Still Desirable

Alexis sits on the bed’s edge, face buried in her hands. Footsteps slow in the hall, then Jane steps inside. She sits close. Mom, what’s wrong? Alexis straightens, voice thin. Allergies. Jane sees through it, waiting. Alexis breathes deep. Your father cheated. Jane’s eyes flash. That asshole. Alexis repeats the words like they still sting. Texts on his phone. Twenty. The girl is twenty. Jane spits disgust. Then she insists. Fuck someone younger. Alexis laughs it off, but Jane repeats the word: revenge. Alexis sighs. No one would want her anyway. Jane’s jaw tightens. Look in the mirror. Alexis freezes when Jane says it plain: I would. She kisses her stepmother hard, tongue insistent. Alexis pushes back, doubts spilling—Then stops pushing. Jane’s hands slide under her shirt, lips tug nipples, and every protest dissolves. When Jane drops between her thighs and licks, Alexis’s mind empties; all that remains is heat and the wet sound of her own need. She grips the sheets, hips rolling, and lets her stepdaughter swallow every trace of the man who left her.