Calming Our Stepdaughter's Nerves

Demi Hawks stands there shifting her weight, cheeks pink, voice trembling as she asks her stepmoms if they’ll listen to the speech she has to give at school. Reagan Foxx and Kenzie Taylor settle onto the couch, legs crossed, eyes warm but sharp. Demi starts, stumbles at the second sentence, voice cracking like thin ice. Reagan tells her to breathe deep. The air fills her lungs and still won’t carry the words. Kenzie has her turn her back, but that only makes her feel stripped and watched. Nothing works. Then the stepmoms grin, remembering the oldest fix: picture the crowd in nothing but briefs and lace. Demi swallows, tries it, but the images flicker and die. So Reagan and Kenzie strip off their clothes right there, two mature bodies bared in matching lingerie, one blonde, one brunette, small tight breasts rising with each slow breath. Demi’s eyes lock on them. She tries the speech again, tongue heavy, thoughts scattering. Her stepmoms exchange a glance, step forward, and decide she needs a different kind of release before any words will come out straight. Hands on skin, mouths at her neck, they pull her down and show her exactly how to shake the nerves loose.