"Fuck, you were right." Luke said gasping as the morning light shone on his sweaty, cum covered torso.

Nate pulled his dick out from him, taking deep breaths as the light from the window next to Luke's bed shone on his sweaty chest and stomach. "I told you the second time would be better." He said smiling down at Luke before throwing the condom on the floor and dropping his body next to Luke's in bed.

"This time it didn't hurt that much at the beginning, now I get why you said it would be better." Luke said as he grabbed Nate's right hand and held it in his left.

"It was that and the fact that this time I knew how tight you were so I could take it easier and last longer." Nate said before starting to giggle.

"So I am tight huh?" Luke said smiling.

"Oh you bet your ass it is." Nate replied.

"Ok, you little idiot, let's go shower and get downstairs for breakfast, it's almost nine and my parents must be up already." Luke said while poking Nate's side.

"Oww, stop that... Little?" He said looking up and then down at his own dick.

"Don't even go there you know I didn't mean it like that, and you know that log isn't little, it might not be super-long but it sure as hell is thick." Luke said as he reached down and kissed Nate in the mouth.

"I miss showering with you." Nate said as he got up.

"Well, then let's get going before Becca or Martin go in the shower before us." Luke said as he pulled him out of bed, then he went to his closet and got them towels and covered himself from the waist down with his. As he was going out he noticed Nate standing there looking at the towel and wrapping it around his waist, then looking at his bare chest.

"Do I have to go out like this?" He asked Luke.

"Come on! It's not like anyone's going to say anything about you, come here," Luke said as he got behind Nate and pushed him out of the room and into the bathroom. "Thank god it's free, now let's have fun." Luke said as he took off his towel and locked the bathroom door.

"God, Martin's right your batteries never run out." Nate said smiling as Luke pulled his towel off and started kissing him.

As he reached the end of the stairs he realized that there was very little noise in the house, maybe there was no one awake at that hour, but it was a quarter before nine, for him that actually was late, though it was a Sunday morning. He started walking towards the living room to try to watch some TV when he walked by the kitchen and felt his stomach clench at the sight of Luke's mom pouring coffee at the kitchen table. When he saw her he felt that he had gone back in time over six years and that he was staring at his own mother pouring coffee in their old house kitchen. As he stood there staring at her she looked up and smiled at him, though in a matter of seconds her expression turned into one of worry.

"Honey, is there something wrong?" She asked him.

"No ma'am, I'm sorry, it's just that you sort of reminded me of someone." He answered.

"Honey, when would you like to have our session? We could do it after you have breakfast and I can tell Stanley to take charge over lunch, I'm sure Nate, Luke and Becca would be more than glad to help him out." She told him.

The idea of having to actually talk about all of this made his stomach clench once more, but he couldn't think of anything that would get him out of it. "Ok, I'll just have breakfast and I'll see you at your office then." He answered.

"Very well I'll go tell Stan to take over lunch, you help yourself, there are some toasts, some scrambled eggs, orange juice and coffee." She said as she went up the stairs.

As he was having his breakfast, he kept having memories popping into his head. He could barely remember his father, though the few memories that came to him now were all happy, his dad picking him and Matt up from school, teaching him how to ride a bike, helping them make kites to take to the park... They were all nice memories and he was glad that he couldn't remember any of the times that he had seen his dad when the cancer had already begun to eat him away. Then there were the memories of his mom, which were mostly happy as well and then they turned into dreadful memories of the times he had spent worrying about her.

During the first years after his dad died, his mom had made everything she could think of to keep him and Matt happy. He could remember that the death of their father hadn't affected him as hardly as it did to Matt, most likely because being four years older he did have a better understanding of what had happened, and also because Matt had known their dad longer. Yet their mom did everything she could to help them have a normal life, she worked hard, yet she did spend enough time with them, she went to their school plays and helped them study. It all worked out pretty well, until she started drinking. In less then a year she drank her life away and died in a car crash that he could barely remember.

He started to think that maybe his mind had selectively repressed those memories, the ones of the night his mom crashed her car and died, and the memories of his dad fading slowly away because of his cancer. Still the worse memories that still haunted him in the present with vivid horrid images were the memories of Matt's death. No repressing those, they were still there coming to him every so often in his dreams and remembering him that those he had loved had left him one by one.

