Incest/Taboo My Son the Gigolo

Drake had to admit five out of seven wasn't bad. Even if Aydin didn't make the cut, he knew his brother would be satisfied, knowing he gave it his all out on the field. He knew Franklin and his mother would see it the same way. Brotherly pride filled his heart as Aydin jogged over to the dugout to give the other hopefuls their chance to shine.

"Wasn't Aydin great?!" Deb exclaimed as they both walked through the tunnel to return to the intersection to wait on Aydin to reappear once he and the others learned who all would be returning tomorrow and who would be sent home.

Tapping Deb's arm as Drake pushed off the wall as he saw his brother walking out of the locker room. Watching how Aydin ran his towel through his hair from the quick shower, he had taken in the locker room to wash his sweat off. "Well, how did it go?" Drake asked, he had been waiting on pins and needles to hear the results.

"Got asked back," Aydin said with a wide smile on his face. Neither Drake nor Aydin was prepared for the squeal Deb unleashed as she raced towards him, nor was either brother expecting her to leap into his arms, causing Aydin to drop his bag that contained all his gear.

"I knew you could do it!" Deb cried happily as Aydin held her aloft. "As promised," she purred in a silky tone, taking Aydin's right hand into hers and gently laying it on her left breast. "What'cha think, big boy?"

"Makes me wonder what the other feels like," Aydin retorted with a sinful grin.

"Nah-uh-uh, only one groping a day," Deb teased, looping her arm around his. "Come on, after that display, food is a must!" she said, smiling up at him.

Drake stared oddly at Deb as she and Aydin walked past him. Sure he had seen her flirty and seductive with her 'dates' just never when she wasn't on the clock, even with him. Wondering what was going on with the two of them. Shrugging his shoulders, following after the two of them, "I know the best pizza joint in the city. You'll love New York-style pizza," Drake said, patting his brother's left shoulder as they walked out of the stadium.

"Aydin?" Drake called out as he got dressed to go out that evening since his Madam had set up a client for him.

"Yeah," Aydin answered, turning in his seat on the couch that served as his bed while there, as he watched TV and texted his mother and brother about the video that Drake had sent them. Also, telling them the good news that he had been asked back for tomorrow's practice.

"Whatever is going on between you and Deb, I'm warning you, you hurt her, you will answer to me, got that?" Drake spoke in a stern, protective tone as his suit jacket came to rest on his shoulders.

"I hear ya, bro. I promise, whatever this is, I'm not out to hurt her," Aydin answered in a reassuring tone.

"Good, she doesn't need you building her hopes up just for you to dash them on the rocks," Drake uttered, tugging on the cuffs of his shirt.

"Okay, can I ask why you're being so uptight about this?"

"Because she's had a very rough life, rougher than ours, and I don't want you giving her false hope where there is none unless there is something there, then I'll back off," Drake stated, buttoning his jacket as he readied himself to leave for the evening.

"Ah, okay, can I know how bad it was?"

"That's for her to tell you, not me. I'll be home late, don't wait up," Drake said, patting Aydin's shoulder as he headed for the door.

"Do I need to make myself scarce?" Aydin asked as Drake opened his apartment door.

"No, I'm just arm candy for tonight," Drake responded before closing the door behind him.

Aydin was flipping through channels as a knock came upon the door. Looking over at it, he found it weird that Drake would knock on his own door unless he had forgotten his keys. Although, Aydin was sure he had seen his brother pocketing them when he was walking around the area that served as Drake's bedroom. "Drake, did you... oh, hey, Deb," Aydin uttered as the sexy brunette stood at his brother's door. "Drake just left..."

"I know," Deb said with a coy smile. "I thought you might like to have some company for the evening?"

"You're not working tonight?"

"Nah-uh," Deb muttered, shaking her head.

"Then do please, come on in," Aydin said, opening the door wider and gesturing for her to enter.

"Can I get you anything?" Aydin asked, guiding her towards the couch.

"Wine, Drake keeps the good bottle on the top shelf of the far-left cabinet," Deb said with a sly wink. Smiling at the devious chuckle that got out of Aydin. "So tell me about yourself. I know what Drake's told me about you."

"Really? Drake spoke about me?" Aydin asked in shock.

"Yeah, why? Did you think your brother didn't?" Deb inquired, perplexed at his tone.

