Ann fends Matt off and keeps the pen.

Ann smiled triumphantly as she moved out of reach of her brother. Going around to his legs as her sister struggled with him, she sat on one to pin it in place. Taking the pen, she quickly wrote Ann’s **** on his leg. When the ink vanished, she said. “Stop struggling.”

Matt stopped resisting and he said. “Yes mistress.” His mind screamed at him to get out of there, but he couldn’t make himself move.

Becca sighed as she sat up and looking at her sister she asked. “What did you do?”

Ann smiled at her sister and said. “I made him my ****.”

Becca laughed and said. “Make him my **** too and let’s have some fun with him.”

Ann looked at her sister a wicked grin forming on her face. She knew just what she wanted to do with the pen.