Incest/Taboo Love Eternal

"Well..." Chuckling nervously as her brother's eyes bored into her. "I thought if I worked on your car for you that would cover Ben and Lisa staying here if you ever came home. Plus I saw some of the work you were planning to do, you would need a garage anyway. So I thought why not mine. I am a certified machinic after all," Deborah said, lightly punching her brother on his right shoulder.

"Is it ready?" Dilan asked, trying not to picture how hot his sister would look covered in grease.

"Pretty much," Deborah said, blushing a little when those eyes finally looked at her. She hoped it was her mind playing tricks on her, yet there was no mistaking there was something within them when he gazed at her. "Surely, my own brother can't see me like that, could he?" she asked herself. If that was true she needed time to think on it. Nathan's infidelity had kind of put her off of men since she found him in bed poking the weather girl. "But..."

"But?" Dilan asked, arching an eyebrow.

"With the way your arm is I think I need to drive you," Deborah said, with a broad grin.

"You're kidding right?" Dilan asked. He didn't know if he could keep his feelings or what affect his sister's presence had on him hidden if they were around each other for that long. "What about..."

"I could use a few days off," Deborah said, shrugging her shoulders.

"You just want to drive it don't you?"

"Duh! I mean that's a fucking... sorry Mom... sexy car!" Deborah giggled.

"Don't worry dear," Barbara chuckled as she and Vlad rose from their seats. "We'll take the kids to preschool, want us to keep them for the night?"

"If you don't mind, it'll give me time to get the house sorted," Deborah said, hugging her mother.

"I don't see why. Just sleep in the same bed, Dilan is injured after all. He's going to need someone close," Barbara said, with a teasing smile. She and her husband chuckled loudly at their stunned faces. "You kids have fun," she called out as she and Vlad ushered out Ben and Lisa.

"That was crazy right?!" Deborah said, bashfully. Noting how red Dilan's face was.

"Yeah... can we get my car now?" Dilan asked, rubbing the back of his head. Trying not to think of how it would feel if she shared his bed.

"Well now, what are we going to do about that?" Deborah asked herself when she glanced down noting her brother's bulge when he was looking away. "I guess since we'll be alone we might as well talk about the elephant in the room."

"Sure, let me grab my keys," Deborah said, hiding behind the corner. She had to know, and she doubted Dilan would tell her the truth if he's hidden it this long. Listening as the first floor half bathroom door closed. Stepping lightly up to it, she didn't need her keys they were already in her pocket when she got dressed while Dilan was passed out. Pressing her ear to the door, her hand covering her mouth as she listened on.

"Damn it, way does she always have to be so beautiful!" Her eyes darted side to side as she listened on. "Why can't I stop thinking about her? Why do you always get hard when she's around?" Deborah found this all quite odd for masturbation material. "But did you see how gorgeous she was coming out of the shower?"

"Oh my..." Deborah whispered.

"How her breasts were just perfect, her nipples beckoning me... The way her legs drew my eye to that perfect little splendid wonder."

Deborah quickly backed away. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Sinking onto the step of the stairs, did her own brother want her like that? Was it simply just a dream, or did he want something more? Ever since Nathan she's been self-conscious about her own body. Thinking that since giving birth to Ben and Lisa her looks had faded somewhat and that was why Nathan did what he did. "Holy?!" Deborah muttered as she peered into her t-shirt having to insure herself that her nipples indeed were hard. Her head snapped up as a memory flashed before her eyes. "Oh my god!" Her hands flew to her mouth when she did finally remember her brother confessing his love for her. Hanging her head as her words rang in her mind. "Why would he love me? Me of all people? The one that stomped on it, threw it way and called my own brother such a horrible name," she wept in her mind. "I'm not worth it. I'm not worthy of his love." Shaking her head as her hands covered her face.

"Hey..." Jumping as his hand lightly touched her forearm. "You okay?" Dilan asked concerned, seeing the tears.

Her body trembled at the soft touch of his thumb along her cheek. In all her years of marriage she'd never felt such love in a simple touch like she did at that moment. Nathan never had that look in his eyes either. How could she be such a fool and not see it?

"Y-yes..." Gathering herself, wiping her cheeks, "It's all just finally hitting me, you know?" Deborah lied.

"Yeah, sometimes that can happen," Dilan nodded.

