Of course

"Don't be ridiculous," you say, "you can tell me."

She stops crying a bit. "Bro, do you think I'm pretty?" Now there's a question that requires more honesty than tact you think. "Then why won't he touch me?" She says as she breaks down and wraps her arms around you. "I must be too ugly for him."

You hug her back trying to be comforting. When you open your eyes after the hug you notice something you hadn't before. There's a vibrator sitting on the floor next to the bed. Immediately Becca notices you notice it and blushes a little. "Well I can't help it, I told you he wouldn't touch me."

You chuckle. "You don't have to be embarrassed. Everyone does it." She smiles a little. "I guess," she answers. She sits back onto her bed, taking deep breaths. She stops crying. "Can I ask you something?" she says. You nod. She says nothing for a few moments. "Actually nevermind, it would just be the wine and emotions talking."

"C'mon" you say, "so what if it is. You can ask me anything. I promise." She looks up at you tepidly out of the tops of her big eyes.

"You know my friend Anne?" she asks. You nod again. "Well she says that sometimes it's fun...sometimes she and her brother used to...um...watch each other."

You're shocked a bit by the question. It must really be the wine, you think.