Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

"They live here?!" Iliana grumbled as Drake pulled the Audi to a stop at the gatehouse for the community.

"Yeah," Drake answered, looking down at his watch, knowing Sandy would be there in forty-five minutes to pick him up, enough time for him to start the humiliation of his father.

"Fucking egotistical prick," Iliana huffed as she crossed her arms. Noting how Drake handed his ID over to the man while slyly eyeing her and her attire.

"Drake, how often do you come here?" Franklin asked, noticing how his brother and the guard were on a first name basis.

"Quite a lot," Drake replied, waving to the man as he opened the gate.

"Have you ever thought about moving here? I know you can afford it," Iliana uttered in a sly tone as she glanced over at her son.

"No, I'm where I want to be," Drake answered, seeing his mother's face lighting up as he lightly rubbed her left thigh. Rolling his eyes at the taunts of his older brothers from the back seat.

"Our house is better," Iliana said, trying not to notice how good and large Idin's and her cuckold's house was compared to hers.

"Of course, it is, Mom. It has you in it," Drake said in a charming tone.

"Hush you two. I love it when my man is all sweet to me," Iliana said over the sounds of her twins making gagging noises.

"You two know what to do, right?" Drake asked in the rearview mirror as he parked the Audi along the curb.

"Yep, fuck Aunt Idin in front of Dad, repeatedly, for fifty minutes, make sure Dad doesn't lay a hand on Mom, get out of there before Becky and Regan get back and see Mom safely home," Aydin said, going over their plan of action. "You sure you don't want to join in?"

"Nah, have to save my strength for tonight," Drake uttered, cutting off the engine and holding out the keys to his mother, who leaned in and placed a very hot, love filled kiss on his lips.

"Is the Mayor really that ravenous?"

"Oh yeah, don't tell anyone, it's the reason her husband left her and why she hires people like me, we can keep our mouths shut," Drake stated, closing the driver's side door. Noting how Idin's front door opened as Idin stood in nothing but a pink silk robe waiting on them.

"My, boys, I have forgotten how big the two of you were. I do hope you'll be gentle with me. I've never had two at once. Drake, I do hope, as your slut I'll be feeling that fat cock of yours soon. Iliana," Idin said, simply nodding at her sister.

"The girls gone?" Iliana asked in a motherly voice. She didn't want those two caught up in this.

"Yes, Becky took Regan over to Amina's house, so we only have an hour," Idin stated, her eyes running down Franklin's and Aydin's bodies. Wondering if they were just as big as Drake was. "While I'm okay with this, I do hope you two brought condoms. As Drake's slut, it's only right that he's the only one that gets to cum in me."

"We did," Franklin spoke, peering over at his brother, Pondering just how good of a fuck Drake was for their aunt to be so subservient to him. Hearing the door closing behind them.

"Good, now you two strapping men come help me move your father into the living room. I put half a sleeping pill in his beer, the fool didn't even notice, plus I kind of got tired of hearing his voice," Idin said, swaying her ass as she led Franklin and Aydin to her den where Mario was dozing. Peering over her shoulder as she heard Iliana chuckling at her words. "Are you boys as big as your brother?" she asked as she watched the two of them lifting their father's unconscious body off the couch.

"They're longer than Drake is but not as fat as he is," Iliana stated, grinning evilly at the sight of Mario's limp body.

"Mmm, good, I don't want to be too torn up for Drake," Idin said, leading them into the living room where she had prepared the room for this evening..

"Wake up, cucky, or you'll miss the show," Iliana stated, slapping Mario's face to rouse him from his slumber. "Now there's a good cuck," she chuckled madly at how frantic Mario was pulling on the restraints that held him bound to the chair he was in. "So slut, how are you enjoying my boys' cocks?" Iliana asked, stepping out of Mario's field of vision as Idin knelt before Franklin and Aydin as she alternated in sucking them off.

"I can see why you were fucking them, sis, so much bigger than their father," Idin answered, grinning evilly over at Mario, whose vein was throbbing on his temple at the sight.

"Put that cock back in your mouth, slut," Franklin ordered, pressing his hand on the back of his aunt's head while her right hand was jerking off his brother.

"With pleasure," Idin said eagerly before wrapping her lips around Franklin's cock as the twins stood naked in her living room.

"See just how much of a slut my man has turned your little whore into?" Iliana asked, resting her arm on Mario's right shoulder as she watched on.

