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"Sure, I can understand that," Dilan said, wondering if he was in a dream. Wondering if he was going to wake up any minute now and this all will have evaporated before him.
"But don't think you won't be getting any more blow jobs, I want to make up for not noticing the man that's been there for me all this time before I pushed him away," Deborah said sweetly, placing her hand on his knee.
"I have to be dreaming," Dilan muttered.
"You think this is a dream?"
"Mmmhmm," Dilan nodded. His breath froze, his heart thundered in his ears as his sister leaned forward. Feeling her fingers brushing along the back of his head as they weaved through his hair. How he melted as Dilan felt the velvet softness of his sister's lips.
"Oh god damn! Who knew he could fucking kiss!" Deborah moaned in her mind as her brother's tongue rolled in her mouth just as hers mirrored his. "Damn bro," she panted as they pulled away from one another. "I don't know where you learned to kiss like that but god that was good," Deborah said, feeling heat flood her mound. "Can... can we do that again?"
"I thought that was my line," Dilan said, smirking at his sister.
"Shut up," Deborah said bashfully, pleased that she could bring a smile to those lips again. Her heart fluttered; gooseflesh raced across her skin as his fingers skimmed along her cheek. In all of the boyfriends she dated and even Nathan had never made her feel this... whatever it was that was happening between them as Dilan slowly pulled her in. Her arms rose on their own accord, wrapping themselves around his neck as she sank into that slow, deep, sinful kiss. "God, I so need to thank whoever taught him," she said to herself as she moaned into her brother's mouth approvingly.
"Now..." Deborah tried to gather herself. She couldn't believe she was so turned on by just a kiss. "If we are going to be together. I can't have you disappearing on us for months on end, doing who knows what, getting into what kind of trouble. That's not good for the kids or me for that matter," she said, in that big sisterly voice.
"What are you trying to say sis?"
"I don't mind you being in the FBI, but no more undercover work. If you want me, you have to take the kids too, we're a package deal. They're at a very precarious age where they'll need a stable man in their lives. Nathan never paid any attention to them, only when he could use them for his advantage. You know how much time he's actually spent with them, on his own just to play with his kids? Half an hour. That's how long, in all their lives, their own father has spent with them when he wasn't using them for god knows what. So, you'll have to decide if you truly want me, want us, want this relationship, or do you still want to be undercover," Deborah said lovingly, resting her hand high on his thigh.
"I see, so it's either my job or you, is that what you're saying?" Dilan asked, unsure if he liked the ultimatum. If he had to guess he'd say he could hear a little of his mother in that little exchange.
"No... I'm saying no more undercover work. It's too dangerous. I want the kids to have a dad they can look up to," Deborah said, looking deeply into her brother's eyes. She knew it was wrong to make him choose, but if he wanted her, like he had all this time, then this would be a no brainer for him.
"I don't know sis, what you're asking is a huge step."
"I know Dilan, I know. So was becoming a Mom," Deborah said, her hand gently squeezed his thigh. "You don't have to decide anything now. I'm still going to be here," she said, leaning in. "Plus, that you've got me hooked on that bed of yours. You simply can't kick me out of it if you tried, and how else am I to suck on my brother's hard cock, hmm?" Deborah purred in his ear. Smirking as she rose from her brother's old bed, moving to stand in front of him. "Give me your hand Dilan." She couldn't help it, the way her brother's fingers moved along her slit, there was something more to it than any other time it's been done to her. Was it because she knew he loved her, that this wasn't just about sex? That there was really love, true love that she had sought after for so long that it felt so... intoxicating? "Dilan just feel that heat? Feel how you've made my pussy so aroused." She stuttered as the heel of his hand pressed against her clit. "See that's the look, that's the look I've seen before," Deborah cooed as her index finger ran down the bridge of his nose. "The look of the man touching the woman he loves. You can't deny it any longer, I. Won't. Let. You," she said, lightly bopping the tip of his nose.
"Mommie!" Lisa called out.
"Now you think about what I've said," Deborah said, leaning down, her lips molded around his as she softly kissed her brother. "Mmm... I could get used to kissing you," she winked, "now I have to go play 'Mommie' now. Do come and join us, after you take care of that," Deborah said, pointing at his crotch. "Naughty," she said, over her shoulder as she caught her brother checking out her ass.
"Mommie, come watch!" Lisa said excitedly, as she pulled at her mother's hand.
