Incest/Taboo Love Eternal

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All characters are over 18+

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Ten years prior...

Dilan McCoy stood in thunderstruck as his sister, who was two years older than he was, brought home the boy, or douche in his mind, to meet their parents at the end of her sophomore year of her technical school. While the man on her arm had a full ride at the university a town over from his home town. How he was dying inside when he saw the look on his sister's face. The look of someone head over heels in love.

The way that man looked at his mother told him he wasn't as faithful to his sister as she appeared to be towards him. How it made his skin crawl. Since the age of ten he's been in love with his sister. Dilan knew it was wrong, yet his heart didn't see it like that. He had even broke down and told her last summer before she went back to school that he was in love with her. So he could show her that he was better than all those boys she had had dated in the past.

What was her answer you might ask? Deborah had called him a freak, a sick, disgusting freak! For the next month Dilan moped in his room. Crying every night into his pillow so his parents wouldn't hear knowing that his love would never be returned. He knew he had to leave; he couldn't stand seeing another man with her. Couldn't stand seeing that look on her face knowing it was a mistake. Slinking off to his room he'd rather not sully his sister's happiness even if she didn't want him like he wanted her. Having graduated early from high school due to not bothering to date anyone, in his eyes no one could ever take Deborah's place.

"Going somewhere?" Deborah asked, her voice causing Dilan's back to straighten as he stood over his suitcase.

"College," Dilan said, plainly. Not bothering to turn to look at his sister. Fearing that she would see the hurt in his eyes. Something he didn't want his sister to see. Not after what she had called him.

"But it's the..."

"Early admission," Dilan said, so she would stop asking questions.

"Dilan about the last time..." Sighing when her brother closed the door in her face. She wanted to apologize. She wanted to take back the words she said to him, yet it seemed he wasn't ready to talk.

"Why do you have to go now?!" Barbara asked, as her son stood in the doorway to the garage. The glint of the lights overhead shone along the restored '69 Phantom style Mustang Fastback that he and his father had rebuilt together over the past few years. Its deep black paint pulled at his soul knowing that darkness would follow him everywhere. "You're sister just got home. Stay here at least for a day," Barbara pleaded with her son. She had noticed something was wrong with her son since Deborah went back to school last year. It was almost as if her son was heartbroken.

"Barbara let him go," Vlad said, placing a steadying hand on his wife's shoulder. He too had left home early when he joined the Marines, while he would miss his son dearly, he couldn't be more proud of his son wanting to strike off on his own. "He's eighteen, his mind is set. All we can do is wish him well, and that he'll return to us," Vlad said, nodding to his son as the trunk of the Mustang closed.

"But why now?!" Barbara asked, once again. Feeling her tears gathering in her eyes as she looked upon her son.

"Because I have to Mom," Dilan said, hugging his parents tightly. "I just can't stay here with Deborah around, it just hurts too much," he said to himself.

"Y-you better call me," Barbara said, through her sniffles.

"Of course," Dilan smiled warmly at his mother as he opened the driver's side door.

That steel key slid into the lock, its tumblers meshing with the key. Sending a spark through the wiring, firing off those eight heavy-duty spark plugs bringing that 5.0 liter engine to life. Its deep rumbling purr filled the garage as it idled. The deep red of the brake lights played along the wall as its halogen headlights flared to life. Music could be heard playing through the glass that pulled at his tattered soul. Dilan knew once he opened the garage door there was no turning back.

His hands gripped the steering wheel as his sister stood before him as the garage door opened. Her arms crossed, her eyes hard, standing her ground to bar his path. "You really just going to leave?" Deborah asked, her light brown hair fluttered in the breeze. Looking down as the front bumper was inches away from her legs. "Talk to me Dilan! I'm right here..." That was when she saw it, saw what he was going through... Deborah stood in the driveway watching the taillights and the roar of the engine disappearing into the distance.

Two months ago...

Deborah was sitting at her desk going through bills for her motorcycle and auto repair shop. Listening to the retort of the air ratchet going off in the repair bay as her mechanics unbolted the transmission from Ms. Gober's car. It wasn't often Deborah was found sitting behind her desk, unless it was bill time like today was, she was normally out on the floor. Turning a wrench or two alongside the guys when she didn't have to play owner. Yet she didn't mind she loved running her own repair shop. Ever since she watched her father and brother... Siting back, her blue-green eyes falling on her brother's picture wondering where exactly he was. She knew he came to town. The photos on the walls of her parents' house told her that much. Deborah had to admit Dilan had grown into a fine looking man. She wanted to know why he avoided her? Why he never called? Never asked her about his nephew and niece? They were born four years ago. Never came to her wedding eight years ago when Nathan graduated from college. She did miss him, she just wished he would talk to her.

