A nighttime shower

After dinner and further exploring upstairs, Rebecca stepped down onto the ground floor and looked around at the house. It was furnished but there were things that the two of them talked about replacing, making it more of their home and not some corporate idea of what a house should be like. It also made sense that they were going to be living as a family, at least for the next 4 months, so they had to make things work out the way they wanted to.

First thing to go? Definitely the lack of things on the walls. Their old house was empty and barren except for token splashes of artwork that seemed to fit a neo-gothic style, such was the dictates of the absentee mother they both abhorred. Rebecca put her foot down on that, though. She was the woman of the house and she wanted two things: lots of color and lots of pictures. The further opposite from the woman that gave birth to her she could become, she rationalized to David, the better she would feel and easier it would be to become the mother of their kids. He wholeheartedly agreed.

She heard the sound of the shower running in the master bathroom off to the side as she moved through the hallway, picturing in her mind where she would make some improvements, including to the color-schemes and some furniture choices. She was sure that there were several options, having driven past quite a few stores on the way back from her jog. Such a girlie-girl thing to be caught up in but instead of suppressing her impulses and desires, Rebecca decided to let them go and to embrace them.

There was one thing she wanted to embrace tonight, though.

She knew that it had been several days since they had changed and while they had shared several hugs and kisses, the hugs had been nothing unusual (they were always huggers) and the kisses were chaste. They were dancing around the idea of being not only reversed in their bodies and roles but also facing a life not as brother and sister but, at the moment anyway, as husband and wife. It was to be expected that they wouldn't just jump right into sex and what not. Life wasn't like porn or those fetish stories that you would find on places like Reddit or any number of fiction sites. Hell, she used to go to websites where people would write chapters to stories that talked about gender changes and what their characters would do in such situations. But that was fiction, though, and this was her life.

There was definitely attraction on his side, too. They had spent the first several nights sleeping in the same bed and although they often started sleeping separately, in the morning, there would be where they were spooning, though he was the bigger spoon and often was asleep with his arm around her waist and holding her close to him. She didn't want to say anything but those moments, she was very content and blushed repeatedly as she felt his cock pressing into her from behind. It was not overtly sexual but it WAS sexual in the way a man shows his appreciation for his woman. She even had managed to press against it under the guise of stretching and she covered her face in embarrassment as he got out from bed and went to shower.

In the morning, they would be going off to pick up the kids from the airport but that could wait, especially since she had spotted his reflection in the mirror as he stepped into the shower. Rebecca looked at the bathroom door and thought about what she needed to do next...