"Rick... why is your hand under her dress?"

My heart stops. We are caught.

But my stepfather doesn't panic.

"A huge wasp flew right up her dress," he lies smoothly. His thick fingers stay buried deep inside my dripping panties. "Don't worry, Helen. I'll examine the area."

To the world, Dr. Rick is a perfect gentleman. He is a respected physician and my mother’s devoted husband.

But right in the backseat of my mother's car, he makes me break every rule. He uses his calm doctor's voice to issue filthy commands. He turns my own body against me, making me cover up his sins while I moan into his hand.

"Make sure you rub that ointment in well," Mom says from the front seat, completely clueless as he smears our slick juices—the "special ointment" he always carries—over my trembling thighs.

"I will," he whispers, pushing deeper. His eyes lock onto mine, looking so wild I wonder if I even know him.

I should demand to switch seats. I should push him away.

So why am I helping him ruin our family?