"A little, yeah," Aydin admitted.

"Why?" Pulling her legs beneath her as she leaned on the armrest of the couch with her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

"Well, you're going to think poorly of me, but Mom always said to be honest even if it hurts. I wasn't the best brother to Drake growing up."

"Oh? How so?"

"Well, before Drake became this Franklin, he's my fraternal twin, and I would torment Drake. Not because he did anything wrong, it was just that compared to us, us being jocks, I mean, Drake really didn't belong. So we teased him, put him down, made fun of him any chance we got. I'm a little disgusted by that, given what Drake's done for us," Aydin sighed as he poured Deb her glass and then his own.

"What changed between the two of you?"

"Well, things between Mom and Dad went downhill pretty fast. We didn't learn that our father had been having a long-term affair with our aunt..."

"What! No way?!" Deb stammered in disbelief.

"Oh yeah, so he and our aunt fled to China and left our mother destitute. We were at our wit's end as Dad was dragging out the divorce, sucking up every penny Mom had just to challenge every motion Dad's lawyer filed. Then one day, our water heater broke, it was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back, or it would have been if it wasn't for Drake," Aydin said, handing Deb her glass before sinking down on the couch beside her.

"And what did Drake do?" Deb queried, not voicing that she remembered that day out in the hall where she was about to pay Drake with a blow job.

"Well, Franklin called him, informed him of everything that was going on. We were a few months behind on the bills; even with Franklin and I chipping in, it just wasn't cutting it. With the water heater going out, we just didn't have the three grand to replace it; Franklin and Mom spent hours at Lowe's just trying to talk to the man about getting on a payment plan. Then when Franklin called Drake up, we were both stunned when Drake said he would take care of it. You have to understand, at that time, we didn't know what Drake was doing for a living. All of

a sudden, Drake's flush with cash, and we had no clue where it was coming from. So he and our mother had a chat about it and sent her ten grand to get everything up to date, then he and our mother went over the bills every month. I swear, if it wasn't for him, I don't know what we would have done. I know Franklin, and I would have had to drop out just to help out with bills and such if we lost the house. Then comes Drake swooping in, lifting us up out of the mounting water that we felt like we were treading for the past few months before that, and wiping out all that worry we had been feeling in an instant.

I know I wasn't worried about myself; I know Franklin felt the same, yet we could see what the stress was doing to our mother. Every night, we would watch as she looked through everything, trying to find one more cent she could put towards whatever bill was on the final notice. Hell, she had to beg the power company to give us one more month to get caught up. It was that bad," nodding when Deb gave him a look, yet she didn't turn away, her attention was solely focused on him and his story, "I've never told Drake how proud of him I am for the way he stepped up when we would rather drink beer and goof off when we knew of the dire straits Mom was in. I'm not saying what we did was right, just how it was," Aydin stated, seeing her nod in understanding. "Then, well, with Drake covering the bills, we still didn't know what he did. Things got better and better as we noticed the worry leaving our mother's shoulders."

"And how did you find out this was what your brother did to make the money that saved your home?" Deb asked, taking a sip of her wine.

"Well... being us, we wanted the biggest TV there was to watch the games on," smiling into his glass as Deb rolled her eyes in a playful manner with a smile on her lips, "Drake just didn't buy it for us. We had to work for it, and when we got it, we asked him how he could have afforded it given how the TV cost fifteen hundred dollars. When he told us he was a gigolo, we burst out laughing. I mean our brother a gigolo?! Preposterous! But well, we knew the look in his eyes that told us he wasn't lying, so, hey, I have a brother who's a gigolo. Who could have imagined that?!"

"And what do you think about him selling himself to help out your family?" Deb asked, looking shyly down into her glass.

"Hey, if he wants to do this kind of work, who am I to stop him? Sure it took me aback for a moment, yet as I thought about it, I knew without him we would have lost everything. So I don't see it as a bad thing as long as he enjoys it."

"What about this woman he's with now?"

"They have an understanding," Aydin said factually.

"Oh? Like what?"

"While he's in town and not busy with work, they're together; kind of sickening seeing my brother all lovey-dovey, you know what I mean?" Aydin's grin grew wide at how sweet Deb's giggle was.

"No, I wouldn't know what that's like," Deb mused.

"So when he's out of town or busy, she gets to seek other men, given how Drake's with a different woman almost every night. So what about you?"

