"What?" I replied in shock.

"Just take a look at it, it's at the top so you won't have to see anything that'll make you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me what you think of it," she said as she lowered her panties slightly so that I could see the area above her pu**y. I turned to look at her and saw she was smiling even more widely at me. "Look, it's a little heart, I want whoever gets to go down there to love me, so that's why I got it." She said.

Indeed she had a small red heart tattoo and as I looked at it I felt my d*ck stir in my pants, I was practically staring at my little step-sister's pu**y. "That's a... a good reason to get that tattooed there," I said with embarrassment. The tip of the heart almost met the top of her lips and for a split second she pulled her panties down a little bit further, just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her pu**y.

"Thanks Randy, I'm glad that you like it," she said to me.

"Ya, it's a little weird that you got a tattoo right above there Vicky," I told her.

"Why," she asked with what seemed to be genuine confusion and innocence.

"Did the tattoo artist have to see you naked to do it," I asked.

"Ya, so what?" she replied.

"Well, most tattoos don't demand that you get naked in front of the tattoo artist Vicky," I told her.

"So? It's not like he hadn't seen me naked before," she said causally.

"What," I asked in shock.

"He'd seen me naked before, when we had sex," she said nonchalantly.

"You mean you had sex with the tattoo artist?" I asked with a tone that clearly showed how phased I was by this.

"Well ya, I wasn't just going to get naked in front of some guy that I didn't feel comfortable with so I had sex with him first," she replied.

"You had sex with him in order to find out if you would feel comfortable being naked in front of him," I asked her.

"Ya, I wanted to find out what kind of person he was first so I had sex with him," she said confidently.

"That's a weird way to see it," I said before I could stop myself.

"Not really," she said as she got up to kneel on the bed. "It's a beautiful way to see things, open your eyes to the pleasure in the world Randy, it can be amazing," she said as she started to caress my cheek.

"Vicky, you're making me a little uncomfortable," I told her, all too aware of how her talking about fucking some tattoo artist was making my d*ck hard, not to mention how much it turned me on to have her caressing my face. It was like she enjoyed making me aroused.

"Why? You know you like it when I touch you and it's not like I'm telling you anything that you don't already know. Deep down, you know that sex is a wonderful thing and that sharing pleasure with someone makes you closer to them," she said.

"I know but you're my step-sister and I don't want to talk about something like this with you," I said.

Vicky began to run her hand down my back and came closer to me. "Don't be so constrained Randy, you know you want to talk about your sexual desires with me, you know that you want to tell me how you feel. I can understand you better than anyone, you can share everything with me," she said. She began rubbing her hand over my chest and moved her head closer to mine before putting her other hand on my chin and turning my head to face hers. "Tell me how you really feel Randy, tell me how you're feeling right now," she said with an intensity that made her seem like she was possessed.

"I... I feel," I didn't know what to say, I didn't want to tell her how I felt, my d*ck was completely hard and throbbing and what I truly wanted was to run my hands all over her body and force her down onto the bed and have sex with her. I couldn't tell her that though and turned away so I wouldn't have to meet her gaze. She is my step-sister and I didn't want to jeopardize the relationship that we had. I was afraid to tell her the truth.

"Tell me, tell me what you want," she told me, almost whispering as she turned my face towards hers again so that she could look me in the eyes.

"I... I want," suddenly she slid her hand down to my d*ck and ran her fingers over my hard shaft, "Vicky!" I cried.

"Isn't this what you want Randy, isn't this what you've been craving, desiring?" she asked as she slowly squeezed the tip of my d*ck in her hands, with seductive smile on her face.