"Okay, only for a little bit, then I have to help your grandmother with dinner," Deborah said, bringing her daughter into her lap. She tried to keep her gaze on the TV, yet her ears heard every step, every brush of his jeans as Dilan grew closer. She couldn't believe how that made her feel.
"Uncle Dilan!" Ben squealed as he came to a stop before Dilan. "Is that your car?!"
"The Mustang?"
"Yes?! The Mutang?!" Ben nodded vehemently.
"It sure is, why do you ask?" Dilan asked, looking down at his nephew.
"I want to see it! Can we please?!"
"No baby, Dilan needs to rest. I promise..."
"Keys," Dilan said, forcibly.
"You be careful with my baby, that includes the car too. It's my new boyfriend don't you dare scratch it," Deborah said, not showing her brother the broad smile as she held up the car keys.
"Over my cold, dead body," Dilan said, challengingly.
"I just might have to fight you then," Deborah winked at him as Dilan walked to the door with Ben's hand in his.
"Wait, I haven't seen that car in so long," Vlad said, quickly walking out of the kitchen with two beers in hand.
"Now that the men are out of the house, let's have a talk, you and I," Barbara said, startling her daughter. "You were in that room an awfully long time Deborah. What were you doing, I wonder?" she asked, with a very knowing smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about?!" Deborah said innocently, feeling her cheeks rapidly heat.
"Oh, I believe you do," Barbara said, moving her hand like she was stroking a phallus out of Lisa's sight.
"Mom?!" Deborah gasped.
"What?! Did you or didn't you?"
"I..."
"Tell the truth, you have to tell the truth. You always tell me too," Lisa said, peering up at her mother before going back to her show.
"Awe, from the mouths of babes," Barbara sighed.
"You've turned my own daughter against me," Deborah said, in false shock.
"Maybe. Maybe you've already joined the dark side and you just don't know it," Barbara said, with a wicked smile. "Now..." Turning her head as she heard Dilan's Mustang fire up. "Did you or did you not?" Poking her tongue against the side of her cheek.
"Mom?!" Deborah's face grew to a very deep red.
"What are you worried about no one's going to tell, are you my sugar plum?" Barbara asked, tickling her granddaughter's arm. "See?!" she said, when Lisa shook her head.
"Fine, yes, okay!" Deborah whispered heatedly.
"And?"
"And what?"
"Did you like that sucker?" Barbara asked, with a knowing smile.
"Yes," Deborah said, in a very low whisper.
"Did you get to the center of it?" Barbara asked, lovingly teasing her daughter so.
"God, Mom!" Deborah said, in an exasperated sigh as she stared up at the ceiling.
"Look at you getting all embarrassed," Barbara chuckled. "Well, did you like the taste, I know I sure did."
"I don't think we should be having this conversation with Lisa in the room," Deborah warned.
"Have I said anything untoward?" Barbara mused as she tapped her chin. "I don't believe I have, I simply asked if you got to the center of that very tasty sucker."
"I can't believe we're having this discussion," Deborah groaned.
"But we are," Barbara said, enjoying the teasing she was giving her daughter. "So did you?"
"Yes, okay," Deborah admitted as her hands slammed down on the cushions.
"And did you like it? Wasn't it better than you know who?"
"Yes," Deborah whispered. "God, help me, yes I enjoyed it."
"Good. So is my baby coming home?" Barbara asked, eager to see more of her son.
"I don't know, I don't want to push him into making a decision that he will come to hate me later for," Deborah said, leaning forward, placing a kiss on top of her daughter's head. "I'm still not ready for any kind of relationship..."
"I understand baby but know when you are. Your father and I will be here to support you both. Namely with date nights," Barbara said, with a twinkle in her eye.
"You got this all planned out don't you?" Deborah asked, looking over at her mother.
"Maybe," Barbara said, with a sneaky smile. She was about to say something until she heard the front door opening.
"Mommie! Mommie!" Ben shouted excitedly as he ran towards her.
"What is it baby?" Deborah asked, as Ben climbed onto the couch. Resting on his knees as his tiny hands held onto her sleeve.
"Uncle Dilan is so cool!"
"Is he now?"
"I've always been cool, you just failed to notice," Dilan said, in a teasing manner as he walked into the living room. He couldn't understand it, but whenever his sister puffed out those cheeks it was so adorable.
"Dilan come help me man the grill," Vlad said, holding a baking tray full of aluminum foil wrapped corn on the cob and potatoes ready to be set out.
"Sure." Looking down as his mother's hand wrapped around his wrist.
