"What is going on here?"

"What is going on here Peter Jackson Fowler?"

The three of you are broken from your reverie to see Liz standing, semi-clothed with her hands on her hips.

"It's not what it looks like!" Peter gasps, both hands leaping to his crotch.

"Funny, because I just watched your naughty-missy of a sister suck your cock." Liz says sternly. "Or there more to it?"

She is already starting to crack a smile as she sees her son trying to grab something - anything - to cover up. She strides over to her son and swats his hand away from his flacid penis.

"What are you doing?" He splutters.

"Looks like you aren't motivated right now." Liz purrs to her son. "What were those strong words about coming in your sister's pussy?"

This fucking family is out, of, control. I love it.

"I-

Liz cuts him off and looks at the two of you in staring. She pinches her son's lifeless cock, which makes me jump.

"Well girls, I think Peter wants a show."