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Rapid countryside wind smacks Ellie's face as she sticks her head out of the jeep window. It smells so good, trees and gravel and fresh air. Oxygen fills her lungs, makes her feel incredibly alive as the radio plays an old Loretta Lynn song in the background.
Her twin braids fly wildly behind her, collecting who-knows-what in them. She's already picked out a small pinecone from one, not sure how that got in there.
She holds the trucker cap she stole from her dad on her head with one hand. Because it looks too good on her to take off. Even if something smacks into it or she drops it and they have to go back it ain't like it'll be ruined.
Ellie swears the things as old as she is, fabric peeling up and the patch faded with time. But it smells like him.
The wind is wonderfully cooling on her face as sweat drips down her neck from the summer heat. Her dad's car doesn't have any AC, and apparently that fact went over his head until now.
The peice of junk is practically an oven, smelling like cigarettes and heat. Ellie didn't know heat had a smell until she got into this car in summer.
Even so, the smell of nature is enough of a pick-me-up for her that she'll ignore all that. And the gleeful anticipation of a few weeks alone in the middle of the woods with her dad is enough for her to grin wildly, her eyes wide open as she takes in everything this path has to offer.
The roads are practically empty as they drive through another small town. Well, more then practically empty they're basically deserted.
But occasionally they come across a car, and more often come across a peice of farm equipment. Ellie despises being stuck behind fucking farm trucks.
As they make a turn in the road Ellie spots a car pulled off on the side of the road. She squints her eyes then grins.
"Ooh! There's Georgia!" She announces happily, popping her head back into the car.
Joel let's out a long, dramatic dad sign as she plops back down into the faux leather seat that collects heat like flies to honey.
"You need to keep your appendages in the car girl, you're makin' be nervous," Joel says with a tone of mild exasperation.
Ellie rolls her eyes, feeling the slight strain in her head as she does so. She bends over, her back popping as she pulls out the license plate checklist from under her seat.
"It's fine dude, I'm not gonna fall out," she says teasingly, clicking her souvenir pen and putting a smiley face next to Georgia.
"M' less worried bout' you fallin' out and more bout' you getting your head chopped off like in that movie movie," he responds, turning the wheel at a spitting road. "What was that again?" He turns his head to her for a moment, his eyebrow raised.
"Hereditary?" Ellie asks, shoving her list back under the sweat and kicking her legs up on the dash. She turns her head, looking at her father's face through her heart shaped sunglasses.
"Yeah that's the one," Joel responds absently, scratching his graying beard.
"We should watch another horror movie, cabin will make it scarier," Ellie says, tapping the backs of her shoes on the dashboard. She has a list of movies she wants to watch with him, a lot of them are horrors so she has an excuse to cling to him.
Not like she really needs an excuse but it's still nice.
"Sure we can-" he huffs, "Ellie- get your damn feet off the dash." She sticks out her tounge at him but does, dropping her feet to the ground and tapping out the rhythm of a song she likes.
Then her nose scrunches as a depresses bug smacks into the windshield, leaving behind a brown streak muddling her veiw. "Why do they do that?" She asks then clarifies, "Bug suicide?"
"Hell, kiddo, I dunno know what bugs are thinkin', they're prob'ly just stupid," he scratches his neck.
"Like someone else I know," she nudges his leg then giggles. And snorts as he lets out a perturbed sigh. She taps her doodled-on converse on the floor, and the Jesus bobblehead turns to look at her mighty judgmentally.
"What the hell are you lookin' at?" She asks and kicks it lightly, causing its head to thrash wildly before settling its creepy gaze on Joel.
"Now why'd you do that to Jesus?" Joel asks, teasing tone to his voice as he reaches a hand over over to fix his head. "Poor fella, died for your sins ya'know?"
Ellie snorts, "pssh' I've never sinned in my life old man, I'm a perfect angel." Her grinning is infections; because Joel smiles and laughs, shaking his head, "sure you are."
Then the car goes silent, and stays silent. Well not entirely silent because of the radio and the open window but that doesn't count. Ellie pouts in Joel's direction but he's either ignoring her or doesn't notice.
God she's so bored.
She huffs and leans back in her seat, thinking about pulling out the binder she stuck in her backpack. Pages where she's glued and taped images from her porno magazines in a collage.
