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No Fuck Boundaries: 19

"Mostly, yeah."

Zoe fetched her sketchbook and supplies, then sat and started drawing. She didn't usually draw her siblings, but Vi was right there, and she was feeling particularly emotionally close this morning, so she drew Vi lifting weights.

"You could just tell the twins they turn you on, and ask them to cut it out," Vi suggested.

"Ew, no. First of all, that's not what it is. Second of all, can you imagine me actually walking up and being like 'hey, you two are sexy together, cut it out please?""

"Well maybe don't phrase it like that."

"And what if it's just masturbating together and wearing each other's clothes? There's nothing wrong with that. Well not much wrong."

"So ask if you can masturbate with them," Vi said. "Or something. I don't know."

Zoe flushed. "I don't... I don't masturbate with other people. That's a private thing." "Would you want to though? If someone asked?"

"Oh god. Maybe? Are you asking?"

"Not really. But hey, if I'm into girls, maybe we should give it a try sometime."

"You're just messing with me now," Zoe said, frowning.

"Yep. But you're drawing me, so fair's fair."

Zoe looked down at her sketch. "You wouldn't mind staying a little more still, would you?"

"Sorry, Zo. You get what you pay for with models."

"Yeah," Zoey grumbled thoughtfully. "I guess you do."

****

Helena cautiously wandered in to the living room. The twins were snuggled so close on the couch, which wasn't unusual for them, but did make Helena rather wistful about how long it had been since she'd had anyone she wanted to cuddle so tight. Riker and Izzy never even had to think about it. They were just who they were, and always had each other to be with.

Helena cleared her throat, which got her the attention of both her youngest children. "So, Riker, I didn't know you wore that kind of underwear."

"No no no, not usually," Riker said. "Just--"

"We decided to match today," Izzy said. "That's all."

"Yes, well, I just wanted to point out that while my company doesn't actually make undergarments, we do have close connections to some who do, and it wouldn't be any trouble to get some panties that are cut to be more... accommodating to those with a penis."

Riker blushed and looked away shyly. Izzy just giggled.

"Sure, Mom, that'd be neat," Izzy said.

"I don't need them," Riker said. "This isn't... I don't...."

calmly as she could manage. She could swear she could

all just family, Mom, remember?" Izzy said. "I don't mind the

are much more comfortable around each other than the rest of us are. Which isn't a bad thing, but it's worth

in response. "So what's the problem

is, that you two insist on sharing a room, and are closer than any other siblings I've ever known," Helena

and Izzy both turned to Riker,

penis better," Riker mumbled. "Got

fine," Izzy said.

"That's true," Riker said.

head. "Iz, your brother does anything you ask him to. You know that. And if you two want to match, that's fine. But you've got different body parts. You should take that into account. You're not showing

pussy?" Izzy

but that gets

Mom, maybe we should have some more

Riker said.

might happen

"It won't."

"It might."

"It won't!"

"It might!"

"It--"

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maybe I'll leave you two to your

Mom," the

"Love you both."

"Love you too!"

had her back turned

"It won't!"

"It might!"

"It won't!"

"It might!"

she could think of for the moment, and just lay on her bed for a while, deep in thought. Eventually, inevitably, she let her hands drift down, push her

thoughts in her head about younger guys, and even her own son. Truth was, she probably would have been somewhat turned on

a bad Mom," she whispered to

and his cock had practically been trying to break free of Izzy's panties, but also just the

twins must change around each other all the time. They were probably

they helped each other dress. Like what if they'd

too much. She shouldn't even be thinking some of the things she was. Like Riker and Izzy kneeling at the foot of her bed and just

"Fuck it," Helena muttered.

an awful lot of samples from work

imagination," she said

herself while in her mind her kids showed off for her; doing stripteases, rubbing up on each other, even making out

things like that in reality, and she shouldn't want them to at all. And yet... it wasn't hard to imagine them being that close. They were closer than any two people Helena knew, couples included. The fantasies came