"You sure you don't want to join in, bro?" Aydin asked, peering over at Drake, who rested comfortably on the couch.

"No, not tonight. Maybe later we can make her airtight; I think she might like that," Drake spoke, seeing his mother smiling over at him.

"So is your little cuck dick getting hard watching how your wife loves sucking her nephew's cocks?" Iliana taunted. "Oh right," snapping her fingers, "you can't!" she stated, laughing madly at her ex-husband's plight. "You should have never crossed me, Mario. You shouldn't have fucked around on me. Now you'll be paying the price for your infidelity. After all, you'll be paying to raise your son's children. Drake needs little ones running about, that is, if I can't carry his babies. His slut will make a fine incubator, won't you slut?" Iliana asked, watching how Aydin was face fucking her and how it appeared Idin was enjoying it.

"Of course, Iliana. That's all the cuck is good for now, is making money to support the babies that Drake puts in me. Now boys, how about we get the main event and show your father on how you really fuck a woman," Idin spoke, peering up at the twins.

"Ah, isn't this just a lovely sight watching the three of them going at it?" Iliana asked, sliding into Drake's lap. "Thank you for helping me pull this off," she sighed as she kissed her lover.

"Fucking disgusting, all of you!" Mario spat as he tried to get free.

"Shut your mouth, you worthless piece of shit!" Idin hissed before moaning out as Aydin slipped his cock into her ass while Franklin took her pussy from below. "Oh God, you're so big! Yes, yes, yes, fuck me like your father never could!"

"You're just jealous because your sons are so, so, so much bigger than you ever will be. And trust me, once the twins are done with Drake's slut, you will never ever be able to get her off," Iliana taunted from Drake's lap.

"He already couldn't with how well Drake fucked me on that couch yesterday," Idin stated between moans. She's never been DPed before, and she had to say, she was growing to like it. Feeling her ass clenching and unclenching when Aydin pulled his cock out and feeling his hot cum dribbling down onto her ass. "Come here, Aydin, let me get you hard again. I want you in my pussy, so your father knows that his boys now own it."

Idin and Iliana were laughing like hyenas as they watched how Franklin rose from his spot on the floor while Aydin put on another condom to take her from behind. Noting how Franklin took his father by the chin and forcibly tilted his face upwards. Hearing Mario cursing as Franklin's hot load dripped down onto his face.

"That's for treating Mom so badly, you piece of shit!" Franklin spat, smearing his cum all over his father's face. What they weren't expecting was for Franklin to shove his cock into Mario's mouth. "Yeah, that's a good cucky. Get me nice and hard again so I can fuck your wife again," he grunted, roughly face fucking his father. "What?!" Franklin muttered a little red-faced at their shocked expressions. "I'm bi." Smiling at his mother, who just laughed hysterically on Drake's lap. "Nah, I think I'm gonna cum in this cucky mouth of yours and make you swallow your son's load," he threatened.

"Do it, baby, make that bastard know what it tastes like!" Iliana urged him on.

"Frank?"

"Yeah?"

"So when I walked in on you and Aydin...?" Drake's voice trailed off.

"What, he's cute, and I like him," Franklin stated. "Shut up," he grumbled, noticing how Drake was fighting back not to laugh.

"Now you know how we feel when you force your cum into our mouths," Idin spoke as Mario coughed up Franklin's sperm onto his lap.

"Don't worry cucky boy, I'll make sure you're a good cock sucker by the time Drake comes back on break," Franklin ensured, noting the hate in his father's eyes as he smirked down at him.

"Franklin, why don't you use that worthless hole of his? After all, that's all it's good for now, is getting a nice hard cock up it," Idin stated, pimping out her husband's ass to her stepson.

"I just might, but tonight is about fucking the shit out of you," Franklin stated, walking back over to her. Turning Idin's face towards his father so he could see how much his aunt/stepmother was enjoying how well Aydin was fucking her.

"God, you're so deep," Idin moaned like a harlot. Her face showed the bliss of having something so big inside of her after years of dealing with Mario's small size.

"Yeah, you like my boy's cock, don't you slut?" Iliana intoned, her fingertips lightly played along Drake's chest, enjoying the feel of his body against hers, she always did.

"Mmmhmm," Idin hummed as her head was wrenched back as Aydin took hold of her hair.

"Suck that dick?!" Aydin growled before forcing her down onto Franklin's rod.

