For her 21st birthday, my big sister decided she wanted a tattoo, so a couple months before, she too
For her 21st birthday, my big sister decided she wanted a tattoo, so a couple months before, she took me along to a tattoo parlor so she could start thinking about options. When I wandered away, I found this one. I must’ve been staring at it for a long time, because she scared me and I jumped when she came up next to me. “You must’ve found something you like,” she said, the looked down. “Oh… No wonder you were stuck on this one.” She looked over at me. She was uncomfortably close. She gave a little half smile. “You like big booty bitches?” I looked down, but then realized it just looked like I was staring at it again, so then I looked away. My face felt hot and I knew I was blushing. “I… d… uh…I don’t know…” She laughed. “It’s okay if you do. Some of us girls have big, fat booties.” She ran a hand down over the incredible curve of her ass, then gave it a little smack. It wobbled, and I felt my dick getting hard. I realized my mouth was open a little, and I closed it and looked away again. “You know, most boys don’t appreciate it,” she said, leaning in closer. I could feel her hip pressing against mine. Was she doing that on purpose? Did she mean to be kinda almost rubbing her big, juicy ass on me? “We like it when guys appreciate a real woman,” she said. “You know what I mean?” I gulped and nodded and prayed for The Lord to take my soul right there in the tattoo shop before I jizzed my pants. “Do you like girls with big butts?” she asked again. I didn’t know what to say. “I… I guess?” She laughed, then turned away a bit and bumped me full-on with that giant ass, slamming it against me. “You better, your big sister has one!” She laughed again and turned back to me, leaning over and putting her chin on my shoulder. “So what do you think?” She pointed down to the tattoo design under the glass countertop. “Should I get that?” “Oh my God,” I said, “You can’t get that!” She turned her snooty little nose up. “I’m turning 21. I can do whatever I want with my body.” My dick got harder. What the fuck was wrong with me? “Um…I guess it’s your choice.” “Would you like it if you met a girl who had that tattoo?” “I…hell, I don’t know!” She slugged me with her hip again. “You’d wanna fuck her and you know it!” “Dude, if you want the tattoo, get it!” She paused, then leaned in again. “Would Mom totally throw me out of the house if I got that?” I laughed, a huge relief after the last few minutes. “She SO would!” She cackled. “Well, now I have to get it! “Yeahhhh, ya kinda do, I guess…” The thought of that tattoo permanently branded onto her soft skin made my balls tingle inside. I could feel my toes squirming in my shoes. “Okay,” she said with a sneaky smile. “So where do I put it?” I wasn’t sure what to say. “You’re the big booty lover,” she said. “Where would you want it?” I felt lightheaded. “Uh… Mom’ll kill you.” “Then we’ll get it someplace Mom won’t see it. Like…what about right here,” she said, turning and tapping a spot on the upper-left part of her left cheek, toward where it met with her hip. “If it wasn’t too big, even a bikini would cover it there. Unless it was a super tiny bikini.” She grinned at me. “I guess I can’t argue with that.” “If I’m gonna get a tattoo like that, it kinda has to go somewhere on my ass,” she said. “It can’t say ‘Big booty bitches’ on my ankle, you know?” I laughed. “Right…” “So! It’s settled,” she said. “I’ll get it on my ass. And you can’t tell anybody!” “I won’t!” “Good! Then only you and I will know it’s there. It’s our secret.” She winked. I couldn’t help smiling. I blushed. She giggled again. “Yay! There’s that smile I love!” She pulled me close and gave me a big smooch on the cheek. “I love that I’m getting a tattoo on my ass ‘cause my baby brother loves big booty bitches. That’s so crazy!” I just kind of laughed. “Okay. We can go now,” she said, slipping her hand into mine and leading me out of the shop. We hadn’t held hands since we were kids. I was smiling really big and kept trying to stop, but I couldn’t help it. She held on and swung my arm back and forth, skipping merrily down the sidewalk. “Yaaay!” she sang, her breasts bouncing. “Big booty secrets are the best kind of secrets!” I laughed out loud. We reached the car and climbed inside. Putting the key in the ignition and starting the car, she turned to me. “You’re gonna come hold my hand and watch me get it, right?” -- source link