Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

"Then what are we waiting for?!" Amina stated excitedly, taking hold of Drake's hand and hurriedly leading him towards the stairs, hearing her mother's chuckle following after her. "Keep Regan down here. It's going to get loud," she warned as Becky appeared in the den's doorway.

"Really, Drake, you hate Dad that much?" Becky asked. He didn't need to answer her. The look on his face did it for him. Wondering if she even knew him at all. Feeling dirty just listening to Marsha's words about what she was going to do to Drake on her parents' bed. Pondering if she made a mistake in giving herself to Drake if he could do this. Yet she couldn't deny that she wanted to feel him in her again. Knowing she was going to have to make a discission if she was going to continue to see him in a sexual manner or close ranks with her father.

"Oh fuck, Mom, I never thought this would be so good?!" Amina moaned loudly as she bounced on Drake's cock as she rode him hard. She wouldn't say it was a true threesome since her mother wasn't participating in it. No, she was sitting off to the side watching it as she was riding Drake hard. Knowing her pussy would never get enough of his cock.

"I know," Marsha said sweetly. "Drake, you remember that night when you escorted me to the playhouse?"

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking next time, we get a private box and really have a good time," Marsha stated with a lustful smile on her face. Watching her daughter cumming once again on Drake's condom-covered cock. That was the one rule she had demanded that Amina follow. She wasn't about to become a grandmother just yet.

"Whatever you want," Drake stated, watching Amina collapsing to the left of him as she tittup in her bliss.

"Good, now, give this pussy of mine what it's been missing," Marsha said, moving to straddle his face, spreading her labia with her fingers before lowering herself down onto Drake's face.

Drake kept his smirk hidden as he stood in the doorway of his father's game room. Recounting how Mikaela was throwing her ass back at him when he had her bent over his father's pool table as Mario surveyed his home once they had arrived back home from their trip. How she was holding onto the lip of the table when she was laid flat on her back, begging him to fuck her ass. Which he had to admit really took him aback for a moment, given how no one's ever asked him to do that. How her ass just gripped his cock, he had to fight himself from cumming after a few strokes with the way her ass was squeezing his rod. He had even fucked her once again in the ass that morning, along with getting another feel of her pussy on his cock.

"Well, I'm surprised this place is still standing. I figured it would be trashed with beer bottles and whatnot from whatever party you and Becky could cook up," Mario spoke, bringing Drake out of his wondrous thoughts about Brie's equally talented daughter.

"Had planned on it, had it all ready to go, but Becky threatened to relieve me of my manhood if I did," Drake replied with a lie.

"Remind me to thank her then, well, Drake, I know this might not be how you wanted to spend some of your summer vacation, but I'm happy you were here to look out for your sisters," Mario said in a fatherly tone.

"I wonder if you would still be saying that if or when you find out what I did on your bed and in your pool," Drake thought to himself, his mind flashing back to the sounds of sloshing water as the sounds of Trish's soft moans filled his mind. "So, since your home, I will take off."

"Why? Why don't you stay for a bit longer?" Mario asked, eager to get his son to see the place like home.

"Got to work and things to do before then," Drake said, not that he did. He just didn't want to spend time with the two of them if he could help it. Plus, he was eager to spend what time he had in the arms of his mother. Also, Becky's been giving him some odd vibes, not that he cared, just a little odd in her behavior as of late. There was also the fact that she hadn't been on him like she was Wednesday night. Then again, his promise to his mother had been fulfilled on that front, so if she didn't seek him out any longer, that was fine by him. Women came and went in his life; his half-sister would just be another one.

"Ah, well, I know Regan's going to be asking for you," Mario said, walking his son out of the room. Unaware of the depravity that's taken place in his home over the past few days.

"I don't know what you're playing at Drake," Becky uttered from the doorway of his bedroom as Drake packed up his things. Hearing her father playing with Regan and her joyful squeals of having them back home. "But I swear if you hurt Dad or Mom, I'll never forgive you."

"Well, that makes two of us because I'll never forgive you for keeping their affair secret from us," Drake said coldly as he peered back at her. "So whenever you go off and get married, and I find out he isn't faithful to you, you can expect the same modicum of respect you showed my mother."