"Aw, is the little cucky getting excited? Does it get that little dick hard watching your wife getting fucked by your sons?" Iliana asked in a cruel tone as she sneered at Mario as he squirmed in his seat, watching the pain playing across his face as the spikes dug into his appendage.

"Fuck you, Iliana!" Mario spat hatefully. "You're just a whore like your sister," he snarled. "You stay the hell away from..." His body bounced on the floor as Drake's fist landed squarely on his father's jaw. Everyone stilled as Drake stood over his father. There was no mistaking the sheer hate in Drake's eyes at the man that lay at his feet.

"The only whore here is you and me. At least I'm good at it," Drake stated in a cold tone of voice as he squatted down. Hearing his father hiss as he roughly took him by the hair. Franklin and Aydin winced as Drake backhanded Mario. "If I ever hear you speak to my mother in such a manner ever again, I will enjoy teaching you manners. Be glad she has someone who treats her with respect. At least I haven't lied to her or fathered a child while professing my love to her, you worthless piece of shit," he growled menacingly. "You must be the stupidest man alive. You had Mom, who's fucking one of the best in bed, and I've fucked a lot of women, and that still wasn't enough for you. But worry not. She won't ever be concerned with you ever again, not when she has me."

"That's right, baby, you're all mine," Iliana cooed in a dreamy voice. "I just have to share your body; your heart will always belong to me."

"Always had," Drake said, seeing his mother's face heat as he peered over at her. Reaching into his jacket as his phone chirped.

"Is it time?" Iliana asked, a little sad that she wouldn't have more time with him that night. She did enjoy watching her son manhandle his father.

"Yep," Drake muttered before typing out a text to Sandy. "Now, before I leave you, little cuck, you keep that tongue in your mouth and your hands to yourself. Don't make me have to repeat the beating I gave you yesterday. Someone as old as you, I don't think your kidneys can take any more punishment. Franklin? Aydin?" he spoke in a commanding tone as he rose to his full height.

"Yes, Drake?" They answered, never seeing this side of their brother before, and it unnerved them and also made them a little proud that he would defend their mother.

"If this fool says another word about Mom, show him what happens to those that speak ill of my woman, you hear?" Drake ordered, looking back at his brothers.

"Count on it," They nodded firmly in agreement.

"Good. Now," stepping up to where his mother sat, "give me a kiss before I have to endure rich people complaining about stupid shit," Drake said with a smile on his face as he held out his hands to his mother.

"Gladly," Iliana purred, reaching out, her fingers wrapped around his hands as her own filled his. Moaning into her son's mouth as he pressed her hard against his chest. "I love you, Drake, you be safe, and you best tell me all the details of the Mayor's little party."

"I will," Drake said with a loving smile on his lips. His fingers trailed along his mother's stomach as he moved over towards the door. Seeing that look in her eyes as she peered back at him before he slipped out the door.

The last weeks of Drake's summer vacation came to a close as he packed up his car for his return to New York. Listening to his mother fretting over Aydin, who was riding with him, seeing how both of them would be gone, him until Thanksgiving and Aydin until that Thursday when he would fly back home after his tryouts had ended since the Mets had failed to make the playoffs.

"Drake, you make sure my baby doesn't get into any trouble in New York," Iliana said in a motherly tone, knowing the months without him at him at her side would be torture on her soul.

"Of course, Mom, I would hate for my boy to get mugged," Drake teased.

"In your dreams, runt," Aydin jested. "I promise Mom, I'll be safe, Drake's letting me stay with him, so you'll know where I'll always be," he said in a loving tone as he lightly rubbed his mother's arms.

"Franklin, I expect you to watch out for Mom while we're away. If Dad tries anything, you let me know," Drake said in a protective voice.

"Count on it, Drake," Franklin nodded. "Show them what you're made of, Aydin," he spoke, hugging his twin tightly after his mother had gotten her own in. The twins watched how their mother clung to Drake, knowing how it would be months before they could be this physical with one another again.

"You drive safe, don't let your brother get too carried away being away from me," Iliana said in a loving tone as she caressed her lover's face.

"I'll keep my eye on him," Drake assured her.

"You call me the moment you get to your apartment, so I know the two of you made it safely." Noting how her twins had moved to block anyone's view, she didn't waste a second before laying on one of the most passionate kisses she could so Drake would remember what was waiting on him when he was in New York.

"Drake?" Emma called out from her window as her car came to a halt along the curb. "You can't leave without giving me my goodbye kiss!" she stated as she rushed into his outstretched arms. "Don't worry about your Mom. I'll keep my eyes on her," Emma whispered into his ear as she hugged him goodbye.

