You might need to rethink this first

“Well hello dipshit, now go away. I don’t want to look at any of your stupid things or your stupid face. Get out.” She rudely says to you.

Fall back, fall back, this operation is not going to be successful, your brain tells you. So, you quickly head out of her room into the hallway. Yeah, she’s going to be a difficult person to work with. You don’t think you can write your claim on her unless you were able to **** her to stay still.

…

Maybe you can find another way to claim her.

You make your way back down to the living room to find your mother sitting on the couch and watching TV. Everything from her clothes to her hair is back to normal. The only thing off about her is the black writing on her forearm.

“Hi Erik, how’s your day going?” She asks.

“Hey mom, I’m trying to figure out a problem I have with Ashley.” You wonder if your mom might have any good ideas for your situation.

“Oh honey, are you guys fighting already, you know how I don’t like you two bickering.” Yeah, that was classic mom right there, she was definitely playing her façade well.

“Huh? No not that. I want to claim her as I did with you, but I don’t think she’d let me anywhere near her to write my claim.”

Your mother just has a very confused face as you talk. Before laughing. “That’s a funny joke Erik, claim me? You make it sound like you own me, honey.” She continues to laugh.

Okay, she’s playing her role far too well that it’s making you nervous. Then you think back to what you said to her and facepalm. “Mom, you don’t have to act as nothing happened between us today anymore.”

Her laughter stops immediately, and she looks to you apologetically. “Sorry honey.”

“That’s okay, I’m going to clarify my order. For now, on, just ‘pretend’ that nothing happened between us when you’re around the rest of the family, that way I can slowly introduce your new role with me to dad and Ashley without them freaking out.”

She nods in understanding. “That sounds like a great plan Erik, now what was your question again?”

You give out an exhausted sigh and took a seat on the couch. “It’s with Ashley. I want to claim her as mine, but I don’t know how to get a chance to do it.”

Your mom speaks with a concerned voice. “What do you mean by making her yours? She’s your sister and a human. You can just own her.”

“Well I own you, mom, the writing on your arm says so.”

Looking down at her arm and back at your face, she continues. “Honey that’s different. Your name is on my arm because you own me. Just because you own me doesn’t mean you can own other people, it’s just not how the world works. Maybe you should see a doctor, you’ve been having some very weird misconceptions for an 18-year-old.”

Damn, this power was super cool, but it worked a little too well sometimes.

“Okay mom, I want you to just trust me here. I have a power that lets me own anything I can write my name on. As soon as I write my name on it, it belongs to me, okay?”

Again, she looks concerned but nodded her head in acknowledgment.

“So now that you know this. You know that I’ll need to write my name on Ashley to claim her. Do you think you can help me here? There’s no way she would be comfortable with me getting close to her, none the less, let me write my claim on her.”

Your mom starts thinking for a while. Before speaking up. “Hmm, well there’s a couple ideas I think you might be able to do. You could try writing on her while she sleeps, or you could have someone try and hold her in place while you write on them, but she might start fighting back.”

“Yeah, I thought so. I think I’ll go with the sleep option, although I’ll probably have you there with me just in case she wakes up.” You take a moment to think about some other things before talking to your mom again.

“There was another thing I wanted to talk to you about. I don’t like dad. He’s always been a bastard to me, and never once can I remember him doing something nice for me.”

Your mother seemed shocked by your words. “Well Erik, I know he hasn’t been the best, but he’s always been there to support you. You shouldn’t talk about your father that way.”

You cut her off before she can continue. “No mom, he may pay for the food and house we live in, but never has he been there to support me. Today I want to get my **** on him and I think I’ll do it with your help.”

“Honey please, don’t be this angry with your father. I’ll do what you say, but he’s my husband. He’s taken good care of us and supported us. If you’re that mad with him I can try talking with him, but he might leave us if you take me away from him entirely.” She was starting to get more worked up and scared over your plans, but you made sure to reassure her.

Standing up, you put a hand under her chin to lift her face up to yours. “Mom, you’re my woman now. Not dad’s, not anybody else’s. And I don’t want you to worry about dad. No matter what happens, I’ll be there to take care of you, to support you, to make sure your needs are met, and to pleasure you. I’m the only man that matters to you.” Dipping down, you gave her a deep tongue filled kiss. As you broke away, she let in a deep breath. Her face was beat red as she looked into your eyes.

“Okay, Erik. I trust you.”

“Just remember to pretend as if nothing has changed between us, and act to my actions accordingly.”