He suddenly realized that he had finished eating his food; he had certainly drifted off into his own world as it sometimes happened to him when such thoughts crowded his mind. He got up took the dirty plate, his glass and washed them in the sink. Then he started walking towards Luke's mom's office and started taking deep breaths as he approached it, he knocked on the door and heard no reply, so he opened it and went in. He stood at the doorway of the room and saw that the desk was placed in front of the window that was opposite to the door, at both sides of the desk were large bookcases filled with psychology and related subjects. And, finally right in the middle of the room was a large leather sofa, very comfy it seemed.

"Checking out the torture area?" Marla asked from behind him.

He turned around quickly and blushed when he saw she was standing behind him. "I'm sorry ma'am I didn't mean to barge into your office like this; I just thought you were here already." He quickly attempted to excuse himself.

"Honey, relax, I was kidding and I want you to know that I don't work like regular psychologists, I try to have a safer approach, you tell me what you want to share, if you don't want to say something then don't." She said as she walked around him and went to her desk. She opened a desk drawer and got a note pad out along with a pen; she gestured towards the sofa and dragged the desk chair in front of it.

He was about to sit on the sofa, but he stopped, walked back and closed the door. She chuckled at this and smiled as he finally sat down in front of her. "I'm sorry ma'am I just don't want to have anyone coming in." He said blushing as he rubbed his hands together nervously.

"I already told you to stop apologizing about such things," She said staring at him. He nodded and got a smile in return. "Now, I have to tell you that this won't be like those visits to therapists who ask you to tell the story of your life from your childhood and all. Because they normally do that either to try and score some more money making the patient spend more hours there or they do it to know the person's background and try to identify the source of a present problem."

"So, you're going to go straight ahead and ask me to talk about the deaths of my family?" Martin asked.

"Well, from what Luke told me, you have spent quite some time keeping a distance from you and other people and you have thought that people would not like you if they'd find out about your family," She looked at him and he nodded acknowledging her assessment. "To me this sounds as a frequent situation among people who lose several loved ones, especially in short times. The person tends to feel that they are alone and thus they keep others away, in some cases they do this because they believe that it is their responsibility to look after themselves without anyone's help. In other more extreme cases they do it because they believe they are not like other people and so they feel a disassociation from others." She stopped and took a deep breath, she looked at her notes and then looked up at him, slightly cocking her head to a side.

The gesture made a chill go up his spine, his mom would do the same when she was thinking, Luke's mom saw his expression and must have noticed something was wrong. "Honey, I want you to relax now, I want you to tell me which sort of patient do you think you are? The one that feels a need of independence? Or the one that believes there is no one else like them?" She asked.

He didn't need to think much about it, he knew he was the first one. "I know it was the first, I always thought I had to stand up for myself." He answered.

She smiled and nodded. "I am glad that you are able to point out what you think is your problem, in most cases patients don't like having a diagnosis presented to them, and this is usually a sign of a patient that still doesn't want to believe that there is anything wrong with them. By saying that, you have showed me that you do think there is something that we could work on, and that you want to work through your issues."

"Well, I can't deny it, and now that I have good friends I can't help but want to deal with it, they are the best friends I've had in a long time and I trust them enough to know that they are right about me needing help." He said as he smiled remembering all that Nate, Luke and Becca had done for, with and to him.

"You can't imagine how proud it makes me feel to hear you say something like that about my son, and his friends," She said smiling at him. "Now honey, let's talk a little bit about why it is that you felt like you had to be on your own." She said.

"Well if I had to guess I'd say it is because of my brother." He confessed.

"Your brother took care of you after your mother died, right?" She asked him.

"Yes, he was great, but then he started using drugs, I don't know if he realized that I knew of what he was doing, but I did notice, I found some white dust on his nightstand, I knew enough from movies I had seen to know what it was." He said as he scratched the top of his head.

"Well honey, I can imagine he had a lot of issues from your parents' deaths, and you have to remember he was older, he had a different view and part in all of what happened." She said.

"I know that, believe me, and he did give up the idea of going to college to stay with me and work, he was wonderful, but when he died, when he overdosed..." He choked up.

"Honey, take a deep breath..." She began to say.

"It's ok," He took a deep breath and sighed. "When he died I hated him so much..." She furrowed her brow and felt shocked to hear that. "He was all I had and still he started using drugs, he had told me a few years before that drugs and alcohol were bad when mom died, that they could destroy a person, and then he started using them and died because of it... He left me alone..." He said as a few tears started to fall down his cheeks.

