Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

"You must have really pushed yourself to get into such great shape," Trish praised, containing her glee at finally being able to be seen in an informal setting with him.

"Oh, I do spend far too much time in the gym; some days, it just feels like I live there."

"I know what you mean; I read in a magazine somewhere that if you exercise at night, you're likely to burn off more calories; I wonder if that's true," Trish said, allowing her innuendo to hang in the air. Her index finger lightly rested over his pulse, feeling its steady beat on her fingertip, the same beat she had felt when his cock sat in her mouth.

"Oh? Haven't heard of that; maybe you can direct me to this article. Between you and me..." Drake whispered low, leaning in, causing Trish to unconsciously mirror him, "it kind of feels like I'm being undressed when I'm there. So maybe switching up to nights won't be such a bad idea," he said, while his tone was passive, his eyes held a flirty light within them.

Brie opted for a hug instead of a handshake, which startled not only Drake but Idin as well. "That's my way of welcoming you to the community," Brie said with a warm smile with the underpinnings of want. "I hear you're the step-son; I know how this might be a strain on you," looping her arm around Drake's right, shooting her daughter a smirk, "and I know we only want you to feel comfortable here," she stated, noting how Marsha quickly commanded his right side as she guided Drake to Idin's patio table. "So, if you ever, and I mean ever, need someone to talk to, please, don't hesitate to call on me," Brie purred, leaning into him. "Dante." The name left her lips in a whisper as her lips tickled his left ear.

"That's right, Brie; we want everyone here at Garden Hills to feel like they're a part of one big family," Marsha cooed, pressing her breasts into Drake's right arm as her fingers skimmed along his back. "I'll make sure to keep a very close eye on you to ensure you're settling in here without any trouble."

"Drake, what do you say?" Idin asked, giving him a motherly look. She had thought they would be a bit too snobby for Drake's liking, yet it appeared they were going out of their way to welcome Drake into the fold. Pondering if this would give her a leg up in luring Drake away from Iliana and making him see she could be a better mother to him than Iliana ever was.

"Well, ladies, your welcome is most heartening to hear. I have to admit all this," waving to his surroundings, "is a bit daunting," Drake said, playing up his act.

"And we'll be sure to help you to fit into Garden Hills," Trish cooed from behind him. Casting Marsha a taunting look as her hands took command of Drake's ass. Drooling in her mind as she recounted the last time she had it in her hands. It was in the back of the limo that Winters Agency uses once the function she had attended was over. How her moans were filling the rear of the vehicle as his driver looped around the city to give her the much-needed time to have her way with the man and that orgasmic cock of his.

"Amina, do bring Drake's glass over here so we may get to know this young man," Marsha called out to her daughter. Seeing the scowl on her daughter's lips, knowing they had foiled their plans to make headway with Drake, or as they knew him as Dante. How her heart was trembling at the smirk, that same sly, sinful smirk Drake always wore when they were together as he peered over his right shoulder as Trish palmed his ass.

"Here, Drake," Amina said from behind him. Her eyes instinctively glanced down; the image of his erect cock flashed before her eyes. How she just wanted it in her mouth, more importantly, in her eager pussy. She knew if she could just get her lips, both sets, wrapped around that pole of his, she would be in Heaven. Although, she had a feeling she would become addicted to his cock. Her grey eyes flickered up, centering on his when his fingers brushed along hers. Amina fought herself from getting aroused in front of her mother and the others, yet she couldn't help it as she felt her nipples hardening beneath her top as those sinful eyes of his gazed at her. "Just remember, we invited you to this party, so don't forget about us," she cooed, winking at him before turning around, putting some swagger into the sway of her ass. Hoping he was watching how her black, metallic, mini o ring, cut out bikini moved with her ass. Also hoping it gave him some idea of the delights she could bring him when Drake was between her legs. A sultry smile formed on her lips as she peered over her shoulder, noting how he was sipping his wine as he watched her sauntering back to her lounger.

"So tell us, how does a young man like yourself come to enjoy the taste of a good wine?" Trish asked as they all, minus Drake, sat around Idin's patio table.

"Well... I don't know if that story is appropriate for such a setting as we find ourselves in," Drake uttered in a charming tone as his eyes held a devious light in them as he peered over the rim of his glass at her as he took a sip.

