Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

No Fuck Boundaries: 22 The twins were absolutely insufferable for most of the day. They were always close, always together, but there was something different about it this particular Saturday. Neither Riker or Izzy had any intent of telling their family it was because they'd spent most of an hour with Riker dedicatedly making Izzy cum, followed immediately by him coating her in a cummy mess from pussy to breasts and everywhere in between.

Not that anyone would have asked, of course.

Helena struggled a bit watching the twins go around all day hand in hand, nuzzling each other at times, sitting close on the couch, going for a run in their tight running shorts that really weren't quite as modest as they could have been. She abjectly refused to masturbate to them again, though. Once had been sufficiently unmotherly as it was.

Vi was probably the least bothered, as she had her own concerns, and besides unlike everyone else was working that evening, so she got to take off and leave the weird mood in the house.

Zoe was somewhere between her mom and sister. She had strong suspicions the twins had done something quite naughty, though she had no idea exactly what. She didn't feel nearly so guilty as their mom about being aroused by her younger brother and sister's shenanigans, though she was still conflicted about what exactly to do about it. According to her chat with Vi and her own ruminations afterward, maybe just nothing. Or maybe ask to masturbate with them, or to watch whatever it was they got up to. What she actually ended up doing was shutting herself in her room most of the afternoon, alternately writing more of her dirty story she'd been working on, and playing with herself. Sometimes both at the stime.

"You feel like the family's avoiding us today?" Izzy asked Riker as they each drained a glass of water after their run.

"I guess somewhat," Riker said. "I don't know that any of it's on purpose." "Maybe. Vi has work, and Zoe sometimes just chills alone in her room a lot." "And Mom's always saying she wanted to do more gardening," Riker said thoughtfully. "Though she usually doesn't actually follow through." The twins padded to a window and looked out at their mother viciously attacking weeds in her flower bed. "Maybe she's got sfrustrations as work," Izzy said after a moment.

"Maybe." "You don't think it's us, do you?" Riker sighed. "I hope not. That would kind of imply that we're not very subtle sometimes." Izzy gave him a look. "You know we aren't." "Well... yeah, ok, fair. You think we're bothering our fam?" "If Vi's allowed to fill the whole house with her sex noises, I don't see why us quietly cumming on each other in our room is a problem." "One might argue she wasn't making those sex noises with a sibling," Riker said. Izzy waved her fingers airily. "Details." "Right." Riker glanced at Helena again, then shrugged. "Well, nothing we can do about it now. Wanna go shower together?" Izzy cracked a smile. "Absolutely I do." **** Vi still found herself distracted at work by Cait, but at least she wasn't as confused by it all as she had been. She was able to watch Cait do sof her routines on the pole and just enjoy them for what they were; feats of erotic athleticism.

Vi almost went to find Cait after she was done taking her clothes off on stage, but she had a post to stay at, and besides she had the very correct feeling that Cait would find her sooner or later anyway.

"Any notes on my performance?" Cait asked, sneaking up behind Vi. "Caught you staring pretty hard," she teased.

"I wasn't the only one," Vi said.

"No, you weren't. But everyone else is paying to see my boobs. You're just lucky I guess." "Seems that way," Vi agreed.

"So no--" "Do you want to go out?" Vi interrupted calmly. "Maybe like lunch before work sday or something?" Cait was quiet for a moment, and Vi smiled to herself at finally flustering her in return. Vi kept her eyes moving, automatically scanning for problems in the strip club, while still keeping sof her attention on Cait.

"For real?" Cait asked.

"Yeah. I mean don't get excited though, I kind of just want to talk about sstuff." "So like... you askingon a date or what?" "Honestly don't know. Maybe like a potential prelude to a date?" "Oh." Cait chewed her lip, somehow making the innocent, thoughtful gesture something sultry and alluring. Part of the job for her, Vi supposed. "I can work with that," Cait decided.

