Another time

The peeping tom was a small, skinny little thing, with a black pony-tail against the wall she pressed herself against, trembling like a wet dog. Speaking of wetness, you notice a dark patch in her leggings just below her exposed, lithe navel. Evidently she very much enjoyed the show, up until it's star attraction confronted her. Now, the girl looked about ready to piss herself, reeking of fear, yet barely masking her arousal, blended with a strange scent of...purity?

Your option's overwhelm you for a moment; she's so petite, it'd take no effort at all to lift her off her feet, take her here and now, blood, virginity and all. Perhaps you could indulge her depravity further and take her upstairs, enjoy mother and daughter together.

But she smells...special. Like a delicacy to be enjoyed at your leisure, alone. Besides, peeping toms must be punished.

You put a cold, gentle hand around her neck, hearing her whimper pathetically as you do, holding her in place as you lean in, tilting her head to the side as you do. She complies, out of fear or otherwise, her neck invitingly exposed. You consider indulging, but instead put your lips to her ear.

"I'm going to go upstairs now...to your mother. You cannot watch, but you may listen...listen and anticipate the next time I visit. Nod if you understand".

Silence, save her laboured breaths, then a slow nod.

"Good girl. Speak of this to no one". You finish simply, before leaving her alone in the hallway, not bothering to look back; she will do as she's told. They all will.

Finding Janet's room is simple enough; following the moans, he opens the door to see the two naked as the day they were born, Emily laid on top of Janet, each holding the other's thighs apart, faces buried in their sloppy cunts.