Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Evelyn Landry walked hand-in-hand with Peter, the boy that she was seeing. They had come back from their date down at the bowling alley where they had spent time with some of their friends. Evelyn and Peter weren't exactly a couple, but they had been getting very close and flirty with each other, even hooking up a few times.
They made it to the porch of Evelyn's house, standing in front of each other as they looked into each other's eyes, smiling at each other.
"I had a lot of fun tonight," Peter said sheepishly. Evelyn grinned wider. "I did, too."
He shyly bit his lip and looked away for a moment. "Um... Can I tell you something?" He asks.
Evelyn nodded. "Yeah, of course. What's up?"
Peter looked into her eyes again, his face flushing red. "I really like you," he said shyly. "Like,
really
really like you."
Evelyn wrapped her arms around Peter. "I really like you, too."
She pulled away to see him smiling broadly. "R-really? Uh—cool! Cool..." He scratches his head and chuckles. "Well... Goodnight."
The two of them slowly leaned in for a kiss, until they were suddenly interrupted by the front door opening, revealing Evelyn's stepfather, Scott Jefferson, who did
not
look happy.
Evelyn cleared her throat. "This is my... friend, Peter," she introduced. Peter awkwardly bowed in greeting. Scott studied Peter up and down before shifting his eyes at Evelyn, frowning under his moustache. "Don't you know how late it is?"
"I know," she said with a sigh. "We were just saying goodnight." She turns to Peter and gives him a
look.
He seemed to understand, nodding at Scott. "Goodnight, sir," he said to Scott before walking off the porch and getting into his car.
As soon as he drove away, Evelyn stormed past Scott and stomped up the stairs. "Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Scott yelled, but only received a hard slam of the door in response.
Evelyn felt like she was going to explode in anger. She hated her stepfather. She was eighteen and could be wherever she wanted to be with whoever she wanted!
She took a deep breath before looking at the framed picture of her with her mother and father from previous years before. Evelyn had a filipina mother and an American father, but her parents divorced because her father cheated on her mother. Now, her mother was married to Scott, and even though he was a very attractive man, he was a strict asshole and a cop. Evelyn would tend to wonder why her mom was so attracted to white men who were assholes.
Evelyn found him to be physically attractive—he was muscular and had a very handsome face, but the amount of hate she had for him outweighed that.
She flopped on her bed and pulled up her blanket to cover herself before she took her phone out of her pocket, pulling up her messaging app to text Peter.
"Sorry about my stepdad. He's such an asshole,"
she typed out before hitting send. Suddenly, she jumped when she heard her bedroom door bust open. It was Scott.
"Get up," he said to her. Evelyn ignored him and stayed where she was, pretending as if he wasn't there.
"I said
get up!"
Scott sternly ordered again.
"Leave me alone! Get out of my room!" Evelyn yelled at him.
"You little..." Scott pulled the blanket off of her, and she reached her breaking point. "Fuck you!" She screamed at him. "You were supposed to be home by eight-thirty... And it's midnight! You will
never
see that boy again, you hear me?!" She tried to hit him, but he grabbed her tightly by the wrist.
"You can't control me," Evelyn hissed at him. She gasped when he pushed her away as she fell on her bed. He grabbed her phone, scrolling through the message log between her and Peter. "Hey, give that back!" She yelled at him. He grabbed her by the wrist again, much tighter that time so that she wouldn't escape. She screamed and cursed at him, trying to break free as he scrolled through her phone. Pictures of her clad in lacy lingerie and posing seductively came up, along with a photo of herself topless as she stuck out her tongue. Scott looked absolutely
furious.
Evelyn's face reddened in both anger and embarrassment at her stepfather seeing those kinds of pictures of her. "You little slut! You bet that you'll never see him again," he angrily says. Evelyn finally released herself from his grip and tried to hit him again, but he pushed her back on her bed and pinned her down.
A rush of fear ran through her body as she looked into Scott's eyes. She sensed anger, disappointment, and perhaps...
lust?
"You want to act like a whore? Exposing yourself for attention from boys?" Scott yelled at her. She groaned as she tried to fight him off, but it was no use. He chuckled. "Don't try and escape. You want to be a slut, huh? You wanna show your body and have guys get off from you?"
She shook her head and continued to curse at him, struggling to get out of his grasp. He held her down with one hand as he began to unzip her sweater with the other. He laughed. "Wow. Wearing nothing but a skimpy bra under your sweater... You really
are
a whore." He ran his hand up her body, grabbing at one one of her tits as she whimpered and shut her eyes, her face completely flushed red.
Evelyn clenched her jaw and gulped.
This is so humiliating,
she thought to herself as she turned her head and tried to hide her embarrassed face.
"This is what you want, isn't it? You want to be a little tramp." He grabbed her face with his hand and turned her head to force her to look at him as he smirked from under his moustache. "Look Daddy in the eye while you take your punishment, little girl."
Tears of anger stinged Evelyn's eyes, her eyes glossy from under her eyelashes. "You're not my
'daddy.'