"Well... umm... you ready?" Deborah asked, her eyes glanced away then back to her brother. Wondering why he would be in love with her after she tore out his heart.

"You sure you're alright?" Dilan asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yep, you know me, can't keep this..." Deborah gasped in surprise as her brother through his arm around her waist pulling her against him. Feeling her own wrapping around his body, nuzzling into his neck as she returned his hug.

"It'll be okay sis," Dilan said, gently rubbing her back. "You don't have to be strong all the time, you know?"

"Oh my god, that is so fucking sweet," Deborah said to herself. "Why couldn't Nathan be my brother and I could be married to Dilan? Why does life have be so damn complicated?!"

"Here it is," Deborah said, revealing his '69 Ford Mustang to him as it sat in bay one of her garage. She had to have it towed to it since she couldn't find the keys for it in his house. "That little sneak," she mused in her mind as his set of keys dangled in his right hand. "Before you start it up I want to show you all the mods I - personally - installed," Deborah said, quickly walking over to the car. Opening the door, something she was grateful that he never locked it when it was in his own garage then she would have to shimmy it open. Something she didn't want to do to such a beautiful car. Popping the hood, noticing how her men had stopped to watch as Dilan walked into the bay. They, like her, wanted to hear this sweet pony purr. Wanted to hear the rumble of the exhaust in their chests. The power of that rebuilt 5.0 liter engine which she had painstakingly gone through, piece by piece, to make sure she got every ounce of horsepower out of it.

"See here?" Pointing at the carburetor, "I rebuilt this and fine-tuned it so it's not spitting out gas from the exhaust when you mash down on it," Deborah said, with a little pride in her eyes. "I used those spark plugs you had laying out. Not a bad choice with the Iridium set, not something I would use, but this is your baby, not mine," she said, flashing him a smile as he nodded along. "I rebuilt the engine added better oil rings, value covers, timing chain, had to tweak it just a little. Put on the headers you had at your place," pointing down at the new chrome headers, "but in doing so we had to do away with the old exhaust," Deborah said, nodding to Mark once she closed the hood.

"Plus your old Flowmaster was pretty rusty so I thought why not just put in a whole new one," Deborah said, as the Mustang began to lift off the ground.

"What pipe you using?" Dilan asked, as he stepped underneath the car.

"Had to go to three inch due to your exhaust headers, but as you can see here," Deborah said, her finger trailing down the pipe before it branched off. "Separates into these two Flowmaster 44s, and chrome tips pointed at the ground off course, I know how you like to piss off the neighbors," she said, loving the look of that smile of his face. "Then I replaced the old rotors, they were kind of pitted. Beefed up your brakes so they can handle the extra power this baby has, new tires, a fresh coat of wax, this beauty is almost like new," Deborah said, as they watched the tail end of the Mustang lowering before them. "So..." Her eyes widened as he held up his keys. "You sure?!" she asked, trying to contained your obvious excitement.

"You did do the work sis, plus if it blows up you owe me a new car," Dilan said, with a playful smirk.

"Deal?!" Deborah said, snatching the keys from his hand. "I noticed you had the interior redone," she said, as she wiggled her ass into the hand tooled leather.

"Like it?" Dilan asked, with an approving smile.

"Mmmhmm," Deborah nodded. "God, who knew a car seat could feel so good on your ass," she said to herself. Blowing out a breath knowing that this was the moment of truth. Pressing in the clutch, moving the shifter to neutral, giving it a little gas, inserting the key praying that all the seals held since they couldn't test the engine without hotwiring it. Biting her lip as the engine started like it was born to do. It wasn't all that she noticed as the vibrations traveled up her canal teasing her womb as the car idled.

"Rev it a little," Dilan said, gently tapping his sister's shoulder.

"Just listen to that purr man," Greg said, with a broad smile as Dilan walked towards the rear of the car.

"Again,' Dilan ordered and his sister who in kind gave that pedal a two small pumps.

"If you ever want to sell it..."

"Not on your life," Dilan said, knowing how he's been asked numerous times for the title of his car.

"So?"

"Very nice," Dilan admitted.

"I do good work huh?" Deborah asked, waiting for her praise.

"I'd say."

"You mind waiting, I want to give this girl an oil change and make sure there're no leaks since we couldn't do that when someone had the keys," Deborah said, with a teasing smirk.

"Sure, not like I can drive any way," Dilan shot back.

