"Looks like we've got one here for Zoe." Their father said as he picked up a small rectangular box.
"Yay! Finally!", Zoe excitedly reached out as their father handed her the gift. She tore the wrapping paper away with a grin, revealing a sleek black case. Opening it, she tilted her head for a moment before smirking.
"Hell yeah," she muttered, lifting the fleshlight that was clearly intended for their father out of the case and examining it with a casual sort of approval.
Jon blinked at his sister, a strange sense of disconnect buzzing in his brain, but nothing seemed out of place. Why wouldn’t Zoe have that? She had always been a bit of a perv, after all.
"Zoe, seriously?" their mother sighed, shaking her head with a smile. "At least try to be subtle about it."
"What? You guys bought it for me," Zoe shot back, rolling her eyes as she placed the toy back into the case. Her movements were relaxed, confident in a way that fit her so naturally that no one thought twice about it. She shifted in her seat, the movement adjusting the loose fabric of her pajama pants just enough to confirm the large bulge there
Jon's fingers absentmindedly traced the hem of his death metal shirt, his dainty nails tapping against the fabric of the lacy bra underneath. He was too caught up in his own anticipation of slipping away to enjoy his own new gift to give much thought to anything else.
Their father, with the practiced patience of a man long used to his children’s antics, simply moved on. "Alright, let's see who's next."