"Hey," Aydin called out as Drake walked around the front of his car.

"Yeah."

"Can we put the top down?" Aydin asked, eager to be seen riding in style.

"Sure," Drake said with a smile on his lips as he slid into his driver's seat.

"I love you!" Iliana called out as Drake backed out of the driveway.

"I'll be back soon!" Drake's voice filled the air as he waved goodbye before pointing his car towards the interstate. The two of them would be switching off so they would make it to New York City within the day as compared to when Drake first left for college.

Thirteen hours later saw Drake driving over the Brooklyn bridge, smirking at how Aydin was gazing out at the city as the lights of New York City welcomed them. Remembering when he too had first come to the city. Now, on his return, he felt a little wiser, a little more mature, as he drove them to the parking structure that was nearest to his apartment building. Knowing his father couldn't come after the house since it was now his and his mother's. Recounting how excited she was as she danced around once the deed to the house rested in her hands. Knowing he was going to miss Amina, Mikaela, Janet, and their eager exploits to bed him. Reminiscing how he forced his father to watch as he took Becky in front of him. Her loud moans filled the house as his hands clamped onto her taut ass as he pounded her from behind while his mother looked after Regan while they taught his father his new duties of being the cuck of his second home. Drake had to admit that was when he thought they had truly broken their father when Mario saw the serene look on Becky's face as she came continuously on his cock.

He should have felt bad about doing that to his own father, yet the way he hurt his mother and his family, Drake had no sympathy for his father's plight. He would have said his father's tears would have affected him as Becky held his face forcing him to watch as Idin bounced wildly on his cock, but they didn't. All taking place in the bed, his father, once rested, now, he was forced to sleep on a twin bed in an equally small room to suit his new role in the family. Thinking back to the blow jobs they gave him as parting gifts until he returned back home. The lights of his BMW showed along the concrete wall as he pulled into the parking structure. Paying the man at the booth, knowing it was going to be expensive, keeping his car in the city. Then again, he would rather drive than fly, given it was cheaper, plus he enjoyed watching the scenery on the way to and from college.

Leading Aydin across the street as he helped to carry one of his bags. Nodding to the doorman as he held the front entrance open for them. Introducing Aydin to the man, telling the doorman that he would be staying with him for a few days, so if Aydin needed anything, just to send the bill to him. Noting how his brother's head was turning each and every way as they walked down the hall towards his apartment as the sounds of blissful moans could be heard through the closed doors. Setting down his suitcase and garment bag that held all of his suits he had gotten over the years. Reaching into his right pocket and pulled out his keys to unlock his door when he heard his neighbor's door opening behind him.

"Drake?! Drake!" she squealed in joy at the sight of him, flinging herself into his arms, and planted a long, wet kiss on his lips. "I thought you weren't coming back with you being gone for so long!"

"Hey, Deb, I thought I told you I'd be back at the beginning of the semester," Drake said, seeing how his brother was staring like he's never seen a beautiful woman before.

"Drake, who's this? I didn't know you swung like that," Deb, or Debra, her real name, teased, giving Aydin a very thorough once over.

"Come on, Deb, if I was like that, I could do so much better," Drake stated, grinning madly at his brother, who was at a loss for words.

"In your dreams, runt," Aydin taunted.

"Nah, that's just a nightmare," Drake uttered, ripping on his older brother. "Aydin, this is Deb, Deb, this is my older brother Aydin," he said, introducing the two of them.

"Oh? Brother?" Deb mused, slyly shooting Drake a look as he nodded. "Well, aren't you a big boy," she purred.

"In more ways than one," Aydin flirted, flexing his pecs, causing them to dance beneath his shirt.

"I would love to catch up, but I have to run," Deb said, leaning in, placing a kiss on Drake's cheek. "Tomorrow, coffee, and you can tell me how Italy was, alright?" she stated as she locked up her apartment.

"Sure," Drake nodded.

"Bye, big boy," Deb cooed as she waved in a flirty nature as she passed him. "Maybe if you're still around, I'll give you a freebie," she said, winking at him, swaying her ass as she walked down the hall towards the elevator.

"Who the hell was that?!" Aydin exclaimed, only to be met with a smirk on Drake's lips as he carried his bags into his apartment. "Come on, dude, don't hold out on your brother?!" Aydin pleaded, following after his brother.