"Good, boys! Take this girl up," Deborah ordered. "Come on, you can help me take the car seats out while we wait," she said, her eyes sparkling at the thought of driving that car around town.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Dilan asked, taking a dry swallow as his sister leaned in. Her perfume filled his nostrils as those eyes stared into his, her lips ever so tantalizingly close. How he just wanted to taste them, to feel their embrace against his that's taunted his mind since he'd hit puberty.

"Mmmhmm," Deborah hummed. "So... what did you think of Ben and Lisa?" she asked, as they walked out to her car.

"Seems you turned into a fine mom," Dilan said, holding the rear door open. Trying not to look how her ass looked as she was bent over.

"Thanks," her voice echoed in the car, "it's been hard since... well you know," Deborah said, feeling her cheeks heat as she slid the seatbelt out from the slot of the car seat.

"I can imagine," Dilan said, wondering if she knew how good her ass looked in those jeans. "Stop it Dilan. She doesn't want you. She never will," he said to himself.

"Here hold this," Deborah said, handing him the car seat. She had noticed how his eyes were on her back side when she slyly peered over her shoulder. She had to see if he indeed wanted her like that. That was why she was bent over as she was. Deborah didn't know why but she found it flattering that her ass could still draw a man's eye even if it was her own brother's. Watching how his eyes glanced down as she lightly brushed her index finger along the back of his hand before she went to retrieve the other car seat. "Mark there isn't a car in bay four right?" Deborah asked, as she sat Lisa's car seat at the entrance to bay one.

"Yeah," Mark said, as he shone the light up into the engine compartment looking for any leaks as the oil drained. "Why?"

"I'm going to pull my car in there, so that ass doesn't do something stupid while I drive this one around until his shoulder heals enough so he can drive on his own," Deborah said, gesturing to her brother.

"Ah," Mark said, a smile forming on his face when they all watched as Nathan rolled around on the ground. "We'll keep an eye on it and one out for him."

With her car hidden from her soon-to-be ex-husband's eyes. Deborah stood beside her brother as they watched as Greg poured in the new oil. "I went with synthetic," she whispered as she leaned into her brother. "Better protection for your engine, and lasts longer," Deborah stated.

"I know," Dilan said, with a knowing smile.

"Well, would you look at that Mr. Special Agent knows something," Deborah lightly giggled. She remembered that eye roll, seems not everything was gone from the boy she once knew.

"I'm full of secrets," Dilan muttered as they fired up his Mustang before cutting it off again. Checking the oil level and seeing if there was a leak at the filter and the plug.

"So shall we go and take that baby for a ride?" Deborah asked, once Mark gave her a nod.

"Sure, been a while since I've taken her out."

"Good," Deborah said, she couldn't wait to feel that speed. Helping her brother slide into the bucket seats so he didn't tear a stitch on his stomach wound. Lowering her purse to the floor behind Dilan as she slid into the driver's seat.

"You be easy on my car," Dilan warned in that brotherly manner.

"Or what?" Deborah called his bluff as she gave the engine a couple of revs as they sat at the exit to her business. "You'll kiss me?" she asked, puckering her lips as she looked at him. She's forgotten when the last time was she made anyone blush liked her brother was at that moment. Smirking as she peeled out leaving a hundred foot dark line of rubber as she shot down the street.

"Little sped demon aren't ya?!" Dilan said, with an amused smile.

"What can I say," Deborah shrugged her shoulders, "ever since I had to sell my bike I missed this feeling. I can't do that in that little Camry," she said, pointing to the smoke trail they had left behind.

"So... you had a bike?" Dilan asked, imagining what his sister would have looked like straddling something so large, no pun intended. "Was that when you got all the tatts?" he asked, seeing her nod.

"Yeah... I miss it. The wind in your hair, the road out before you... but can't cart around twins on a bike. So I had to step up and be a mom first, then if I'm lucky a biker second," Deborah said, looking to her left as the new model Mustang pulled up beside her.

"Don't you dare," Dilan warned once he saw that challenging nod.

"What?!" Deborah said, innocently.

"There's a cop."

"Where?!" Deborah asked, looking around wondering if her brother was pulling her leg.

"There," Dilan pointed to the alleyway across the street from them.

"How can you tell?"

"Reflection in the store's window," Dilan stated.