"We're all adults here; I don't see the harm in speaking candidly, do you?" Marsha asked, looking at the three of them.

"As long as it isn't too sordid, I too would like to know how and why you'd rather have wine than beer as the college kids enjoy?" Idin asked in a curious tone.

"See, I know this rather charming, intelligent woman, whose legs just go on forever," seeing how Trish's cheeks were heating given how it was about her, "at first I thought wine tasted awful, but that's coming from a boy who then just lost his virginity, who knew nothing of the world around him. She took me under her wing, granted I didn't put up much of a fuss about it, what horny boy would," seeing the lust in Trish's eyes as she watched how the pad of his index finger trailed along the rim of his glass, "over time, she taught me how to savor it, to look beyond the acidic taste, to enjoy the essences that the winemakers impart into it," Drake said in an alluring tone.

"And this woman, are you still seeing her?" Trish asked, knowing full well he would be given how she had booked him for Thursday.

"As much as her busy schedule allows."

"Are there any other women out there that have played a part in your advancement on the world stage?" Marsha asked, her fingers lightly danced up the back of Drake's right knee.

"There are, but I doubt they would be pleased if I spoke so openly about the qualities I find most attractive in them," Drake spoke in an apologetic voice.

"Surely, there must be something you can share with us that wouldn't break the trust they placed in you," Marsha said, her grey eyes danced in their wanton light as she peered up at him.

"There is this one brunette I know of who's far smarter than she lets on. It's always amusing to watch how whenever we're out, and some gentlemen think they could pull the wool over her eyes with some suave moves, or lack thereof, on their part, she gets this little light in her eye like the predator in her moves in for the kill, then well, I've never seen a grown man slink away like that in my life. It was rather amusing to watch," Drake spoke, fighting to hide his smile as he peered down at Marsha, whose eyes had a twinkle in them when they both knew he was talking about her.

"I'm sure there are other women you've been with that've left a lasting impression on you," Brie said, leaning back in her seat, crossing her legs. Showing off her silky, chocolate thighs that she knew he loved having wrapped around him.

"Oh, there are. Indeed there are," Drake nodded.

"Go on, regale us with your youthful exploits," Brie waved him on, eager to hear what he thought of her.

"Well, there is this one enticing woman I know," seeing Brie's eyes light up when his eyes slyly glanced at her, "even with my time in Italy, I could never find someone that could move her hips like she can on the dancefloor. There were a few times when we went out to a club or upscale bar where we were nearly thrown out of the establishment because it practically looked like we were having sex on the dancefloor. Not that I minded, really, don't think she minded either, if you know what I mean," Drake uttered, flashing Brie a flirty smile.

"So you've been to Italy?" Trish spoke; that was not something she knew about.

"I have; spent a year and a half there studying in my college's 'study abroad' program," Drake nodded, taking another sip of his wine.

"And while you were there, did you happen to learn their language?" Trish asked, wondering if she could take him with her when she traveled to the branch there for her business.

"Before, actually."

"You're telling me you really learned another language?" Idin asked in disbelief.

"I did."

"Dio, ti voglio così male in questo momento. Se hai infilato la mano nei miei pantaloncini, sentirai quanto sono bagnato per te (God, I want you so bad right now. If you stuck your hand into my shorts, you'll feel how wet I am for you)," Trish purred as she leaned forward on the table.

"Perché aspettare la prossima settimana, quando inizia il quartetto? (Why wait for next week, when does the foursome start?)" Drake asked, responding in kind.

"No-uh, sai che voglio solo te e solo tu, (Nah-uh, you know I only want you and you alone)," Trish uttered, her eyes held their hunger in them as his fluent Italian filled her ears.

"Non posso incolpare un uomo per aver provato (Can't blame a man for trying)," Drake said with a smile on his lips.

"Tu, permetterò di farla franca, perché mi scopi così fottutamente bene. Sai, quando devo dormire con quell'uomo, tu sei l'uomo a cui penso solo per scendere. Non riesco nemmeno più a sentirlo. Hai rovinato la mia figa; è meglio che te ne assuma la responsabilit�, (You, I will allow to get away with that, because you fuck me so fucking well. You know, when I have to sleep with that man, you're the man I think of just to get off. I can't even feel him anymore. You've ruined my pussy; you better take responsibility for it)," Trish said, fighting herself from rubbing her thighs together. Knowing that would only make her already wet pants noticeable on the seat of her shorts.

