The Wrong Smith Girl by Jack Stratton
An emotional tale about Jack and Maggie and how they broke up, but still had to spend the weekend with her parents. Also how sisters can look a lot alike, but be completely different.
“You got a tattoo on your back, too?”
She nodded, still facing her body away from him, but looking at him from over her shoulder.
He moved in and put his hands on her waist. She froze. He touched the edges of her thin shirt.
“Can I see?”
She swallowed and nodded. Their eyes met. Curiosity, lust.He pulled up her shirt slowly and saw that there were two jet black f-hole, like the ones on a violin or cello. It was a lot of ink, a lot of time. He touched the edge of it and he could feel raised scarred skin.
Her back was smooth and her ass curved out from just below his hand.
“Wow. You got all this done in the last year?”
She moved forward, pulling her shirt out of his grip.“Yeah. I was dating a tattoo artist for a while.”
He took her hand and looked at the tattoo on her wrist.
“Did they hurt?”
“That’s the best part.”