Waiting To Be Picked Up

When she got home, Rachel's mom told her to get her stuff together. As she was packing, she saw the dildo that she was given on Friday. She looked at it for a moment, wondering if she should take it. The doctor told her to bring any sex toys that she had. But she hated this thing.

"I'll just take it... doesn't mean I have to use it," she told herself as she put it in the bag. After she finished getting everything else ready, she figured she had enough time to take a shower.

As she made her way to the bathroom, she saw Victoria walk out of her room with a towel in hand. Yet again, Victoria was about to try and get in the shower before her.

When Victoria saw her younger sister, she froze for a second, her breath seeming to catch in her chest. Then she regained her composure and went back to her old self.

"I'm getting in the shower..."

Well, she tried to go back to her old self at least. Instead of it coming out as a demanding sentence like usual, it seemed more like she was trying to get permission. Maybe she was scared of Rachel?

Rachel took a second to look at her sister. The girl's hair wasn't in the usual pigtails, probably cause she was about to take a shower. Her oversized Call of Duty shirt showed off some of her shoulders, the clothing reaching down to mid-thigh. She most likely had panties on underneath... or not. She was about to take a shower, after all.