"Vedo, vedo, sarò sicuro di farti urlare il mio nome una dozzina di volte prima delle notti, (I see, I see, I'll be sure to make you scream my name a dozen of times before the nights over)," Drake mused before tipping up his glass and finishing up his wine.

"I'll look forward to it," Trish stated as she slowly spun her glass between her fingers. Seeing how the three of them were looking between the two of them wondering what they had just spoken about.

"Well, ladies, I'm getting a little toasty; I think I'm going to go for a dip; it was lovely meeting the three of you," Drake said in a polite tone.

"As well as it was our pleasure in meeting you, Drake," Marsha cooed up to him as her fingers ran down his thigh below the table so Idin wouldn't see.

"Come on, Drake, show us what you can do?!" Janet taunted as she, along with the others, watched on as he walked along the diving board.

"God, I just want to lick those muscles," Mikaela moaned low as Drake brought his arms out.

"You had his dick in your mouth; you go back to the end of the line," Amina chided playfully, keeping her voice low, so their parents didn't hear them. Wondering what kind of dive he would be doing as Drake bounced on the board with his back to the water. Feeling her pussy clenching as she watched how his stomach muscles tightened before he pulled out of his backwards pike. "Do it again!" she shouted out once Drake breached the water's surface.

"Nah-uh, why don't you show me what ya got," Drake taunted, wiggling his eyebrows before moving off to the four-and-a-half-foot mark to give Amina space. Watching how she strutted towards the diving board, making a grand show of displaying her body to him before doing a cannonball, turning his face before the splash caught him in the eyes. His eyes followed how she moved through the water. Arching an eyebrow as she used his body for cover as she slipped the front of his trunks down, exposing his manhood to her eyes. Keeping his face placid as her lips wrapped around his soft member. Seeing that devious grin on her lips as her head breached the water.

"So wha'd'ya think?" Amina taunted all the while she stood on her toes given the height differences between the two.

"Need to tuck your legs in just a bit more to really show off that tight derriere of yours," Drake flirted.

"Oh, liked what you saw, huh?" Amina asked in a sultry tone as she pressed her 38A breasts into his chest. All the while her hand was working his shaft, her eyes glanced over his shoulder, seeing their parents preoccupied with the discussion that was taking place. Slyly moving her bikini to the side, "Don't you like the feel of that better?" she asked as she rubbed his crown along her labia. Her body trembled as she rubbed his mushroom top against her clit. Longing to feel what it would be like deep inside of her. However, given his size, she knew she wouldn't be able to stay quiet, and she so didn't want to. She wanted to scream and moan to the Heavens, letting the world know just whose cock she was cumming on. Grumbling in her mind when her mother peered over at her, knowing she couldn't keep teasing him.

"Drake, it's almost one-thirty; you said you had to take a nap at two before you head into work," Idin called out, noticing how the three women were smiling like they knew something.

"Alright, sorry ladies, but it seems our time is up," Drake said, feeling Janet sliding her pussy down his back as she slid off his shoulders, ending the game of chicken they were playing in the pool.

"Do you have to go?" Mikaela pouted.

"Unfortunately, I do; no rest for the wicked, or so they say," Drake smirked before walking towards the underwater steps. Noting how Marsha's, Trish's, and Brie's eyes were glued to how the water glistened off his chest.

"What time do you need to be up?" Idin asked in a caring tone, all a ploy to gain Drake's trust and drive a wedge between him and Iliana.

"Seven, you ladies, don't stay out too long; such lovely skin shouldn't be allowed to burn," Drake flirted as he walked around the pool to fetch his towel.

"Lo bacierai e lo renderai migliore se lo faro? (Will you kiss it and make it better if I do?)" Trish called out to him; she couldn't take her eyes off his ass at how well his swim trunks clung to it.

"Sì, ma solo se chiedi a tutti i dolci, (Yes, but only if you ask all sweet-like)," Drake replied with that charming tone they knew so well.

"E se volessi portarti in Italia con me? (What if I wanted to take you to Italy with me?)" Trish asked, biting her lip, wanting to be that towel right then, running her tongue up and down his chest. Savoring the man that made her pussy melt with a look.

"Sai chi chiamare, (You know who to call)," Drake stated before entering his father's home.