"Cool. Tomorrow work?" "Sure. Or want to just grab a drink after work tonight?" Vi nodded. "OK." Enjoying the book? Don't forget to visit novi L5sfor the full experience. You won't find the next chapter anywhere else. Happy reading! **** It made for a late drink by the tVi and Cait finished their shifts, but they were both used to being up late fairly regularly. They met at a bar that was only a few buildings down from the strip club. Cait showed up with shoulder-length, dark black hair, done in one of those styles that seemed like elegant magic to Vi--pulled back from the face with a few artful strands still hanging loose--but she knew for a fact was fairly quick and easy to do for someone with practice. Vi didn't even recognize her at first. "Oh shit, Cait?" Cait smirked. "Expecting the platinum-blonde goddess, weren't you?" "Kinda, yeah." "Did you really not know that was a wig?" "Not so much, no." Cait laughed. "Well sorry to disappoint." Vi shifted awkwardly, already kind of out of her element on this pre-date. "I mean it...

you know, like, you look good. The hair isn't... it's...." "Thank you," Cait said. "I think I got the gist of that." "I'm usually semi-eloquent, I promise." "I'm aware. All this ttaking my clothes off and it turns out a change of hair is all it took to fluster you." Luckily they got to put in drink orders then, which gave Vi more of a chance to compose herself. She got a beer, and Cait got a mixed drink of the sort Vi had never had much had a taste for.

Vi took a long drink of her beer, feeling like maybe she should have started with a shot or two. But they weren't meant to get drunk, really, it was just an excuse to talk outside of work.

"How do you keep a wig on though?" Vi asked. "All that dancing you do and everything. I swear I've seen you upside down on the pole." "Haha, yeah. There's ways to make sure it doesn't go anywhere," Cait said. "I could show you sometime, if you want. But, uh...." "Right, we have other things to talk about," Vi said. She tapped her beer with her fingertips. "So here's the thing." "Hit me." "I like boys." "So I've heard." Enjoying the book? Don't forget to visit novi L5sfor the full experience. You won't find the next chapter anywhere else. Happy reading! "Right. But, like, my sister actually weirdly madethink about that in a different way." Cait lifted an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yeah. She said... how did she put it? She said something like maybe I sexually prefer boys, but... but maybe my romantic preferences aren't the ve sas my sexual preferences." Vi felt herself blushing and took another drink. This sort of thing was so much easier when she just wanted to bed cute guys. "Interesting," Cait said. "Does that mean you're romantically interested in girls?" "I honestly don't know. I think maybe I've never been romantically interested in someone. I think I thought I was with these guys I've dated, or more accurately just fucked. But like... in hindsight, if I never had any interest in anything beyond sex, there probably wasn't any romance at all there." Cait toyed with a bit of condensation on the table. "You know, it's rare that someone can keep going on about all the guys they've fucked without losing my interest in our date." "Sorry." "No, it's ok. Just... I don't know, I'm out of my depth here a bit." "Same."

"Honestly I'm probably in a bit of a weird place too, preferences-wise," Cait admitted. "I've really only dated guys, but but I know that I know that like girls sometimes. Working at a strip club kinda forces you to notice these things if you haven't already." She shrugged. "And yet weirdly I keep thinking about the one girl who I haven't seen naked yet." "Yet?" "Sorry, I meant... you know what I meant." Vi laughed softly and raised her beer. "This date is going super well," she declared.

Cait clinked her glass against Vi's mug. "Cheers." Vi contemplated her next words. "It's actually nice to hear it's not justbeing kind of confused here." "It definitely isn't. I feel like people are confused a lot more of the tthen they will ever admit. Especially in relationships. It's why so many of them have far less communication than necessary." "Is it?" "Mmhm. I'm a stripper. You know how many married or otherwise non-single dudes cthrough? And you know how many life stories I get while just trying to make bank?" Vi thought for a moment. "A lot?" "Correct. And a very, very common this how many of them aren't happy with something in their life or relationship, and I just want to scream at them to go talk about it or figure it out, or whatever. They have the power to be happy, but they literally won't venture out of their comfort zone to chase said happiness." "That's--"

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