"We'll just see about that," Deborah said, determined to prove her brother wrong. "Shut up," she growled once they drove past it and there was indeed a patrol car siting there. "You mind if we take this on the interstate? I want to see what this car can do."

"Sure, keep it under a hundred," Dilan said, knowing his sister wouldn't listen to him.

After thirty minutes of cruising the ring that looped around the city. Listening to the hum of the engine, the feel of the vibration on her mound. Feeling it growing moister by the second. Her foot pressing down on the clutch as she shifted to sixth gear. Feeling the car's ass squatting down as the spoilers held the car on the asphalt. The rumble of the exhaust as she raced down the open lane feeling the power at her feet. How she wanted to howl in the wind, but that would wake her passenger. Slowing down, downshifting, her eyes glanced over to her brother something she couldn't do going a hundred and ten. She wondered if Dilan still talked in his sleep. Deborah could see the effect the comfort of his car's engine was having on him as they drove eventually nodding off.

"Dilan can you hear me?" Deborah asked, knowing this was underhanded but she had to know. She doubted Dilan would tell her the truth when he was awake.

"Yeah," Dilan mumbled in his sleep.

"Why did you leave ten years ago?"

"Had to get away."

"Why did you have to get away?"

"Just had to, hurt too much."

"What hurt too much?" Deborah asked, wondering if this was wise. Wondering if she indeed wanted to know the truth.

"You."

"What about me?"

"Hurt too much to see you with another man. Had to leave..." Smacking his lips and wiggling his body deeper into the seat.

Her heart was racing. No man ever seemed to feel that way about her like Dilan did. "Dilan?" Pulling off on an exit ramp, she didn't want to be driving when she asked the most important question.

"Hmm?"

"How long have you been in love with me?" Deborah asked, turning in her seat as the car sat on the shoulder of the ramp with the hazards on.

"Since I was ten, you were wearing that pretty red dress you always liked. You had these little bows in your hair. The way the sun shined on you. I knew then you had to be the most beautiful girl in the world." Her hands cupped her mouth, she couldn't believe after all this time. When she was out looking for love in all the wrong men there had been one man that loved her wholly and suffered in silence because she refused to listen in her drunken state.

"Oh Dilan," Deborah whispered. Reaching over caressing his cheek with the back of her fingers.

"I still love you; I've never stopped loving you. I had to go half way around the world to try and forget you but I couldn't. My heart knew you were the one even if my mind said otherwise..." She was going ask some more questions, but his snoring told her that the time she was able to tap into that little habit of his was over.

Her eyes darted to and fro as moisture glistened in them. Her mind racing at what she'd just heard. Could she be what her brother wanted? Could she see herself as something more than his sister? It seemed just so... convoluted. How could he love someone so stupid not to see it? Before anything she had to make sure, truly make sure that he loved her and not something his sleeping mind muttered. Then she had to make sure she could even cross that line. Deborah had already had a failed marriage, and dozens of boyfriends that treated her wrong. So what could it hurt to see where this would lead?

"Okay, little brother, you want me, I'll try to give you the woman that's worthy of such devotion," Deborah whispered as her fingertips brushed down his cheek.

"Wake up," Deborah said, gently nudging his leg. She had driven around for two hours thinking on what Dilan had said and to give him time to sleep as she parked at the spot that overlooked the hundred foot waterfall. She needed to come to terms with everything. She knew she had to get him to admit his feelings when he was awake otherwise she was sure Dilan would never tell her. Plus she had to come to terms that her own brother wanted her sexually. Deborah didn't know if she could come to terms with that, then again, given her past sex life how bad could it be? Dilan wasn't about to mistreat her, or at least she hoped he wouldn't. Peering back, gazing at her sleeping brother, then down at her own body. Wondering what it was about her that made him love her. What made him keep loving her even after her drunken rejection that he had to live with? She knew that was the reason he's never spoken of it again, and she wasn't about to hurt her brother. Not if she could help it. Could they really be together? Could they share a bed? Then she felt something as she ran her hand down her chest. Her hard nipples! If her body was aroused by the thought, the question was could she get her mind wrapped around the problem?

"What?!" Dilan sat up quickly. Unaware of when he had nodded off. "Where are we?" he asked, looking around trying to gather his surroundings.

"Home," Deborah whispered nodding to their childhood home. "God, this thing is better than a vibrator," she moaned as she cut off the engine. Smirking libidinously at her brother as he looked at her with shocked eyes and a gaping mouth.

