You don't think so...

You return to Rebecca's bedroom, hastily closing the bathroom door behind you. Did she see me? Am I dead meat?

"Did you wash your hands?" Rebecca says with a smile.

Your heart is pounding and your mind is racing. What is she saying? "Huh?"

"Just kidding. My parents still ask us if we washed our hands after we use the bathroom. It's kind of a family joke."

Your laugh is louder than you intended, fueled by relief. Rebecca chuckles as well.

"Anyway," she continues, "I found what I was looking for, though it's not quite as big as I imagined it. Here," she says as she hands you a lavender garment. You unfold a soft, women's bathrobe. "Hopefully that will work for now."

"Thanks," you say, not entirely meaning it. Then you realize it's time for you to put it on. You've been naked in front of Rebecca, of course, and you've masturbated in front of her several times. So you're confused as to why you're embarrassed now. Maybe because she watched one sister strip me and the other one stare at my junk, and I'm about to put on a girl's bathrobe? Not exactly the sexy scenarios you'd imagined in recent weeks.

Rebecca seems to notice your discomfort and shifts uneasily herself. "OK, so, you can just get changed, and I'll..."