"If you ladies will excuse me, I need to visit the little girl's room," Marsha said, getting up from her seat after a few minutes after Drake had retired. Not that she needed to use the bathroom, she just couldn't take it anymore. She needed to feel his tongue on her cunt, driving her mad with want like it always did. She couldn't chance them having sex; there was no way her moans wouldn't be heard as Drake buried that cock into her. However, she would settle for the consolation prize. That should hold her until Friday night, she hoped. Seeing her daughter fuming, Amina knew what she was going to do; it was the same thing Amina had planned on before she and the others ruined their chance.

"Drake... or would you prefer Dante?" Marsha cooed as she slipped into his room, noticing his swim trunks hanging to dry in the bathroom she had walked through to get to his room. Watching how his muscles moved as he turned towards her as she shut and locked his door.

"Drake when I'm not on the job," he said, dropping his towel onto the floor, knowing this might happen with one of them. He should have figured it might be Marsha, she had a very high libido, and she wasn't known for her patience when she wanted or needed sex. Although, he was surprised she lasted this long. He had figured he would have been mauled the moment they first came outside. No words needed to be said when they both knew what she wanted. Her moan filled his mouth as his hands slipped beneath her shirt while his tongue rolled within her own. Playing with her breasts just how she liked it when they made out. Watching the elation play across her face as he brought the woman the pleasure she has come to know beneath his touch. He wasn't a highly paid gigolo for nothing. Her grey eyes silently telling him what she needed as she offered no resistance as he pulled her shirt off.

"God, I want you so bad, it was mur*er watching you parade this body around in front of me, and I couldn't do a thing," Marsha stated as she pressed her bare 32B breasts into Drake's chest.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm, how I hated watching them throwing themselves at you when I couldn't do the same when we both know how well I can please this cock," Marsha uttered in a heated tone as she stroked Drake to full hardness. "Drake, I can't be gone long, or Idin will come looking for me. As much as I want this in me, how much would you charge me just to get me off with your tongue."

"Free just this once," Drake spoke in his professional voice as he lightly held her chin. Watching how her eyes quivered as the pad of his thumb ran along Marsha's lower lip.

"Good night, Drake; I'll see you Friday," Marsha cooed sweetly as she walked out of the room on very unsteady legs. Licking the corner of her lip as she walked back outside, gathering up the last remnants of Drake's seed.

"Are you alright, Marsha? You seem a little flushed?" Idin asked; if she didn't know better, she would have said she had just gotten fucked. Yet she wasn't gone long enough for that to happen, at least not to the point to make Marsha look like she was glowing from an orgasm. A very big orgasm, if she had to guess.

"Much better now, thank you for asking," Marsha stated, noting the glares of her friends, who knew exactly what just happened since they, too, knew the skill Drake had with his tongue.

"Ladies, can I ask you something?" Idin whispered, keeping her voice low.

"What about?" Brie asked, peering over at her.

"What do you know about someone named Dante Cole?" Idin asked, keeping how they reacted to that name to herself.

"Why do you ask?" Trish inquired, glancing at her two friends.

"Well, just the other day, Mario and I, along with the girls, were out at the country club, you know, getting to know the people of the community since we'll be living here for some time, and I heard that named mentioned an awful lot. Far too much to be simply passed around, if you know what I mean?"

"You want to know about Dante?" Amina interrupted; she wouldn't endanger Drake; no, she knew if she did, she would never see him again as well as be blacklisted from his agency. No, she just was a little irked that she had yet to have his cum flooding her mouth like she knew the three of them have had that pleasure.

"You know about this Dante Cole?" Idin asked suspiciously.

"We all do," Janet said, drying her hair as she came up from behind Amina. "There isn't a woman in this community that doesn't know who he is, except for you and Becky."

"Then who is he?" Idin uttered, eager to get to the bottom of this mystery.

"Someone you should stay away from," Marsha stated, "if you want to keep your marriage intact, that is."

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh, Dante is a renowned womanizer; he's already slept with half of the women in this place that I know of," Brie stated, trying to turn Idin off from finding out who Dante was. She wasn't about to lose access to Drake, not now, not ever!

"Why don't the guards keep the man out?!"

"Because the women love his big dick," Amina said in a crude tone.

"Amina!" Marsha chided, slapping her daughter's thigh.