"I see, and what if I go tell your mother what you do, huh? You think she's going to enjoy knowing her son sells himself?" Becky shot back, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.

"Go ahead. It won't make a bit of difference to her since she already knows what I do for a living," Drake uttered in a monotone voice as he zipped up his bag. "So you got any other threats you want to throw at me?"

"What if I tell Dad?"

"Go ahead, don't care what he thinks. I know what he and your mother has been plotting. I'm not stupid, Becky. If he wants to throw me away like he did with Franklin and Aydin, I wouldn't even notice. I've dealt without him for three years. I can go on without him for another seventy," Drake said truthfully. "You should be careful. If he can do that to his own sons, what makes you think he won't do that to you?"

"You know why he did that?!" Becky huffed, puffing out her cheeks.

"And yet he abandoned his sons. You cannot brush that aside, Becky," Drake said, stuffing the jewelry box, filled with all the cufflinks he had bought throughout his time as a gigolo, into his suitcase. "While you were off in the Far East for three years, having a grand ol' time, I might add, I had to step up, to become this," gesturing to himself, lying just a bit, "all in order to save the life our father," sneering the word, "failed to live up to the responsibilities the court ordered him to maintain," he said, crossing his arms across his chest, standing off against his half-sister. "So tell me, if he didn't abandon me, where has he been for the past three years? I sure as hell don't remember a birthday call, a card on Christmas, or any of the other holidays scattered throughout the year."

"I... I can't, nor will I make excuses for Dad, but hurting him just to get even with the way he acted isn't right, Drake," Becky pleaded with him to stop whatever he had brewing.

"Neither was sending your mother to my mother's work to browbeat her into selling my house! A house, I might add, I had to save because he chickened out and fled to China."

"But Dad's signed that paper. Isn't that enough to prove you've won?" Becky asked, trying to get through that anger she saw in his eyes.

"That's only to keep himself from being sued by me and whatever he and your mother have been plotting," Drake uttered with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"You really would sue Dad over it?" Becky asked, a little taken aback by the truth she saw in his eyes.

"In a heartbeat," Drake spoke in a cold, matter-of-fact tone. "If you think I was just going to let him and your mother just walk all over my family and me, then you really never knew me. So we done with this little talk? I got places to be."

"I guess we are," Becky uttered, turning to head to her room, so she could figure out how she could keep Drake from harming her family. "Please, Drake," resting her hand on the molding of the door, "think of Regan, think of me. It's just not them you'll be hurting; it's us too," she said before departing.

Scowling, knowing this would be a lot easier on him if he didn't have a conscience. Then Drake could ignore the nagging little voice that was wagging it's finger at him, telling him what he was thinking was wrong, that if he continued then he would be just like the two of them. Sighing, pulling out his phone when his Madam's ringtone went off in his pocket when he was about to pick up his bags and make his escape from his father's house. Walking over to his door, gently closing it, so his conversation wouldn't be overheard.

"Hey, boss, need something?" Drake answered once the line connected.

"As a matter-of-fact, I do."

"Okay, with what?"

"How good is your Italian?"

"Fluent, why?"

"How would you feel about going back there, not for as long as last time, just a few days?"

"Does Brian know about you running away with me to some far-off land?" Drake joked, getting a chuckle out of his boss.

"You wouldn't know what to do with me.' Drake felt himself smiling at her little tease.

"Oh, I can think of plenty of things to do to that fine derriere."

"Touché."

"So what's this about?" Drake asked, getting to the heart of the matter.

"Well, I just had an interesting call with a Mrs. Hall. You do remember her, don't you?"

"How could I forget," Drake mused as the image of Trish's wet ass clapping in the pool filled his mind. "So, what was this conversation about?" He had wondered when she would put the request in.

"She was curious to see if she could hire you to escort her on her business trip to Pisa. You were over there for a while Drake; did you ever go to that city?"

"A few times," Drake admitted, remembering the buildings and tombs from the Etruscans that lived in the Bronze Age to the Roman era, the early and late Medieval times, and the Renaissance he had studied when he was over there.

