Generational Sins by Samantha Blair

surprised by the answer. She wanted to drive out to my parents’ mountain house to enjoy the fall leaves and lingering summer warmth.
    We had spent a lot of time there over the last few years, using it as a refuge from school and life. When we lived in the dorms, we spent nearly every weekend there together. My parents hardly ever used it, and it provided privacy that was essential to our relationship. We had cried and laughed and grown there together.
    I wished that I could buy it from my father, but I had long ago accepted the fact that I would never inherit anything of my father's. I was going to take his wife and disappear from existence. That would hardly work if I continued to use his vacation home. Maybe some day I could buy a place like it where Kat and I could form new memories.
    Kat packed up our things, and we got in the car, opting for breakfast out along the way. There was a diner that we had stopped at for breakfast several times before. The food was cheap and greasy but it held a certain appeal anyway. Kat was fond of their homemade hash browns, and I was fond of a happy Kat.
    She talked joyfully around her breakfast and filled me in on all the latest school news. She was already picking the year's troublemakers out of her class. She was an incredible teacher, and her students loved her almost as much as I did.
    I filled her in on my last set of classes and professors. She teased me mercilessly about a female professor that she knew had a crush on me. I'd had to take this particular professor twice and both times she had explained in no uncertain terms an easier way that I could earn my grade. Fortunately for me, I could manage just by studying. She was absolutely nasty, and I already belonged to Kat anyway. It had become a bit of an inside joke, when I told Kat that I would leave her for Dr. Spelic.
    We had an incredibly enjoyable time, just the two of us, as husband and wife, eating breakfast and driving through the foothills. We rode with the windows down, and I frequently looked over just to watch her hair blow around in the wind. When we got to the house, Kat got a book and sat on the patio absorbing the last of the sun's rays before it would hide for the winter.
    I wanted to go for a jog, so I left her with her book and headed off on one of the many hiking trails. I was working up a good sweat by the time I reached my turnaround point. It felt good to work my muscles like this.
    Letting my mind drift, I filtered through thoughts of Kat and our wedding. It had been a perfect, quiet island wedding. Kat wore a thin white sundress that made both my heart and my cock ache. She looked absolutely radiant.
    I was planning to ask my mother to plan a new wedding for us, just as I had told my father. She would want the experience, and I felt badly that I had to exclude her from it the first time. I would be done with school by then, so maybe we could give my mother a big wedding before we disappeared from my father's sight. I didn't have a concrete plan for all of this yet, but I was going to need one soon. The time was drawing near.
    I pushed my feet harder as I got closer to the house. I wanted to get back and spend some time with Kat. It might be a good night for a bonfire tonight.
    As I rounded the corner that brought the house in sight, I heard Kat's voice. Who on earth was she talking to out here? The closest neighbors weren't really that close and most of these houses were only occupied during the ski season anyway. Maybe some late golfers or hikers?
    I skidded to a stop when I realized the truth. My father. She was talking to my father. His low voice was unmistakable. I hadn't called them to see if they had weekend plans. I always checked before we came out here to make sure that they wouldn't be here, but this was a last minute decision, and I had forgotten. How could I have forgotten something so important?
    My heart caught in my throat. Oh God, I was completely unprepared for this. I had to get to