A new tattoo?

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"I need to pick out a new tattoo today. I want it to be healed up before it gets warm enough to go swimming. Do you want to come with?" Suzy didn't really have any interest in tattoos, but she didn't know what else she was going to occupy herself with while Emma was gone. She shrugged her shoulders and nodded, checked her phone again, and looked up to see her tall cousin facing away from her. She had hooked the sides of her fashionably tight white shirt and was sliding it up her slender torso.

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Suzy was used to girls changing in front of her, and almost went back to browsing when she saw the tips of a tattoo peaking out before being slowly revealed to be two very well done peacock feathers that flared at her shoulders and tapered down the curve of her shoulder blades. Not the most original tattoo she'd ever seen, but it was very detailed and accented her lithe body perfectly. "Check it out. You like it? This is a temp that'll fade in a few days, but I think I'm going to get it for real," Emma said, turning so the side of her breast was visible as she glanced over her shoulder. Suzy couldn't help but nod in appreciation.

"That's some pretty good art. What are you going to get next?" she asked, figuring that is where Emma wanted the conversation to go. Suzy had learned how to talk to popular girls to get them to like her. They loved to be asked about themselves. Emma turned, her shirt resting atop her lovely and pert breasts. Suzy couldn't help but blush a bit. She was so pretty it was hard for her to do anything that doesn't look like a modeling shoot.

"Oh, I don't know. I was thinking a tribal sun on the small of the back, maybe bordered with barb wire." she said. Suzy sat with her mouth open.

"You are getting a tramp stamp!?" she asked, shocked before she saw Emma giggle.

"No, no! God no!" she said before laughing. "I was actually of thinking something here," she said, drawing a finger across her ribs, just under her firm bosom. "You know, like Rihanna has, or something. Give the boys something to look at besides my tits." Suzy scoffed.

"In my experience, anything that gets in the way of looking at tits is just going to piss them off. You are fuckin' hot, Emma. They got plenty to look at. Get something for yourself." Emma stopped smiling for a second before slowly nodding her head, her smile returning as she spoke.

"You know, you're right. Let me change real quick. Your tank top will be fine, but I'd loose the bra. If you get anything you'll thank me later." She said. Suzy was a bit shocked. Most of her friends ignored her advice, usually to their regret. She didn't really know how to react. She didn't plan on getting a tattoo, but it would be rude to ignore Emma's advice as she had just taken her own.

"Oh..okay, yeah." she said, reaching under her tank top to unsnap her bra. She pulled it out the front and sat it on the bed. She was a bit nervous. She'd learned early in her senior year that she couldn't go braless like she used to. Her perky C cups were stretching her shirt to it's limit. She'd spent the entire day with the thin fabric rubbing against her tender nipples, hardening them often. It was very uncomfortable to be stared at by every single boy, and even the male teachers. By the end of the day, she was walking around with a book clutched to her chest to hide her painfully erect and tender nipples from further ogling.

She stood to follow Emma to her room, noticing that the puffiness of her nipples were enough to make a slight impression through the fabric of her shirt. Emma's room was just down the hall, and the exact opposite of hers. Plush white carpet, a modern King sized bed, and a huge floor to ceiling window overlooking the garden maze in the backyard made up the most striking features. Just outside the window, Suzy noticed that they shared a balcony. On this, Emma had two beach chairs, no doubt to work on her tan, and with a small table in the middle. Emma had already pealed off her shirt and opened her modern walk-in closet. She selected a very low-backed drape top that looked light and thin enough to be tolerable to anything she might get; as well as showing off her temporary shoulder tattoos. Suzy followed her out, glancing back into her room and noticing the jacuzzi in-floor bathtub. She was instantly jealous.

Suzy followed Emma down the stairs, struggling to keep up with the taller girl's stride. "Bye, Kate. We're going out!" she yelled, not giving her time to respond. Suzy got the distinct impression that her aunt didn't know her step daughter was about to get a new tattoo. They quickly hopped into Emma's SUV, and pulled out down the long driveway.

Suzy wasn't surprised at her choice of vehicle. Vermont winters can get pretty harsh, and her cousin didn't strike Suzy as the type of girl that would let a little snow get in the way of something she wanted. The ride into town was a quick affair through the pine and cedar forest. Within minutes, trees gave was to grass and a quaint but affluent rural Vermont town; Dukeberry. Suzy remembered visiting it when she was younger. She remembered they still had a real candy store, and her and Emma would run off with taffy and sweets.

They pulled up in front of "Elysium Ink". Suzy guessed from the upper-middle class girls she saw walking from shop to shop that this tattoo parlour probably specialized in trendy and hipster designs. As they walked in, she noticed the mechanic across the street staring at them. She wasn't surprised. Emma was absolutely gorgeous, and she had admit that she was a pretty, if petite, chick. She quickly forgot about him as they entered the parlour.

The mechanic pulled out his phone and texted his brother, Dylan. "The other little bitch is in town." Suzy wouldn't recognize him since his portraits were taken down. Emma's older brother Alex spat on the concrete before tightening the lug nuts on a car suspended above him on a lift. The brothers had talked about what they'd like to do to the family that stole everything from them. Now, there were two of them in town. Too bad their "aunt" wasn't with them.

"Fuckin finally. Lets do it." Was the text he got back. Alex shrank his screen and slid the phone back into his Dickie's work pants. Even as sweat poured down his face, he began to smile at the thought of what was to come.