She tried to speak, but she choked up, she took a deep breath and managed to speak. "It hadn't crossed my mind that you had felt that way dear, but I need to tell you that it is normal to feel that way and I need to remind you that when we truly love someone we tend to react in anger when they do something that directly hurts us."

He nodded. "I know that, but still I hated him so much for it, and for a while I kept thinking that I would do better than him, but after a while I just missed him... I missed him so much... And then I couldn't help but think that maybe he didn't love me..."

"How can you even think that?" She said letting her sudden anger take over, Martin looked up at her shocked. "I'm sorry honey, but I can't take this anymore..." She said as she pulled a picture out from her notepad, she looked at it as tears started welling in her eyes and then she handed the picture to Martin.

When he looked at the picture he felt his whole body go cold and a knot forming in his stomach. He was looking at his mother, he recognized her in the black dress she wore to her prom, and next to her was a woman that could have passed for her twin. He looked up and choked up trying to get the words out. "You knew her? Who are you?"

She nodded as tars kept streaming down her face. "She was my cousin, her mom and my mom they were twins, they looked identical and then when they married and had children your grandma had your mom, who looked just like her and my mom had me, and I looked just like her."

He couldn't believe this, his mom had a cousin and she never said anything to him about it. "But, why didn't I ever know of you? She never said anything..."

"Our moms hated each other, when they were young they always fought over men, who was the most beautiful one, they simply fought over everything. So you can imagine the shock and anger they both felt when they realized that your mom and I looked so much like each other." She said.

"So they didn't like each other, what does that have to do with the two of you?" He asked.

She chuckled despite her effort to remain serious. "It had everything to do with it, my mom always told me, that I was better looking then your mom, that I had been born first so I was better, and on and on, the same happened to your mom, your grandmother told her the same things, they always tried to set us against each other. But your mom and I never understood that and for many years we were best friends."

"No wonder mom used to say Grandma Katherine was a bitch." Martin said as he looked at his mother's smiling face in the picture as she held Luke's mom.

"Sounds like my dear Darla, even our names were alike, and their names too, Caroline and Katherine, Marla and Darla," She said as she wiped some tears from her face. "We managed to get away with being good friends for a long time, but when we were teenagers our moms caught us and then the only time when we could be together was when we were at school. And when senior year came our moms made our lives so hard that we decided to just drop it, we stopped hanging around each other a little bit after she started dating Jason."

"You knew my dad too?" He asked as he felt the tears threatening to come again.

"Oh yeah, I remember the day we met him, we were sitting at the dining hall having lunch and then a tall dark haired guy sat across from us and said --I can't believe that god would create such beauty and do it twice! I'm sorry to interrupt you girls but I had never seen such beautiful twins.-- People always thought we were twins, we told him our story and he was amazed to know that we weren't even siblings. Your mom was so quiet, I was the one that did most of the talking, but I noticed immediately that your mom liked him, she would glance at him repeatedly as we talked..." She stopped and covered her face with her hands, and then she took a deep breath and continued.

"The following weeks our moms even locked us up to try and keep us from seeing each other, they said we were devils for disrespecting them that way and so we made the decision. We would stop seeing each other so our moms would lay off on us, and so the day we decided that, I asked your mom to promise me that she would make a move on Jason... Then on prom night, they were already dating, and I had to get a picture taken with her, so first I looked for him and asked him to take a picture of the two of us. But I stopped him before he went to get her and I told him that he had to take care of her, and love her with all of his heart, or I would come get him and chop his balls off..." She smiled and laughed a bit.

"So you didn't see her after that night?" Martin asked her.

"Oh I did see her a couple of times, specially since I was going off to college in Cape Girardeau, and she was going to stay here and work. But after that we grew apart, and 'til this day I still regret that with all of my heart..." She started tearing up again. "Because when your dad died we barely managed to keep a conversation, we were so different... And then next thing I knew she died..."

When he saw her crying he felt an innate need to comfort her, he got up and then kneeled in front of her chair. He caressed her head and then she calmed a little bit. As she looked down at him she smiled. "Has anyone told you that you could pass for a male version of her?" She asked and let out a small laugh.

He smiled and nodded. "Matt said that dad had told him about how I resemble mom and he resembled dad."

"Oh yeah, Matt looked a lot like your dad," She said, he looked up at her and she nodded. "I went to your house after Darla died, you were at school or so Matt said. I told him the whole story, about how our moms had driven us apart and all, and he hated me instantly, he said I had no right to come into their place... Your place... After staying away from you for so long..." Martin looked down and she shook her head. "I offered my help, but he rejected it and asked me to leave the house and not come back. I understand how he felt; I mean I always asked myself, what if I had really tried to get closer when your dad died..."