Sighing as her cell phone rang, dancing along her desk as her children's preschool number flashed across the screen. Looking at the clock, Deborah knew her husband should have picked up their twins an hour ago.

"Hello?" Deborah asked, answering the phone.

"Hello Deborah, I was just wondering when you were going to come pick up your kids?!"

"What do you mean pick up my kids?! Nathan was supposed to do that today?!" Deborah said, fear raced through her mind as to what could cause Nathan to miss the pick-up time. How she hoped he didn't get in an accident or something bad happen to him.

"No... they've been waiting here for the past hour and I can't really keep them here for much longer."

"Okay, okay. I'll be there as fast as I can," Deborah said, snatching her car keys off her desk. Missing her bike, but she had to sell it when they found out she was pregnant. Some of it went to the future medical bills, the rest went to the car she now drives. It was a safer vehicle for the kids than on the back of a bike. "Mark!" Deborah called out as she walked onto the shop floor.

"Yeah!"

"I need you to close the shop tonight. I have to run and pick up my kids," Deborah said, knowing Nathan better have a damn good reason for not showing up.

"Sure thing boss!" That always put a smile on her face. Her tires squealed as she pulled out of the parking lot. Racing towards the pre-school hoping that she could get there in time.

"Hi babies!" Deborah cooed as she held out her arms to them. Her eyes were lit with joy at her twins' smiling faces as they ran into her arms. "I'm so sorry about this. Their father was supposed to be here," she said apologetically, her hands brushed her children's hair as they hugged her legs.

"Maybe there was some miscommunication?!" The pre-school teacher said staring hard at Deborah.

"What do you mean?" Deborah asked, confused.

"You're husband called around noon saying that you were the one that would be picking them up today."

"No... today is Nathan's day off. He always picks them up on his day off. Plus he never called me," Deborah said, scanning through her phone making sure she didn't miss her husband's call. Nope. Not a thing on her call log.

"Well, just don't let it happen again or I'll..."

"Or you'll what?" Deborah hissed as she narrowed her eyes at the woman. Holding her children close to her, seeing that twenty-four-year-old's eyes moving down the tattooed sleeve of her left arm. Feeling the woman's judgmental mind pressing in on her.

"Or you can find another preschool."

"I just might do that," Deborah said, over her shoulder as she ushered her children to the car. "Who's ready to go home!" she said, as she buckled her kids into their car seats. Smiling warmly at her daughter's giggle as Deborah tickled her stomach. "Bitch!" Deborah muttered low as she walked around the front of her car.

'What the fuck' Deborah mouthed as she slowly pulled to a stop in front of their home. Seeing her husband's truck, and a sleek black sedan sitting in their driveway. "If he was home why couldn't he pick up Ben and Lisa?" she asked herself. Putting her car into park, rolling down the windows, she had a bad feeling about this; and she didn't want the kids caught in the middle. "Ben, Lisa, stay right here, mama will be right back," Deborah said, in a warm motherly tone.

"O'kay!" They said in that ever so chipper tone that all kids seem to have.

Her heart was racing as she stepped foot into her home. Her fingers twitched as she moved towards their bedroom. Her anger flaring as she heard another woman's giggle coming from it. Pulling out her phone, opening up the camera. She wanted this recorded. If this is what she thinks is going on then she wanted the evidence for the courts.

How she wanted to throw up as she watched her husband pumping away at the woman he was screwing. Snapping a couple of pictures, then turning on the video recorder.

"Oh yeah, so much tighter then my wife!" Nathan grunted as he plowed away at the woman beneath him.

"Yeah, I bet I am," the woman giggled, "now come on big boy and fuck me!"

"Yeah, Nat, fuck her, fuck her good," Deborah sneered hatefully.

"Deb!" Nathan shouted in shock. "What are you doing here!" he asked nervously, as he scooted towards the edge of the bed to put as much distance between his wife and himself.

"What am I doing?! What am I doing?! You ask, well for your information I had to leave work to pick up our KIDS you lying sack of shit!"

"Deb this isn't what it looks like," Nathan said, holding up his hands.

"Oh, it seems to me you're fucking this whore in my bed, that's what it looks like!" Deborah said, holding up her phone playing the video.