"What it's true, you know it, and I know it, no reason to keep it from her. She'll hear about it eventually from someone else," Amina stated, shrugging her shoulders.

"Come on, no dick is that good that the wives of these men would throw away their marriages," Idin uttered in disbelief. Although she would be hypocritical if she didn't put herself in that column, yet she threw her first marriage away because of love and money.

"Guess you've never been fucked by a cock that's four inches thick, have you? And trust me, that man knows how to use what God gave him," Marsha stated truthfully.

"That's just..."

"Trust me, Idin, it's possible," Trish said, leaning back in her seat. "You don't forget that man once he's been hilt deep inside of you," she uttered in a dreamy tone.

"Have you?!"

"We all have," Brie stated, recounting their first time together. "Don't look so shocked, Idin; most of the women here are on their second or third marriages and thought of as nothing more than a trophy by their husbands; it's the same for us," she said, gesturing to Marsha and Trish. "Well, except for Trish, she's still on her first husband, but he's a workaholic, always jetting off somewhere. Always banging some woman in whatever city he's in. So we ladies thought, why not turn the tables on them since they care not to keep their dicks where they belong. Why Marsha told you to stay away from the man, because once you have that monster deep inside of you, you'll forget all about your husband," Brie spoke, lightly patting Idin's hand.

"We're going to go get changed and head to the mall for a bit," Amina said, placing a kiss on her mother's cheek, smelling Drake's cum lingering on her skin.

Amina peered into Drake's room, surprised to find the door unlocked once she, Janet, and Mikaela had changed into their clothes. Becky opted to stay home, citing she was rather worn out from their time in the pool. Whether or not that was true, Amina couldn't say, wondering if her friend was coming down with something or that maybe her friend was sexually frustrated as she was being denied the cock she's been wanting since she found out who Dante really was. Biting her lip, watching how his chest rose and fell as the sheet that covered him hid his lower half from view. Knowing she was going to fuck him one way or the other; even if she had to dip into her trust fund to make it happen, she would. She knew her mother had a 'date' with Drake on Friday; she's been talking about it nonstop ever since she had gotten confirmation from the Agency that Drake had accepted her request. Wondering if she could talk her mother into letting her tag along. Shaking her head, knowing her mother, she would shut her down in a heartbeat. Her mother didn't like to share, and when it came to Drake, she knew how possessive she was of her time with him. Silently shutting his door so as not to disturb him, she didn't want to ruin his sleep when he had most likely just fallen asleep.

"Okay, which one of your parents is going out of town soon?"

"Becky said something about having to watch Regan while her mom went with her dad so he could finalize some deal like the Monday after next, I think, why?" Janet asked, starting up her car that they had all rode in to Becky's place. Seeing Amina's huge grin on her lips as she peered at her friend in her rear-view mirror.

"Because I have a plan for us to finally have what our mothers have constantly been bragging about," Amina stated with a conniving grin on her lips, feeling her pussy throbbing at the thought of finally having Drake between her legs.

"Holy?!" Drake scrambled back as a tiny face filled his groggy eyes. "Bloody nearly gave me a heart attack, you little gremlin," he grumbled; however, he did not find her sweet, innocent laugh all that sweet or innocent, at least not in his half-asleep state of mind. Hearing feet rushing towards his room, Becky's reddish-brown hair was flying each and every way as her unsupported breasts bounced beneath her shirt.

"I'm sorry about that, Drake, Regan can be quite sneaky when she wants to be," Becky said, plucking her sister off of Drake's bed. "She just really likes you," she stated, to which Regan nodded along. "It's just been Regan and me for the past year and a half, with Mom and Dad attending every dinner or function they can. We've bonded, haven't we, you little troublemaker." Smiling at her sister, who was wearing her own toothy grin. "I'm sorry she woke you up; it kind of gets lonely here when the two of them are off in their own little world. I'll let you get back to sleep."

"What time is it anyway?" Drake mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"About seven o'clock."

"Nah, had to get up anyway," Drake yawned as he checked the time, which read 6:40 on his phone's screen.

"Drake, can I ask you something?" Becky spoke in a soft tone as she sank down onto the bed as Regan held onto her shirt.

"Hmm?"

"If Mom and the others hadn't come out earlier today, how far would you have gone with them?"

"Hard to say; guess we'll never know," Drake uttered with a shrug.