Sure it's old fashioned, but Ellie enjoys the simpler things in life. Like corny porn and cutting out boobs to glue over old schoolwork.
There's also a good few pages of polaroids she's taken of Joel and her. And a few of Tommy. He always gets worried about that, even though he's fucked her multiple times on their back porch. It's a double standard, really.
Ellie glances at her backpack and debates weither or not her dad would yell at her for openly looking at boobs and dicks while driving down the road. He's fussed at her about it before, but that was on a highway, but she hasn't seen a driving car for miles
here.
"Don' even think about it," Joel says as soon as Ellie reaches for the pack. He's not even looking at her, fucking rude.
"Don't do what father?" Ellie asks with a sickingly sweet voice, pulling her hands back onto her lap and folding them very politely. Joel huffs.
"At least wait 'til we're at the cabin you little deviant," he says, his eyes flicking over to her for a second, stern. Ellie giggles, he's got a lot of nerve calling her a deviant when his cum from this morning is going tacky in her underwear.
"Says you ya' dirty old man," she responds, getting up onto her knees and leaning across the car to press a kiss onto his cheek.
He sighs, acting like he's so annoyed but she can see the growing tent in his pants. "Sit your butt back down and buckle up," he demands, nodding at her seat, "If you go flyin' out the window it'll be your own damn fault."
Ellie blows a raspberry at him and plops back down into her seat, but doesn't buckle up. She likes to live life on edge, and annoy the shit out of Joel.
"Hey is that a diner?" Ellie asks suddenly as a big red sign comes into view. She lifts her sunglasses up and leans forward, trying to get a good look at the sign.
Her stomach growls, "dude I'm starvinggg."
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Ellie hops out of the jeep as soon as Joel puts it in park. Her converse hit the cracked pavement with a smack, and she immediately feels the hot air hit her like a frying pan.
The slams the car door behind her, and hears a muffled reprimand from Joel but she's already bouncing across the parking lot.
Ellie grabs onto the bottoms of her ridden-up shorts and yanks them down some, doesn't want them entirety up her ass.
Dad never lets her wear shorts this short in their hometown, but there's no reputation to be had in butt-fuck no where. He's always more lax with her behavior on their hunting trips.
Well, as long as it doesn't end in a police visit.
Ellie reaches the glass diner doors and can practically hear Joel's sigh from across the parking lot as he locks the car, "hold your horses girl!"
She wants to hold is horse.
She giggles at herself as she pushes open the heavy glass door to the diner. The bell rings loudly above her as she grabs onto the handle and holds it open dramatically so Joel can pass through it after her.
"Well thank you ma'am," he smiles down at her, tipping an invisible hat. A shiver goes through her cunt, he's so handsome in this lighting. She can't wait to get alone with him.
Ellie snorts, feeling butterflies in her belly as she lets the door fall shut behind her, "You're welcome sirr."
"Where should we sit?" Ellie asks as she looks around, seeing only a few other patrons. Mostly old guys, probably locals or truckers.
"Ladies choice," he responds, not seeming to be looking at anything but her. Ellie scans the booths for a moment before picking the one closest to the door.
Which isn't very close, because it seems that a few other couples had the same idea to get close to the fresh air. Good thing there are fans blowing in every directions, she thinks she might overheat.
It's an all American diner, red and white cracked booths, old checkered floors and a cheesy 1950s theme. There's even a fucking jukebox in the corner.
The lit up menu catches her eyes, advertising a fast verity of milkshakes. And toppings, so many toppings. Ellie feels her mouth water, and her stomach growls.
She half expects the waitress to come out on roller skates.
The waitress doesn't come out on roller skates, which is kinda rude but whatever. She approaches them quickly, grinning in that stupid pretty way where you can tell its genuine. She has pretty eyes, and boobs.
Ellies nose scrunches up and her smile fades into a frown.
"Goodevenin'," she grins at Joel, who nods and responds "Evenin'." The woman's smile groes even wider and Ellie wants to reach across the table and smack her.
"What can I get'cha today?" Jane, her name tag says Jane. Janes a bitch.
Ellie knows she doesn't get paid enough to be acting this friendly to her man. Jealousy boils in her veins, and she feels like she's going to explode. Jane hasn't seem to have noticed Ellie at all.
Why is Joel looking at her? This is their weekend.
