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Punk Slut s*s

&#034C'mon Billy, it'll be fun,&#034 Jenny urged me. &#034I'm not sure,&#034 I shrugged, &#034It sounds cool and everything but...&#034 &#034Not scared are you?!&#034 &#034No!&#034 &#034Then come on then! Come ooon!&#034 Jenny whined, grabbing my arm, &#034I hate going there alone, it sucks. I can't go with that twat of a boyfriend anymore 'cos he's not my boyfriend anymore since he met that fucking cunt he's now banging.&#034 &#034So you're dragging me there so you don't look like a sad recently-dumped singelton,&#034 I grinned. &#034You motherfucker,&#034 sniggered Jenny, giving me a playful punch on the arm. We were in the living room of our parent's suburban home. It was early Saturday evening and our mum and dad were away for the weekend. My s****r Jenny and me both lived at home, although Jenny had previously spent a year living with her &#034twat&#034 of an ex-boyfriend, but he'd dumped her for another woman last month and she was living back at home, something that frustrated her somewhat. Jenny was twenty-years-old, a couple of years older than me. She was a hardcore punk. She'd been a grunge-chick in her early teens, then gone to goth, then emo, and now, for the last couple of years, was a punk bitch through and through. As she stood before me, urging me to accompany her to her favourite punk bar downtown, she was dressed up in her going-out-gear; knee-high black leather boots, black fishnet stockings, a very very tight pair of red hotpants with black trim and a ...

... skin tight short-sleeved red top that had been crudely cropped under the breasts. In other words, Jenny had crudely ripped the bottom half off so that although it covered her boobs it left her flat midriff bare. She also had on a pair of fingerless leather gloves. Much to our parent's shock, Jenny had gotten herself tattooed too. She had a dragon encircling her pierced naval, a broad celtic symbol across her lower back, a big black and red rose between her shoulder blades, another rose on her right bicep, a skull encircled by a ribbon with her name &#034Jenny&#034 written on it on her left bicep, a cartoon devil on her right-forearm and, finally, the Playboy bunny on her right bum-cheek. I knew about the bum-cheek tattoo because she'd showed it off last year when she got it. I'd been sitting at the computer trying to do my homework when Jenny had sauntered up to me, turned around, lifted up her mini-skirt (she'd been wearing a pink thong) and wiggled her bum at me, complete with her new Playboy bunny stamped on her right cheek. &#034D'ya like it?&#034 she'd asked. &#034Very nice,&#034 I'd told her, before I'd playfully smacked her tattooed bum-cheek and told her to fuck off and leave me alone. We loved each other really though! It's probably fair to conclude a description of my punky big s****r with a mention of her hair. It was bright pink and stuck up straight in a mohawk. Normally it just hung loose but as she was planning on going out she now stood before me with her hair ...