"But you were flirting, and you even made Mikaela suck you to completion," Becky whispered the last part so her parents wouldn't hear.

"So?" Drake asked with an arched eyebrow. "She's eighteen; she's old enough to make her own choices. She could have chosen not to do that, yet she did. Why don't you ask her why she did it in the first place?"

"Because I'm asking you," Becky said, puffing out her cheeks, which Regan quickly deflated. "Because you aren't the same boy I knew growing up. You didn't have that," waving her hand up and down his chest, "four years ago, you weren't this suave man as they call you. You had to know that was going to happen, right?"

"Yeah, had a feeling; it's not the first blowjob I had in public before," Drake admitted, seeing the genuine shock in her eyes when he said that.

"You really let women do that?!"

"What's the fascination with my love life?" Drake asked, leaning back against the headboard, bending his left knee to hide his manhood from her view.

"Because I don't have one," Becky mumbled low.

"Why not? You're attractive," noticing how she was blushing like mad as she dropped her chin, "I'm sure you wouldn't have a problem finding someone to date."

"Yeah, but the guys around here come off too shallow and too entitled. It just kills the mood, you know?" Becky uttered low as she glanced out of the corner of her eye at him. "Plus, I'm not very good at it, I've only had sex one time, and that was before I left with Mom and Dad, and it wasn't even that good."

"Ah, and you don't know if you'll be any better if you did such with someone else. Is that what I'm getting out of this?" Drake asked, seeing how she weakly nodded. His eyes glanced to the door, hearing footsteps approaching.

"Oh?!" Idin uttered in surprise, seeing Drake already awake, wondering why Becky was in his room. "I was just coming to wake you up."

"Regan beat you to it," Becky stated, smiling at her mother.

"I see. Did you wake your brother up, huh?" Idin spoke in a warm motherly voice as she took Regan from Becky. "Becky, don't bother your brother for too long, he has to get ready for work, and you need a bath," she said, lightly tickling Regan's stomach as she walked down the hall to the master bedroom that rested on the other side of the house.

"Close the door and lock it," Drake directed, noticing the startlement in Becky's eyes at his words. "You want to get better, yes?" Seeing her nod her answer, "Well, the only way you're going to get better is with practice," he stated, lowering his leg as he cast his sheet off his body, showing his half-sister his naked lower half. "And the best way to practice is with someone willing to teach you. Now I'm willing; the question is, are you prepared to go that far?" Drake asked in a seductive tone.

"But... but..."

"No buts, either you want to, or you don't. There are no buts. I'm just a man, and you're just a woman. That's all that matters right now," Drake said, watching how her eyes were transfixed on his manhood as it began to harden under her gaze. "The door," he ordered; his eyes followed her as she leapt from the bed, silently closed the door, and turned the lock.

"W-w-what do you want me to do?" Becky asked nervously.

"First, I want you to take a breath and relax. Come sit," patting the spot beside him, "there's no need for you to be nervous, Beck, you're not doing anything yet, just staring at my cock," noting how red her face was getting, "I take it you've never seen one so... large before?" Drake asked, her hair brushing along her back as she shook her head.

"He was nowhere near your size," Becky spoke, swallowing hard. "Don't you hurt women with that thing?!" Feeling herself smiling at Drake's chuckle.

"No, I'm not in the business of hurting women, Becky. It's why I learned how to eat pussy so well. You just can't shove this thing in them and not expect something to tear," Drake stated, gesturing down to his cock. "You have to prepare them beforehand, or you'll cause the woman pain and maybe days of healing, and if that's the case, she'll remember that and shy away from those that failed to heed her words."

"What do you mean prepare them?" Becky asked in an innocent tone as she brushed strands of her hair behind her ear.

"Touching them, sucking on them, playing with them, that sort of thing."

"W-w-would you want to touch me?" Becky stammered bashfully.

"Do you want me to?"

"Maybe, we really didn't know what we were doing then, so I wasn't really all that wet..."

"You've never had someone go down on you?" Drake asked, arching an eyebrow when she shook her head. "Would you want me to taste you?"

"Please," Becky whispered weakly.