"What about me?" Deb countered, getting a tad defensive. She hated reliving her childhood. She hated how her mother would never believe that her father was sneaking into her room late at night, violating her in ways a father shouldn't. Hated how she had to suffer in silence because no one would believe her.

"Tell me about yourself," Aydin said in a friendly tone.

"Not much to tell, really," Deb said weakly, down into her wine glass.

"Come on now, a hot woman like you, there has to be a story behind how you got into this kind of life."

"Can we please not talk about that?" Hiding herself behind a curtain of her dark brown hair.

"Hey," reaching over, turning her chin towards him, "you don't have to say anything you don't want to, okay? I'm sorry I pushed, it seems like your past is a sore subject with you, and I'm sorry I pushed to hear it when you're not ready to speak of it. I swear that was not my intention," Aydin said in a warm tone, seeing how her light green eyes were studying his.

"How I became an escort is because I had nothing else to do. It was either this or be a streetwalker, and they don't last long on the streets. So I did what I had to do to survive, I got a degree in a few years after coming to live here, and this is all I've ever done."

"Never dated anyone?"

"No, who would date an escort? When they know how many men I've been with," Deb said sadly down into her glass.

"Me, for one," Aydin said, taking a sip of his wine, noting how Deb's head snapped over to him.

"Huh?!" Deb muttered, thinking she had heard him wrong.

"I mean, we've all been something or another some part in our lives. I was an asshole brother, and Drake's a gigolo. Things happen. It doesn't mean one has to be defined by it," Aydin said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Did you really mean it?"

"Mean what?" Aydin stammered, confused.

"When you said I was hot?"

"Umm... yeah?! I mean, look at you! If I didn't know firsthand Drake would kick my ass for fucking on his bed, I'd so be trying to get you into it. But..."

"But?" Deb urged him on.

"You're Drake's friend, and I don't want to mess that up by taking you in the bedroom. I would like to believe I've grown just a little bit that I'm not the neanderthal that wants to rut every hot woman I've had the fortunate fate of sharing a glass of wine with without getting to know her first," Aydin said with a charming smile, seeing how Deb's face was heating.

"Have you drunk a lot of wine with hot women before?" Deb asked nervously as she turned her gaze away.

"Just two, not including you," Aydin said into his glass.

Drake rubbed the back of his neck as he walked down the hall toward his apartment. So glad to finally be home and away from the snobs he's had to deal with for the past four hours. If he had to listen to one more person bemoaning about some silly little thing, he would have punched something. Sighing as he slid his key into the lock only to find the door wasn't locked as he left it hours earlier. Bracing himself for what he was about to find out as he threw the door open, only to find Deb laughing on his couch. Arching an eyebrow at how it seemed like he was interrupting something between the two of them.

"Oh, Drake, is it that late already?" Deb asked, peering back at him, growing red in the face at the fact that he had caught her holding Aydin's hand as they were just chatting the night away.

"Yeah, what's going on here?" Drake asked curiously.

"Nothing Drake, I swear, Deb just came over, and we've been hanging out ever since you left. You wouldn't believe some of the stories she's been telling?!" Aydin said, flashing Deb a sweet smile as she hid her blushing face behind a curtain of her hair.

"Oh, I can vouch for a few of them since I was there. We didn't go together, just our 'dates' went to the same venues that evening," Drake stated, easing out of his jacket. Shooting his brother a look when he noted the empty bottle of wine on his coffee table and then to his bed that was still how he left it. "So enjoy my wine, you li'l sneak?" he teased, to which Deb gave him a broad smile in return as she nodded.

"So, how was your night?" Deb asked curiously.

"Rather not talk about it," Drake mumbled as he walked over to his closet to hang up his suit jacket.

"That bad?" Aydin asked, turning in his seat.

"That woman has to be the most pretentious, arrogant woman I've had the misfortune of fate to be paired with," Drake grumbled.

"Oh? Was she not a regular?"

"Nope, a new client, and she was boring as hell. So glad that she didn't pay for sex, don't know how her husband can stand it," Drake stated as he unfastened his cufflinks.

"Well, I should go. Thanks for keeping me company," leaning forward, lightly kissing Aydin's lips, "sorry I can't make it tomorrow," Deb said apologetically.

