Test the brown pen

You were incredibly intrigued now. What was this thing? This... pen, it was nothing like the black pen. Those images you saw, what was that? You couldn't recall anything...

You turned the brown pen in your hand a few times, pondering it's use. Whatever it is, it seemed like it could be useful. Otherwise Sam wouldn't have given it to you.

But what is it for? He said something about trading skins, but why would you need it to trade skins? You had to test it further...

You grabbed the black pen from the drawer and stuffed both into your pocked, You slowly stepped out of your room, taking a deep breath not wanting to seem suspicious again. You had to get your shit together!

You confidently stepped away, walking down the hall. You walked downstairs, finding only Claire there this time, with Tina gone to God knows where.

As you encroached her, Claire didn't seem to notice you. She was looking at something on her phone, breathing heavily. That's... odd.

Curious, you grabbed the brown pen from your pocket, aiming at her... and-

Once again, you found yourself overwhelmed with sensations, dropping the pen to the ground out of surprise. Like a deer in headlights, you found yourself confronted with a sudden hit of an overwhleming pleasurable sensation in your crotch. And while the images were gone as soon as they appeared, one mamaged to burn itself onto your retinas. The lesbian porn your sister was watching on her screen.

Hearing you drop the pen Claire immediately raised her view to you, her face glowing bright red. "N*gga what the hell?!" She yelled, pulling her hand out of her panties. "Why the fuck are you sneaking on me like that?!"

"You what the hell?!" You yell back at her. "Why are you musterbating in the living room?!"

"Oh like you haven't done that yourself!" She yelled back in her unfitting accent, standing up and walking towards the stiars angrily. "You think I didn't see the nudes you sent Xander last week when you wore this chick?! At least I'm not being gay and riding dick like you!"

You opened your mouth to respond, but instead found yourself just blushing, not knowing what to say. Claire scoffed at you angrily, before rushing upstairs and smashing her room's door behind her.

You closed your mouth, taking another deep breath and picking up the pen. As awkward as that was, at least now you could tell what the brown pen does. It seems like it gives you access to a person's mind. That could possibly be useful. Maybe that's how Sam managed to act like your mom? You'd have to research further.

Still, the more you learned about these criminals, the more you were determined to take them down. The way that guy just shamelessly violated your sister's body like that... it made you sick.

Yet as the sense of **** grew stronger inside of you, your mind sent you back to the short yet overwhelming sensation that accompanied the traumatizing image. This pleasure... it was completely different to anything you ever felt before. And part of you wanted to feel more...