"I want a double cheeseburger and fries," Ellie announces before Jane even slides the menu on the table, "and a banana milkshake, with recess peices and a ton of cherries."
Joel gives the woman an apologetic smile and a nod, "I'll take a burger and coke." Jane writes down their orders, still looking at Joel. Ellie pokes his foot with hers, demanding his attention be drawn back to her.
"I want a lemonade to," Ellie says right as the woman starts to walk away. Then turns her head to look at Joel.
"I don' like her," Ellie grumbles as soon as the waitress is out of earshot. Her eyes trace the woman with a glare as she returns to which she came.
Joel rolls his eyes with a amused huff, then his phone rings. Ellie reaches to grab it to see who's messaging him but he smacks his hand down on it before she can. And gives her a look that says 'better luck next time kiddo'.
"You're a little green eyed monster," he says, texting something back on his out-of-date phone. That thing is practically a relic at this point. They should put it in a museum.
He smiles at his phone and she furrows her brows.
"I am not-" she huffs, "who are you talkin' to?" Ellie leans over the table, trying to look over at his phone. She wants to see, wants to text back telling whoever that is to leave them alone.
This trip is about them not about him and whoever he's chatting up on the phone.
"Case n' point kiddo," Joel responds with a smirk, then places his phone face-down on the table. He leans back and raises an eyebrow at her. Dick.
"I'm not jealous I jus' wanna know who you're talkin' to!" Ellie responds to his baseless accusations, throwing her hands up in exasperation and tapping her foot obnoxiously on the tile floor.
"Am I not allowed to have my own private conversations?" He asks, glancing at his watch then over to the kitchen. They're not in a rush so she takes that as him trying to avoid eye contact.
Ellie scoffs at him like it's the most ridiculous sentence in the world, "Course' you're not!"
"Of course I'm not," he repeats, a knowing smirk on his face.
Jane returns with their drinks quickly, still with a stupid smile on her face. She places them carefully on the table, "Yalls food will be out in a minute."
Ellie takes a sip of her milkshake and groans, slightly disappointed she can't complain. It's incredible, she'll have to bug Joel for another one later.
Her eyes still track and glare blatantly at the wannabe be homewrecker as she walks in and out of the kitchen, delivering drinks and food.
Joel takes a sip of his coke and sighs, "You're be bein' rude Ellie." Then his phone dings loudly, notifications set to high because he's old and half deaf in one ear.
Who the hell keeps texting him?
Ellie huffs again bringing a cherry up to her mouth, "she's hittin' on you I have a right to be." She tries to do her best to eat the cherry as seductively as she can.
"She's just doin' her job, leave er' alone."
Ellie rolls her eyes but relents, at least temporarily. She picks her phone out of her phone and huffs curses under her breath as she struggles a few times to get the password right.
When she finally gets the damned thing open she finds that she has a few missed messages. She has her notifications off, because unlike someone, she knows the importance of family time.
Dinas been texting her. Ellie scratches her eyebrow and opens the conversation.
A long string of texts await her. A smile crosses her face as she reads that Jessie dented the bumper of his moms car. She's going to kill him when she finds out.
Dina claims he's trying to pop it out with a toilet plunger and Ellie loads up the photo attached to the message and giggles. Then frowns slightly as she sees the message under it, she wants her to come over.
Joel times more important, so she's not terribly upset but still.
Ellie bites her cheek when she sees the the green indicator that Dinas online. Then the three lines that she's typing. She starts flooding the chat with "'Elllllieee', 'Elllliiieeee????', 'I know you're there'"
"Oh so you get to text but I don' get to?" Joel asks teasingly, snapping her attention back onto him. She rolls her eyes and puffs, "shut up."
Ellie tells her that she has shit service, which isn't wrong. And that she's on a trip with her dad, tactically leaving out the part where they bone until Ellie can't stand straight.
Dina just sends back a thumbs up, says she'll send some photos of Jessie being a dumbass and tells her to have fun.
Ellie doesn't know what to say back so she just turns her phone off, watching as the screen goes dark and she can see her reflection. And she looks mighty good if she says so herself.
She puts her phone back in her pocket right as Jane brings out their food, took fucking long enough. She taps her fingers on the table as the woman approaches, still with her happy smile and great tits.
She wanted to punch her. Mess up that perfect smile she's trying to entice Joel with. Most of all she wants her boobs.
