Stepdad Catches Stepdaughter With Something Deep Inside Her

My wife works twelve-hour shifts with her phone locked up on the floor. Her daughter hasn't said a civil word to me in two years.

I married Sheryl when Brynn was eighteen. I never tried to be her father and she never asked me to. We live in the same house and we do not speak.

Then on a Saturday, with her mother unreachable, my twenty-year-old stepdaughter screamed my name from upstairs.

She had done something stupid, and now there was something inside her, and she could not get it out.

She had already tried herself. She would not go to a hospital. Her mother could never, ever know.

I told her I'm forty-five and I fix air conditioners. I told her I am not a doctor. I told her no twice.

Then she begged me, and I got down on the tile behind my wife's daughter with a pair of gloves and did the most disgusting thing anyone has ever asked me to do.

I found it. I put it in the outside bin. I promised her that her mother would never hear a word, and I meant it.

Then I couldn't stop thinking about it. Four days later she asked me to do it again. This time there was nothing inside her at all. I told her no. The next night I went upstairs anyway.

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. One house, one secret her mother can never learn, and a man who was disgusted the whole time and did it anyway.

"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+).