"Relax," Drake said softly as he noted her trepidation as his right hand gently caressed her left cheek as he pulled her closer to him. "I'm not going to hurt you," he spoke in a confident tone. Feeling how anxious she was as their lips touched, how she gradually softened as he showed her the skill he had earned from his years as a gigolo. Noticing how firm and full her breasts were as he fondled her through her shirt. Keeping her mind focused on his lips while his hand explored her body. Noting how her legs opened, allowing his fingers access to her womanhood. Feeling her trembling against him as he teased her covered labia. Watching how she was slowly giving in to the pleasure she felt building within her body. How her hips were starting to rock on instinct, to how her mound was steadily growing hotter by the second. "Take off your shorts," Drake commanded in a tone that wasn't hard yet spoke his years of experience. "Cute," he said, noting her strawberry-printed panties.

"Thanks," Becky responded, mentally smacking herself at how corny her reply was.

"You might want to get a pillow ready?" Drake warned as he moved to kneel between her legs. Noticing how her reddish-brown bush dominated her mons Venus.

"Why?"

"To muffle your moans, unless you want them to hear you screaming when you orgasm because that is going to happen," Drake said confidently.

Becky's hand quickly darted out to the right of her, grabbing the pillow he had been sleeping on as she felt the stirrings of her orgasm rapidly approaching. She had thought the rumor was just that, a rumor, yet as Drake's tongue explored her hairy cunt, she nearly lost herself to the pleasure she's never felt before. It was a far different kind of pleasure she normally got from fingering herself. She's never felt herself getting so wet and so quickly before. Burying her face into the pillow as she screamed out in ecstasy. Feeling her juices just gushing out of her as her body quaked from her very first massive orgasm.

"Want another?" Drake asked in a sinful tone.

"Y-Yes," Becky uttered from beneath the pillow. Lifting up her shirt so he could see what her breasts looked like, she thought it was only fitting since she had seen him naked and how he was currently between her legs. Her thighs locked Drake's head in place as once again she came hard upon that tongue of his. Breathing heavily beneath the pillow, feeling Drake sliding out from between her legs as her body was racked with the aftershocks. Her eyes went wide when Drake lifted the pillow from her face, and his hard, pulsating cock was no less than three inches from her face.

"Suck it," Drake ordered. "Only take in as much as you can. Don't try to overcompensate for your lack of experience. You'll only hurt yourself if you do," he stated, taking hold of her hair, not to dominate her, or control her, but to show her the correct way to suck a man off, that men enjoy feeling. "No teeth use your lips, tongue, your neck, and the movement of your head, but never teeth. You wouldn't want me to scrape my teeth along your clit, would you? A cock is just as sensitive as your clit is. Yeah, there you go," he directed, watching how her cheeks sunk in as her lips molded to the shape of his rod. "There's no shame in using your hands, Becky, if you can't handle all of the man you're with at any given moment." Seeing how those aquamarine eyes were staring up at him as he spoke. "Keep going. I'm all most there; I take it you've never swallowed before." Nodding in understanding at her muffled 'Nuh-uh' that escaped from around his cock. "Do you want to try, or should I get that towel that's still on the floor?"

"I want to try; you ate me out; only fair I taste you, too," Becky said, taking a break, giving her jaw time to relax, and wiping her drool from her chin. Returning his rod back to her mouth, wanting to please him just as much as he had pleased her. Now she understood why her friends were so gaga over her brother. If he was like that with everyone's pussy, she could understand why her friends were so blatant when they were lounging beside the pool. "You ready?" Seeing how she blinked twice, watching how her eyes twitched at her first taste of a man's cum. Rubbing her back as she coughed into her hand to muffle the sound so as not to alert their father. "If you don't want to do that, you just tell whomever you're with to cum on your tits or stomach, alright? You don't have to swallow if you can't stand the taste of it."

"Can we try that again?" Becky asked, eager to prove herself.

"Not at the moment; I have to shower and get ready to leave," Drake said, wrapping his damp towel around his waist so he could walk to the bathroom without appearing to be insensitive to the women living in that house.

"But when you come back to visit? Can we?"

"Sure, if you want," Drake stated, wondering how his mother would take the news that he was corrupting his sister, at least that's what his father would say anyway. Looking down when Becky took hold of his wrist.

"Drake, do you think you could fuck a pussy like mine?" Becky asked, the need to be seen as a woman, to feel wanted and desired, burned in her eyes as she spread her legs, showing off how wet her mound was.