"Pictures or it didn't happen," Dilan teased, trying to get his sister on the defensive and to cover his befuddlement.

"Mmm... maybe next time," Deborah cooed as her finger tapped against her lips. "Although I don't know if you could handle it," she said, pulling up the parking brake. "It's been so long," Deborah said, in a small, light, sinful voice as her hand ran up the brake handle like it was a cock. "I'm afraid if you saw it all nice and wet, you'd..." Her thought trailed off, giggling at her brother's heated cheeks, laughing when Dilan muttered "Not cool" as she slide out of the car.

"Mommie!" Ben shouted in joy as he bolted out of the door as his little legs carried him towards her.

"Baby!" Deborah said lovingly, as she bent forward her arms outstretched. Smiling up at her son as he giggled as she held him aloft.

"Did you get a new car?"

"No, that's your uncle's car," Deborah said, turning to look back at the car as Dilan eased himself out of it. "Do you like it?"

"It's so cool," Ben said, in awe.

"Would you like to go for a ride it?"

"Mmmhmm," Ben nodded his head vehemently.

"So Dilan, what do you say, hmm? Do you think you can take us as is?" Deborah asked, as she looked at him as her son wrapped his arms around her neck.

"Do what?!" Dilan stammered.

"Do you, Dilan McCoy, think you could love us, honor us and uphold us?"

"Sis are you feeling alright?" Dilan asked, wondering where all this was coming from. He wasn't about to put himself out there again.

"Maybe... maybe I'm finally beginning to see," Deborah said, ominously.

"Okay," Dilan said, drawing out the word.

"Dilan?! Come help me set up the grill," Vlad said, from the garage. Eager to spend some time with his son. Deborah had called around one and told them that Dilan was sleeping and that they all should have a family dinner since it's been so long since all four of them have been together in the same house.

"Okay," Dilan called back. Looking at his sister quizzically as he walked off as she rocked Ben in her arms. Her eyes never breaking contact with his.

"Mmm... would you just look at that?" Dilan's back straightened as she whistled. "That's what I like," Deborah taunted her brother as he peered back at her. Watching his face redden like mad as she licked her upper lip. Chuckling inwardly as Dilan quickly walked off. "Now let's go see your sister," Deborah cooed as she jostled Ben. "No? Why not?" she asked, as he shook his head with a smile.

"I don't wanna!"

"Too bad," Deborah said, sticking her tongue out.

"Deb, what's on your mind?" Barbara asked, as she noted how her daughter stared out the window as Vlad and Dilan puttered around the grill.

"Just thinking?" Deborah sighed as her children's favorite kid's show came on. She knew they would be glued to it and dead to the world while it was on. Her eyes moving down Dilan's body as he babied his left side as he handed their father the wire brush. She could see the pain in his eyes, yet he didn't voice it. Deborah wondered just when her brother had gotten so tough.

"What about?" Barbara asked, moving up to her daughter's side. She's known for a long time Dilan's feelings for Deborah, as did Vlad, what kind of parent(s) didn't know that about their own children? At first she thought it was just cute, then she got a little worried as he grew older, yet he never tried to force himself on his sister. Always there for her when she would come home crying from a date and yet always silent, always in the background. The day after Dilan left home she put it all together, that Deborah had turned him down and he could no longer stand the rejection. How she wanted to comfort her baby but knew that would only make Dilan sink deeper into his shell. So she kept silent hoping that he would find someone when he was in Europe, to which he never did. This morning it only confirmed her suspicion that he was still in love with her.

"Something that I just learned about..."

"Took you long enough, for being so smart in running that business you can be pretty stupid sometimes," Barbara said, wearing a motherly smile.

"You knew that Dilan...?!"

"Has been in love with you all this time? Of course, why do you think I told you two to sleep in the same bed?" Barbara asked, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"But Mom..." Lowering her voice, "that's incest, why would you be okay with that?" Deborah asked, not letting on that she had already been having those thoughts about her brother.

"So? You're father and I are first cousins why do you think you've never seen any other relatives around?"

"Do what?!"

"That's right, we fell in love, built this home, this life, and raised two very beautiful children. So what if your brother is in love with you? Do you see him as just your brother or something more now?" Barbara asked, planting her seed.

"I don't know Mom it's just..." Deborah's mind was racing at the revelation of her family's history. Just what else were her parents hiding from them?

