He Would've Been Proud Of Us

Kenzie clocked River burying herself in school like that grief had a deadline. She finally corners her stepdaughter on the couch, runs through the pep talk, and straight-up says River needs a dirty little release valve. Her hand slides up that smooth thigh, fingers bold, no hesitation. River's jaw drops—her stepmom is really suggesting they fuck? But the stroking keeps going, voice getting lower, promises piling up, and the girl feels that idea land heavy between her legs. She's fighting it, then she's flushing, then she's nodding while Kenzie leans in closer.