A bubble of insecurity pops in the bottom of her jealousy boiling pot. Her dad says her boobs are perfect, but they're not.
"Here you go!" Jane hums, placing the food kindly on the table, "is there anythin' else you need-"
"I want another milkshake," Ellie interrupts, pulling the toothpick out of her burger. The waitress nods, "of course sugar."
Ellie will show her fucking sugar.
"So," Joel says, reaching over to steal one of her fries, "who are you cheatin' on me with?" There's a playful smirk on his face that makes her rolll her eyes.
"Hey! Get your own fries!" Ellie says, ripping the fry out of his hand and shoving it into her mouth. "Dinas textin' me," she awnsers while chewing.
"Don't chew with food in your mouth open," Joel says, "I swear girl it's like you where raised in a barn."
"You where raised in a barn," Ellie mocks him, imitating his voice. She shoves another fry in her mouth.
"I do not sound like that," Joel responds, shaking his head, offended.
"Oh you totally sound like that," she snorts.
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Ellie's dad has instant on giving the waitress a good tip. Even though she had been so blatant in her rude flirting. Jane might as well have flashed Joel her frustratingly perfect tits while she was at it.
Ellie angles herself away from him in the car, finally buckled up as they start rolling through sharp curves and hills. Her knees are pinned together and her thighs squeezed shut in annoyance.
Her lower lip sticks out as she pouts, giving the occasional dramatic huff or sigh waiting for an apology from him.
One of her favorite songs starts playing pn the fuzzy radio. The scratchy lyrics and tune are just enough for her to zone out from her annouve and tap her feet to the rhythm.
"Stop your poutin' girl," Joel says with a tone of exasperation, "ain't never goin' to see that woman again."
Ellie huffs, taking a quick peak at him only to realize he's looking at her. Ellie snaps her eyes back out the open window and onto the treees rushing by.
"I bet she's gonna see you tonight when she's masterbatin' though," Ellie spits out, scooting even further away from him. She can feel the cooling air brush by her nose.
This time Joel laughs, deep and rumbling like she just said the funniest thing ever. Ellie scoffs at his rudeness, feeling heat rush to her face.
"You're ridiculous you know that girl?" He asks, rhetorical. There's a heavy tone of amusement as he says it, and she feels like a toddler that just fell smack on her face.
The jeep makes a grumbling sound and she feels it start to slow, doing that yerking thing he really needs to get checked out. The gravel grinding becomes more apparent as he pulls off the road and onto a clearing.
Ellie pinches her lips together as she feels an incoming lecture. Her eyes stay sharply pointed away from him.
So she's surprised when she feels Joel reaching over to her, and hears the sound of her seatbelt being unbuckled. The he tugs it off of her, and it catches where her arms and held tightly over her chest.
She was expecting him to her right into bitching at her.
Her dad wraps his big hands around her waist, engulfing her and tugs her across the console and into his lap. Joel runs his hands down her bare thighs and she feels herself unconsciously shiver at the feeling.
He pulls her legs apart, lining them up with his so they hang over him, spread as wide as they can go in the small space. Ellie huffs loudly, continuing to pout as he slips his palm under her shirt, snaking it up her flat stomach.
Then his other hand reaches for her belt, a gift from Tommy with a western buckle. He runs his thumb over the surface then fiddles with it, unbuckling it and letting the leather fly open.
"Now you know," he unclasps the button on her shorts, "damn' well," his fingers pull down her fly. Ellie bites her cheek, trying her damndest not to react.
"Ellie," the name is sharp as he shoves his fist into her pants, slipping right underneath her underwear.
"That I ain't ever goin'to cheat on you," his fingers aim for her clit, which is embarrassing already swollen and sensitive. He rolls it and she feels her right eye twitch.
Ellie huffs at him, trying to disguise a moan as his fingers rub circles into her. "Talkin' to other women is cheatin'," she chastises. Then adds, "Joel," trying to emulate his tone when she says it but fails as her breath catches.
Joel let's out another deep, rumbling laugh and presses harder on her nub, "oh now yer' just being difficult on purpose."
Ellie grits her teeth as his palm slips down, and one of his fingers teases around the rim of her cunt. She wants to tell him to just do it already but she won't give him the satisfaction of begging.