"Hey, you got to work. I get that. Just glad I got to spend this time with you. You be safe tomorrow night, okay?" Aydin spoke, brushing his thumb along the back of Deb's left hand.

"I promise," Deb uttered in a bashful tone. "Night Drake, I'll see you later," she said, waving to him as she walked towards the door.

"Night, Deb," Drake replied with a nod, glancing at the two of them as they both shot looks at one another before Deb slipped out the door. "Talking, huh?" he mused as he locked up.

"Yep, talking," Aydin said, stretching out along the couch with a smile on his face.

"Uh-huh," Drake muttered, wondering how their mother was going to take this. If he had to guess, it felt like Aydin had himself a girlfriend or at least the budding of one. "Good job today out on the field. I know you'll kill it tomorrow," he praised, fist-bumping his brother.

"Thanks, bro; it means a lot," Aydin stated, staring up at his brother.

"Mom would be proud of what you accomplished today," Drake said, patting the back of the couch before walking over and shutting off the lights.

"Night, Drake."

"Night, bro."

"Thanks for saving the house and making Mom happy."

Thursday saw Drake and a very teary Debra standing in JFK airport as Aydin was preparing to leave for home. Drake knew they had sex, just not when they had it, given the looks they would shoot at each other. He assumed it was when he had class after dropping Aydin off at his apartment before heading off to Cornell. Not that he minded, really he just hoped his brother knew what he was doing. He would be very annoyed if Aydin broke Deb's heart.

"I'm going to miss you?!" Deb whispered into Aydin's ear.

"You got my number. You know you can text or call me any time," Aydin reassured her as he lightly rubbed her back.

"But it's not the same," Deb whined a little, knowing the way he made love to her in her apartment wasn't anything like what it was compared to her 'dates' and she was going to miss that feeling greatly. She wouldn't admit it, yet she was starting to have strong feelings for Aydin. However, she didn't know if Aydin felt the same way or if Drake would be accepting of them if they did start dating.

"I know. I'm going to miss you, too," Aydin said truthfully. Ignoring the look his brother was giving the two of them.

"You promise you'll call the moment you land?" Deb asked, holding onto Aydin's hands tightly just to have that feeling of his skin beneath her touch etched to her memory for as long as she could hold it.

"I promise," Aydin nodded.

"You best go, or you'll miss your flight," Drake said, stepping up to his brother. Getting in a brotherly hug from Aydin.

"Thanks for letting me stay and being there for me. It meant a lot seeing you rooting for me in the stands," Aydin said, knowing he wouldn't see his brother for a few months.

"That's what family is for, being there for one another," Drake said, patting Aydin's back.

"Anything you want me to tell Mom?"

"No, but you know what to do in my absence. Make it a good one, alright?" Drake stated, seeing the confused look in Deb's eyes.

"You can count on it," Aydin stated with a firm nod. Turning back, seeing Drake lifting his hand, wishing him a safe trip home. Noticing how Drake squeezed Deb into his side as she was wiping away her tears. He had no idea what was going on with them, yet he did hope he could find out and that their long-distance friendship would blossom into something more.

November, the week of Thanksgiving...

"Home!" Iliana sighed loudly as she and Drake walked in through the door of their home after returning from their honeymoon. Which was filled with love, passion, and yes, lots and lots of sex, also a great deal of nudity on their part. She knew she and Drake gave a few people a sight when they were caught skinny dipping in the lake; their cabin sat next too. She loved every second of it. It made the months without Drake by her side totally worth it. Hearing rustling from their living room as she helped Drake out of his coat.

"Mom, Drake?" Noticing how both of them turned towards him as Aydin stood in the doorway of the living room.

"Why does it feel like you've done something I wouldn't approve of?" Iliana asked in a motherly tone.

"Umm..." Aydin looked away as he scratched his cheek.

"Sorry, Drake, I tried to call you, but Aydin said where you were, your cell phone wouldn't work," Deb said, appearing beside Aydin. "I hope you don't mind, Drake and Ms. Lucian. I just couldn't stay away, not on a holiday."

"And why that's..." Looking down when her son placed a hand on her arm, peering up at his face, noting how he knew something.

"Deb, okay, it's a little weird you just appearing. I'm assuming you've been here a few days?"

"Only just arrived yesterday," Deb said bashfully.

