I Love You Both Equally

Kimmy and Clara hover near the front door, shoulders brushing, each pretending they aren’t calculating. They trade sweet little smiles that never reach their eyes. Kimmy holds a glass of wine. Clara clutches a fresh towel she ironed twice, corner creased perfectly for no reason at all. The lock clicks. Kitten steps in, perfume heavy, heels soft against the floor. Kimmy’s arm snakes around her waist at once; Clara crowds the other side, lips pressed quick to Kitten’s cheek. The women talk over each other—Kimmy asking about clients, Clara asking about dinner—hands already sliding down arms, brushing waistbands, lingering seconds too long. Kitten laughs, pleased, unaware. She kisses both foreheads, praises the wine and the towel. Clara offers to take her jacket; Kimmy offers the wine glass to her lips. Fingers tangle. Elbows jostle. Kitten, still smiling, lets them fuss, pulling them close so each feels included. The girls stiffen. Clara stretches higher for another cheek kiss; Kimmy turns it into a shoulder rub, palms gliding slow down Kitten’s spine, nails barely rasping silk. Clara answers with a squeeze to Kitten’s hip, thumb tracing fabric, pressing firmly just below the waistband. Kitten hums approval, tightening her arms. Tension spikes. Suddenly Kimmy snaps: "I bet she’d rather have my hands between her legs after work than whatever you’re planning." Clara fires back instantly, "At least I want to taste her on my tongue, not just paw at her like some horny teen." Silence falls like a dropped plate. All three freeze. Kitten’s eyes widen. Kimmy’s breath stalls. Clara’s face flares hot. The silence stretches tight until they both, voice small, confess they’re jealous, each wanting their stepmom to themselves. Kitten lowers the wine, studies them. Her mouth parts, then curves slow and sure. She draws them both against her body, breath soft against two foreheads. "You should’ve said something earlier." Her palm cups each chin, lips brushing first Kimmy’s mouth, then Clara’s. She walks backward toward the bedroom, guiding both girls with a possessive grip. "Tonight you’ll share me," she promises, voice low. "Together. Until every last drop of that jealousy is gone."