"She's like me. This whole floor houses people like me," Drake said as he closed and locked the door.

"Did she mean what she said?" Aydin asked, helping Drake to uncover the items he had placed a white canvas tarp over to keep from gathering dust in his absence.

"What? About the freebie?" Arching an eyebrow at how vehemently Aydin was nodding his head. "Yeah, why? Ew! Dude, put that away!" Drake jested when Aydin's bulge was prominent against his jeans.

"What?! She's fucking hot!" Aydin said, not making excuses. "You best call Mom. You know she's probably been going out of her mind with worry," he stated, folding up the tarp.

"Yeah, that's true," Drake agreed, pulling out his phone and dialing his mother's number.

"Baby?!"

"Hi, Mom, just calling to let you know we made it." Drake couldn't help himself as he felt himself smiling at the love he heard in that one word.

"Oh, thank God, I've been so worried!"

"Well, you don't need to now."

"Do too!"

"Oh?"

"My man isn't here with me; I'm always going to worry until I can smother him in my boobs!"

"I might like that," Drake spoke in a charming tone.

"Why do you think I do it?" Drake chuckled as he carried his bags over to his bed.

"Drake?! There's nothing in your fridge!" Aydin called out, looking for something to drink.

"You know, Mom, sometimes I worry about Aydin," Drake sighed, getting a giggle out of his mother.

"Haha, very funny," Aydin grumbled.

"Give me five minutes, and we'll go to the store down the block," Drake said, seeing his brother nod in understanding.

"So, how does it feel to be back?"

"It's missing something," Drake replied as he sank down onto his naked bed.

"Oh, and what could that be?"

"You, of course," Drake said truthfully.

"Baby, you know I'd give anything to be there with you right now. I'll have you know; it isn't the same without you here either. But it's just a few months, then you'll be back home, then we'll have all that time on our honeymoon."

"Can't wait," Drake uttered, smiling into his phone. "Well, let me get off of here."

"Okay, baby, call me tomorrow. I love you, Drake."

"Love you too, Mom."

"Tell Aydin I love him too."

"Ew!"

"Hush, you, I love all my babies. Good night, Drake."

"Night, Mom." Looking at the screen of his phone, gazing at his mother's picture of her laying naked on their bed as the morning light played along her tantalizing form. Sighing in his mind, hoping the months passed quickly as he got to his feet.

"So, spill, what was Italy like," Deb asked, pulling her legs up into the chair she was sitting on like she had always done whenever they shared breakfast together after a night of work.

"Pretty good, actually," Drake answered, noting how his brother was slyly shooting glances at her. "You'd love it there."

"You know, a picture lasts longer," Deb teased, her eyes smirking at Drake as she took a sip of her coffee, noting how red Aydin's face was getting. "So, lots of hot guys, huh?" she mused with a smirk on her lips.

"Pretty much, oh, the nude beach I lived by would be a boon for you, so much drooling I see in your future," Drake teased, chuckling when she threw her napkin at him.

"So, why is your brother here? Not that I mind, the eye candy is nice," biting her lip when Aydin sputtered into his coffee cup, "what's wrong, big boy, not used to a hot woman hitting on you?" Deb asked, winking at Drake, who was just enjoying how his brother was at a loss for words as Aydin looked like a fish out of water.

"I have tryouts," Aydin said, finally getting his mind to work.

"Oh? With whom?" Deb asked, intrigued.

"The Mets," Aydin stated factually.

"Really? Didn't take you for a ballplayer, not with those things," Deb said, playfully flicking Aydin's bicep.

"Oh, I can swing a mean bat... in more ways than one," Aydin taunted.

"That so?!" Deb purred, arching an eyebrow at the challenge she heard in his voice.

"Just don't ruin my breakfast," Drake muttered into his bowl after noting the look on Deb's face.

"Well, big boy, show me what you got," Deb uttered, noting how Aydin looked over at Drake.

"Go on," Drake waved his brother on.

"Holy... you certainly do have a bat there," Deb stammered after she had gotten Aydin hard after he had pulled his cock from his pajamas. "If I wasn't so sore right now, I'd give this thing a spin."

"Rough night?" Drake asked, concerned.

"Yeah, the asshole thinks he can just hammer away at me since I'm an escort, and shit won't happen to him. Well, told you know who about it," Deb said, still stroking Aydin's rod while looking over at Drake.

"Oh? And what did she have to say about it?"