"Baby," placing her hand lightly on Deborah's upper arm, "tell me, after everything, every man you've dated, and married, who's always been there for you when you needed it?"

"Dilan..."

"Who was it that always came to you, asking questions about such and such that an older, wiser, big sister would know the answers to just to spend time with her?"

"Dilan... My god I am an idiot," Deborah sighed hanging her head.

"Well... It's not too late to correct your mistake," Barbara said, pointing out the window at her son.

"Why are you pushing me towards this?" Deborah asked, looking over to her mother.

"Alright, I do have selfish reasons for this," Barbara admitted. "I want my baby home. I want to see his smile every day, to hear his laughter in this house again. When Ben gets older you'll understand, but every night when I go to bed, fear holds sway over my heart knowing my baby is out there, dealing with things that shouldn't be called human, always in danger. Now look at him, I fear one of these days I'm going to get a call telling me Dilan's dead somewhere," she said, her lip trembling. "But if you don't feel that way, I understand, then Dilan will continually put himself in danger. I'm not asking you to do this. That would be wrong as a mother, I'm asking you to try to see if you can love your brother like he's loved you when you were too blind to see," Barbara said, gently caressing her daughter's cheek.

"Well..." Studying her brother, she finally had to admit she did feel an attraction to him. She had buried it thinking it was wrong. Yet now, if her mother, and she could only assume her father, were willing to accept their relationship. Why not try? What more could she lose? "He is cute."

"Isn't he, you'd be surprised what he has in those pants," Barbara giggled. "I think you'll be happier than what you had with Nathan."

"Mom, you didn't?"

"What?! No. I simply looked one morning, and he had this nice, little tent going on," Barbara said, her tongue licked the corner of her mouth. "Okay, maybe I did suck him off, but he never knew," she said, with a devilish grin.

"You didn't!"

"I did, it just begged for it," Barbara said, before turning to head back to the kitchen.

Quickly hurrying after her mother, "What did you mean about Nathan?" Deborah asked, keeping her voice below a whisper.

"Oh... him," Barbara scowled, "well, it was about, oh, a few months after Dilan left," she said, tilting her head back. "You and he came here to spend the weekend with us. One night I was up late doing something... well I was waiting for Dilan's call. But he never did, didn't find out until later that he fell asleep on his text book, so I was walking towards my bedroom and what do you know he walks out of the bathroom nude with a hard-on to boot."

"What did you do?" Deborah asked, really wishing she had driven that wrench harder into his crotch.

"I laughed in his face when he said any time I wanted a ride. I told him that toothpick of a dick doesn't compare to the men of my family," Barbara said, her hand beating against the counter as she laughed. "You're father got a kick out of it too!"

"What did Dad do?"

"Punched him of course, no one makes a move on his woman, unless he's okay with it," Barbara said, winking at her daughter.

"And you think Dilan would be better..."

"Honey, I know Dilan would be better in all the right places compared to Nathan," Barbara said, with a devious light in her eyes.

"Okay... how big?"

"Hmm... not as long as your father, a tad smaller, but just as thick... so I'd say somewhere around seven or seven a half inches," Barbara muttered.

"Barbara get the first aid kit!" Vlad yelled as he opened the door. "And the suture kit! Don't worry Dilan, I got you son," he said, lowering his son into the kitchen chair.

Deborah gasped as Dilan held his stomach red blotches spread around it, and on his shoulder. Nearly leaping onto the counter as her mother bolted by her. "What happened?"

"Seems I popped a stitch or two somewhere," Dilan muttered.

"Deb help your brother to get his shirt off while I scrub my hands," Vlad said, forcibly.

"Wouldn't going to the hospital be better?"

"No time, I was a medic dear. I can stitch a hole just as good as the next nurse can," Vlad said, lathering up his hands and forearms.

"Go watch the kids, Deborah," Barbara said, pushing her daughter out of the way once Dilan's shirt was off.

"But..."

"Don't worry, baby, we got this handled," Barbara said, reassuringly. She had Vlad train her when Dilan told them his decision to join the FBI, she prayed never to have a need to use it. However, she was glad he did.

"Who did this garbage?!" Vlad growled at the sight of the sutures once Barbara had cleaned his shoulder wound. "I'm going to have to redo these or you'll bleed out," he said, glancing up at his son.

"Do it," Dilan nodded.

