There's really . I have to do her laundry.

"Fine," you say, "it doesn't look like I have any choice. So FINE, I'll do your laundry."

"Ha, I bet you *want* to, don't you?" Rebecca teases.

"I refuse to comment."

Of course I want to, you think to yourself, who are we kidding? Getting to root around in Rebecca's dirty laundry? Who wouldn't want to do that?

"That's what I thought. You're such a perv. It's good to have you home. Now I don't have to do my own laundry! How was College?"

You talk about college for a while, admitting that you felt like you didn't fit in, and also that your grades were kind-of 'meh' even though you studied as much as you could.

"College is not for everyone," Rebecca shrugs. "Lots of good jobs out there for non-college graduates. I bet Dave could find you a job."

"Dave, find ME a job?" The thought of Dave finding you some humiliating, emasculating job (because you know his type, that's exactly what he would do to a male competitor in the house) causes a knot to form in your stomach. "That's the LAST thing I want."

"Don't knock it! Dave found me a job at his company. It's great."

"I wondered why you moved back home."

"Yeah, my consulting job with that Large IT firm was the worst. Did you know you have to find your work? And you get interviewed for jobs."

"Wait, AFTER you get hired?"

"Crazy, right? And how many times people told me they couldn't staff me because I was US based and too expensive? Stupid."

"I can't believe it. Well, I'm so glad you're home. I bet Mom's glad you're home too."

"Definitely. Dave too. He's *really* glad I'm home. He's glad you're home too. We all are."

What's that mean? you wonder.

"Hey, help me get dressed. My bra is over there."

You fetch the bra. Rebecca holds out her arms, and you take the hint and slip it over her arms.

"Middle hook," she says, turning away from you.

You hook up her bra in back as she adjusts her breasts in the cups, reaching in and pulling them up.

HOLY SHIT, you think to yourself, eyes bugging out. Rebecca is putting on a bra right in front of me and I'm HELPING HER!! You reach into your pants and adjust your cock, since you are now absolutely Rock Hard.

Of course, Rebecca sees it, but decides not to take advantage of it this time.

[Oh Paul, she thinks. There's going to be a lot of adjusting your junk in your future, I'm just certain. At least for now, before things go further.]

"And the shirt," she says, innocently, pointing.

It's a tight, stretchy square-net, ribbed cream-colored tank top with short sleeves. At her direction, you hold it for her to slip on and then help pull it down her taut body. It hugs her curves deliciously making her breasts look absolutely enormous.

"Thanks," she says, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "You'll make someone a lovely lady's maid, someday."

"I am not--" you try to object.

"Maybe even me," she whispers in your ear, before pushing you out of her room.