"I see it's a part of Tuscany. Is it as beautiful as they say it is?"

"It is. The countryside is rather breathtaking, thinking that will be where I retire," Drake jested.

"Just not anytime soon, or I'm liable to have a horde of angry women banging on my door."

"And how much is she willing to pay if I go along with this?" Drake asked, knowing his mother wouldn't be too pleased with him taking off for however long her trip lasted.

"Forty thousand for four days, airfare is also included." Drake's mind was calculating how much they had left on the mortgage before it was paid off. Figuring out the cut his Madam would be taking off the top, he was looking at thirty thousand. Knowing that would put a big dent in what was left on the house before it was officially theirs.

"Has she already paid?"

"Of course, she had to if she wanted to get you off the active rolls for the days she requested."

"And when is this supposed to take place?"

"Well, given the time difference, she booked a flight, first class of course..."

"Of course."

"That will leave on late Sunday afternoon a week from now, then returning on that Friday. What should I tell her, Drake?" Drake heard her worry, even if she tried to hide it from him at the thought of losing out on ten grand. Not that he could blame her, she was his Madam, and in it to make money, not friends. Chewing on his lip, contemplating on if he took the job, there was still fifty grand left on the mortgage to pay off. No telling what his father and Idin would be plotting while he was away at college. He wanted to get the deed long before they made a move. His father might have relinquished his rights to the property. Still, that didn't mean Mario wouldn't try something until the house was paid off.

"Alright, I'll do it."

"Excellent! I know Mrs. Hall will be delighted to hear that." Drake kept his thoughts to himself when his Madam said that. He wasn't worried about what Trish would do. It was his mother and what she would do once he had told her. He knew she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could before he headed back to New York. "Well, I'll let you go, Drake. I know you have that 'date' tonight that you have to prepare for."

Saturday, two days later...

"Idin, what seems to be the matter?" Brie asked, sharing knowing glances with Trish and Marsha as they all sat around her patio table beneath the shade of the umbrella that rose out of the circular hole in the center of the table as they relaxed out on her side patio.

"You've seemed out of sorts since you got back Thursday," Marsha stated, hiding her smile as she took a sip of her ginger greyhound drink. Wondering if Idin found out what she and Drake had done on her bed.

"Well, it's been longer than that," Idin sighed, finally admitting that not all was as well in her household as she led people to believe.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Trish asked, putting down her mezcal negroni onto the table. Hearing the ice clinking against the glass in the heat of the summer.

"Mario has been working late almost every night for the past month. He's the Vice president. He doesn't need to be working such late hours. I'm starting to worry," Idin said, voicing her fears.

"Oh honey," Marsha cooed, reaching across the table, comforting her friend.

"Have you gone to his office and try to see what's going on?" Brie asked, knowing thinking about it wouldn't do any good. Idin would have to catch Mario in the act or not. Glancing at Trish's drink then to her friend, she knew Trish only had that drink whenever she was going to Italy for business. She was a little jealous of her, given her job never allowed her to travel, not that it required it in the first place. She would give everything just to see Europe, yet her husband would balk if she told him she was going overseas. He had put up a fit about her traveling along with Marsha to Cancun one time. Thinking she would fuck around on him, which she did, this was well before they had been introduced to Dante Cole, who they now knew as Drake Lucian.

"No... I'm scared if I do, I'll find out my worst fears are true," Idin said sadly.

"If they are? Will you divorce Mario?" Trish asked, knowing if they did, she along with the others would lose their easy access to Drake.

"What? No, never?!" Idin uttered aghast at what Trish had just asked of her.

"Then what will you do?" Marsha asked, leaning back in her chair as Brie took a sip of her gin and tonic.

"Get even, of course," Idin answered bitterly.

"Has this been going on before you came back to the states?" Trish asked in a caring tone.

"No, not until the first time we had Drake over," Idin said, spinning her glass around in her hands.

"You think Drake is the cause of this?" Brie asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Heavens, no!" Waving Brie off, "I'm just saying it only started to happen during that time. I think Mario is trying to prove to himself he's not getting old or some foolish shit like that," Idin grumbled.

