**This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Apparently I am procrastinating my real life by writing far too many pieces of erotica about far too many different characters. Enjoy.**
It was bad enough that Samantha's mother had left her only months before she was due to graduate high school and become independent, but that she'd left Samantha with her cold and distant stepfather, Dennis, made the whole experience downright miserable. Samantha's mom, Julie, had only married Dennis a couple of years earlier. It had been clear he hadn't been into the idea that she had kids, he'd only reluctantly taken Samantha on as his stepdaughter and he made that obvious to her with every passing day. And now, he was all Sam had.
Dennis's house was in the middle of nowhere. Sam and her mom had moved in with him after the wedding, Dennis had insisted and Julie was more than happy to do whatever he wanted. Sam hated it. It was far from town and her school, her friends and literally anything she might have done to pass the time. She didn't have a job to help with that, Dennis hadn't allowed her to get one. When she'd mentioned it at the beginning of the school year, he'd forbid it. He said it made it look like he couldn't provide for his family, if his seventeen going on eighteen stepdaughter was out working some minimum wage job. No, he'd insisted Sam not work and Julie had agreed, she always agreed with Dennis.
So now, months later, Sam was eighteen and still had no job. Her mom was gone and Sam was left with her stepfather and nothing to keep her occupied. She was left with only them two of them in his deep in the woods house, with no friends and no job, and she was utterly and completely miserable. She'd turned eighteen only the week earlier. Only a day before her mom up and left with no explanation. One day Sam's mom was around, not doing a whole lot of parenting, but she was around, and the next she was gone, with only a little blue post-it note left behind: 'Sorry Sammy, it had to be this way' was all it had said. And to make matters worse, it was snowing. Not the kind of light dusting of snow that made the woods around their house look magical, but the kind of deep, heavy snow that promised to lock them into the remote home for the foreseeable future.
Sam sat in her bedroom, staring out the window as the snow rose higher and higher. Dennis wasn't home from work yet, he was due soon and Sam was finding herself waffling between wondering if he'd make it back safe and hoping that he didn't. Of course, that was when his truck pulled into the snow covered driveway. If he hadn't had one of the biggest, most obnoxious pickup trucks in the area, he would've never been able to park, let alone drive the steep mountain road that lead to the house. But as always, Dennis was ready for anything. Just not his stepdaughter.
Sam knew they'd have to talk about it, what would happen to her now that her mom had left. She'd been putting it off, if he kicked her out she'd have nothing. No, she needed to get a job and start saving, hope that he'd let her stay around until she had enough to get a place of her own. She'd spent the day rehearsing the conversation in her head.
Downstairs, the front door opened with a bang and Sam shivered.
"You home, Sammy dear?" Sam's stepfather growled from the bottom of the stairs. He'd taken to calling her that lately, it wasn't affectionate, it was said with a sneer and the thinly veiled implication that she wasn't anything dear to him. Now she was just a burden.
"I'm home!" She called back, keeping her voice steady.
"Good." He was already taking the stairs, two by two. "I've stocked us up with supplies, looks like we're going to be snowed in."
"Looks like it." She sighed, staring at the seat of white.
"Get in here!" Dennis barked from his bedroom across the hall.
Grumbling, Sam climbed off her bed and padded her bare feet over the cold wood floors into her stepfather's bedroom.
It hadn't changed much since her mom left, but then it had only been a week and she hadn't done much to make it hers in the first place. It was all dark woods with wrinkled, navy blue sheets on the king size bed. Sam always felt so small standing near their bed, Dennis was enormous so it was more than necessary, but it made her feel tiny. At a measly 5 foot, Sam was well over a foot shorter than him and at least a quarter of the size.
When she stepped into the room, she didn't immediately see where he was. But a glance toward the en suite bathroom answered her question. Her stepfather was in the midst of peeling off his sweatshirt, it stuck to him with the day's sweat. Dennis was a contractor and carpenter, he spent his days building and labouring and always made a big deal of how exhausted he was when he got home, exhausted providing for Sam and her mother with his hard labour. Now, providing just for Sam, she supposed. At least, until he officially kicked her out.
"What do you need?" She asked, looking away as the act pulled up the bottom of his t-shirt to reveal his strong chest. Her stepfather was built, not with overly defined muscle, but brawn and brute strength. It didn't help his already threatening demeanour.
"I asked you to get in here, did I not?" He told her seriously, shooting her a glare.
Sam nodded, following him into the large bathroom. It was spacious, like most of the home that wasn't Sam's tiny bedroom. Dennis had built the place himself and he hadn't intended on having kids, that much was obvious from the measly guest room she'd taken over. Not that Sam was a kid, she was a grown woman now but not one who was currently incapable of moving out on her own, so she suffered like she was a child.
When she was inside, Dennis's arm shot out to push the door shut with a heavy thud.
Sam jumped, her chest jiggling with the movement. A reminder she hadn't remembered to put her bra back on. She usually went without when she was home alone, but never when he was there.
"Get on your knees." He told her, gazing down with his hands on his hips. His t-shirt stretched over the hard planes of his chest and his biceps threatened to shred the sleeves if he flexed even one muscle.
Sam laughed. "What?" Something was curling and twisting inside her, some combination of fear and fascination. Why did he always have to make himself so scary? "Why?"
"I said, get on your knees." Dennis's eyes bore into hers, and he enunciated every word. Sam was getting worried now, her stomach tight even while part of it twisted with curiosity. She'd seen him angry, but it had rarely been directed at her. Now she didn't even know what she'd done to make him mad. "I can see you're going to make this difficult, Sammy, so I'll make it simple for you: I'm going to fuck your throat and you're going to let me."
Sam started, her eyes flying open. She waited for him to say he was joking, but the words didn't come.
"Did you hear me?"
"I heard you." Her eyes flickered to the door. "That's not happening."