"And I'm assuming Aydin has told you all about us?" Drake asked, glancing at his brother, who looked away shamefully as Deb nodded. "Does that change your opinion of Aydin or me?"

"What?! No! Never?! Okay, it's a little weird, but come on, the things you and I have seen, not as weird as you think," Deb said, feeling her cheeks heat under Iliana's gaze, knowing she was sizing her up.

"I take it something more has happened between the two of you since August?"

"It has," Aydin nodded, wrapping his arm around Deb, who just snuggled into him.

"And just what, pray tell, has happened, young man? You just can't..." Fuming when Drake held up his hand, stopping her.

"Deb, I take it you didn't want to spend the holiday alone in your apartment?" Drake asked, watching her head shake.

"I know I should have talked to you before you left New York, and I know me showing up like this looks really bad, but," peering up at Aydin, "I just couldn't stand to be away from him a moment longer. So I was hoping you would be okay in opening your home to me for Thanksgiving," Deb said, hoping her friend didn't kick her out.

"And why aren't you spending it with your own?" Iliana asked incensed at having her home invaded by someone she didn't know.

"I... I..."

"It's okay, Deb," Drake reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. Leaning into his mother, whispering into her ear what Deb had told him of what her father had been doing to her and what her mother failed to do. Seeing the horror flooding his mother's eyes as her hands cupped her mouth.

"Oh, my, God, that's horrible!" Iliana rushed over to Deb and wrapped her in her arms. "I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to sound like a bitch. Of course, you don't want to see them. I wouldn't either! Can you forgive me?" Iliana asked in an apologetic tone. "Drake, she is staying with us, and you best bring her home with you on Christmas break. This woman shouldn't be spending the holidays alone," she said sternly.

"Of course, like I'm going to kick my friend out of my home," Drake uttered with a warm smile as he held his arms out to Deb, who filled them in a heartbeat.

"Thank you so much, Drake. I promise, I'll never repeat a word to anyone," Deb said, hugging Drake tightly.

"Well, it seems we're going to need to find you a place to sleep," Iliana mused.

"About that?" Aydin spoke, rubbing the back of his head. "Since, you know... the two of you being together, and Franklin and Emma are more of a thing than she and I, and Deb and I getting to know each other. I kind of moved all your stuff into the master bedroom and mine into your old bedroom. I was hoping you two would be okay with that."

"Honey, can you handle being in that room with me?" Iliana asked with a loving smile.

"Mom doesn't matter the room, the location, long as you're there, that's what matters," Drake spoke in a loving tone, seeing his mother blush at his words.

"Okay, then that's settled, now, Deb, was it?" Iliana muttered, wrapping her arms around Deb's shoulders. "Why don't you come with me and tell me all about yourself? We'll let the boys deal with the bags."

"Aydin?!" Deb uttered from over her shoulder as Iliana led her off to their kitchen.

"It'll be fine, Deb, if she goes all mama bear on you. Just scratch her belly," Aydin joked, noting how his mother rolled her eyes and shook her head as she gazed back at him.

"So, where's Franklin?" Drake asked, picking up his bags.

"He and Emma went out shopping, said they'll be back in a few hours," Aydin answered as he plucked his mother's bags from the floor.

"Ah, and how are the two of them getting along?"

"Like you and Mom, all lovey-dovey, she's filed divorce papers and moving in with Franklin into his room, once they get yours and Mom's okay," Aydin said, following his brother up the stairs.

"Well, I don't mind Emma, but I don't know about you two. Aren't you two supposed to be flying the nest?" Drake joked, peering back at his brother.

"You wish."

"And you and Deb? How long has that been going on?" Drake asked, setting his bags down on the bed.

"Haven't stopped since I left New York," Aydin admitted.

"And when you're on the road with the team?" Drake inquired. He knew how the three of them celebrated the news that the Mets were going to sign him to the team a month after his tryouts, so he knew Aydin would be either dropping out or finishing the last bit of his classes when the season was over.

"Deb wants to come with me," Aydin spoke, seeing how that news truly shocked his little brother. "Sorry, Drake, I know she was the one that wanted to tell you that, but you asked."

"So she finally decided to quit, huh?" Drake mused, seeing his brother nodding. "And you're okay with dating a soon-to-be ex-escort?"

"Her past is her past. I know about it. It doesn't change how I feel about her," Aydin said truthfully.

