Evan hated his father.
At twenty one, Evan had developed such an intolerance for Sonny that he couldn't bear to be in the same room with him for longer than an hour. Just little comments he would make. Snotty looks. In his youth he had always tried to please his father, but never to any avail. Now he realized that it was just not possible. He figured he would just stay out of his father's way until he could move out; then he wouldn't have to deal with him any longer.
Evan thought Sonny was incapable of properly raising children. And in a way, he was right. Sonny took the "success of the child" principle way too far. Evan went to college after graduation to become a doctor. It wasn't enough for him. Evan got an excellent job at a bank, and after only three years was being noted as a potential future vice president. All while maintaining excellent grades in his classes. Still, Sonny wanted more. And it got to the point where Evan could care less himself; especially with his sister.
Alaura could never do anything wrong. Sonny would buy her cars that she'd total. Sonny would set her up with jobs she'd walk out on. Sonny would lend her money he'd never get back. But all that was fine... Evan took the brunt of his nonsense and he couldn't stand it.
Then when Sonny met Sara, Evan's hatred for his father found new heights. Sara, at thirty five, was fourteen years older than Evan, but sixteen younger than Sonny. And of course she was a knockout. And of course it only made Sonny act worse toward Evan. Perhaps he was trying to impress Sara with his marvelous parenting; Maybe it was just another achievement to hold against his son; who knows.
Sara was actually very kind, and even better looking. Her dark mahoganish hair flowed to her breasts and were matched by her bright brown eyes. Between those was her thin and well proportioned nose, underneath which was a lovely little mouth, pouty lips in front of a perfect set of teeth and a delicious looking tongue.
Her figure was remarkable as well. She had a nice flat stomach, probably because she'd never had children, a nice full ass and beautifully sculpted legs. Despite her age her breasts were still high and firm as a teenage girl's would be, and there was not a hint of age in her face. She was just a beautiful beautiful woman, who from what Evan could tell, never got fucked.
That was another thing that bothered him about that relationship. Sonny was a highly unsexual person. He was a good looking guy and all, especially for being as old as he was, but he never did anything with her.
Evan could think of several things he'd do to her. Some mornings she'd still be in her nightie making breakfast and he'd imagine grabbing her from behind. Sometimes she'd be cleaning around the house and she'd bend over to pick something up and he'd give anything to shove her on a nearby piece of furniture and fuck her til rapture.
On their wedding day Evan remembered getting very drunk and eyeing Sara a great deal, and actually making a trip or two to the bathroom to jerk off. It'd been a year since then, and Evan was still having the same fantasies.
One night he awoke to them fighting. He had never heard them fighting before. An oddly strong interest took him over and he snuck into the hallway.
"...since our honeymoon," he heard Sara say.
"Well maybe I'm just not interested," he heard his father bark. "Did you ever think of that?"
God his father was an asshole. He never failed to give Evan daily reminders why he hated him so much. How he'd gotten Sara was a mystery beyond him.
"God, couples just have sex, Sonny. I'd like to anyway. I don't see why you have to be such a dick about it."
With that Evan heard footsteps and ducked back into his bedroom. Sara walked down the hall and down the stairs. He waited to hear the front door close but it never did, though Sonny's door did.
About ten minutes had passed and he began to wonder what Sara was doing down there, and what she was wearing. I'll bet she's in something hot, he said to himself. Trying to get laid and somehow not succeeding.
He pulled a pair of jeans on and decided to go investigate. He wore no shirt, and Evan worked out frequently so he knew he had a very chiseled upper body. He was thinking that maybe this was the opportunity he'd been secretly wanting for the past year. His mind was racing with possibilities and scenarios as he calmly went down the stairs. He looked around and saw a dim light coming from the kitchen. He smiled to himself and headed over.
Evan very slowly peeked into the kitchen and saw Sara sitting at the table, head in hands and wearing a metallic pink silk robe. She was making no noise, and Evan couldn't help but look up her one exposed leg, imagining himself kissing up that leg, grabbing it, holding it in place while he rammed into her. But quickly he recomposed himself and walked in, letting his presence be known.
"Oh, I was wondering who had the light on, he said nonchalantly. "Trouble sleeping?"
She looked up and smiled grimly. "Yeah, you could say that I guess."
He began rummaging through the refrigerator. "Are you hungry at all?"
"No," she said. There was a sullen tone to her voice.
Evan eventually settled on a small carton of yogurt and grabbed a spoon, having a seat at the table. "What's up?"
Sara just looked over at him sadly and laid her arms flat on the table. He looked harder at her. "Come on," he pressed. "Tell me.. what is it?"
Sara sighed before answering. "It's Sonny, he-"
She stopped.
Her look seemed to brighten ever so slightly before she continued. "Your father won't... god I don't even think I should be talking to you about this..."
She smiled a very slight smile, as did Evan. He knew what she was going to tell him, but he was still eager to hear her say it. "Oh, come on Sara. I'm your son in law. If you can't tell me, who can you tell?"
When she didn't laugh he added, "Maybe if i did your hair?"
Then she did. "We could make a night of it, Sara. You give me your gossip and we'll eat a tub of ice cream. We'll do each other's nails; It'll be great."
"Okay, okay," Sara said, giving in. "Your father..." she trailed off.
He continued feigning ignorance, liking the way she was struggling to explain.
"Well, it's just that it's about... it's about sex."
The way she said "sex" sent a tingle up Evan's spine. He'd been sitting with her for a scant few minutes and already he was getting hard. But he kept playing it cool.
"Oh?"