"Barb, get the vodka," Vlad said, looking over to his wife as he was in the middle of popping the haphazard suture. Glancing out the corner of his eye as his daughter rushed in.

"I'm here Dilan," Deborah said, kneeling down at his right side. Her hands held his as her mother pressed the shot glass to his lips. She was surprised, to say the least, that her brother didn't hesitate to down that shot and the next one too.

"Mo..."

"Go back and watch your show baby. You don't need to see this," Deborah said sternly, as Ben and Lisa stood in the doorway.

"But..."

"Go!" She didn't mean to yell. She'd just never seen her brother this hurt before.

"I didn't know you cared," Dilan said, softly.

"Of course, I care you big goof," Deborah said, noting how her father was sanitizing the curved needle. "You would know that if you called your sister sometime, or hadn't run off that night," pulling his gaze back to her to keep his focus on her as their father prepared to start, "Did you know I worried everyday about you? I wondered where you went to? Why you never called me? Inquired about Ben or Lisa," she said, squeezing his hand as Dilan hissed. "Tell me Dilan, I'm right here. I'm not going to run. Tell me why?"

"Go on, tell her," Barbara said, lightly nudging his left shoulder.

"I..."

"Yes?" Deborah inched closer to the chair. "I know you were hurt by my words when we were younger. I was a stupid, drunk, foolish girl. I'm not that any more. My babies needed me to grow up. So you tell me everything that you've kept buried."

"You want to do this here?" Dilan asked, through the pain.

"Yes," Deborah nodded, "You can't run this time," she said, with a coy smirk. She needed him to say the words. Needed to hear the emotions in his words. Had to know if they were whole or as hollow as Nathan's were. "Are you in love with me?"

"Yes, for so, so long," Dilan whispered.

Her eyes searched his, seeing the truth within them. Whenever Nathan said he did, he never had that luster, that spark she saw in her brother's eyes as he looked at her. "For how long Dilan."

"Since I was ten."

"What did I do to make you fall in love with me?" Deborah asked, it was one of the questions she'd wanted to ask while they sat on the shoulder of the exit ramp.

"Nothing," Dilan said, plainly.

"Nothing?! I don't..."

"You were just you, sis. Every day, every minute, you were true to yourself always," Dilan said, his index finger pointed at her heart. "Even if it wasn't with me."

"Is that why you left?"

"One down," Vlad muttered. "Barb see to the stomach while I prepare for the next suture," he ordered. Moving hurriedly to the sink washing the needle in hot water and soap then in rubbing alcohol to insure that he wasn't transmitting bacteria to another wound in case his shoulder was infected. He didn't see signs of one, yet he wasn't about to take a chance with his son.

"Yes." Dilan glanced down as his sister pressed his hand against her chest.

"Why?" She already knew but she had to get him to admit it openly.

"I grew tired of seeing you with the wrong men. When I knew they didn't love you like I do."

"Is that why you didn't come to the wedding?"

"I was afraid I'd do something that would make you mad at me. I could never do that to you. So I stayed away, hoping the distance would loosen the hold you have on my heart," Dilan said, feeling his heart racing.

"Did it?" Deborah asked, feeling him squeeze hard when her father began to work on re-suturing his stomach wound.

"No..."

"Didn't you try to date?"

"I did but..."

"But?"

"They weren't you sis, they tried but I knew the relationship was doomed to fail, because I'm in love with another woman who never noticed me."

"I'm noticing you now. I'm here, right here, not running away from you, and what I said that night. I was wrong. How I wish I had really listened. It would have saved me so much time in finding out the truth," Deborah said, leaning forward, pressing the back of his hand against her chest as her left hand ran along the back of the chair. "So little brother can you live with your foolish sister? Can you share your life with me, Ben, and Lisa? They're going to need a good man, a good role model in their lives that obviously their father can never fill."

"I don't know sis," Dilan said, glancing down. Seeing his father snipping the end of the suture before his mother pushed him forward.

"It's okay Dilan, take your time. You've earned the right to decide on whether or not to move forward with this," Deborah said, moving in front of him as her parents worked quickly. "But you want to know something?" she whispered into his ear.

"Hmm?"

"When you walked in on me naked after the shower. The way you stared at my body. How your eyes gazed at my breasts..." Deborah purred heatedly in his ear. Her index finger hooked her collar pulling it forward. "Do you really think they're perfect?" she asked, knowing that she was giving herself away.