"Huh," Drake uttered, looking sadly down at his bed. He was going to miss her and her company.

"Know that she was planning on telling you when you got back to New York. She just didn't want to sadden the holiday since she hasn't had a..."

"I know," Drake nodded, knowing everyone was moving forward with their lives. Wondering what fate had in store for his growing family in the coming years.

"Plus, it isn't like you won't see her again. We'll be coming home when the season has ended, just like Franklin and Emma," Aydin said, referencing how the Kansas City Chiefs had picked Franklin in the draft.

"My boy, all grown up," Drake teased in a fatherly voice.

"Shut up, goof," Aydin laughed as he lightly shoved his brother's shoulder.

"You fuck around on her. I will hurt you," Drake warned.

"You kidding me?! Have you ever been with her... guess you have," Aydin said, noting the look in Drake's eyes. "I might be a jock, but I'm not that stupid. Anyway, welcome home," he said, hugging his brother.

They heard their mother's laughter coming from the kitchen as they descended the stairs. "Tell me, is that bet real?"

"Oh, that bet, yeah it is," Deb nodded as her hands cupped the glass of iced tea Iliana had made for her.

"Tell me, how did that all come about?" Iliana asked curiously.

"Well... you sure you want to hear about this?"

"Please," waving Deb off, "my man tells me everything that he does, just not names, so you won't shock me... at least not as much as I used to be," Iliana said in a warm tone.

"Well, I'm assuming you know how boring sex can get when it's pretty much the same thing over and over each night," Deb said, seeing Iliana nodding along. "When Drake first arrived in New York, all of us on the floor where we live knew he was from the sister branch; we just didn't know how experienced he was in our kind of work. So when he first moved in, I introduced myself to him. Don't get me wrong, everyone that lives there are good people, friendly even, yet they really weren't my friends. Anywho, when Drake moved in, I told him if he ever needed anything to drop by when I wasn't with a client. Lo and behold, not a day went by before I heard a knock on my door. I won't lie to you, Ms. Lucian..."

"Call me Iliana," she said in a warm tone as she lightly touched Deb's hand.

"Up till then, I was a pretty lonely woman. Sure, I can put on a brave face and fool about everyone there, not your son. He saw right through that," Deb muttered, smiling down into her drink. "I didn't pick up on what he was doing at first when he asked me to show him around the city. I'll admit it was nice to spend time with someone that wasn't trying to fuck me. By the time we were halfway through the little tourist tour I was giving him, that was when I noticed he really wasn't doing this for himself but for me. When I called him out on it, granted, I said some hurtful things during it, like anyone would like being lied to and pitied. But he just hugged me out of the blue! No one's done that, okay, my mother did, but that all stopped when I constantly tried to tell her what my Dad was doing to me, or those that just wanted a cheap feel, know what I mean?"

"Mmmhmm?" Iliana nodded.

"Well, after I calmed down, Drake told me he could see it in my eyes that I was hurting and sad. So he thought he would spend the day with me to show me that not everyone was out to fuck me like it's been my experience. Then well, our friendship grew, and I can say he is indeed my friend. So given how boring sex can be when all they want is the same old positions day in and day out. I came up with the bet. Oh, I'm sure our clients enjoyed it, greatly, I might add, but I think the both of us got more out of it."

"So, have you and Drake ever..."

"Yes," Deb answered, her cheeks growing hot. "You're a lucky woman, Iliana. You have boys that have such good..."

"Oh, I know," Iliana mused, smiling into her glass. "You two going to stand there spying on us, or you going to come and join us?" she called out, knowing her sons were eavesdropping on them.

"What? Seemed like the two of you were enjoying the conversation. We just would hate to interrupt," Drake spoke as he stepped out of the shadow of the hallway. "I'll miss you; you know, it's not going to be the same without you across the hall," he stated, lightly resting his hand on Deb's left shoulder.

"You told him?!" Deb gasped, staring right at Aydin.

"Sorry, Deb, but he asked."

"Drake, just because I'm quitting that life doesn't mean I won't be..."

"I know," Drake said, taking her by surprise as he hugged her. "I'm happy that my friend's finally happy. I'm just going to miss her, is all."

"Well, you'll just have to come home more often then, won't you?" Iliana cooed with a seductive smile on her lips.

"Huh?"

