Rebecca knew Caitlin, and knew her sister extremely well. If she left her to go downstairs by herself, then her clothes would most definitely suffer. But...as much as she wanted her clothes safe from her sister's machinations, she couldn't take the risk of their mother finding any evidence of her naughty habit in the bathroom.
Sighing and leaving her clothes up to whatever fate Caitlin might put them through, Rebecca stood up and ran for the bathroom. If she was lucky, the tub was dry and she could rush back out and to the basement in order to save some of her clothes. If it was wet, including the curtain she had pressed against herself, or more specifically, between her thighs, then she would have to clean it quickly, or risk mom questioning her point blank upon discovering such a naughty act.
As she entered the bathroom, she remembered that she had no covering as she headed toward the tub. No clothes, underwear, or towel to speak of. If only she had been given clothes before her mother left, she wouldn't have to suffer like this! Upon reaching the porcelain area, Rebecca carefully looked over the bottom and the curtains to make sure everything was as it should be.
"Please, please don't let anything be here..." she begged quietly.
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