Rough start

"You're gonna behave yourself, right RC?"

Your stepdad's voice is conversational, with just a touch of that new edge both of you discovered yesterday. Sitting in the passenger seat of his pickup truck, you're surrounded by his presence. His smells permeate the space, the seat underneath you gently vibrates with the powerful engine, and even on the other side of the cab he's still way too close to you. Getting up before dawn this morning, you were too tired and bleary-eyed to process anything other than grabbing your stuff and stumbling into the truck. Now that you've had a chance to wake up a little, your mind is filled with the memory of yesterday. "Y-yeah, David. Sure."

"Good girl."

You turn your face away so he can't see the color those words bring to your cheeks. Call me that again, motherfucker, and see what happens. In spite of your stubborn inner rebellion, your mind is still stuck in that moment. The last time he called you that. The feeling of being below him. The sensation of his dick blocking your windpipe as he pulled your hair. The taste of his cum on your tongue. None of it makes any sense. None of it should have happened. But it did, and now you're stuck in your stepdad's truck. Underneath your confusion and resentment is just a hint of excited anticipation, which you desperately try to ignore.

David pulls the truck over in front of a modest house that's a little nicer than the average for your town. "Alright now, Cola." He grins when he sees your reaction to the hated nickname. "Brian should be coming on out any second. Go sit in the back." He points his thumb toward the passenger bench at the rear of the extended cab.

"Seriously?"

His blue eyes give you a piercing look above his smug grin. "Oh I'm dead serious, little lady. You're still in trouble from yesterday, you should be thankful I let you sit up front this long." He leans over, putting one hand at the back of your neck. "Now are you gonna behave like you said you would, or am I gonna have to show Brian how you react to your stepdad's discipline?"

You tense up. Bitter anger twists your features, but a small part of you wishes the hand on your neck would squeeze tighter, or pull your hair, or **** your head down into his lap. Before any hint of that can reach your face, you twist away, opening the door with a muttered "Fucking fine." You step out and then clamber into the backseat just as Brian comes walking up.

"Yo David! Who's the chick?" Brian's voice is thick with Californian swagger. Dark sunglasses sit between a trimmed black beard and a battered Dodgers hat, and you can see his impressive muscles flexing in his arms as he tosses his bags into the bed of the truck.

"You've met my stepdaughter, RC, right Brian?"

Your stepdad's friend hops up into the passenger seat and leans back across it, extending his hand. "Can't say I've had the pleasure. Great to meet ya, name's Brian Johnson."

You stare at the offered hand, and a look in your stepdad's eyes makes you reach out and grasp it. Brian squeezes your hand firmly and gives it a few quick pumps.

"RC stand for anything?"

You sullenly glare at your dim reflection in Brian's sunglasses. "Nah."

Brian twists around to face forward as David pulls the truck back out into the road. "She's a talkative one, Davey. Why's she here again?"

David smirks. "She wanted to spend a little time bonding with her stepdad. How could I say no? Now, RC, you're gonna get along with Brian, right?" He looks at you in the rearview mirror.

You meet his eyes, forcing a look of stubbornness onto your face, refusing to show him any of the uncomfortable heat the edge in his voice was causing in your crotch. "Uh huh."

Brian twists back to look at you. "You like fishin', RC?"

You blink. "I—"

"I love fishin'. My own pops used to take me fishin' all the time before he died." He faces forward again. "Course he was never big into fly fishin'. I had to teach myself that. It's really more of an art, you have to feel the connection between the fly and the surface of the water. One time I..."

He's clearly not interested in your opinion. You see David nodding along, seemingly accustomed to his friend's monologues. Feeling vaguely annoyed at being talked at rather than to, you lean against the side of the cab and stare out the window. At least I won't have to do much to "get along" with him. Heaving a heavy sigh, you do your best to tune out the ceaseless male voice.

Of course, retreating inward means being stuck with your own thoughts. That uncomfortable heat between your legs refuses to go away, and every bump and jolt of the truck reminds you of your stepdad's punishment. His hand coming down on your ass, over and over again. Your anger morphing blow by blow into something else, something unrecognizable and frightening. His hand moving you, pushing you, pulling at your hair. Your own treacherous voice, pleading for more.

You suddenly realize your hands are pressed between your legs, just like they were yesterday when your stepdad was fucking your face. Pulling them away with a jerk, you try to calm your heavy breathing. Jesus Christ RC pull yourself together. You're never gonna make it through the weekend like this. Shuddering, you clasp your hands around your upper arms to keep them from wandering. Why the fuck did I agree to do this anyway?

That question eats away at your resolve. You try to tell yourself it was just because you didn't want to upset your mom, but deep down you know that isn't the answer. Avoiding your mom is easy enough. If she'd even remembered your stepdad's manipulative bullshit, you could've just spent the weekend with your friends. Wouldn't have been the first time you ditched the house to avoid her. No, something else was going on. Something else had compelled you to get in your stepdad's truck, to spend a weekend with him out in the wilderness. What would he do to you? Would having his stupid friends around keep him honest? What if he gets you alone again?