"You feeling better?" Barbara asked, looking up at her son.
"Better than I have been in a long time," Dilan said, glancing over at his sister. Seeing her blush as she brushed her hair behind her ear.
"That's good, I've hated seeing you so sad," Barbara said, patting his hand. "Now you go out and help your father," she said, placing a lingering kiss on the back of his hand. Her eyes glanced over at her son's groin remembering that morning. "Go to him," Barbara whispered nodding to the back yard. "I'll watch the kids."
"But..."
"No buts, go strike while the iron is hot," Barbara said, with a loving smile.
"We should go to the range some time." Deborah heard her father say as she slipped out of the back door. "Bet I can still put in a nice grouping."
"I don't know, bet I can do better," Dilan said, teasing his father.
"I might have gotten older, your old man can still put rounds on the target," Vlad said, pointing the neck of his beer bottle at his son.
Deborah stood back listening to her brother's laugh. She forgotten how it sounded, and she wasn't expecting how her body heated at the sound of it. How she wanted to hear it again. To be the cause of that laugh, to gaze at him as he did, she couldn't understand why she was feeling like she was. She thought with Nathan's infidelity that it would take ages for a man to woo her heart. Yet it seemed to her that her brother was doing so with ease without even trying.
"So, what you boys talking about out here?" Deborah asked, innocently.
"Oh... you know, swapping war stories," Vlad said, smiling and winking at his son.
"Dad, you know it's rude not to offer a lady a beer," Deborah said, all sweet-like.
"So it is," Vlad muttered, bending down opening the ice chest. "Here you go pumpkin," he said, handing her the bottle. Turning his back without a word and went to check on the pork shoulder he was smoking.
"So..." Deborah muttered as she stepped up to her brother's side as he turned the corn.
"So," Dilan stammered as his sister stood so close. His head snapped over to his sister as she squeezed his ass.
"Mmm... nice and firm," Deborah smirked from around her bottle. "Just how I like my men," she cooed.
"You know if you're going to cop a feel, I at least deserve dinner first," Dilan said low, so that his father wouldn't hear.
"Just kiss her Dilan, you've been dying to since you both been kids," Vlad said, cutting in. "All this dancing around is getting old."
"Dad you...?" His words died in his throat as his sister kissed him hard and passionately.
"Mmm... I need more," Deborah said, hungrily.
"Well... you've never kissed me like that," Barbara said, having snuck out behind her daughter with the kids in tow.
"Hey now," Vlad warned in a false aggravated tone as his wife playfully slapped his arm.
"Don't you remember when we were like that?" Barbara sighed happily as she watched her children kiss.
"We still are dear," Vlad said, squeezing his wife's ass.
"Mommie?! Why are you kissing Uncle Dilan?" Ben asked, with an upturned face. "Is he going to be our new daddy, since old daddy is mean?"
"Do you love Uncle Dilan?" Lisa asked, as she stood beside her brother. "You only kiss someone when you're in love," she said, nodding her little head.
"I can't believe you two!" Deborah gasped growing red in the face.
"Well, they do make excellent points, so do you?" Dilan asked, with a coy smirk.
"You listen here, and listen good," Deborah said, wagging her finger at her brother.
"So cute when you do that."
"What...?!" Deborah muttered losing the wind in her sails.
"That," Dilan said, poking her puffy cheeks.
"You really... think so?" Deborah asked, wondering how her brother had totally turned this around on her as her chest became flushed with heat.
"I've always thought so," Dilan nodded.
"So... do you love Uncle Dilan?" Lisa asked, once again.
"I... I..."
"Now kids, let's not push them too fast, but not a snail's pace either," Barbara giggled as her own children just stared at her like she had a second head. "I do want more grandbabies!" she said, with a mischievous light in her eyes.
"Mom!" Deborah and Dilan said in unison.
"Well, come dear, the shoulder needs another hour, that should give the potatoes time to cook," Vlad said, kissing his wife on the temple. "Don't burn the corn Dilan," he said, holding up his beer as he and Barbara reentered the house.
Deborah gazed lovingly down at her children as they laid peacefully in their beds once they had returned to Dilan's townhouse after dinner. Feeling her cheeks heating when Lisa would whisper into her ear about how much she liked her brother. Ben's laughter as it filled Dilan's car as she watched as her son vibrated in his car seat due to the rumble of the car. How Lisa held onto Dilan as he carried her in his good arm. Ben making vroom, vroom sounds as he ran around them as they walked towards the front door. She had watched how Dilan interacted with them as she watched over the grill, then when they asked Dilan to play with them once they were done with their dinner. She had also noticed how little Dilan had been eating. Deborah wondered why? Was it due to the pills he was taking, or was he still in pain? She wished she knew. Although she had brought home leftovers for all of them. Lightly placing a kiss on each one of their heads. Hoping she was making the right decision. She didn't want them growing close to Dilan only for him to suddenly disappear from their lives.