"Hey!"

"Shut the fuck up bitch!" Deborah snapped.

"You can't talk to her..." Nathan didn't see his high school trophy flying at him until it was too late striking him square on the forehead knocking him out cold. Packing her bags as that woman quivered fearfully on her bed. Then packing some clothes for the children knowing they had clothes at her parents place.

"If you ever come around my kids..."

"I swear... I've never met them!" the woman said, holding her hands out before her in surrender.

"Good. If you do..." Her thought trailed off how she wanted to cut his nuts off, but Ben and Lisa needed her. "When that idiot wakes up, tell him he can expect a call from my lawyers." With that Deborah grabbed the bags, marched out the door, tossed them in the trunk and sped off from her cheating husband.

"Mom..." Deborah's lip trembled as she and the kids stood on her parents stoop.

"Oh baby!" Barbara threw her arms around her daughter. Knowing something bad had to have happened to make her strong willed daughter break down in tears. "Come inside and tell me everything."

The turbo of Nathan's deasil roared as it flew down the street two hours after Deborah had left him slumped on the floor. He wasn't about to let her walk out! He was the one that dumped everyone! That bitch was not going to keep his kids away from him!

"Deb!" Nathan yelled for his wife. Thundering towards the open garage thinking he could barrel his way into the house and take what belonged to him. Only to be stopped by the barrel of a gun. "Vlad put down the gun," Nathan said, quickly throwing up his hands. "Just give me my kids and..."

"The kids you abandoned so you can fuck that slut! Those kids!" Vlad sneered as he looked down the sight of his .40 caliber pistol.

"You don't..." Swallowing hard as Vlad closed the distance between him as his old Marine training kicked in.

"I have every right to protect my family from an egotistical, pompous ass that thinks the world revolves around his planet-sized fucking ego," Vlad snarled as the barrel of his gun was two inches away from Nathan's face. "And it seems you're a coward too," he chuckled as Nathan peed his pants. "You got two choices, you leave my daughter and my grandbabies alone, or..."

"Or?"

"I put you in the fucking ground, and trust me no one will miss you," Vlad said, with deathly undertones. "That's what I thought you chicken-shit," he spat as Nathan raced back to his truck.

"Sweetheart," Barbara called out to her husband as she stepped out into the garage.

"Hmm?"

"They can't stay here, what if he comes back and we aren't around?" Barbara asked, she would never openly admit it, but right then, she was extremely turned on.

"Good question," Vlad muttered.

"Would you think Dilan would get mad if we..."

"I don't know, I don't think he would. I mean he only uses the place a few times a year. It's not like he'll ever know," Vlad said, scratching his cheek. He knew that would be the perfect place for them to hide. He and his wife could never understand why Deborah and Dilan had a falling out, yet they kept their word on never telling her about the townhouse he had. They only went there to make sure everything was okay while he was out of the country.

"Do you think we can call him and ask?" Barbara asked, she missed her son. The few times a year he was home wasn't good enough. She wanted to hug him every day, to make sure he was safe.

"Doubtful. You know he's on assignment," Vlad said, matter-of-factly. Dilan had told him why he was going undercover; his son knew he could handle the stress of knowing that his son was in danger constantly. However, his wife couldn't so he hid most of the details from her.

"But this is a family emergency surely they will understand?" Barbara asked, hugging her husband tightly.

"I know baby, I know. I'm worried about him too," Vlad muttered into his wife's hair. It had been eight months since his son had gone dark. Eight months of him sitting up every night with worry that his son wasn't in some Eastern Europe ditch dead somewhere.

Budapest, Hungary. Present day...

For ten months Dilan has had to stomach these foul things that resembled human men. He had to stomach the nauseating things they showed him of what they did to underage kids. Had to keep from shooting every one of them as the group of men laughed like jackals. How he wanted to shatter that ashtray over the man's head and slice open his friends throat with the shards. Yet he couldn't, that would be mur*er, and illegal, but Dilan knew it would feel so good. Moreover, that would also blow his cover. A cover he had spent ten long months on, crisscrossing the globe as he worked for Interpol on loan from the FBI. Ever since he'd started in the sex crimes division of the FBI he's seen humanity at its worse. From sex trafficking, rapes, gang-rapes, child porn rings, like the one he has currently infiltrated. Yet none of the rings were as large as this one was. This one stretched from all corners of the globe. It was the reason he was seconded into Interpol when he stumbled onto this ring during his last case.