"Until you begged me to stop," Drake uttered in a seductive tone as he leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead before walking out the door.

"Drake?" Mario's voice came through the closed door as Drake was nearly ready to leave for that evening.

"Yeah?"

"Can I come in?"

"I'm decent."

Whistling as he entered the room, noting how well Drake's navy blue suit jacket hugged his shoulders and conformed to his chest. Noticing how his gold, engraved cufflinks glinted in the light as Drake fastened them to his shirt. "You have to tell me where you're getting your suits. I've never seen such workmanship off the rack," Mario spoke, heaping his praise onto his son.

"Because these are custom-made suits," Drake stated truthfully, taking his father by surprise.

"No wonder they look so good; they must have cost you a pretty penny."

"Small business expense that I have to indulge in from time to time," Drake said offhandedly.

"So, is this place here in the city?"

"Yes."

"You going to tell me, or am I going to have to pull it out of you?" Mario asked in a warm, fatherly tone.

"Look up Fior Bespoke in Google. That's where I buy mine from," Drake said, sliding his phone and money clip into the left inside pocket of his suit jacket. It wasn't lost on him that his father's eyes widened at the sight of the amount of one hundred dollar bills that were held within his clip.

"And those cufflinks, where do you find them? You know, since I took the Vice President spot, I have to project a certain air. If the employees see that I'm doing well, that means the company is doing well, and they'll be more focused on work than if they'll be out of a job, you know what I mean?"

"Try Montblanc or King Jewelers; they have some pretty good selections," Drake stated as he buttoned the first button of his jacket.

"You know, if you have time, we still have leftovers from dinner if you need something to eat before you head out," Mario offered.

"Can't, meeting a client for dinner at The Chief and I on Ninth here in... half an hour," Drake said, checking the time on his Aqua Master. Noticing how his father was staring at the diamonds that surrounded the face of his watch. He was being flashy for a reason. To show his father he'd made something of himself without his influence or his backing and that he would continue on that path until he aged out of being a gigolo.

"I've never been there before; you'll have to tell me how it is," Mario lied; he wondered if his son was lying to him.

"You should; their rabbit is pretty good; you should try it sometime," Drake stated, patting his father's arm, carrying his bags in his left hand as he walked down the hall.

"Holy shit, he wasn't fucking lying; their rabbit is delicious!" Mario cursed in his mind at the realization of what that meant. Noting how Drake stopped in his tracks when Regan jumped into his path before he turned into the foyer, holding her outstretched arms to him. Noticing how Drake moved his right arm, knowing what his son was doing, he had done so most of his professional life when he unbuttoned his own suit jacket as Drake squatted down. Watching how Regan gave Drake a big ol' kiss on his right cheek before Idin took hold of Regan's hand, telling her Drake had to go to work when she started to make a fuss.

"Honey, I think Drake's loaded," Mario stated once Drake was out the front door.

"Why do you say that?" Idin asked, confused.

"Besides the fact he was carrying around about two or three grand on him, he's got at least that in the watch and cufflinks he's wearing, and I don't want to know how much that suit cost him," Mario stated, listing off what he had seen.

"Come on, Mario, that can't be right; how can a college boy have that kind of money?"

"I don't even want to know, but I do know he told me his suits are custom made, and that's not cheap." Nodding his head at Idin's gaping mouth. "Not only that, he's meeting a client of his at The Chief and I on Ninth for dinner. I don't have to tell you how expensive and how sought-after reservations are for that place, do I?"

"Well, if he does have that much money, we need to get him thinking about investing some of it, so he'll have something to fall back on when he retires. I know if we get him started now, he'll be a millionaire by the time he retires," Idin said in a motherly voice as she led her daughter and husband back into the den.

"Drake, Drake," Iliana cooed lightly into her son's ear, who had spooned her the moment he got home last night. "Baby, it's time to get up," she said sweetly as she caressed her lover's face. "Come on, Cybil will be here soon," Iliana stated, shaking her son awake. "Poor sleepy head, you can sleep in the car," she uttered, pushing Drake's weary body out of their bed. "I'll make you some coffee," Iliana spoke as she neared the door, watching and hearing his rather loud yawn. How she couldn't wait to be out of the city with only him, not counting Cybil and what they had planned on doing that night. Still, it would be their first out-of-town trip together where she could finally show off the man who had won her heart.​