The Bare Minimum

Jackie stands in the bedroom doorway, arms full of old dresses, when her stepmom walks in wearing nothing but a smile and two tiny nipple rings that catch the light. Selena looks completely unbothered. She tells her she’s done with clothes for good. Everything has to go. Jackie tries to act normal, tries to fold a sweater without staring at the way Selena’s full tits shift each time she reaches for another hanger. The brunette’s body moves with lazy grace, every natural curve on display, and Jackie’s own breath keeps catching. Heat pools low in her stomach. Her hands slow down. Selena finally glances over, notices the flush climbing Jackie’s neck, the way the blonde’s eyes keep drifting. Jackie admits it out loud—she’s wet, distracted, desperate. Selena steps closer, still bare, and offers a simple solution. They can pause. They can touch. They can fuck right there on the pile of clothes waiting to be sold.