When she entered Dilan's bedroom, a soft loving smile formed on her face as Dilan had already fallen asleep. She wondered how tired he truly was, or was it the blood loss he had suffered when their father put new sutures in. Lightly lifting up the covers, biting her lip as she stared down at his boxers. Lowering it, placing a kiss on his lips before she headed off to the bathroom.
Dilan felt something warm draped along his chest as he stirred in the morning. Turning his head to the left, his Adams apple bobbed as he gazed at his sister's sleeping face. He couldn't believe he finally got to kiss her, finally got to feel what those lips of hers felt like wrapped around his cock. It felt so sublime! Better than anything he could ever dream of - which was a lot. His mouth was dry as he slowly lifted up the cover so he could sneak a peek at his sister's sleeping body.
"Oh my..." Dilan mouthed as his eyes ran down her body. Noting she had purloined one of his t-shirts to wear to bed. That, however, wasn't what held his gaze, it was the fact that his sister was bottomless.
"See something you like li'l brother?" Deborah purred causing Dilan's eyes to glance up. "Mmm... it seems something else is up," she cooed as she grasped her brother's morning wood. Smirking when Dilan softly moaned as the cloth gently brushed up and down his shaft. "Do you like the feel of my hand Dilan?"
"Mmmhmm," Dilan mumbled.
"But wouldn't my lips feel better around your cock than my hand?" Deborah asked, teasingly. Giggling lightly as his eyes widened and shot to her. "I did say, you would be getting blow jobs, did I not?" she cooed as she pushed down the covers. Rising to her knees, her light brown hair cascaded down her chest as she pulled his t-shirt over her head. "Am I still gorgeous?" Deborah asked, watching how her brother's eyes slowly ran down her body as her breasts bounced against her chest.
"Of course," Dilan said, honestly.
"Touch me Dilan," Deborah said, wantonly. Her hands covered his as he tentatively reached out his right hand. Moaning lightly as she rested it over her right breast. "How does it feel?"
"Fantastic!"
"No one's ever said that before," Deborah said, blushing.
"Then they didn't realize what they ever had," Dilan said, gently fondling his sister's orb. Rolling her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Watching how she bit her lip as he gave it a little tug. His eyes darted to his hand then to her face as Deborah slowly pushed his hand down as her legs slowly opened.
"Feel me Dilan, feel how warm I am," Deborah said, her voice shuttering as his fingertips skimmed along her labia. Tossing her head back, her muscles trembling as two of Dilan's fingers slid into her sex. Before she had found her soon-to-be ex-husband in bed with another woman they hadn't been intimate for three months due to her work load and being the only parent raising their children. When she found him cheating she had a blood test done the day after. She was glad she hadn't caught anything from that cheating ass. Gasping loudly as Dilan became the first man in five months to touch her. "Oh Dilan," Deborah whispered lustfully as his thumb gently rubbed her clitoris. Her fingers ran down her thighs as her hips rocked on his fingers. "I can't believe we're doing this, but it feels so good!" she said salaciously, as a burning hunger danced in her eyes as she peered down at him.
"Me either, god you feel so good," Dilan said, his mind secretly exploding at the feel of his sister's cunt.
"Mmmhmm, feel how tight I am Dilan," Deborah said, her breathing quickening, her hands moving up her stomach. Whimpering as she pinched her nipples as her hands cradled her breasts. "Dilan make me cum for you," she purred. "Make my pussy wet, it's been so long since I've felt the touch of a man," Deborah said wantonly, her eyes filled with hunger and love as she rode those fingers. She wanted him to see what she looked like in the throes of her orgasm. "Mmmhmm. Right there! Yes Dilan!" Her body convulsed, her breasts jiggled, her fingers twitched as her orgasmic juices flooded her canal.