"So how will you get even if he is doing what you think he's doing?" Marsha inquired, wondering if she would soon be joining their little club.

"I..."

"Hold on..." Trish uttered, taking hold of Idin's forearm. "Will you just look at her," she sneered as her eyes burned holes into the woman that strolled along the sidewalk in front of Brie's home. She knew the woman only did so to flaunt the fact that she had been Drake's date to the party that afternoon.

"What about her?" Idin asked, confused, wondering why the woman would get such a reaction out of Trish.

"The bitch was flaunting herself at the party Tuesday," Marsha grumbled, hating how she couldn't be with Drake that day like she knew she would so enjoy.

"Party... what... oh, that party," Idin said, nearly smacking herself in the forehead, recounting the conversation they had about it in their game room when Mikaela mentioned it. "I totally forgot about it, and I so wanted to go to it," she uttered in a pout. "So, what's got you three all up in a tiff?"

"She took Dante to it. You should have seen the look on her husband's face when she walked in with him," Brie stated, narrowing her eyes at the woman as she was purposely checking herself out in her little compact mirror just to irk them.

"So? What's the deal with this man, anyway?" Idin asked, keeping the fact that he's had sex with her daughter to herself. Not realizing that man was indeed Drake. "Just because he has a big... dick doesn't make him all that," she said in a dismissive tone.

"It's more than just that Idin, sure his big, fat..." Humming at the thought of how it fit so perfectly in her cunt, "Being with Dante is like being seduced all over again every time we're with him," Trish informed Idin with her friend's nodding along.

"Idin, if I wanted a big cock, I could easily find that on Greg's list or some such place like that. Yet, then I would be taking a risk on whomever I would find on there. No telling what they would have or what kind of issues they would be dealing with. Not with Dante, no, never with that man," Marsha sighed, feeling her pussy throbbing as Drake's face flashed in her mind.

"See, if we wanted some quick fuck there are easier ways to go about it, yet that's all it would be, sex and nothing more. With Dante, he's sophisticated, charming, and downright sexy, a killer combination. And God! How that man can move his hips," Brie moaned, nearly drooling as she thought back to how she was riding him on Idin's couch in their living room. "You won't believe the number of clubs he and I nearly got thrown out of, granted, I was grinding the hell out of that cock, but he was the one that was rubbing it against my pussy."

"Wait just a minute, what do you mean clubs?!" Marsha asked, incensed. If she had known Drake could dance provocatively, she would have had him out on the dancefloor every chance she could get, just to blatantly feel his rod rubbing along her ass.

"Don't take that tone with me, Marsha, just because you didn't think of it, don't harp on me for your lack of... imagination," Brie teased, her eyes twinkled at the huff that got out of her friend.

"Come on, you guys, no man could be that..."

"Idin, why do you think half the women here want a piece of him? It's because we all know what that man can do, and the ones who haven't been with him are envious of those who have, and no, it's not just about the sex. Dante not only arouses the body but the mind as well. When's the last time Mario has done both at the same time?" Trish asked with a pointed look. "I can't tell you the number of times he's made me drench my panties with the sensuous words he whispers into my ear. The anticipation is just the beginning, and he hasn't once failed to deliver in the bedroom either," she stated, getting nods of agreement from her friends.

"I see," Idin muttered. She couldn't deny they believed that the man was that good, given the looks she saw on her friend's faces. "So then you three wouldn't have a problem with giving me his number so I can speak to this man myself, would you?"

"Oh, we don't set up our dates like that. We use a company," Trish said offhandedly. "A company that prides itself on discretion."

"And just what is the name of this company?" Idin asked, wondering why her friends were giving her the roundabout.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Marsha asked, not knowing how Drake would take this. Then again, what she had seen on his face Monday, he might not mind fucking his aunt's brains out. She had no clue who started him down the path of having sex with his related female clients, and she didn't want to know. She knew if she started to dig into it, that would just get her blackballed. A fate she was never going to experience if she could help it. Otherwise, her life would return to its dreadful dullness that it once was before she was introduced to Winters Escort Services.

"I'll only use it if Mario is doing what I think he's doing," Idin stated, not voicing that he was doing the exact same thing he pulled when he was seeing her behind Iliana's back.