"The idiot's been blackballed. Good riddance, I say. I don't need that kind of shit," Deb said angrily.

"I feel ya, Deb."

"Been thinking of getting out of this life anyway," Deb said, dropping the bomb on Drake.

"Oh, why?" Drake asked, noting how Aydin was trembling as Deb kept him on edge.

"Well, I got a lot saved, you know, and I'm not getting any younger, and soon my 'dates' will get few and far between. Plus, since you've been gone, I kind of been lonely," Deb uttered sadly. "Then well, you're only here for two more years before you move back, and the others here are nice, but they're not my friends like you, Drake." Feeling her cheeks heat at the smile she was greeted with. "Oh, like that, don't you, big boy?" she purred up at Aydin, feeling him about to erupt.

"Fuck yes," Aydin said through clenched teeth. Groaning in pleasure as he felt her lips wrapping around his cock. Mouthing 'Oh, my, God' at his little brother, who had this knowing smirk on his lips like Drake didn't already know how good she was with her mouth. He almost melted into a pool of goo right there as his cum flooded her mouth. He felt his soul leaving his body the moment she swallowed his load.

"You know how to fuck, don't you?" Deb asked, playing with his wet cock.

"Damn right I do," Aydin growled.

"You won't hurt this pretty pussy of mine, will you?" Deb inquired, spreading her legs, pulling aside her panties, showing off her cunt to Aydin's eyes.

"Never," Aydin said, shaking his head as he did.

"Good, this pussy needs loving. You'll give it to it, won't you?" Deb cooed, noting Drake's curious look.

"Deb, what're ya doing?"

"What? Can't a girl score a date that I'm not being paid for?" Deb mused with a smile on her lips. "What'cha say, big boy, can you deal with being seen with an escort?"

"Umm... have you met my brother?" Aydin retorted, gesturing to Drake.

"Good, I'll make sure you're taken care of if you make it," Deb said, winking at him, yet glanced at Aydin's cock as she turned to face Drake.

"So, what are you planning on doing if you do decide to quit?" Drake asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Don't know yet, but I'll think of something. I mean, I got this degree. Why not use it instead of making money on my back, you know?"

"I do," Drake nodded.

"Have you thought about it too?" Deb asked, a little surprised when Drake nodded. She knew how sought after he was, well, namely his cock, so she didn't think he would have.

"You've met someone, haven't you?" Deb's smile grew wide at the bashful look on her friend's face. Something she didn't think Drake was capable of given their line of work.

"Does this person know what you do?" Again, she was met with another nod from Drake. "And she's okay with it?"

"I wouldn't say okay, but understands, at least for the time being, can't say what will happen in a few years," Drake stated truthfully.

"Does that mean we have to stop our little game?" Deb asked, knowing how much she had looked forward to it starting back up once Drake had returned.

"I can't say, have to talk to her about it."

"What little game?" Aydin asked, intrigued as he looked between the two of them.

"We have this standing bet to see who can make our clients out moan the other; whoever wins gets a bj or my pussy eaten. You still owe me a lick, Drake," Deb said, smiling coyly at him.

"No, I remember I beat you the night before I left," Drake countered.

"Oh? Well then," bringing up her phone, playing the recording she had taken, clearly showing the man she was with moaning louder than the woman Drake had in his apartment, but not by much, "so care to rephrase your answer?" Deb asked with a sneaky grin on her lips.

"Huh, don't remember the man being that loud, but a win is a win, but before I pay my debt, I have..."

"Talk to your woman. I get it. I hope she makes you happy, Drake," Deb said in a caring, friendly tone. Smiling warmly at him when she saw it in his eyes. She was genuinely happy that he had found someone. She knew with the kind of work they did men and women were hesitant to jump into a relationship with people like them. It was one of the reasons she was thinking of quitting. She was tired of the endless sex. Yes, the money was good, but every night or early morning, she would be returning back to her empty apartment with no one to share her life, her dreams, her passions with. "Well, thanks for the coffee and cereal, Drake. Nice to formally meet you, big boy," she said, winking at Aydin as she rose from her seat. "But I got an early 'date' tonight, so I best be hitting the sack. Now don't you go getting any cuter," Deb cooed, tickling Aydin's chin before sashaying out of Drake's apartment.

"Drake?" Aydin's voice fluttered; his heart raced as his eyes couldn't pull themselves away from Drake's apartment door.

"Hmm?" Drake hummed as he tipped back his bowl, draining the last of his milk.

