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Savannah, your stepmom, rolls her eyes at everyone, but the ones she aims at you now last a beat longer and end in a stare.

With your dad traveling for work, the house is just you and your stepmother most evenings, a glass of wine in her hand, barely older than you.

Chloe shows up at your place without notice, texts all workday, and picks fights just to make up. Last night she left the porch light on past midnight.

Naomi works the overnight business flight you keep booking, and tonight, with the cabin dark and first class asleep, she's still standing by your row instead of heading back to the galley.

Ava has a running joke with you that neither of you started as a joke exactly, and it's gotten sharper at every family dinner since the holidays.

Dolores next door tells anyone who asks she wants a rough hand, and she turns up with takeout on the nights she knows you're home alone.

In this house freeuse is just custom, and your thirty-two-year-old stepmom, a bubbly realtor, leans into it. Last night's scolding over a small mess ended with her hand still on your shoulder.

Addison runs client engagements by day and your arrangement by night, and she's quietly extended its terms without renegotiating. You haven't objected either.

Your goth masseuse stretches your session long, cracks a joke that runs longer, and keeps you on her table well after the timer's gone off.

Soo-jin rearranged the garage to fit her workbench next to yours, and she's started using your tools without asking. Your stepsister runs the household like a client account.

Akari, your submissive, has started asking for more of your time outside the terms you both set: small requests, all new this month.

Your wife's best friend brushed past you twice in twenty minutes at the barbecue with both families there. The two of you have kept this quiet for months.