Mark You

Letting off an evil smirk, it didn’t take long for Ashley to figure out what the marking on mom meant. Sure, it was strange and unusual, but that didn’t stop it from being clear.

It all makes sense. However, if you own mom and she owns dad...then maybe she can own you two. She just had to get the marker first.

Luckily for her, she has the guinea pig to help find it and you’re too busy with a mouth full of dick to even register what’s going on regarding her thought process.

“Dad, my brother has something he shouldn’t.” She tells him quietly with a smile, hoping that you won’t hear her “It’s a marker pen and I’d like for you to carefully get it and write my name on him.”

Dad nods in understanding while sucking on your dick, then he proceeds to rummage through your pockets. Such an action causes you to feel disturbed “W...wh...what are you doing...?” You ask him, eyes widening as he gets out the marker.

“An order.” He says simply “To mark you...”

This really freaked you out. There was always the chance that the tables may end up turned on you, but why her out of all people? Someone cool should actually claim you, not your bitch of a sister...

“MOM!” You scream as dad pins you down and you struggle to escape and get the marker off dad. “Please help! Get the marker off of dad right now!”

“Yes, Master Erik.” She says as she rushes over to dad, then tackles him to the ground to steal the marker from him. Unfortunately, it’s already too late as you look down at your arm to find that he had quickly managed to write ‘Ash’ on it just before.

Ashley watches you in anticipation as you scream and struggle against the incoming mind control. Your mind slipping away as you look over to her. After some time of fighting, you then relax. “Dad, stop sucking him off and give us some alone time...” she tells him.

Dad immediately stops sucking your dick, then leaves the room to go upstairs in the bedroom. Ashley then sits down next to you. “Hey, loser. What would you like to do?” She asks you with a false warm smile, lifting your your head up by the chin and unsure if it worked.

After a while, she gets confirmation as you just stare at her. “Anything you want...” you say rather blankly, now no longer seeing her as your horrible sister but as your mistress.