"Drake?" Seeing how he looked down at his hand as hers took hold of it. "I was wondering if you would be okay if I moved in with Aydin."

"Wait... what?! Move in?! Just how far have you two gotten in this relationship?" Drake asked, peering back at his brother and then down to Deb.

"Please, Drake, I want to stay with my boyfriend, if you'll let me," Deb pleaded.

"I'm starting to feel like an old man," Drake sighed, sinking down into the chair beside his mother.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll spruce you up in the bedroom later," Iliana whispered heatedly into his ear.

"Drake, Mom, I hope you will be okay with this," Aydin said, coming to stand behind Deb, resting his hand on her shoulder, feeling the light touch of her lips on it.

"I mean, okay, sure, but Mom will be around you two more than I will for the next two years. What do you think?" Drake asked, turning to look at his mother.

"Well, honey, you know Emma has been staying here for the past few months," seeing him nod as she slipped her hand into his lap, "I know Aydin has been feeling left out being the odd man out of their group. I think this will be good for him. And I'm certainly not letting her go crawling back to her parents," Iliana said in that stern motherly voice. "So if you're fine with it, then I'm fine with it. We'll just have to find her a job once Aydin helps her get settled in. Long as the two of them help chip in on the food bills."

"I promise you two won't regret this?!" Deb said happily.

"Well, if you're going to be with my son, traveling with him, staying with him in New York during training season. I best teach you how to cook his favorite meals, or he gets rather grumpy," Iliana teased, smiling at Aydin's groan. Their heads turned as a knock came on the front door. Smiling lovingly at her son as she patted his thigh as Drake rose from his seat.

His fingertips ran along the wall as he neared the front door of his house. All the memories of his boyhood, the warm, loving smile on his mother's lips when he would run into the house. The way she would wrap him in her arms, how she would soothe his woes and pains when his brothers were either mean or too rough with him. To the first time, he had accidentally caught her sunbathing topless. To the feelings that began to form as he gazed at his mother. To the day he finally made her his, pondering on how many more memories would soon permeate those old walls that have seen so much. His hand reached out for the door handle, looking back as his mother's, Aydin's, and Deb's voices drifted on the air as he opened the door.

"Drake!" Regan, now three, squealed at the sight of her brother. Holding out her arms to him as a very happy smile was on her lips at the sight of him.

"I'm sorry, Drake, for showing up like this, yet Regan knew you'd be home today, and she couldn't wait to see you," Idin said in a sultry voice as she ran her eyes down her stepson's body, lingering on his groin. Hoping he would make use of her body while they were there, she so needed to feel his fat cock back inside of her pussy.

"Oh, did you?" Drake mused, seeing Regan nodding vehemently as he took her into his arms. Feeling her arms wrapping around his neck as she hugged him tightly.

"You stay, yes?"

"Sorry, Regan, only here for the week, then I have to go back to college, but don't worry, I'll be home for Christmas," Drake said, rubbing her back.

"You're bringing me lots of presents?!" Regan asked in a very serious voice.

"Maybe," Drake mused with a coy smile on his lips.

"I missed you too, you know?" Becky cooed, stepping up to him as she placed a sweet, lingering kiss on his lips. Hoping they could start working on being surrogates for Iliana, given how her doctor informed her that due to her age and her low egg count, that even with fertility drugs, the prospects of carrying another child weren't good. So, she and her mother were all the more willing to become such for Iliana. Knowing that it meant that they and Drake would be spending a lot of time in bed. Something she, and she knew her mother, was going to greatly enjoy. "We're ovulating, Drake," Becky whispered into Drake's ear, with her mother nodding along.

"Why don't you put Regan down so she can go see her aunt, and we'll take this upstairs and show you just how much we missed you," Idin purred, sensuously touching Drake's arm.

"Mom?!"

"What is it, dear?" Iliana called out; her footsteps resounded off the kitchen floor as she approached the doorway of the kitchen. "Well, who do we have here?!" she cooed, smiling down as Regan ran towards her. "Drake, go take care of them. I want a baby girl, hear me?" Iliana teased as she plucked Regan off the floor, blowing him a kiss before leading Regan, her son, and Deb out the back so Regan wouldn't hear the moans of her mother and sister as Drake fucked them into oblivion.

"Then we best get started, huh, bro," Becky purred, leading Drake by the hand towards the staircase.