Throwing her left leg of his body, making sure she didn't brush against his injured shoulder. Pulling down his underwear as the tips of her hair teased his thighs. "Look at it Dilan, look how wet you've made your sister's pussy," Deborah said, her fingers spreading her labia. "Oh fuck! Dilan!" She bit back her yelp knowing that would wake her children as her brother wrapped his mouth around her wet mound. "Oh god yes! Taste me Dilan!" Deborah hissed as her brother sucked on her clit. Her body quaking as that tongue lightly teased her labia gathering up her honey dew. Her head sank down, her lips wrapped around his stiff pole. Bobbing her head as she tasted her own brother. She could count the number of times Nathan ate her out on both hands and that was before they got married. After that, his oral game was severely lacking. Her eyes shot wide as she felt a finger penetrating her ass. "Did he know?"
"Dilan..." Deborah said, breathlessly.
"I know how you like your ass played with," Dilan said, confirming her own question.
"How?" Deborah asked, feeling her pussy growing wetter as his finger sank deeper into her anus.
"Promise you won't get mad?"
"I promise," Deborah said, through clenched teeth. Feeling her second orgasm building, she never once gave Nathan that tight little hole. His cock was too small for her to truly enjoy it. Her brother's... that was another thing altogether. She knew she would enjoy riding it all night long. Feeling his cum shooting deep into her ass. Feeling it leaking out of that chocolate starfish as it winked at him to fill it again.
"When you left your door open a hair. At the time it gave me a perfect view of your bed. I think you thought you were alone in the house. Your face was hidden in the mattress as I watched as you fucked your ass with the handle of your brush. But that was all I could see without opening the door."
"D-did you jack off... watching your sister fuck herself?" Deborah panted.
"Mmmhmm."
"Was there any other times?" Deborah asked, whimpering lightly. She wasn't ready to fuck any one yet. Still... as her eyes stared at her brother's cock. "God, I want this in my ass!" She didn't know where that thought came from, yet she couldn't disagree with it either. "Dilan? I know I've wanted to take this slow. Have you ever done anal before?"
"Here and there, why?"
"Would you mind if I stick this hard cock up my ass?" Deborah asked, it's been so long since she's came from her ass. She did want to give her brother something that not even Nathan got from her.
"O-okay," Dilan quipped. He thought she was joking, yet as he watched Deborah quickly turning her body around. He watched with wide eyes as her breasts dangled in his face as she reached into the drawer of the night stand beside him. Bringing out a bottle of K-Y Yours-Mine lube, and a wet wipe for him. Watching his sister put a few drops from the blue bottle onto the tip of his cock.
"Relax Dilan, I promise you're going to really enjoy this," Deborah said, rubbing the lube up and down his shaft. Then popping the lid of the pink bottle, squeezing a few drops onto the fingertips of her left hand, reaching behind her, rubbing it on her anus. A shuddering moan rumbled past her lips as her two fingers slipped into her ass. God. Fingering her ass above her brother was making her so hot. Taking the wet wipe from him after he had cleaned his finger, wiping the lube from her own before tossing it into the waste basket. "You just enjoy the show, and let your sister take care of you," Deborah said sweetly, as her left hand rested on his chest while her right grabbed hold of the base of his root. "Wait!" She nearly forgot to lock the door. She didn't want Ben or Lisa to come running in while Dilan's cock was lodged deep in her ass. Plus... she was feeling extra naughty.
"So it was in there!" Dilan chuckled as his sister pulled her dildo out of the drawer.
"Shut up!" Deborah said bashfully, sticking her tongue out at him. Resting the base of the dildo just before Dilan's cock so she could ride both at the same time.
"Damn sis, didn't know you..."
"I do like being DP'd every so often," Deborah said, feeling her cheeks heat. Sucking in a gasp as the head of his cock and the dildo's breached at the same time. "I haven't been... God, you feel so good," she moaned low to keep from waking her children. Listening to the lube doing its work as she inched down on her brother's cock. Feeling her dildo and her brother's cock rubbing against her wall causing her eyes to flutter as she slowly lowered and raised herself on those two phalluses. "That's it, fuck me Dilan. Fuck your sister's ass!" Deborah growled as his hands held onto her hips. Bracing herself on the bed so when Dilan raised his hips it drove the dildo deep into her pussy. In no time her cream began to coat her rubber cock as Dilan's cock glided through her ass.
"So like being stuffed in both holes huh?" Dilan smirked as he watched the elation on his sister's face.
"Mmmhmm. But I haven't been fucked in my ass in so long. God, your cock feels so good in there," Deborah moaned as she felt the tingle of the lube as his cock stretched out her ass.
"Not even...?!"
