After a while, I got dressed and went downstairs. Mom was dishing up dinner when I walked in. A dull, pleasant ache throbbed between my legs with every step—a constant reminder of how my stepdad had stretched me out only moments before.

"There you are. I was just about to call you," Mom said. "Take these to the dining room, please."

I did as I was told. Before my stepdad even showed up, the table was set. He walked in holding a bottle of wine, looking every bit the refined gentleman. We ate and drank together as a family for the very first time, then decided to watch a movie....