Family Practice

Clarke kicks back at home, finally unwinding, when River Lynn's voice cuts through from the living room. 'Hey, stepdad!' she calls. Clarke groans inwardly—oh man, what fresh nonsense is this? He drags himself over, and bam, there's this huge inflatable mattress sprawled across the floor like it's ready for some serious action. The hell? River grins, all eager and bubbly, explaining she's been grinding through massage classes for her sports med degree. Got these killer new moves itching to try on him. And get this—she wants to hit him with a full Nuru treatment, slippery and wild, the kind that'll blow his mind. Clarke freezes, gut twisting. Hold up, a stepdad letting his stepdaughter slather him in gel and grind? Sounds like trouble with a capital T. But River's not taking no for an answer, batting those lashes and coaxing with that devilish smile. Fine, whatever—he caves, strips down buck naked, and stretches out on the damn thing. She starts working her magic, slick hands gliding everywhere, and before he knows it, Clarke's lost in the rush of it all, those taboo thrills hitting hard. River? She's loving every second, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight as she turns her own dad into putty.