"Nah-uh. His cock was way too small. I need something big, like my li'l brother's cock fucking me," Deborah said, with a seductive smirk. Her jaw dropped; her eyes grew wide as Dilan hammered his cock into her ass. "Fuck! Yes! Fuck me Dilan, fuck my ass hard!" she howled as her mind began to go blank as both surged through her body. "I'm cumming!" Her hot nectar gushed out around the dildo painting her brother's body. Her eyes shot down as Dilan buried his cock into her ass, unloading his hot cum deep into it. "You dirty boy, cumming in your sister's ass," Deborah grinned madly as she leaned forward. "Tell me Dilan, how did it feel being inside my ass?" she asked, her lips inches away from his.
"Fucking awesome," Dilan said, with a broad grin.
"Good answer," Deborah purred before her lips claimed his. "Now come on, we both could use a shower. The kids should be up soon," she said, feeling his cock sliding out of her ass and her starfish clenching and unclenching trying to keep her brother's cum inside of her ass as she hurriedly walked to the bathroom.
One month later...
Deborah was standing over the table, the sound of Cheerios clinking in the bowl as she made her children breakfast. Dilan was now able to drive his own car without being in too much pain. Ever since that morning, she could see how good Dilan was with the kids, was with her. Every night when they went to bed she would kick herself for being such a fool. She knew she took it too fast that morning, yet she was horny, and it had been so long since she felt any kind of connection to anyone. So she gradually showed her brother what kind of girlfriend or... wife... she felt her cheeks heat at the thought of them being together like that. Ben and Lisa had already started to call Dilan dad. She knew it irked Nathan to no end when they were at the latest divorce hearing. Snickering inwardly when she saw the rage in his eyes at the amount the court was ordering him to pay in child support. Their house was to be put up for sale, she didn't want it. There was no telling how many whores Nathan had brought into it. She knew Nathan had hired a private investigator, though she had no clue why, but Dilan had noticed how they were being followed. Showing her how to lose the tail and to turn it around on whoever was in that dark sedan.
She had watched as Dilan pulled out his badge from the glovebox, her eyes cut hard to him as he pulled out his pistol. She certainly wouldn't have had her kids in the car if she knew his gun was in it. Rolling down his window, pointing his hand out of the opening telling the driver to pull over. She could tell that Dilan was getting a kick out of it as he smirked as he slid out of his seat. She certainly was enjoying how her brother's ass looked in those jeans as he walked in front of his idling car. Watching how he taped on the window as he placed his badge against it. His hand resting on his service weapon just in case. She couldn't hear all that was being said. She just saw how whomever was in the car handed Dilan something. Opening it, seeing a scowl form on his lips as he opened it. Handing it back to the driver and taking the business card from the driver before he walked back to his own car. That was when she had learned of the P.I. Since then, they have been careful with what they say out in the open at least until Dilan was certain they weren't being spied upon. However, once they were inside, how she teased, taunted, and titillated her brother.
Then fear set in as she heard the sound of a turbo diesel. The sound of wood splintering as Nathan barreled through the front door. Deborah managed to hit the panic button of Dilan's alarm panel before Nathan grabbed her by the hair and tossed her across the room by it. Curling into a ball as Nathan's foot landed squarely in her gut.
"No one leaves me," Nathan growled, "I'm the one that leaves you, you stupid fucking bitch!" His head snapped to the left then right as he heard a voice. Telling that the cops have been notified and were on their way. "You're coming with me!" he sneered as he grabbed handfuls of her hair, dragging her along the floor. Her feet kicking wildly knowing she might not live to see another day if she got into his truck. "Come on, kids. Let's take mommy for a ride," Nathan said, evilly.
Dilan as sitting at the red light waiting to turn into his housing community. His shoulder pained him after his physical therapy, yet he was glad he could actually bend down and play with the kids without being in pain now. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel wondering if Deborah would mind if he took them to the park while she went shopping. Cocking an eyebrow when he saw a teal truck barreling up the street. His eyes widening in terror as he saw his sister.
"Dilan!" Deborah screamed out the window as Nathan's tires squealed as the ass end of his truck fishtailed.
Dilan didn't hesitate as his foot pressed down on the gas pedal. His hand flying along the wheel of his car as the four hundred and sixty horses wanted to send the car spinning as he cut across traffic to catch up. His car roared as he shifted, squatting down as he threw it into third gear.
"911? What's your emergency?"