"Then let me see your phone," Brie directed, holding out her hand across the table. "There, just be warned, he isn't cheap," she said, handing Idin's phone back to her.

"He's an escort?!" Idin gasped in shock. Then her mind wondered to how her daughter could afford him, or if it was just Becky trying to throw her off who really had snuck into her room that night.

"Duh?!" Trish giggled into her hand. "Why do you think everyone wants him? Because they know they can get the best dicking of their life and not have to worry about either getting attached and our husbands can't track him down."

"Why?" Idin asked, peering over at her friend.

"Dante Cole isn't his real name," Marsha spoke, crossing her legs beneath the table.

"Then what is it?" Idin inquired.

"We don't know. No one does. It's to protect him just as much as it's to protect us, trust me, something that big, you'd be dying for a good fuck when you can't feel your husband for a few days afterwards," Marsha said with a coy smirk, glancing down when Idin's phone rang.

"What is it, honey?" Idin asked once she had answered her phone.

"Regan's being whiny, more so than normal. I've tried everything I could think of, but nothing's working." Becky's voice came over the line when the line connected.

"And where's your father?" Idin asked, slightly annoyed that Becky would be calling her when she knew she was with her friends when Mario was perfectly capable of taking care of their daughter.

"Dad said he had to head into the office for a bit."

"Did he tell you when he would be back?" Idin asked, keeping her anger hidden, knowing that was one of the lines he used to feed Iliana when they used to be married.

"No... what do I do, Mom?"

"What's Regan fussing about?" Idin asked in a motherly tone.

"Drake, of all things." Idin arched an eyebrow when she heard her daughter's sigh.

"Then why haven't you called your brother yet?" Idin queried, not hiding the smile on her lips. Knowing soon, Drake would fully be with her, and Iliana will be lost in the waste bin. Also, keeping her curiosity hidden at the looks that were on her friends' faces at the mention of Drake's name.

"He's not answering my calls."

"Alright, let me try his phone. Maybe he's just busy," Idin said sweetly.

"Maybe," Becky agreed, not voicing the doubt she had in her mind as for Drake's silent treatment of her. She knew it was because of the conversation they had before he left Thursday. She really did miss spending time with Drake. She reluctantly admitted to herself she did miss the sex, too.

After Idin told her daughter she would be home soon to look after Regan, given how Mario was supposed to do so, to give her some time away from the house and to socialize with adults instead of their two-year-old like she normally did for the better part of the week. Scrolling through her contact list before coming to a stop on Drake's number. Listening to the line ringing as she brought it up to her ear.

"Hello?" Idin was a little surprised to hear her sister's voice answering Drake's phone.

"Hello, Iliana," Idin cooed evilly as she rose from her seat. Walking some distance away from her friends so she could torment her older sister.

"Why the hell are you calling my son's phone?!" Iliana growled; her venom was clear as day.

"He's my son too, now," Idin retorted.

"The hell he is?!"

"Now, now, Iliana, no need to blow a valve. I don't want you having a heart attack, then I'll just have to console my stepson in his grief." Grinning madly when she felt her sister's rage from over the line. "Now put Drake on the phone," Idin ordered.

"Listen here, you two-timing, skanky..." Chuckling when she heard a rustling over the line as Drake took his phone from her sister. Mirth filled her heart at the fading sounds of her sister's curses as Iliana stomped away.

"What do you want?" Idin was a little taken aback by the coldness of Drake's voice. Then again, she chalked that up to him, not enjoying seeing his mother riled up. Knowing he would indeed make a good son to her once they had wormed Drake away from his mother.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that, Drake, I really am," Idin stated, trying to smooth his ruffled feathers. "I'm calling you to see if you wouldn't mind coming to the house."

"Why?"

"Well, Regan has grown rather fussy, and apparently, she'll only calm down if you're the one to do it," Idin spoke as she peered towards her home that sat in the lower section of the community.

"Huh?" Stifling her giggle at how befuddled Drake sounded, knowing it would be easier to worm her way in with him off-kilter.

