Riker showered by himself before classes started, following a track session of mainly sprint training. He liked those better than endurance running, but they got him just as sweaty.

Izzy slipped in to the lonely boys' shower shortly after, much to Riker's expectation and delight. They smiled at each other and weren't shy about running their eyes over each other's wet, naked bodies.

"You gonna be able to keep getting away with this?" Riker asked.

Izzy shrugged. "Who knows. I'm gonna try. Someone'll probably notice I keep sneaking away sooner or later."

"Probably."

At first, Izzy mostly just rinsed herself off. She was fully aware of her brother checking her...