"This is Agent McCoy, badge number 553729, I'm currently in pursuit of a teal, Dodge 2500, license plate Tom Alpha Peter 3179, requesting police assistance. Be warned the driver has hostages. Requesting road blocks and spike strips," Dilan said, as calmly as he could as throwing his phone into his lap. Quickly downshifting, turning hard to the left as whoever tried to lose him. "Currently heading west on Anderson boulevard."
"Roger Agent McCoy, officers are in route to your location now."
His hand tightened on his steering wheel knowing he couldn't use the pit maneuver on such a busy street. Plus, he didn't know how the truck would react if he sent it spinning, nor did he have back up. All he could do was relay their position as they headed north on Spinner circle. Dilan swerved as the driver fired a gun out of the window to throw him off his tail. That was so not going to happen!
"Shots fired! Shots fired!"
Meanwhile inside of the truck...
"Have you lost your fucking mind Nathan!" Deborah yelled as she held on to her kids in the back.
"Shut the fuck up!"
"You can't shoot at my daddy!" Ben said, defiantly.
"I'm your father not that punk."
"That punk is an FBI agent, you idiot!" Deborah said, looking out the back window. Her heart going a hundred miles an hour, she had no idea how Dilan could remain so calm as she saw him trailing them. She was trembling so bad, but she couldn't let her kids see how scared she was. Nathan never had a gun before, so why now? What was he planning to do with it... "Oh my god, no?!" She gasped frighteningly in her mind. Holding her kids even more tightly, she wasn't about to let the bastard take her away from them. If it came down to it... she would have to... Her head shot up as she heard the hissing of tires as air rapidly left them. "No Dilan don't stop?!" Deborah cried out in her mind as her brother's car skidded to a stop as Dilan cut the Mustang hard to the left. What Deborah didn't see was the police cars that had formed a blockade before them. Her eyes were on her brother as he moved so swiftly from his car, his gun drawn as he approached the rear of the truck.
"Driver of the vehicle slowly put your hands in the air. Now slowly with one hand reach out the window and open the door," Dilan barked. "Don't make me kill you in front of your kids," he warned when Nathan acted like he was reaching for his gun. "On your knees, hands on your head," Dilan ordered as one of the uniform officers rushed to cuff Nathan as another moved to the rear of the truck.
"She's mine you hear!" Nathan screamed as two officers hauled Nathan off to one of the cars.
"Oh Dilan!" Deborah shouted tears streaming down her cheeks as she raced towards him as he approached. "I was so scared," she whispered into his chest as she held onto him.
"I know," Dilan said, gently rubbing her back. "But you stayed strong. You kept your cool, kept the kids safe that is what matters," he whispered into her ear.
"Daddy!" Ben and Lisa cried out as they ran towards him. Smirking evilly at Nathan as he glared at him from the rear of the patrol car as he held the kids in his arms. Dilan knew Nathan was going to jail for a long time. Plenty of time for him to make sure the memory of Nathan was long forgotten.
"Ma'am you're going to have to come downtown with us so we can get your statement," one of the patrol officers said from behind Deborah.
"Do I..."
"Yes, it's good to get it down while it's still fresh in your mind," Dilan said, reassuringly.
"Okay, but I want you there," Deborah said, her eyes quivering needing to rely on his strength.
"Okay, phone is in my car, call your mother to come pick up the kids," Dilan said, keeping the fact that she was his sister as private as he could. Especially with their body cams recording everything, and the way she was holding him not something a sister would do.
"Okay," leaning in kissing Dilan passionately knowing that Nathan was watching, "I'll wait for you in the car," Deborah whispered lovingly, flipping off her soon-to-be ex-husband as she did.
"Agent," the officer nodded with a coy smirk on his lips before walking off.
Dilan felt his cheeks heat at that, and the way Deborah was peering at him over her shoulder as she held the children's hands as she lead them to his Mustang. Yet the hands of fate had something else in store for that stalwart agent. A small, rectangle shaped business card that had been jostled free from its once discorded home tumbled down, fluttering in the wind, twisting and turning each and which way as it floated to the ground. Catching sight of two symbols on the card one that was known to the public as the child lover symbol that pedophiles used to identify each other, and one that he knew personally. One that no one outside of Interpol would know. A symbol he had chased for ten long months. Walking over to it, calling for one of the officers to bring him a glove and an evidence bag. He couldn't touch it. He couldn't dare contaminate the card. If he was lucky their might be fingerprints left on it... or better yet DNA.
"I want this truck impounded and stripped and searched for anything and everything!" Dilan ordered as he sealed the evidence bag.