"I ain't gonna beg-" she starts but then he slips inside, finger so cruely slow as it presses inside of her. Ellie moans and whines with her chest, feeling embarrassed blush paint up her freckles.
Her dad's fingers are thick and calloused and warm and it presses just right on her insides. She lets out another breathy moan as he curls the diget, pressing aginst the soft spot inside of her that feels so good.
"Always gotta' fuck the brat outta you girl," he hums into her ear, then shoves another thick finger inside of her before she has the wits to snap back at him.
Ellie hollers out, feeling the pad of his thumb press against her clit and start rubbing back and forth quickly.
God it feels good.
She's glad the radio is still on, she can someone register the voice of Johnny Cash as she lets out another loud moan. Somehow, the wet sounds coming from her cunt manage to overpower the song on the radio stills, and The Balled of Boot hill begins.
Ellie's hips snap back and forth as she greedily grinds against his hand, no longer bothering to act indifferent.
She smacks his thigh and demands, on cue with Cash, "more!" Joel chuckles but obliges, slipping a third finger next to the others with a loud squelch.
"Uhuhumn-" Ellie moans, "more-"
"Always needin' more," Joel tsks, "spoiled you to much, done gone rotten on be baby." He thrusts his fingers faster through, making more wet sounds and pulling yelps and moans from her bite-swollen lips.
"Don't spoil me 'nuff," she hums in response, her legs spreading wider, feet pressing on the dashboard as she humps his fingers.
Joel gropes her breast with the hand under her shirt, her palm completely enveloping the mound. Ellie whines as Joel rolls her nipple with his thumb and pointer finger, tugging on it.
She shoves her own hand next to it, giving it much rougher treatment then he is, yanking and pinching on the other tit. Her head leans back, lulling on his shoulder as he continues his pace while she grabs at her boob.
"'S a good girl," he hums into her ear, suddenly deciding she's not rotten anymore, "gonna cum for me baby?"
Ellie nods sharply, "please-" her hips rise into the air, humping wildly as her body shakes and she moans loudly, the sound vibrating through the car.
"Dad!" She whines, then cums, body tensing up, then dropping down as she crashes into him.
"That enough to prove anythin' to you girl?" Joel asks teasingly, giving her nip a flick before retracting his hand.
Ellie huffs, "I think I'm gonna need more proof when we get to the cabin." She picks at her cutical, his fingers still deep inside of her.
Then the next song starts.
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Ellie's eyes flutter open to the sound of the seatbelt like thumping on her brain. She grunts, quietly yawning as she lifts her cheek of the cool window. Her tired gaze wonders around and she wonders why it's so dark, until after a few moments she realizes it's night.
Must've fallen asleep a while ago.
The dashboard claims it's one in the morning, she blinks at it, then rubs her eyes. As she looks around her she spots a patch of fireflies, yellow-green and dancing around a patch of trees.
Cicadas and crickets buzz and chirp outside of the car, and Ellie jumps slightly as a moth smacks into the window. Then she realizes that it's shut and just blinks at the bug before moving sight east.
Ah there it is, the lake, with the reflection of the full moon shining in its clear water. Even in her stupor she smiles at the thought of swimming.
Then a bright light catches her eye and she looks towards it, seeing her dad's frame pop open the front door to their families summer cabin.
He jogs back over to the car, and once he's close enough their eyes meet, and he smiles at her.
"Hey baby," Joel says softly as he pulls the door open to her side of the car. "Daddy," she sighs, exhausted from the long drive and being woken up.
Ellie lifts her arms up and makes grabby motions for him to hold her, carry her to bed.
Joel hums at her then wraps his hands around her back and pulls her into his arms. She shoves her face into his neck, breathing in his comforting scent as he carries her into the cabin.
Dim light burns her eyes as the screen door closes behind them, she groans and digs her face deeper into his shoulder. "I know baby I know I'm workin' on it," Joel comforts and picks up his pace a bit.
It's a relatively small building so they reach the bedroom quickly, where Joel closes the door to the hallway behind them and flicks on the side table lamp.
He pulls the mosquito canopy open and places her on the bed. Ellie curls up, facing away from the light. She's so tired, so it's no wonder she sleeps through Joel changing her clothes and tucking her into bed.
Or when he presses a soft kiss to her forehead, and tells her he loves her, and goodnight.