It had taken him eight months to learn that the center of the web was here in Budapest and another two to worm his way in. He knew in the two months he's been in the city, the creeps that dwell in the shadows called around to make sure he was one of them before he even talked to one of the core members. That was why he was there, having to endure their stink. He wished he could buy a new body knowing the taint from just being near them would never come off. Yet he needed to bite down his bile at the filth that surrounded him. He needed to get more evidence before he could report back to his headquarters and finally put an end to...

Dilan jumped from his seat as doors broke in, glass shattered. "Shit!" Dilan hissed as two flash bangs were tossed into the room. Before he could utter a word that he was with Interpol he felt two hot sheering pains before he was taken down.

"You are idiots! Do you know how long we've worked to bring down that ring!" Dilan could hear someone yelling in his drugged hazed mind. "And one of your so-called police officers shot one of our own for fucks sake!"

"Shot?!" Dilan winced in pain as he tried to move.

"Don't move Dilan," he remembered that sweet voice, "you were shot just below the stomach and in your left shoulder. The only saving grace is that they had paramedics on stand-by before they breached."

"H-how many...?!" Dilan whispered.

"All that were in the area that..."

"Then you didn't get the lieutenant," Dilan said, through blurry eyes.

"What do you mean?" He could see that her hand was moving along the pad taking down his account.

"Those that you rounded up are just small fry, disgusting small fry, still low on the totem pole."

"See! You idiots have just lost us the lead we needed!" Dilan had to agree with the bureau chief on that one.

"I was supposed to meet one of the lieutenants there today, and see if I could work my way up," Dilan said, in almost a whisper as he rested his hand on his wound. "I hope the FBI has workers comp," he joked.

"Do you think your cover was blown?" the bureau chief asked as he entered the room.

"No, I don't think so," Dilan shook his head. "I mean I did get shot by the police in front of everyone so that might save my cover... maybe even enhance it."

"Good," the chief nodded. "I'm sending you home to recover. That way we can say you escaped the hospital before the police arrived to take you into custody. As soon as you're healed and given the all clear we'll bring you back in. You've done a fine job," he said, patting Dilan's hand. "On another note, I want you to know one of the FBI's most wanted child killers was among them."

"And?"

"Went out with a hail of bullets," the chief said, matching Dilan's smile.

"Good."

"We'll inform them and of your injures and that we request your services once you're fit for duty."

"Yes sir," Dilan nodded.

"It's just not going to be the same," Katy - Dilan's handler - said with a smile as she rose from her chair. "I'll keep you updated should we learn anything from those that we have in custody."

"Thanks."

"No worries, Dilan. You rest up, and come back to us," Katy said sweetly, as she patted his foot.

An hour after they had left, men dressed in scrubs came pouring into his room. Wheeling him out of the room, he knew they were Interpol given they had the code word. Grimacing as they loaded him into an ambulance. Dilan knew they had to get him out of the city to keep the ruse that he had fled from ruining his chances at taking down that ring once and for all. Still, he was a wounded man, they could have been a little gentler.

Twelve hours later...

Dilan groaned in pain as he slid out of the back of the cab. His two bags were full of his clothing and what he had stored before he went undercover. Interpol had dropped them off when they whisked him out of the country. Taking it slow as he walked up the driveway of his townhouse he paid for so he could have a place to stay when he visited home. He just couldn't stand...

"Don't think about her Dilan, it's not good for you," he muttered as he pulled his housekeys out once he set the bag in his hand down. "What the...?!" Dilan muttered as the door closed behind him as he noted really small coats, shoes, toys scattered around his house. He began to wonder if his home had become infested with elves since he'd been gone. Leaving his bags by the door, silently pulling his service weapon from its hoister. Creeping up the stairs as he heard the shower running in the master bedroom. He wasn't about to allow some squatter to take over his home not without a fight. Tilting his head to the side when he saw a picture of himself beside his bed.

He surely wouldn't put that there. His eyes roamed down the bed, swallowing as a matching set of lavender panties and a bra sat on his bed. The covers weren't his either. "What the hell is going on here?!" He knew the only way to find out was to march into that bathroom and confront whoever was in there. "Holy...?!" His gun lowered as his eyes absorbed the naked, wet goddess before him. After so many years dreaming what she would be like naked, his mind was in heaven as her 34C breasts (having increase two cup sizes during her pregnancy), sat aloft on her chest. Those light pink areolas beckoned to him. He had no idea what she was doing but the muscle tone she had, he was impressed to say the least. Dilan couldn't stop himself; he felt his cock harden at the sight of his sister's Christmas tree style bush that adorned her mons Venus.