The sound of the truck door opening pulls you out of your thoughts, and you notice your breath is shallow and your hands had found their way back to your crotch. Cursing yourself, you look toward the open door to see what's going on.

"Wassup, Gary?" Brian's voice is showing no signs of tiring.

"C'mon Gary, let's go, we got plenty of road to cover." David glances back at you in the rearview, and you avoid his gaze, ashamed to think how flushed your face is. "You can sit in back with RC."

A grinning face under greasy red-brown hair pokes into the cab. "Well hi there, RC. So nice to finally meet you." Gary places some bags on the bench between you and gets in, closing the door behind him. His voice drips with friendliness, and something in his eyes immediately gets your hackles up. He extends a clammy hand. "I'm Gary, can't wait to get to know you better."

Not wanting to upset David, you take the offered hand. He grasps you gently, his fingers moving against your skin like they're searching for something. You try not to let your revulsion show on your face. "H-hey."

"Alright, we're all here, let's hit the road!" Your stepdad's voice is full of an excitement that sends a shiver down your spine. "Next stop, Lake Chelan!"

You can tell Gary wants to talk to you, and you breathe a sigh of relief as Brian pulls him into a one-sided conversation about poker. You're grateful for the bags between the two of you. With the three men all absorbed with each other, you figure it's safe to pop in your earbuds. Settling in for the long drive, you put on the most distracting music you can think of, **** to hide from your own thoughts, and you're eventually overcome by your lack of sleep.

David's hand on your shoulder wakes you from your restless nap. "Hey sleepyhead! Rest stop. Last one before we get to the campsite. Better do your business."

You blink and look around, seeing the door open and Brian and Gary already gone. Looking back at your stepdad, you feel your heart start to pound as you realize you're alone with him. "A-alright, cool." Hearing the tremble in your voice, and seeing the smile it puts on your stepdad's face, you dare not say anything else.

David's hand squeezes, hard enough to make you wince. "Alright, but don't dawdle. Five minutes."

"Sure." Suddenly **** to get away from him before he can do anything else, you push past Gary's bags and step out into the bright sunlight. You blink and rub your eyes, taking in the gorgeous scenery. You've stopped at a rest area in the foothills, surrounded by tall evergreens with snow-capped peaks just beyond them. Breathing in the cool, clean air, you make your way to the restroom to relieve yourself.

Once you finish up, you step out and decide to stretch your cramped legs a little. You walk around the edges of the grassy area making up the rest stop, not really paying attention to where you're going. Your mind is too preoccupied with the feeling of your stepdad squeezing your shoulder. Why the fuck did that get you so worked up? What the hell does he think he's doing? If he really thinks he can get away with pushing me around like he did yesterday he's gonna get a rude fucking awakening. I swear if he so much as looks at me again I'm gonna—

"I said five minutes, Cola."

You can't contain your yelp of shock, and you gasp as David grabs your arm and pulls you against a tree, just out of sight of the main clearing. He pushes you back against the rough bark and gets right in your face, just like he was yesterday. One hand wraps around your neck, and his other presses between your legs. "D-david, what the... the fuck are you..."

"Just confirming something." He smiles at you. "I knew you were getting hot down there. I could see it in your face." He gets even closer. "Now I don't know what kinda game you're playing, pretending to be all tough and shit, but I see what's really going on. And I am really looking forward to spending some... quality time with the real you."

Where's your stubborn resolve, your fire, your will to resist? The moment he grabbed you all of that went away in a flash. Your hands hang limp at your sides, and the feeling of his palm cupping your pussy through your jeans is pushing you back into that meek, confused, submissive place his punishment sent you to yesterday. You bite your lip to stifle a whimper of arousal.

Your stepdad sees it all in your face. You know your cheeks are flushed, your eyes are pleading, your shallow breaths signaling your helplessness. "Are you gonna show me who you really are, RC?"

Who am I?

His hand on your neck moves up to grab a fistful of your hair. "You gonna be a good girl?"

Your knees get weak. Before you can blurt out a pathetic "y-yes" both of you turn in surprise at the sound of someone coming. David's hands are off of you in a flash, and you lean against the tree behind you to keep from falling over.

A potbellied trucker with long straggly hair gives a casual wave. "Hey there folks. Either of ya got a light?"

David gives him a disarming smile as he casually puts his hands in his pockets. "Sorry bud, can't help ya." He turns to you as the stranger shrugs and walks away toward the parking lot. "C'mon, Cola. Brian and Gary are waiting in the truck. No time to dawdle." He starts walking without waiting for your response.

You follow him on shaky legs, trying to get your breathing under control. Pussy throbbing with **** heat, mind caught between confused longing and bitter resentment, you stare at the ground in front of you so you don't have to look at the man causing all these conflicting feelings.

When you reach the truck, you look in the door to see Gary in the middle of the passenger bench, his bags piled up on his other side where you had been sitting. He pats the seat next to him and smiles. "Hey there, RC. I figured this would be a little more cozy. I'd love the chance to get to know you a little before we get to the lake."

You stare in horror. Having to sit right next to this skeezy dude would be bad enough any day. The thought of him touching you when you're like this, though...

"C'mon, RC!" David fires up the truck. "No time to waste!"

Gary's smile widens.