"Is she always flirty?" Aydin asked, hoping his question wouldn't draw too much suspicion.

"No, why?"

"Then all that?!"

"Oh, well... hmm... Nah, I'll let you figure that out on your own," Drake said in an evil brotherly voice, chuckling as Aydin groaned as he carried his dishes to the sink. "You should take your shower. Traffic in the city is really bad this time of the morning, so we have to leave in forty if you want to get to your tryouts on time," he directed, noticing the time.

"Come on, man, just a little hint," Aydin pleaded as he walked backwards towards Drake's bathroom.

"If she's not on the job, she rarely flirts with anyone, and she doesn't suck random people's cocks if she isn't paid to do it, so that should tell you something," Drake stated as he wiped down his kitchen table. Shaking his head at the little jig his brother was doing before entering his bathroom. Looking over at the door, wondering if his friend was truly alright. Walking out of his apartment, knocking on Deb's door, he thought he heard a little sobbing behind it.

"Ye... Drake?" Deb's eyes flew wide when Drake just abruptly hugged her out of the blue.

"I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch. That's my fault. I'm sorry I dropped the ball as a friend. I'm sorry you were left alone," Drake whispered into her ear, knowing the reason why she had tears in her eyes. Since she couldn't go home, given how her father had constantly abused her and her mother always taking his side, Deb was virtually alone. Sure they might 'date' a lot of clients, but those weren't true friendships. They were only after one thing mainly -- sex, at least in the men's cases. Feeling her fingers curling around the back of his shirt as she buried her face in his chest. "I promise if you forgive me, that won't happen again."

"Promise?" Deb mumbled between her soft sobs.

"Promise," Drake assured her as he gently rubbed her back. "Do you really have an early 'date'?"

"No," Deb said weakly.

"Then why don't you come with us? I know Aydin would enjoy seeing you root for him during his tryouts," Drake spoke in a warm, caring tone.

"Y-y-you wouldn't mind? I don't want to intrude on the two of you," Deb said, pulling away.

"Wouldn't have asked if I did, Deb. Go on, Aydin's in the shower. He doesn't take long," Drake urged her on, smiling and nodding when she told him she would be ready in ten minutes.

"Hey!" Drake called out as he walked back into his apartment.

"What?!" Aydin called back from the depths of Drake's shower.

"Your girlfriend is coming along," Drake teased, grinning madly at Aydin's loud 'What!' "You heard me!" Pulling out his clothes to get ready to drive Aydin over to the park so he could show the Mets what his brother could bring to the team. He honestly hoped his brother won a spot on the team. He did want his brother to live out his dream of being a pro baseball player, just like he wanted Franklin to make it in the NFL. "Hey, beautiful," he spoke into his phone once his mother answered it.

"Hey, yourself, you sexy man." A smile touched from ear to ear as he heard his mother's own in her greeting.

"You heading into work?"

"Mmmhmm."

"We're about to leave here soon for the ballpark. Just wanted to call and hear your voice."

"Awe, aren't you sweet, well, you can always call, and I will allow you to hear my sweet voice." Feeling his cheeks heating at his mother's light teasing.

"Mom?"

"Yes, baby?"

"You know how you wanted me to be honest and stop the casual encounters?"

"Of course, am I going to like where this is going?"

"I honestly don't know, but I don't want to be like Dad, so if you say no, then that will be the end of it."

"Okay, what's this about?"

"You remember the woman I told you about? Who's my neighbor up here?"

"Yes?"

"Well, we have this standing bet..." Going over everything with his mother that they had done together before he and his mother had become a couple.

"And you're asking my approval to continue with this bet? Am I getting that right?"

"Yes, Mom."

"And how well do you know this woman?"

"Very well," Drake nodded against his phone.

"So I don't have to look out for her giving you something?"

"No, Mom, she works at the same agency as I do, so she has to be clean like I have to be."

"And you two really see who can out fuck whomever you're with?"

"Mmmhmm."

"And you don't have any romantic feelings for her?"

"No, she's just a really good friend. Although I haven't been that good of a friend to her, she's kind of lonely."

"Why?"

"Family issues that I don't think she would appreciate if I went on about without her say so."

"Oh? Does she not have any other family?"

"No, her parents were the only kids her grandparents' had, and she has no siblings, so she was pretty much alone here for over a year and a half."

"That's terrible?!"

"I know why I'm kicking myself for being so caught up with everything going on in Italy and dealing with Dad. I shouldn't have let her slip my mind."