"Is it surprising to hear that your baby sister has taken a liking to you, Drake?" Idin asked in a warm motherly tone. "Why don't you come over, please? It will calm Regan down and ease the headache she's given Becky."

"Fine, I'll be there in twenty." Idin looked oddly at her phone when the line went dead. Pressing her lips together, wondering what had him in a mood. Sliding her phone back into her pocket, knowing she could chat for a bit more before having to take off for home.

"So ladies, what are your plans for the fourth?" Idin asked, walking back to the table.

"Drake, I'm glad you could come over," Idin greeted once she had answered the door. Wondering why his knuckles appeared red. It almost seemed to her that Drake had been in an altercation. "Drake is everything alright?" she asked in a caring tone, gesturing for him to enter the house.

"I'm fine, just had to teach Frank and Aidyn some manners on how to behave in my house," Drake said offhandedly, recounting the brotherly fight he had with them over an hour ago. Sure they might outweigh him by fifty or so pounds and outclass him in strength. Nevertheless, the martial art classes he had taken, at the behest of his Madam and Sandy, in case he had to defend himself and/or his date if her significant other or some unknown man accosted them, taught him how to fight against those that outweigh him. He knew his mother was shocked, more so than his brothers, when they were laying on the ground. That didn't mean they didn't get some licks in. Hopefully, he didn't have to do that again. Then again, using their brains was not something his brothers normally did.

"I see," Idin uttered in a disapproving tone. "I do hope you aren't getting into too many fights. That's not the kind of role model a big brother should project," she chided. Ignoring the look and arched eyebrow Drake was giving her when he turned his gaze towards her. A warm smile lifted her lips as she heard the tiny feet of her daughter racing towards them. As she shouted out excitedly: Drake!

"Up! Up!" Regan chanted, holding her arms up to him with a wide toothy smile on her face.

"You all better now?" Idin asked, tickling her daughter's side as Regan nodded very vehemently as she wrapped her arms around Drake's neck.

"Now, what's this about you fussing over me?" Drake mused. He still had trouble understanding her rapid speech, yet over the four days he was there he learnt to translate some of it. The rest was just gibberish to him.

"I love you, and I missed you," Regan said in that high-pitched tone.

"Seems you've got a personal fan club," Idin teased, "come, I wanted to speak to you about something Thursday, but you took off before I could," she spoke, leading him and Regan into the den. "Becky, why don't you take Amina to your room for a bit? Drake and I need to discuss a private matter," she suggested, peering down at the two of them while they lounged on the sofa watching TV.

"Hello, Drake," Amina cooed in a flirty tone as she sauntered up to him once he had put Regan down on the floor. Her little legs propelled her towards her toys that sat in the middle of the room.

"Hello, Amina," Drake nodded in greeting.

"Looking good as always," Amina purred, her tongue flicked against her teeth recounting how his hard body felt beneath her and how sore he made her pussy, which she loved every second of the pounding he had given her. Rising to her toes, her lips brushing against his ear, "It's a new moon tonight. Maybe you'd like to revisit what we did in the pool," she hinted. Her lust was clear as day.

"Rather tempting offer and I would take you up on it if I wasn't working tonight," Drake spoke in his own sinful tone.

"Shame," Amina sighed, "maybe next time," she said, waving enticingly at him as she headed off with Becky to her room.

"Please have a seat," Idin gestured, ignoring how he had spoken to Amina. She did hope he wasn't leading the girl on. She didn't want to cause a quarrel between her and her parents because Drake took advantage of her. "Drake, ever since you've been coming over, your father and I have noticed that you're... rather well-off for someone your age," she stated as politely as she could.

"Uh-huh, and why should my financial solvency matter to you or him?" Drake asked, resting his elbow on the armrest of the loveseat he rested on. His eyes glanced down when Regan was hurriedly carrying her dolls over to him. Feeling Regan standing on the top of his shoes as she tried to climb onto his lap.

"Drake, I know the way we've went about things didn't sit well with you, and I can only assume with your brothers as well, yet, I, and I know your father, do care about you."

