretty sister he told me about, but he said you were a brunet?"

Sara grinned. "The curtains don't match the drapes."

Ink chuckled. "I like her." He looked over at me. "I might go to prison for her myself. Well Kev, you ready to get to work?"

I had to laugh at that. "How about tomorrow? I just got out this morning."

Ink nodded. "That'll do. I'll put in a call to some of my clients on my waiting list. I'll round you us some work. Your style is close enough to mine they want be able to tell the difference. Mary," he looked at the woman now back at her desk. "Think we can round up enough odds and ends to get Kevin set up?"

She nodded. "Sure. He will need a blood test though."

"Yea that's true. Call Jim down at the clinic. See if he can work Kevin in. Mention that Kevin can do his color work." Ink turned to me. "There is a free clinic about a mile down that way." he pointed to the right on the road out front of the shop. "When you get there ask for Jim. He'll know what you need."

Sara and I would spend the rest of the afternoon together running around. I left a blood sample at the clinic with Jim. We went shopping for some clothes. A quick stop threw a drive threw got us dinner, and we headed for her apartment. Up the stairs, and to the front door brought me into her world.

The place was filled with the scent of her. I came out the door as she opened it, and walked in. I watched from the doorway as she put her keys on the table. She grabbed up some clothes, including a very lacy black item. She looked back, and saw me standing there. She smiled

"Well come in."

I moved slowly into the room unsure about what to do. I found a seat on the sofa, and looked around at the pictures on the walls. I heard her chuckle.

"You look really uncomfortable. It's ok."

I took a deep breath of the female scented air. It was almost an aphrodisiac by itself. "It's been a long day." I told her softly.

Sara came over and knelt down in front of me. She took my hands in hers. "It's alright little brother. Believe it, or not I do understand." She leaned in, and kissed the side of my face. She rubbed my hands, and got to her feet.

I watched her move around the room picking up. "Sorry I'm such a slob." She told me when she had an armload of clothes.

"Nothing new there, you always were."

She stuck her tongue out at me, and threw the whole wad of clothes at me. Turning back to her cleaning she didn't see where everything landed and as luck would have it, a pair of her underwear hit me squire in the face. For a fraction of a second my nose was filled with a half-remembered smell.

I felt my breath catch in my chest. My pulse raced to full speed, and to my shock I found myself instantly hard. Trying to slow my breathing I picked up the food bag, and dug out my sandwich.

Picking up the TV remote Sara turned on the TV, then tossed the remote to me. "Find us something to watch while I go get changed." She went into her room, and closed the door.

For a second I was very tempted to lift her panties back to my nose. Pushing the clothes aside I flipped threw the channels till I found something simple. Sara came back in wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt. She plopped down on the couch, and grabbed up her sandwich.

"Good choice."

We watched TV for an hour, or so while finishing our food. She got up to throw the wrappers in the trash, and came back with us each a beer.

Sitting next to me she threw her arm across my shoulders, and leaned her head into my arm. "Good to have you home."

When I fell asleep I don't know, but I woke when she stood up. "The handle on the side lays the back of the couch down flat. Stretch out. I'll get you one of my pillows, and the blankets here should keep you warm enough. Know where everything is?" she pointed to the half open door to the bathroom.

"Yea." I answered.

"Ok, well get some sleep. I have to leave for work around lunch so you can sleep in." She leaned down, and kissed my cheek. "Sleep tight."

"You too." I told her catching her hand, and giving it a quick squeeze.

I saw the light go off in her room as I came back out the bathroom. I was wearing some of the clothes we had bought that afternoon. Sweat pants, so soft inside they were almost uncomfortable, and a tank top. I turned off the TV, and lay in the dark. The sounds of the neighbors threw the walls of the apartment were a soft blended sound. I could hear soft music from Sara's room.

There was no prison sounds here. No slow step of a guard doing night check. No sound of a toilet being used. No sound of someone being used. Turning onto my side I looked at the now gray TV screen, and tried to drift off, but to no avail.