"Dilan!" Deborah screamed snatching her towel from the rack and quickly covering herself up. "Get the hell out!"

"Sorry! Wait! This is my house! What the hell are you doing in my shower in the first place?!" Dilan asked, through the closed door.

"Dilan I promise to tell you everything. I swear! Just let me get dressed first, okay?" Deborah said, burying her face in her towel. Embarrassed that her brother walked in on her and saw her naked. "Wait?! Did Dilan get hard? Because of me?" Shaking her head at the thought, that was impossible. "Why would he? I'm his sister after all."

"Dilan?! Dilan?!" Deborah called out as she walked down the stairs once she had donned her robe over her bra and panties.

"In my living room," Dilan said, emphasizing the word my. His hand covering his lap, he still couldn't clam himself down enough for it to go away.

Deborah took a deep breath as she saw him sitting on the couch. She wondered why his arm was in a sling. She hadn't noticed it when he was in the bathroom, her mind was just too in shock at her own brother staring at her in the nude. "So... Hi." Deborah felt like an idiot. "Who the fuck says hi after that!" she berated herself.

"Umm... hi sis," Dilan said, looking anywhere but his sister. "Why does she have to be so gorgeous?"

"Wait... is he blushing? He so is!" Deborah giggled in her head. "Okay... so..."

"Why are you here?"

"I left Nathan," Deborah said, in a cold matter-of-fact tone as she sank down at the other end of the couch. "Come on you big goof look at me," she said, nudging him with her foot unaware how her panties were showing. Arching an eyebrow when Dilan began to turn his head only to turn away from her.

"Once you cover up," Dilan said, waving to her robe.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry Dilan. I didn't know," Deborah said, snatching her robe closed. Her cheeks heating in the fact that she had flashed her brother twice in one day. "Some reunion!" she thought to herself.

"So what happened?" Dilan asked, keeping his face placid, something he's grown to master during his time in undercover. He had no wish for her to know he still was in love with her. He couldn't take her rejection again.

"I found him in bed with another woman when he was supposed to have picked up Ben and Lisa from preschool two months ago, your nephew and niece," Deborah said, when he had a blank look on his face at the mention of them. "You would know that if you called your sister some time. So anyway he went crazy right after thinking he could force his way into Mom and Dad's place," her eyes flickered down noting how his hand curled into a fist, "only to be met at the end of Dad's gun. They thought it would be best if I stayed here. I asked the neighbors if I could park my car at their place, so Nathan won't know I'm staying here. I had to put a restraining order on him when he came barging into my shop, another thing you missed since you don't call," Deborah said, with a warm smile. "He tried to manhandle me in front of everyone. He won't try that again," she said, with a devious smile.

"Why?"

"Oh, I just creamed him in the balls with a 27mm wrench," Deborah said, throwing a few punches. "Is he checking out my breasts?" she asked herself. "Nah can't be, I must being seeing things."

"So... where have you been all this time?" Deborah asked, leaning forward lightly resting her hand on his forearm. "Why don't you call me?"

"In Europe mostly," Dilan said, aloofly.

"Doing what?"

"Working for the FBI and Interpol," Dilan said, ignoring her second question.

"Really?! You're a cop..."

"Federal agent," Dilan corrected.

"Right... Got some identification Mr. Special Agent?" Deborah asked, in a teasing manner.

"In my bag," Dilan said, trying not to watch how those legs of hers looked as her robe opened as she lifted herself off his couch.

"So you going to tell me what happened to you?" Deborah asked, as she brought in his bags. Unzipping the side pocket, "Well damn, you weren't joking," she whistled as she held both of his identifications in her hand. "Where's the gun?" Deborah asked, worried about her kids safety.

"In my gun safe, of course."

"So spill," dropping the badges on top of his bags, "what's wrong with your arm?" Deborah asked, crossing her arms below her breasts.

"Got shot..."

"Oh my god, how?" Deborah gasped bolting over to the couch.

Sitting far too close to Dilan's liking, the smell of her shampoo filled his mind with thoughts that were best left buried. His heart fluttered as those eyes of hers gazed at him waiting for his answer. "I need to change my..."

"No! Tell me now!" Deborah said aggressively, her hand taking hold of his bicep. Noting how it wasn't as boney as it was when he was younger. Wondering what else about her brother had changed over the years. Her eyes moving along his face, not seeing the boy she once knew. She had gathered that much from the photos at her parent's home, yet to see it in person was another thing altogether. "Come on Dilan, we used to be so close. You know you can tell me."