"Uh-huh, three years of silence on his part, so much caring," Drake spoke in a sarcastic tone as he bent forward, picking Regan up and gently setting her onto his lap. "Where is the old man, anyway?" he asked, watching how Regan was making her doll hop along his right thigh while wearing a big smile on her lips.

"Where your father is, isn't of import to this conversation," Idin said with a hint of her annoyance in her voice. Playing off the look, Drake flashed her, "What I have to say Mario isn't needed to be here for it," she uttered, waving off Mario's absence.

"Then let's just get to the heart of the matter then, shall we?" Arching an eyebrow when Regan held up her doll, telling him to kiss 'Krissy,' the name she affectionately gave to her toy.

Idin smiled motherly as her gaze fell on her daughter as she watched their interaction. She was happy the two of them got along. "You remember I used to work in a bank before we moved to China, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I used to work for them as an investment banker, still am. I do keep up with the field even when we were overseas, so I'm up to date on everything that's been happening here," trying to build herself up in his eyes, yet she could tell he was waiting for her to get to her point, "with your wealth, I, as your step-mother, want to ensure that you are set for your future. So, I was thinking, I could help you set up a retirement account," Idin said truthfully.

"Don't you think I'm a little young for that?" Drake asked with a pointed look.

"It's never too early to start," Idin stated with a firm nod. "Plus, this way, when you do decide to retire, you'll be well-off, maybe in the millions if it's managed properly. I'd be more than willing to help you set it up and look after it."

"Oh?"

"Drake, I know you mustn't think highly of me right now, and I can't fault you on that. You have every right to feel the way you do, Mario and I hurt a lot of people with our actions. But I can't change what has happened, nor can I make others forgive what we have done to you, your brothers, my... sister," trying not to sneer as the word passed her lips, "Jake, my parents, and all the friends that were caught up in the mess. All I can do is move forward and hope that in time you and the others will forgive me for what I've done. Yet I can ensure that you, as my stepson, are set in the future because life will fly by before you know it, and I would hate for you to be working well past your golden years just to make ends meet."

"Why just me? Why not Franklin or Aidyn? Oh, and Uncle Jake got remarried. They're expecting their first baby in a couple of months," Drake said offhandedly.

"Oh? I didn't know Jake got remarried," Idin said, knowing her plan on getting even with Mario if he was cheating went out the window at that news. She wasn't going to use an escort, she had hoped that she could've talked Jake into sticking it to Mario, yet now, now she knew Jake would never go for it. He wasn't the type to step out like she had done. Then again, there was the risk Jake would just laugh in her face and toss her out wherever they might be. "As for your brothers, I don't know how they feel about me. I would like to mend the bridges with them. Nevertheless, I have to look after my family first. If they don't wish to have a relationship with me, I can't force it upon them. Your mother hates me, not that I can blame her. So, I know there's no chance we'll ever be family again on that front. But you, if I can show you how sorry I am for what Mario and I have done, then maybe your brothers will come around, eventually."

"And how much were you thinking I needed to put away to start this retirement fund you've spoken about?" Drake asked, pulling her into his web. Knowing that this would cause the two of them to be in close proximity to one another for some time. Raising his eyebrows when Regan patted his pocket, with her gremlin-like smile when it pinged, announcing that he had a text. He wasn't trying to get attached to his baby sister, yet he couldn't deny that she didn't have an adorable way about her as she moved to sit on his lap from her position of sitting across his legs when he pulled out his phone. Not enjoying the smile he saw on his aunt's face, she would always be his aunt, no matter who she married, as she looked upon Regan, who took command of his hand and pulled it over to her. He was a little taken back at how fast she had opened up his phone and snapped a picture of herself with him peering down from over her right shoulder. He was also surprised she knew how to send it as well.

"Drake? Who was that?" Iliana texted, praying that her son hadn't knocked some girl up, and she was looking at her granddaughter that he's failed to mention.

"Regan, their daughter, she kind of took my phone from me when I was going to text you back," Drake replied.

"Oh? I see," Iliana sent back, a little annoyed that they could make an adorable girl. Pondering if she could or wanted to get pregnant again. If she wanted to try, she knew she would have to stop taking her birth control pills as well as making Franklin and Aidyn wear condoms. First, she needed to see her doctor to ensure it would be safe for her to carry another child at her age. However, that would have to wait till Drake returned home either for Thanksgiving or Christmas, so the birth control would be out of her system by then. "When are you coming home?"

