Violet (Patreon)

Through years of practice, Violet has mastered the art of invisibility, her folks finally allowing her to go out on missions of her own. Sure, she could sit undetected in a room full of bad guys for hours on end, reconnoitering as they lay out their dastardly schemes. That was easy. Stealth, however, was an art form in and of itself....especially when things got physical.

Trying to sit idly by, watching as some high-class call girl went down on a third-world dictator, for example. It took every ounce of concentration and willpower to remain perfectly silent. Eventually, however, she’d cave…nearly blowing her cover by way of a little whimper or the wet plopping noises of her fingers plunging into soft flesh.

What she needs is some practice.

Helen has become a creature of habit. Whenever Bob is called away on a solo mission, she says her goodbyes, gives him a kiss for good luck, and... No sooner has the front door closed, she goes straight into ‘me time’ mode. With Jack-Jack on the school bus and the elder kids out doing whatever, off come the domestic housewife's clothes.  Straight into something sheer and see-through, the domestic goddess collects up a bottle of white zen, puts on some smooth jazz, and slips into a bubble bath.

This time is no different, an unseen Violet watching as Helen goes through the motions as soon as the front door closes. Foregoing sheer and see-through, a tiny g-string in its place, Violet silently follows the otherwise naked woman from room to room. A visit to the kitchen to grab a glass and Helen abruptly stops, quizically looking around the room.

Violet freezes in place. Did she hear her?

The younger woman rolls her eyes in relief, watching as the elder mutters to herself...forgetful as to where she'd left the bottle of wine. Halfway down the hallway, a bottle and glass in either hand, Violet watches in amazement as Helen's hips narrow, the g-string slipping down her thighs and to the floor without even touching it. She is 'Elastigirl' after all.

A short while later, Helen slides into the still-filling bathtub, bubbles nearly spilling over its rim, humming along to Anita Baker's crooning voice. Violet stifles the urge to giggle at her...a towel behind her head, swirling her glass, Helen produces a pair of cucumber slices, placing one over either eye.

The urge to laugh soon disappears, the younger woman watching as Helen's free hand slips from the side of the tub and beneath the sudsy water. Almost in unison, both Violet and Helen bite their lower lips...Helen's fingertips circling her clitoris, Violet knowing full well what she is doing. A stuttering moan escapes the elder woman, the younger fighting the urge to let her own fingers slip downward.

So absorbed in the moment, Violet scarcely notices when Helen sets her glass down, removing the vegetable slices from her eyes. It's only when Helen clears her throat that Violet notices that she's looking directly at her.

Violet: (thinking) She... She can't possibly see me!

Helen: You practicing....or just watching?

Helen can hear her, allowing herself a little smirk, Violet letting out an almost comical, panic-stricken swallowing noise. So much for stealth practice.

Helen: You can join me, sweetie...

Helen nibbles at her lower lip, giving the unseen woman a 'come hither' finger waggle followed by a wink.

Helen: ...but only if you stay invisible.

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Original Sketch by Rumjiin

Lineart by Phillipthe2