"I was undercover," Dilan said, breaking his sister's gaze only to be brought back by her delicate touch.

"Okay, why were you undercover, and did anyone know in case something happened to you?"

"Dad knew. I told him not to tell anyone," Dilan said, trying not to linger on the shape of her pale pink lips.

"Why? Why? Why?"

"To keep people from talking, the people I'm after are very bad people. The lowest of the low, even most criminals despise these creeps," Dilan said, feeling his skin crawl at the amount of time he's had to spend with them.

"Okay... just who and what were you after."

"I was trying to bring down this international pedophile ring... but it went sideways as you can see," Dilan said, nodding to his shoulder. Seeing her hands flying to her mouth to contain her gasp. "We caught a lot of small fries but the ring leader and the lieutenants are still out there." Pushing himself up off the couch with his good arm. "Now I really need too..."

"I'll help you!" Deborah said, leaping off the couch. "You certainly can't change that shoulder bandage on your own," she said, snatching up his bags.

"I know I took your room, I'll move my stuff out once I get home from work," Deborah said, as they walked into Dilan's bedroom. "I just kind of have this thing going with your shower head," she joked as she placed his bags down on his bed. However, she did use it to get herself off since they came to live at his place. "I just hope you'll let me use it still."

"Sure. I'm only here for a few months."

"Define a few?" Deborah asked, arching an eyebrow.

"As soon as I'm healed and given a green light to return to duty I'll be back tracking them down."

"But... surely you have someone... Oh," Deborah muttered as her brother shook his head.

"Easier this way. No girlfriend to worry about while I'm under."

"That must be lonely Dilan," Deborah said, watching as he pulled one of the bags towards him.

"Maybe," Dilan said, while quickly added to himself. "Why do you care you are the one that called me a freak."

"Take off your shirt."

"W-what?!"

"Come on," Deborah said, trying not to roll her eyes. "How else am I going to help you, blindfolded?" she asked, chuckling lightly. She kept her surprised gasped from escaping her lips as his shirt rose over his abs. "Dilan you didn't tell me you got shot here too?!" Deborah said worryingly, as her hand rested on his left hip. Biting the inside of her cheek as her thumb brushed along his sex line. Her eyes glanced up; her hands quickly helped ease the strap of his sling over his head.

"You didn't ask," Dilan said, as his sister slid his shirt over his head.

"Well..." Puffing out her cheeks, placing her fists on her hips once she tossed his shirt onto the bed. "Are you injured anywhere else?"

"No, it's just the two holes in my body. Maybe I can play connect the dots soon," Dilan joked.

"This isn't funny Dilan, your hurt and I would never know," Deborah said, sadness filled her eyes as she looked at her brother. "You stay right there, and I'll get some antiseptic," she said, patting his right pectoral muscle. She tried to be strong, tried to hold back the tears, yet as she walked into the master bath she felt those salty droplets clinging to her eyelashes. "Why? Why doesn't he talk to me? I'm his sister?! I would be destroyed if I found out he was dead," she sobbed into her mind. Wiping the evidence away as the medicine cabinet closed. "Relax Dilan," Deborah said sweetly, when she noted how the muscles in back tensed up.

"Easy for you to say, you aren't being touched by the person you've been in love with for so long," Dilan said to himself.

"This might be a little cold, so no jumping okay. I don't want you tearing a stich," Deborah said lovingly, as she lightly pressed the sterile pad against the wound while she insured that the adhesive sides stuck to his body. "So who shot you?" she asked, as she stepped to his front. Gently peeling off his old bandage, seeing a light tinge of blood on the pad. Hoping that it would stop on its own.

"A cop," Dilan said, plainly. Looking around to his right just not at his sister.

"A cop shot you?" Deborah asked, perplexed.

"In his or her defense they didn't know I was one of the good guys."

"Is that what you meant when you said it went sideways?" Deborah asked, as she tore open a new bandage. "So... what are you going to do now?"

"Hide out. Heal. And hope my cover wasn't blown."

"And if it was? What then?" Deborah asked, as she applied some antiseptic to the pad of the bandage.

"Interpol will probably send me back to the FBI. I'm no good if word gets out that I'm a Federal agent."

"Does that mean you'll come back home if it was?" Deborah asked, her eyes flickering up as she applied the bandage.

"Worried I'll kick you out?"

