A More Dominant Daughter

Crystal's chilling in her room when Aria shuffles in looking like someone kicked her puppy. Crystal starts to greet her with a smile until she clocks Aria's sour mood, frowns, and pats the bed. 'What's up, baby?' Aria drags her feet but finally sits, arms crossed. She mumbles she had a hook-up the other night and got called boring in bed. Crystal blinks hard, then lets out a breathy laugh. 'Oh, honey! Thank fuck you came to me instead of Googling it. We're women, not nuns.' She scoots closer, eyes bright. She tells Aria to be louder, dirtier, to move like she means it. Aria nods like a bobblehead, still mortified. Crystal leans back, mouth twisting in thought, then grins. 'You learn by doing, right? Clothes off.' Aria squeaks a protest, but Crystal shrugs. 'Step-mom, technically. Let's fix this before you shame yourself again.' She kisses Aria slow and sure, peels her top, tongue flicking hard nipples till Aria's breath stutters. Crystal's going to turn this girl into the loudest fuck in the room, family ties be damned.