My New Wife's Free Use Step Family

The morning after I married Dana, she sent her two daughters and the man from the casita out of the kitchen, sat down across from me instead of beside me, and put a green folder on the table.

It’s a free use house. I signed the agreement the day after my wedding.

Two years of Sunday dinners at that table. I’d fixed their sprinklers and helped replace two boards on their porch. I thought I knew this family. I’d only ever met the version they let guests see.

The Free Use House Agreement. Dated June. Four signatures already at the bottom — Dana’s first, neat and small, and the twenty-seven-year-old firefighter who lives in the casita last. Dana read me every clause out loud before she let me pick up the pen.

Priya is twenty-four. Nicole is twenty-six. I’m forty-nine. Sign, and nobody in that house ever has to ask me for a yes again — and I don’t have to ask either.

I signed it in blue ink.

Two words stop it. The night my stepdaughter said them to me, I finally understood what I’d put my name on.

Told entirely from the stepdad’s point of view, this is a filthy all-spice step fantasy story from legendary taboo storyteller Bree Mills with zero slow burn.

“Good people do bad things and bad people are still human. Trust me, nobody in this book makes a good decision!” XOXO, Bree

No realism. Pure fantasy, maximum filth, for mature readers (18+).