"Well... maybe, Ben and Lisa love it here. It's a quiet neighborhood, they've made some friends since moving in, and I feel safer knowing that I have people looking out for me and the kids," Deborah said, wondering why he won't look at her. Why those eyes of his always dart away from hers? "You don't mind if we stay do you?"

"N... No," Dilan sighed.

"I promise we won't get in your way," Deborah said, peeling off his shoulder bandage. "Now I have to go get the kids up, and their breakfast started. You have eaten haven't you?" she asked, once she had replaced his old bandage.

"No, I'm still on Budapest time," Dilan said, offhandedly.

"Was that where you were when you got shot?" Deborah asked, knowing she was going to have to take care of his wounds. She didn't want them to get infected even if her brother huffed at the chore. At least then she knew he would have to talk to her.

"Yeah." Her eyes ran down his body as he gingerly eased his left arm into the sleeve of his shirt as she stood in the doorway of his bedroom. How it tore at her heart that her brother hid so much from her.

Dilan breathed out a tired sigh as he begun to unpack his bags. He was frozen in his tracks as he pulled open the drawer of his dresser. His mouth was dry, the kid's voices could be heard from down the hall, his breath stilled as his eyes gazed down at her sister's rather sexy underwear.

"Dilan?! What... Oh god!" Deborah rushed in quickly slamming the drawer closed as her children giggled in the doorway. "Dilan could you..." Feeling her cheeks rapidly heat as her ass pressed against the dresser. "Maybe wait till later to unpack?"

"Afraid I'll find your..." His eyes glancing down at the kids then back to his sister. "Toy?"

"Dilan!" Deborah gasped in shock. Her face burning at the first time she had seen real humor in his eyes. "I'm so not going to answer that!" she said, turning her nose up.

"I guess I'm just going to have to search my room then."

"You wouldn't dare!" Deborah huffed.

"In here," Lisa said, interrupting them as her little hand patted the bottom drawer.

"Lisa! No, don't help your uncle!" Deborah screeched as she plucked her daughter off the floor. Smiling as Lisa giggled as she held her daughter close.

"In there huh?" Dilan asked, as Ben nodded. Jerking back when a bare foot kept the drawer closed. His eyes trailed up that smooth leg, up her chest, those eyes of hers staring down at him menacingly.

"Don't make me have to hurt you little brother," Deborah warned. She so didn't need him to know that was where she kept her dildo. She had no idea how the kids knew. "You're already injured enough as it is."

"Consider me warned," Dilan said, tugging on the handles, teasing his sister. "Why does she have to be so cute when she does that?" he asked himself as Deborah puffed out her cheeks.

"That's what you get for trying to uncover a woman's unmentionables," Deborah huffed. Although a little worried when her brother winced in pain as he tried to stand. "You..."

"Give me a minute, I'll be fine," Dilan grunted through the pain.

"Okay, who wants Cheerios?" Deborah asked, lightly jostling her daughter.

"Me!" Ben and Lisa both answered

Dilan collapsed on the floor of his bedroom as the Cheerios chant filled his home. "Fuck! Fuddy Fuck!" Dilan cursed in his head. Pulling his bag off from the bed he, could feel his mind going blank due to the pain as his hand fumbled for his pill bottle.

"Dilan!" Deborah raced back up the stairs. A look of horror played across her face as her brother's face had an ashen look to it. "What's wrong...?!"

"Pain... bottle," Dilan wheezed as he tried not to black out. Deborah dug franticly through his bag looking for it. The pills jostled in the plastic container as she fumbled to open it. Watching as her brother swallowed two of them without any trouble.

"Mama is he..."

"Don't worry baby, your uncle will be just fine," Deborah reassured them, as Lisa and Ben stood in the doorway. She sure did hope so.

"I don't know... I did just get shot," Dilan mumbled as he rested his head against his bed.

"What do you mean, they couldn't have released you if this just happened?!"

"Had to keep my cover, had to be whisked out of Europe. Had to..."

"Dilan!" Her hand flew to his neck, sighing when she felt his pulse. "Don't you ever do that to me again!" Deborah whispered as she pressed her forehead against his temple. "Don't you dare scare your sister like that again," she murmured as her hand gently stroked her brother's passed out face.

"Mommy... Is he going to be okay?" Ben asked, in that child-like voice.

"Yes baby, he's just sleeping right now. You're uncle has had a very long day," Deborah said, wiping her cheeks.

"He sleeps on the floor?! Can I?" Ben asked, tilting his head.