"Okay, baby, if she needs this, I'm okay with you continuing this little game of yours, just with her, no one else, we clear?"

"Of course, Mom. Why did you think I called in the first place?"

"Because you love me, and you want this relationship to flourish."

"True."

"Love you too, Drake. Okay, I'm pulling into work. I'll talk to you tonight; tell Aydin I'm rooting for him."

"I will, Mom. Have a good day at work."

"I will now that I've talked to my man." Pocketing his phone, grabbing a light shirt so he wouldn't be so hot sitting out beneath the sun as he rose off his bed. Turning to look over at his door when Deb lightly knocked on the doorframe.

"Can I come in?" Deb asked, a little nervous about being seen out with two men she wasn't being paid to escort. She didn't know why she felt like that. She just did. She has always had acquaintances, yet never a friend like she had in Drake. She was very sad and very lonely when he left for his trip to Italy. She missed the nights where they would just crash on either one's couch, and just binge watch Netflix when they both had the night off or when one of them just got back from a 'date' if they didn't spend the night.

"Always," Drake said, inviting her in. "Although, you might want to close your eyes when he comes out of the shower."

"Why?" Deb asked, walking into Drake's apartment.

"He forgot to take any spare clothes with him, so it will be atrocious to see," Drake joked, taking a jab at his brother's expense.

"That his bag?" Deb asked, pointing at it.

"Mmmhmm," Drake nodded. Smirking as Deb opened it and pulled out a pair of Aydin's underwear. Biting his lip as he watched how Deb sort of skipped to the bathroom door.

"Well, hello, big boy!" Deb's voice filled the bathroom, surprising Aydin as he was enjoying the hot water, namely masturbating to Deb's image.

"What the!"

"My, don't you look all yummy being all wet. One has to wonder what you'd look like with a different kind of wetness coating you. Although, now I'm wondering if you can use that cock as good as you're doing with your hand." Drake howled in laughter as he fell backwards on his bed at his brother's stuttering words. "Well, I'll just leave these here, do enjoy." Dropping his underwear onto the toilet seat before sashaying out of the bathroom. Giggling as she exited the bathroom, "What? He's cute," Deb said, growing red in the face at Drake's look.

"You got this, Aydin," Drake said in a reassuring tone as they stood in the intersection of the corridor that led to the team's locker room and the path that led out to the bleachers. "This is what you've been working so hard for. Now you go out there and show them what you're made of," he urged on, psyching his brother up. Watching Aydin nod along, seeing how he blew out a breath to steady his nerves. What he wasn't expecting was how Deb stepped up, stood on her toes, and planted a kiss on Aydin's lips.

"For luck," Deb uttered in a sweet tone as she backed away. "If you do good, I'll let you cop a feel when we get back," she whispered in a salacious tone.

"Oh, I'm so going to ace this thing," Aydin said with determination. "Thanks, bro, Deb, for the encouragement. I needed it," he stated, waving to them as he walked towards the locker room to get geared up.

"What position does your brother play anyway?" Deb asked as they walked towards the exit to the stadium proper.

"Third base in college," Drake stated factually.

"Come, we got to get the best seats," Deb said, grabbing hold of Drake's left hand and led him down towards the first row right behind Homeplate so Aydin would know and see that they were rooting for him.

"Did you see that!" Deb frantically patted his arm as Aydin dove for the ball that the hitting coach sent his way that was a tad out of reach with the base Aydin was guarding before watching him spring up and throw the ball towards first base like a runner was coming in.

Drake could only nod as he was videoing it so he could email it to his mother and brother back home so they, too, could see how well Aydin was doing in his tryouts. Drake watched how the coaches put everyone through their paces. Noting some were struggling, some showboated, some like his brother just played for the love of the game, and it showed. Drake was never into sports, but he would support his brother in this endeavor just so Aydin could live out his dream, just like he had when he won his mother's heart.

"You show them what those arms can do!" Deb encouraged when Aydin stepped into the batters' box. Watching the muscles of his forearms tightening as he readied himself for the pitch. The crack of the bat resounded in the stadium as Aydin sent the curveball flying towards the center-field wall yet falling short of a home run. However, the next pitch, a corkscrew, was sent well past the wall into homerun territory to make up for his first pitch. Then a slider, a changeup, and a knuckleball all found themselves deep into the outfield or over the wall. The only two pitches that Aydin had missed were cutter and the forkball the pitching coach threw.​