"The moment I'm done here, you think I'm gonna jet off before I feel you back in my arms?" Drake flirted.

"You better not," Iliana texted back, her face red with heat. "Okay, honey, I'll see you when you get home. I love you."

"Love you too."

"I take it that was your mother inquiring on when you'll be home?" Idin mused, to which she was greeted by a nod from Drake. "Then I won't keep you, so as I was saying before your mother interrupted us, while I normally worked as an investment banker for businesses within the city, I did occasionally work with individuals like yourself. The minimum amount that would be required to open an account is five thousand dollars. With it I'll invest in some stocks and a few bonds that I know are doing well. I promise you, if you let me, I'll show you I can turn that five grand into twenty within a month," she stated with conviction.

"And when do you need this by?" Drake asked as Regan was fiddling with his phone.

"Why don't you come by tomorrow for lunch, and we'll go over what I intend to do. How does that sound?" Idin asked, knowing this was how it would be when Drake became her true son and left her sister far behind him.

"Alright, but after my tutoring session," Drake stated, wondering if Samantha was up for some more moaning she's been doing lately. "Okay, I'm need this back," he said, taking his phone back from Regan, who was pouting when she was just getting into the game she was playing at the moment.

"Regan, your brother has to leave; he was kind enough to come over to see you when he was busy. You'll see him tomorrow," Idin spoke in a motherly voice as she lifted Regan off of Drake's lap, who was clinging to his shirt.

"I'm going to use your bathroom before I head out," Drake stated as he got to his feet.

"Go right ahead. You know where it is. No need to ask. This is your home, too," Idin said in a sweet, caring voice.

Drake turned his head as he stood at the toilet, relieving himself as the bathroom door opened, and in stepped Amina. Noting how her eyes dipped down to how he held his soft cock in his hand then back to his face with a rather devious smile on her lips. Feeling the heat of her body as she pressed her chest into his left arm while her hand took command of his rod. Gently stroking it to life, feeling it growing in her hand as she teased it, to rise for her.

"Let me suck on it, Drake. I need my protein shot." Amina purred hungrily into Drake's ear. "Plus, how hot will it be knowing at any moment Becky's mom could walk in on us," she cooed lightly, sinking to her knees, her hands turned his hips towards her before her lips wrapped around his crown after cleaning it.

Idin thought she heard something, something familiar, coming from Becky's bathroom, heading off to investigate once she placed Regan in her playpen. She knew that sound. She should know it after twenty-four years of being sexually active. She knew what the sound of sucking cock was. She's heard it ever since she'd first became sexually active, just not from a third party's point of view. Quickly darting into Drake's room when she heard footsteps approaching Becky's door. Her hand darted to her mouth in shock at what her daughter had just said. She didn't even know the two of them were even a couple or interested in each other, other than the harmless flirting she's witnessed.

"See you later, Drake. Thanks for the salty treat," Amina cooed as she left the bathroom. "Come by the house sometime, and we'll get that big thing reacquainted with my pussy."

"Drake, you really going to leave without talking to me?" Idin heard Becky's voice causing Drake to stop when he had walked down the hall past his room.

"What's there to talk about?"

"Us? What we've done, what I would like to keep doing." Idin's eyes flew wide. It didn't take a genius to know what her daughter was talking about. Her mind flashed back to that Thursday morning, wondering if her own daughter had sex with her own half-brother, and she told her a lie to protect Drake. She knew Mario could never learn of this. He wouldn't hesitate to toss Becky out. Knowing if he could disown his own sons so easily, then doing the same with Becky would be easy for him. Straining her ears to make out what they were saying when their voices dipped below a whisper. While she had no concrete proof that they had indeed slept together, it wasn't hard for her to put two and two together.

"So, did you two make up?" Idin heard Amina's voice before Becky's door closed, shutting out any sound coming from her daughter's room. Slipping out of Drake's room, walking hurriedly back to the den so no one could say she had been eavesdropping on them.​