Does Faye write more rules or go down stairs?

Downstairs. (Incest)

WARNING! chapter contains incest, if you are not into that sort of thing, I suggest you skip this chapter. Have a great day.

Decided she had written enough for now and head downstairs and into the kitchen. "Hi Mom, how are you?" Faye asked, upon seeing her mother in the kitchen.

"I'm fine sweetheart, just preparing dinner." Helen replied, as she mashed some potatoes.

"Cool. What are we having?" Faye asked.

Before Faye could receive an answer, she felt soft, tender hands caressing her butt. "Hello Amy." Faye greeted her sister, who had now slid her right hand inside the back of my knickers and gently squeezing my left bra cup.

"Hello Faye, love your undies, so cute." Amy replied.

"Did you have a nice day at work sweetie?" Hellen inquired, adressing Amy.

"Wonderful Mom, my co-worker challenged me to a bet and lost, so I made her wet herself. It was hilarious. What about you Mom?" Amy responded, as she ran a finger along my butt crack.

"Didn't really spend much ime at work, there was a gas leak so they sent us all home early. Plus side, I'm on a salary, so my paycheck won't be affected." Helen explained, as she finished mashing the potatoes and spread them in a baking dish, over some minced beef.

"Awesome." Amy replied. "What are we having for dinner." She said, changing the subject.

"Cottage pie." Helen said, putting the dish in the oven and turning around.

Helen smirked, at seeing Amy's hand resting on Faye's left bra cup.