"Oh my..." She heard him gasp as he peered down at the tops of his sister's breasts.

"Tell me if I would have asked you to suck gently on them, would you?" Deborah asked, feeling him nod. Then suddenly she felt dead weight on her chest.

"Don't worry he's just passed out," Vlad said, knowing it would most likely be due to the pain and the blood loss. Knowing his son must have been in extreme pain, if he didn't have to keep his cover he would have taken his son straight to the hospital when they saw him that morning. Yet being the good little Marine that he was, he understood the mission came before one's own wellbeing.

"Come on sleepy head." Dilan felt a nudge on his shoulder. "You can't sleep all night. Maybe if I sucked you off you'd wake up." Dilan's eyes instantly snapped open. "Thought that would work," Deborah giggled.

"What time is it?" Dilan asked, feeling weak, and lightheaded. Feeling his cheeks blush as his sister gazed down at him.

"Around four in the afternoon. Dad said, whoever did your sutures should have their license pulled for the crap job they did. He said the sutures you have now should dissolve on their own when its time," Deborah said, her fingers lightly trailed along his inner right forearm. "Dilan?"

"Y-yeah?"

"D-did you truly find me gorgeous when you walked in on me?" Deborah asked, her mind starting, while slowly, to see her brother as a man that she could be with.

"You heard that?!" Dilan asked, in a groan.

"Mmmhmm," Deborah nodded. "I heard a lot of other things too. Like how this," reaching over, her hand resting on his groin, "always gets hard for me," she said, in a low sexy purr. "Can I give you something for having to deal with such a thick headed sister, would that be okay?"

"Umm... okay," Dilan stammered. His head lifted, his eyes looking down his body then up to his sister as her fingers slowly lowered the zipper of his jeans.

"Relax Dilan, I promise this won't be the last time," Deborah said softly, running her left hand up his chest as her right slipped into his pants. "Tell me Dilan, how many times have you thought about me having my hand wrapped around your cock?" she asked, as her fingers wrapped around his soft rod. Feeling it rapidly growing in her hand. A little surprised and flattered at its quick response to her touch. "Come on, you can tell me. I promise I won't laugh."

"All the time," Dilan said, his voice quivered as his sister eased his rod from the depths of his pants.

"Oh?! So then you've thought about this," Deborah cooed as her hand moved up his shaft. She had forgotten when Nathan had responded so well to her touch. "Most likely due to the whores he's been fucking?!" she hissed in her mind. "Well..." Taking a dry swallow as her brother stood proudly before her. "Mom certainly wasn't lying," Deborah said, as she held Dilan's seven and half inch cock in her hand.

"Y-yes," Dilan said, his eyes falling on his sister's breasts.

"Would you like to touch them?" Deborah asked, her eyes glancing down. Taking hold of his right hand, smiling warmly at her brother as she gradually brought his hand to rest over her right breast. "What do you think of it? They're a little bigger than you remember but that's due to my pregnancy," she said, feeling her body lightly trembling as her brother fondled her orb. "Dilan, can you forgive me? Can you forgive me for calling you that horrible name?"

"I forgave you long ago sis."

"Then..." Scooting closer, noticing how gentle he was with her orb. Wondering if this was how he was with all those other women when he tried to forget her. "Would you mind if we take this slow. I don't want to hurt you, that would be poor of me given that I ignored the man whose been in love with me for so long," she said lovingly, her hand reached out softly caressing his cheek.

"Oh shit! I'm going to... Oh my god," Dilan gasped as his sister's eyes gazed at him as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. God, it was exquisite! Feeling her tongue rolling along the meatus of his crown as she swallowed every drop of his cum.

"I never thought you'd taste so good little brother," Deborah purred as his cock left her lips. "Was it everything you imagined it would be?"

"So much better," Dilan admitted in a satisfied sigh.

"Mmm, good." Watching how her brother trembled as she placed a soft kiss on his tip. "Now to the most important part."

"Which is?' Dilan asked, sliding his wet cock back into his pants before he pushed himself up.

"Us," Deborah said, with a smile as Dilan sat next to her. "I'm not ready to get back into a serious relationship yet. Nathan really hurt me, you can understand, right?" she asked, seeing him nod. "If we are going to do this, I want to show you I can live up to the love you have for me. So I want to take this slow, okay?"​