They get pulled over by the cops

As Walter fumbled with fully removing the stubborn material, a police car pulled up behind them, its lights flashing. Peter's heart sank as he saw the officer get out of the car and approach their driver's side window.

"License and registration," the officer said, his voice stern.

Walter rolled down the window, his deep voice rumbling, "Is there a problem, officer?"

The officer's eyes widened as he took in Walter's appearance. "You're... you're naked," he stammered, his gaze dropping to Samus' exposed breasts.

"Is that a problem?" Walter asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

The officer's face hardened. "Step out of the car. Both of you."

Peter's stomach churned as he and Walter got out of the car. The officer's eyes roamed over Samus' naked body, his gaze lingering on the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts.

"Hands on the hood," the officer ordered, his voice rough.

Walter complied, placing his hands on the hood of the car.

"You know that prostitution is against the law?" the officer asked, his eyes fixed on Samus' body.

"We're not... like that. We know each other, i didnt pay anything," Peter stammered, his face burning.

The officer moved in close, his hands roaming over Samus' back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine.

The officer's grin widened. "Really? You're just driving around with your naked girlfriend for fun?"

"They're not my girlfriend!" Peter insisted, his voice rising.

"Oh! So... you dont mind if I have to do a more thorough patdown of your nudist... friend... here? Peter watched, his heart pounding, as the officer's hands moved lower, cupping Samus' ass.

The officer's eyes narrowed. "What's your relationship?"

"We're... we're family," Peter said, his voice barely a whisper.

The officer's grin became predatory. "Brother and sister, huh? Getting a little kinky, are we?"

"No, I... he's my..." Peter started, but the officer cut him off.

"Save it," the officer said, his hand moving up Samus' side, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin again. They both gasped. "I've heard it all before. This could make for a very interesting news story, so I suggest you keep and down while i complete my inspection."

Peter could only watch in horror as the officer continued his "frisk," his hands focusing on Samus' breasts with increasing boldness. He turned Walter to face him, his hands cupping Samus' breasts, thumbs circling the hardened nipples.

"You like what you see?" the officer asked Peter, his voice thick with desire. "Ever seen your sister's tits this close before? You must have, the way she reases you, driving around naked."

Peter's face burned with shame as he shook his head, unable to speak.

"Or this?" the officer continued, his hand moving down to Samus' stomach, his fingers tracing the line to her pussy. "Ever touched her here? Watched her squirm when you did?"

Walter let out a low moan, his body arching under the officer's touch as the officer's fingers found Samus' clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Peter could feel his own cock hardening, a wave of shame washing over him.

"Please," Peter begged, his voice cracking. "Please stop."

The officer just laughed, his other hand moving back to Samus' breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he continued to work her clit with his other hand. "Not until I'm done with my inspection. Ever seen your sister moan like that, boy? Look at her. She's loving this."

Peter could only stand there, his heart pounding, as the officer continued his humiliating search, his hands exploring every inch of Samus' naked body, his questions becoming more and more graphic, more and more humiliating. He was trapped, a helpless witness to his father's degradation, his own body betraying him with its unwanted arousal.