"Mmm, yes, we do have months of pent-up sex to hammer out on that cock of yours, Drake," Idin said, shutting the door behind her and following the two of them up the stairs.

And so, the holiday passed with lots of moaning from Idin and Becky as Drake dumped load after load into their fertile wombs. As well as the sensuous moans from Emma getting her first ride of the holiday season once she and Franklin had returned from their shopping trip that Monday. Then the Lucian household was filled with wild and wanton moans as the three brothers tried to see who could make their partners moan the loudest. It became a new family tradition when all three Lucian boys were home at once when Aydin and Franklin went off to live their dreams.

Drake did finish his remaining year and a half at Cornell. He never again went to Italy. No, he had far more important things to do than jetting off to some far-off land on a whim. Now that he was a father of two children by his aunt and half-sister, he was currently working on his second daughter with Becky. Sadly the life of an architect wasn't enough to support his growing family, so he stayed as a gigolo until the age of thirty, when he had enough in the bank to care for his family and maintain the home he and Iliana had moved into. Why, you ask? Two reasons. One: Franklin and Emma married shortly after her divorce from her first husband was signed off. Two: Aydin and Deb had married and were expecting their first child. Deb took great care of managing Aydin's money, so when he retired from baseball at the age of thirty-eight, they wouldn't be hurting for money for a long time, seeing how Drake had given their childhood home to the twins as a wedding present to the two of them, given how the twins would rather live together than apart. Sadly they lost Emma in her sleep at the age of seventy-two. Three weeks later, Franklin followed after her at the age of forty-one. He had long since retired from the NFL.

While the autopsy showed that Franklin suffered a torn heart valve that caused internal bleeding into his chest cavity, Drake knew the real reason for his brother's death. Franklin had died from a broken heart at the loss of Emma. Deb tried to console Aydin the best she could at the loss of his twin. Soon, Aydin gradually overcame his grief, knowing his brother wouldn't want him to wallow in his misery. Although, his three children helped greatly along with his loving wife to bring him out of his funk. Drake and Iliana stayed a married couple until they, too, lost her in her ninety-third year of life. Iliana had long since been unable to fulfill her wifely duties, so Becky and Idin filled in before Idin, too, could no longer perform as Drake's slut. Leaving Becky the sole caretaker of Drake's needs.

Amina, Mikaela, and Janet soon had their own adventures once they had left the nest after high school, yet they always had fond memories of the time they shared with Drake. As the years passed, the legend of Dante Cole was soon forgotten, and Drake couldn't care less. He had all he could handle at that point in time. What of Mario, you ask? Well, due to Idin's conditioning and how thoroughly Drake had broken him, also how Franklin had forced himself onto him. Taking what he thought would never be taken, Mario grew to enjoy his new life, even going so far as to beg Idin to pimp him out to the executives at his company as the good little cuck he was so he could at least get some relief from his pent-up sexual tension. However, while being spit-roasted by two of the newest gay members of the board, one of them accidentally brushed along the lock of his cock cage, serving his penis, due to the pain, causing Mario to bite off the cock that was currently in his mouth. The cause of death was not due to blood loss. No, it was due to suffocation caused by the cock that was buried in Mario's throat. Mario was laid to rest three rows away from the family to symbolize how far removed they saw him as a part of their family.

Regan grew into a relatively happy child then, a woman. She had always looked up to Drake as she grew. As she grew from child to pre-teen to teenager, she noticed how Becky hadn't moved out when she graduated college. It wasn't until she skipped school one day, thinking that no one would be home, that she caught Drake and Becky in her room going at it. She was so at a loss for words as she just stood there watching how Becky was moaning and begging for Drake to make her cum on his cock again. To fill her up with his cum so she could give him another child. Regan always wondered who was the father of her niece and nephew, yet Becky would always tell her it was Dante. Yet she's never seen her sister with a man named Dante before.

"Drake?!" Regan's voice startled the two of them. That was when she first got a good look at Drake's manhood as it glistened in Becky's sex. Regan always loved Drake, more so than her own father, given how Drake took time out of his day to ensure she was happy, played with her, taught her things that she would need to know in her later years. And so, on that fateful day, Regan lost her virginity to her half-brother. Lo and behold, if Drake's swimmers didn't find themselves a new home to incubate.
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