What Changed Your Mind?

Jazlyn eyes her stepmom like trouble she's not ready to name. Since the divorce, Serene moves through the house like a fuse with a short fuse left. Yoga's the bandage. Jazlyn stays back, watching. One afternoon Serene flows on the living room rug, tank tight, shorts riding up. Her ass flexes, then stretches, then lifts again, every line sharp. Jazlyn feels her pulse drop low and her mouth go dry. She slips away, heart rattling, comes back changed. She is wearing a tight matching set, nipples already awake under the fabric, shorts cut high enough to beg questions. Serene smiles, asks why the sudden interest. Jazlyn only answers by dropping into position so their bodies line up closer than either one planned. Soon fabric is an afterthought. Poses get private. Hands find skin that won't stay innocent. Breath turns rough. Wet folds slide against slick heat as they grind through downward dog, then lotus, then whatever the fuck keeps them touching. They lose count somewhere around the moment Serene fingers her stepdaughter deep enough to make her thighs shake. By the final position they're both naked, flushed, the room smelling like sweat and want and every line they just crossed.