Not yet.

You sit back down at your workstation, a steaming bag of popcorn clutched in your hand. This is better than TV! ...Well no. But it is better than actual work.

Charlie obliviously pulls Ed's bedroom door open. She starts congratulating him on his hard work; "See, Ed? We both win when you start thinking with your brain, instead of tugging on that pathetic little geeky cock -". She stops when she sees that a) he's still tugging away, b) it is in fact a monstrous huge geeky cock, and c) what has made it throb like that is a picture of her arse in all its glory.

Charlie stands there, jaw agape, for a few seconds, brain malfunctioning as she takes in the sight. Maybe it's because Ed's mind can't comprehend how fucked he is, who knows, but he absentmindedly continues stroking himself while the two step-siblings stare at each other in horror. Eventually Charlie snaps out of it - but to your surprise she slowly walks away, rather than kicking the shit out of the perv. She looks oddly pensive, her face unreadable, as she walks to her bedroom.

Ed sits at his desk, head in his hands, dick deflating, until suddenly his phone pings. He sighs and checks it, then his eyes bulge, his face turns bright red... and he's back at full mast.

What did he see?? Did Charlie say something??? What's she up to in her room...? Fuck, you wish you could see their messages...

Oh wait. You work for a disturbingly powerful, incredibly invasive corporation. You can just tell the IT lads you need the family's phone records and messages for your case. To be honest getting them will probably be depressingly easy.