Your step-mom is in the laundry room when she calls you in to see if you have anything dirty she can throw in to finish a load. You smirk, stripping off in front of her. Her eyes grow wide as she blushes, "I didn't mean right now , what you're wearing !" she giggles. You tease her, standing stark and bare in front of her. "C'mon," you say, "you love looking at me." She smiles wider, her eyes darting towards the kitchen, the stairs that lead to the second floor, where your step-father's office is. "Your step-father is home!" she says, incredulous at your brazen behavior. "We can't!"