I turned towards the pillow, and Sara's scent filled my nose. I breathed deep. Perfume, shampoo, female sweat, and a deep perfume that was her personal scent.

In the dark my eyes went to the pile of clothes by the side of the couch. On top of a towel lay her panties. My hand moved without thought to pick them up. I brought them to my nose and breathed deep the rich odor of a woman. I felt myself harden.

My other hand went into my sweats, and pulled me clear of the too soft fabric. The touch sent a shiver threw me. It felt like bare second after I began that I had to grab for the towel to catch the flow.

Gasping for breath I dropped the towel to the floor, and turned over into the couch. I fell asleep ashamed of myself. I didn't realize I was clutching her underwear to my chest till I woke.

My eyes popped open. I listened for the sound of the guard coming to sound the morning bell. I found myself moving into my morning routine before I could stop myself. I paused as I turned to make up my bed and saw the couch. Not quite knowing what to do I went to the bathroom to shave. It was then that I noticed the bit of lace, and cotton in my hand.

I sat down on the side of the tub, and it was there that Sara found me when she woke up.

"Kevin?"

I looked up at her.

"Are you alright?" she ask me from by the door. She crossed the room to me when I didn't answer. She knelt down, and looking into my eyes. All I could do was shake my head. "What is it?"

"I feel.... Lost"

Sara stood up, and wrapped her arms around my head as I started to cry. Ten years of tears I could never shed inside came pouring out in a rush. She ran her fingers over the back of my short cut hair She held me tight as I cried myself out. Silent tears running down her cheeks.

Through my mind ran the thought how soft her breast was against the side of my face. I felt angry with myself for thinking that when her she was trying to comfort me. At the same time I couldn't stop the thought from filling my perspective.

When the tears subsided Sara let me go, and stepped back. She smiled at me. Kind, and sweet at the same time. "It's ok." She brushed a tear from her eye, and taking my hands pulled me up. She hugged me tight then smiled up at me. She winked. "Get out I need to pee!"

Laughing I left her to it, and went out to the kitchen. Getting a sip of water I looked out the window, watching the neighbors moving out to their cars.

Sara came out the bathroom, and into the kitchen. "If I had known I was going to be in a wet T-shirt contest this morning I would have worn something thinner."

Look at my sister I saw how wet with tears her shirt was.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. I've had far worse things on this shirt." Laughing she started making coffee. We had breakfast together not saying much just enjoying each others company.

I watched her start getting ready for work. When she came out of her room a slight frown started to form as I saw her clothing choices.

"Sara, what do you do for a living?"

She looked up from buttoning a tight lace top over an even tighter satin shirt. "I work in a strip club."

"What?" my jaw hit the floor.

She started to laugh at me. "I'm the bartender." She giggled at the look on my face. "Like anyone would pay money to watch me take my clothes off."

She grabbed up her purse, and stuck her feet in a pair of comfortable looking shoes. "Get your stuff. I'll drop you off on my way. You're going to Hell today right?"

I thought about what I had done the night before, and my thoughts this morning. "If I don't change my ways there's a good chance of it."

She laughed at that. "Get your shit!"

As I gathered up my shoes I felt Sara watching me. "Nice ink."

I looked up at her, then down at my arms. The webbing and spiders were all done photo realistic and seemed to ride on my arms and veins. I knew when I moved they seem to have a life of their own.

"Thanks. I did a lot of the left arm myself. Ink did what I couldn't reach and all of the right arm." I slipped my shoes on.

"Is that all of them?"

Shaking my head I reached over my shoulder and caught the back of my shirt. I pulled it up and over my head. Turning I showed Sara my back where the tribal goes into the Celtic know work.

"Wow!" Her finger touched my back and ran down, following the lines by my spine. It sent a shiver threw me. Sara took that to mean she had tickled me. Which prompted her to tickle my ribs.

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