"Of course, you can't, you little bogger!" Deborah said, chasing her son out of the room.

Dilan's eyes fluttered open after forty-five minutes. He saw a shadowy figure in his doorway. His hand instinctively reached for his gun.

"Barbara!" Vlad called out as he hurried to his son's side. "I heard; did you complete your mission?" he whispered as he heard his wife's footsteps.

"No... failed. Sometimes the good guys are idiots," Dilan muttered.

"Sometimes they are," Vlad agreed. "Can you stand?"

"I think so," Dilan muttered. Biting down his pain as his father helped him to stand.

"Dilan! Oh my god what happened to you?!" Barbara asked, as she ran into the room.

"Got shot... Ow, ow, ow," Dilan hissed as his mother hug him hard. "Mom!" he gasped as she slapped him.

"Don't you ever, ever, ever make me worry like that ever again!" Barbara nearly shouted as tears of happiness were in her eyes.

"I'm a wounded man here..."

"What you get for making us all worried," Deborah said, smirking over the rim of her coffee mug.

"Traitor," Dilan grumbled at his sister as his mother led him out of the room.

"Now you sit right there, and you tell your mother why and how you got shot, while I make you something to eat," Barbara said sternly, as she pushed her son into the kitchen chair once they'd all entered it. Ben and Lisa were in the living room watching TV before they went off to preschool. "I wish we could burn those disgusting pigs at the stake!" she spat as she whipped up some quick eggs for her son. "I told you this would happen when you took that job at the FBI, didn't I?!" Barbara stated as her right hand rested on her hip as the egg covered fork pointed at him in her other hand.

"Yes Mom," Dilan said, trying not to roll his eyes.

"Don't you take that tone young man. I'll put you over my knee and give you a few pops," Barbara said, with a half-smile. "So tell me baby," she said, placing his plate before him once his eggs were done. "How long are you staying this time?"

"Until I heal, go through the evaluation at the bureau, so about a couple of months," Dilan said, scooping up some eggs onto his fork. He didn't have an appetite, yet he knew if he ate some his mother would be somewhat happy.

"So when are you going to give me grandbabies?" Barbara asked, with a mischievous light. Smiling as Dilan choked on his food.

"Mom!"

"What?!" Barbara said, innocently.

"Can we not talk about that?" Dilan whispered.

"You're twenty-eight Dilan you aren't getting any younger. It's time for you to settle down and start a family," Barbara said, nodding her head like that was the end of the conversation.

"You must of have dated while you were over there?" Deborah asked, joining in on her brother's discomfort.

"Yeah..."

"So then there must be someone that caught your fancy," Deborah said, smirking into her cup.

"No, not one," Dilan muttered.

"Why not?" Barbara asked, glad for the backup. Vlad normally just sat back and silently laughed as she pestered her son about his love life.

"Mom! Come on, please just let it go," Dilan pleaded.

"Nope. Not happening Dilan, I've lost ten years with you and I want to know everything," Deborah said, sitting up straighter in her chair nodding to her mother.

"Dad?!"

"Don't get me involved in this," Vlad said, with a twinkle in his eye.

"So spill little brother," Deborah said, poking his arm with her fingernail, "why haven't you gotten married yet?"

"Because the woman I love doesn't want me alright! Happy now!" Dilan shouted tossing down his napkin onto his plate tired of being asked the same damn question over and over again whenever he was in town.

"Dilan! Come back!" Deborah called to him as he stormed off. "Why did his eyes glance to me when he said the word love?" she asked herself. "Surely he couldn't be talking about me could he?" Sinking back into her chair trying to remember something that her mind simply didn't have access too. Pondering when or if her brother told her that he loved her. Racking her brain until some of her drunken memory flared to life. All she could recollect was the word freak and the look on her brother's face. At the time she was hammered but knew how to keep from showing it, and she was a crude bitch when she was drunk. How she wished she could remember the rest of that night.

"Deborah!" Dilan yelled angrily as he stood in his empty garage.

"Oh shit!" Deborah quickly set down her mug and got to her feet.

"What the hell did you do to my car?!" Dilan growled as he stormed back into the kitchen.

"Don't get mad, I had it towed to my garage," Deborah said, with everything going on she totally forgot about fixing up his Mustang.

"Why?" Dilan asked, trying to keep his temper in check. He knew it needed work; the clutch needed to be replaced. A tune up, and he had bought the racing parts not that he would just so he could get every ounce of power he could from that 5.0.​