Twenty minutes later his mother along with his father came screeching to a halt. Vlad's burly body marched towards his son's car a look that told Dilan he wanted to Nathan's head.
"Where is he, where's the bastard!" Vlad growled. "I going..."
"Dad stop before you say anything more," Dilan warned.
"Oh baby!" Barbara cried out crushing her daughter in a hug.
"Mom, Dad, take Ben and Lisa, while I take Deborah down to the station," Dilan said, he really wanted to get back on the case. It was nice... really nice being with Deborah for the whole month, but these people needed to be stopped. He knew he couldn't do what Deborah wanted not without seeing this one case closed. Once it was... then he might just give up undercover work altogether.
"Right. You make sure you can stick every charge on that bastard," Vlad growled as he shared a nodded with his son.
"Come on babies, grandma will buy you some ice cream," Barbara said, holding out her hands to her grandchildren. "We'll keep them safe," she said, protectively. "You young man, better keep my daughter safe as well," Barbara said, shooting her son a sly grin.
"Yes Mom." Dilan began to roll his eyes only to be elbowed in the gut by his sister.
"Deborah?" Dilan said, as they sat in his car before taking off to the station.
"Yeah?"
"Hear me out before you... I don't know flip out, but I have to ask..."
"Ask me what?" Deborah peered over at her brother uncertain what he was trying to say.
"Has Nathan ever touched the kids inappropriately?"
"Dilan I know you're jealous of Nathan because I didn't..."
"That's not what this is about sis," Dilan said, cutting her off. Seeing her confused look in her eyes. "In the end I got the woman I love," he said, offhandedly. Watching his sister's face turn a deep shade of red. Dilan did enjoy doing that to his sister. "No, this is what's I'm asking about," Dilan said, reaching over and pulling out the evidence bag. "Have you seen Nathan or anywhere in your house or where he hangs out with this symbol?" he asked, tapping the symbol.
"No, why? Why are you asking me all these strange questions Dilan?" Deborah asked, crossing her arms below her breasts.
"You see this symbol?" Tapping the image again, seeing her nod. "This is one of a few that pedophiles use to tell others like them what they're into. The reason I ask is because this fell out of Nathan's truck," Dilan said, watching how her eyes grew large as it started to sink in. "And this symbol is the one I've been chasing for ten long months." Flipping the card over hoping she knew what this meant for him.
"Oh god, no, no, Nathan has never been close to the kids. He changed their diapers once, and he was done. When he came home the kids would be chased out of the room so he could watch whatever game was on."
"Okay, I believe you. I had to ask," Dilan said, reaching over and squeezing her hand.
"Does this mean you'll be leaving us?" Deborah asked, trying to hold back her tears. Yet over the past month she never admitted it out loud, but she had fallen for her brother.
"I don't know," Dilan sighed as he started the car.
"Can't someone else do it, please Dilan," Deborah pleaded with her brother as they drove towards the police station.
"No Deborah, I'm the one they know, the one they should trust. If someone else went in my stead they'd know something was up and flee town as fast as they could. It has to be me," Dilan said, shifting into fourth gear.
"But it's not certain, is it? Maybe Nathan doesn't know anything," Deborah said, saying anything to get her brother to stay with her. She couldn't stand the thought of not knowing if he was okay or not. Wondering if he had been shot again. Bleeding out in some flea-bitten motel room. She had no idea how her parents dealt with the worry. It was tearing her up inside.
"That's true, but I won't know until I talk to him."
"Okay, but don't go chasing after whatever until we can sit down and talk about this, alright?!" Deborah whispered, resting her forehead against his shoulder. Trying not to let her brother see her crying.
"Sure thing."
"I need to speak with the prisoner," Dilan said, flipping open his badge to the officer at the door. He had spoken to the DA about making a deal just in case Nathan did have any information that would lead to bringing down that ring. Once he told the DA of the people he was chasing, the woman offered a five year sentence and two for good behavior. Dilan had her put it in writing just in case Nathan didn't believe him. Smirking when Nathan sneered at him as he approached the table. "Let's see I got you on trespassing, breaking and entering, reckless endangerment, speeding, spousal abuse, attempted mur*er, and kidnapping. Have I left anything out? You're looking at a very long time in prison, more than likely you will be a very old man by the time you get out. However..." God, he hated doing this, Dilan wanted the bastard to spend as much time behind bars for what he did to his sister and the kids. "Where did you get this?" Dilan asked, laying the evidence bag on the table.
