Anna lives with her stepfather Olek in the family country house by the hills. Her mother died when she was twelve and he raised her with a firm hand. He was a responsible man, conservative and old fashioned in his values and his ways, guiding her through her adolescence and teaching her about the importance of a girl being chaste.
Olek's conservative ways fit into the rural southern Polish countryside that they always lived in. People mostly kept to themselves, whispered privately about their opinions of others, and tried their best to keep their daughters away from boys for as long as possible.
Anna's teenage years were mostly confused and turbulent. She attended secondary school by walking down the dirt road to the main paved road about a kilometer away and from there took the bus. None of that bothered her except for the snowy winter days when she felt the exposure to weather veered on the miserable.
Her school was Catholic, which mostly meant a few prayers had to be said, a few doctrines had to be taught, and sex education was at the minimum of the Ministry of National Education's guidelines. Both boys and girls attended the school, and it wasn't long before all she wanted was the attention of the boys. But other girls received more attention than she did. Anna was pretty and grew to be shapely, but her movements were often clumsy and gangly. Conscious of her height, at about 175cm, she felt socially awkward and lacked confidence.
Anna had her bouts of social isolation, frustration with boys, and anger at Olek for his house rules. While she wanted to share her feelings with her girlfriends, all they wanted to talk about were boys and about the latest cheap fashion that teenagers were wearing in the big cities.
Her stepfather loved the outdoors. He grew up in the rural countryside at the nearby foothills of the Carpathian mountains and felt at home. After Anna's mother died, he took up mountain biking. On weekends, he wanted nothing more than to tear up the trails on his fully suspended aluminum bike with its wide knobby tires.
Perhaps because he felt a need to share the experience and his wonder of mountain biking, and perhaps because he had no son to spend this experience with, he wanted to ride the trails with Anna. So he bought her a mountain bike, an adult-sized one since she was tall for a girl her age, and the shoes and lycra and helmet and all.
Sometimes he'd ride on his own so he can be aggressive, slide in the dirt and mud, and even crash in all his fun. Other times, he'd have her go with him and he'd take it easy so she can keep up. The trails were nearby and they were able to ride right from their house.
At fifteen, Anna became more rebellious. She tried to stay out past her curfew times, and to dress less conservatively. And each time, she had to face her angry stepfather, with shouting between them. His restrictions on her were making less sense to her, and she often stewed in her room, with her respect for him diminished.
***
Anna's resentment of her stepfather grew. He was so controlling, damnit. He was not fair, just not fair. She felt this time and again.
By eighteen, her escape was her online activities. Olek didn't know much about the Internet and didn't really understand what one can find there. His exposure to the online world was mostly that he can do email and see news, and he also looked up technical information for his electrician business.
But Anna knew. She used her cell phone for porn.
Even though she had no sexual experience herself, the Internet gave her access to erotic stories and videos that stoked her imagination. She had no idea what a man and woman can do to each other until she found these sites. Late at night, while Olek was sleeping in his bedroom and her door was closed, she silently watched or read about the motions and gyrations and sensations that were possible. With one hand in her panties while under the cover and the other hand holding her phone, she gave herself into fantasies and orgasms and released her tensions.
Anna imagined herself one day with a man that could fulfill her sexual longings. But not a boy. She already knew that the young men in her school and her age were immature. They were more interested in their own gratification. She saw this in them, read about it, and even heard the other girls talk about it. There's something about males under 25, or is it under 30, that allow themselves to be led by their penis instead of their brain, and keep them from really caring about the girl. There's something about older males and their maturity that is best.
So in her fantasies, she would give herself to an older man, and they would do things to each other like men and women do in those online erotic stories and videos. She imagined an older man, with a hairy chest and a hairy scrotum (haha), reach deep into her with his tongue, suck on her clitoris, and make her scream in wet delirium.
Her stepfather would never know about these fantasies or about what she watched or read. She felt that he could never know. He practically wants her to be a nun.
She wondered, does he ever have sexual fantasies? How could he? He's so damn conservative and rigid. But he's a man. Don't all men have needs? She wondered if he self-gratifies himself. Does he jerk-off in the shower? He's 30 years older than her, so it's not like he's so old he doesn't have any drive left. Nah, she shook her head, don't even think about that. She preferred to settle on hating him for how he restricted her instead.
And yet it was shortly after she was having these thoughts about her stepfather, and trying to shake them off, when she made a discovery about him. While she was home alone and he was out on a job, she needed to find the keys to the separate garage house where she left her boots. She looked in the usual places and they still didn't show up, so she decided to check the desk in his bedroom.
The keys were not there, but as she was leaving the room, she noticed some magazines on the floor peering from under the bed. They were hard core porn.
She snickered at this, and realized she had something on him and he didn't know her secret. She realized that her stepfather was sexually repressed.
***
Anna had another reason to resent her stepfather. She hated mountain biking.
In her mind, he "made" her join him on the trails. She'd always try to give excuses for not going but he tied it to privileges and her allowance, sincerely believing it was good for her and for their relationship. He wanted her to develop his appreciation for the outdoors and nature and if she wasn't going to hike, then at least she can ride.
Anna was actually not a bad mountain biker. While most mountain bikers were male (young male to be more specific, and were often rather reckless and foolish young males), she was the odd female biker, and she developed skills in rounding corners, balancing herself on difficult downhills, and moving her body weight over the bike frame with confidence. It belied her otherwise awkward lack of physical grace.
But she still didn't like mountain biking. Perhaps it had to do with the dirt and mud she collected on her lower body, or all the sweat and grim on her upper body, or the hovering bugs when they stopped. Or perhaps it was that it was always with him.
She also found the clothing strange. While most recreational mountain bikers liked to wear loose-fitting shorts and jerseys, Olek insisted on wearing road cycling clothes. So they both wore skin-tight lycra shorts and jerseys, always leaving nothing to the imagination. As is typical with wearing such cycling clothes, they wore them commando-style; no underwear underneath the shorts to avoid chafing. She did wear a supportive bra because of the sudden movements, and needed to keep her full breasts held in place. She also wore a bra because she didn't want him to look at her nipples through the lycra.
With all that, she started mountain biking when she was fourteen, and by seventeen, started to hate it, coinciding with her growing resentment of him.
***
Some time after turning nineteen, Anna made a decision. She would kill him. Olek must die.
He must die because he was so obtuse that he didn't make any effort to understand or read her. He must die because he was restricting her. And he must die because that would make her happy.
Influenced by her continuing erotic fantasies, she imagined how she might kill him. There was no gun in the house. She really had no idea how to kill someone in practical terms.
She knew he had his own sexual fantasies, and as far as she knew, he hadn't been inside a woman since her mother. Was that his weakness?
Her own imagination swirled with the convoluted and pithy storylines of the porn videos and stories she consumed online. Most were downright silly, but some sure were creative, and titillating, especially to a man. A plot gradually took shape in her mind.
***
The following Saturday morning, Anna asked her stepfather if they were mountain biking that afternoon. He looked at her slightly surprised since she usually didn't ask to go riding. It was usually him announcing it.
"Yes, sure, let's do it. The weather today is perfect!" he replied.