"You can't blame yourself." Martin said. She looked up and her eyes went wide.

"Quite the therapist I am huh?" She asked as she smiled.

"Well, you're still human." He said trying to comfort her.

"Now, to the point I have wanted to reach since I begun, he loved you, Matt, he loved you more than anything in this world." She said. He looked up at her and closed his eyes as he listened. "The day I visited him I asked him about you and he said you were so strong, that you were trying very hard to keep going and that he was going to make sure nothing bad happened to you. He said he would work even though your parents left you well off, just because he wanted to make sure that you would have a good education...Honey, he loved you so much don't ever doubt that, he was probably hurting over your parents when he started doing drugs, but it never had anything to do with you." She said as she reached out and placed her hands on his cheeks.

He smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

"Why? I can't remember a session in which I've acted so badly as this one, I was supposed to help you and I ended up crying like a small girl..." He raised his hand signaling her to stop, so she did.

"You helped me more than you can even think, telling me so much about mom, dad and Matt, and besides now I know I still have family." He said.

"God, I have to tell Luke, he doesn't know, I've always been so ashamed to tell him about it..." She said.

"He'll handle it, he's great." Martin said.

"I'll tell him after lunch then," She said, then she looked him straight in the eye. "Honey, remember whenever you need anything and I mean anything..."

"You don't have to say it, I know aunt Marla..." He froze when he realized he had called her aunt.

She got wide eyed and looked as if she was about to start crying again. "Aunt Marla... god I already love you..." She said as she reached out and held him.

"Luke, could I borrow your car for a while?" Martin asked.

Luke looked at him wondering where he wanted to go but decided against asking him. "Sure, just remember we're leaving at five." He said as he dug the keys out of his pants pocket.

"Thanks, Nate, would you like to come with me, I sure could use the company." Martin said looking at Nate.

Nate looked at Luke and waited to see any protest from him, but Luke smiled and nodded at him. "Sure I guess."

"Luke's gotta talk to his mom anyways." Martin said.

"Uh-huh, I knew you know what's going on..." Luke said looking at him.

"Don't worry you'll love it, now come on let's go big guy." Martin said.

"Shouldn't we take Becca along?" Nate asked.

"Nah, she's busy drooling over my dad." Luke said and they laughed as they shook their heads while they left the room.

After ten minutes of driving Nate was still wondering about their destination and Martin still hadn't mentioned where it was that they were heading to. "That was Missouri University wasn't it?" He asked trying to start conversation.

"Yup, biggest university in Missouri, if you want to ask where we're going just ask, I know you've been itching to ask since we got on the car." Martin said smiling at him.

Nate smiled and nodded. "So where are we heading to?"

"Columbia's Cemetery." Martin said nonchalantly.

Nate went pale. "Martin, are you sure about this? I mean what happened during your session? Are you sure you can handle going there?" He kept asking.

"Luke is my second cousin." Martin said smiling.

Now he was shocked. "Cousin? How?"

"Aunt Marla was my mom's cousin, their moms were twins. From the moment I saw her I noticed how much she looked like my own mom, but I thought I was just imagining it." He said as they turned around a corner.

"Aunt Marla? So I take it you like the whole deal." Nate said smiling at him.

Martin returned the smile and nodded. "Well it's a nice thing to hear after thinking for years that I had no family you know."

"Don't you have your grandparents?" Nate asked.

"Pffft, they barely even notice I'm there when I go visit during breaks and they barely did when I lived there while I finished high school, they only took me in because they knew they could manage some of the money my parents left me as long as I wasn't eighteen." Martin answered.

"I'm sorry I didn't know they were like that." Nate apologized.

"It's ok; at least I had some company." He said.

"Wait; if your parents left you some money then do you really need to do the R.A. gig?" Nate asked.

"Not really, I just don't like having to explain the whole deal of my parents dying and the inheritance and shit, so I just do some school jobs and if anyone asks that's how I pay for school." He answered.

Nate's eyes went wide and he looked at Martin with shock all over his face. "Oh my god!" He said.

"What?" Martin asked him.

"You two are cousins and we... the three of us..." Nate said as he leaned back in his seat and covered his face with his hands.

Martin laughed a little at him, so Nate uncovered his face and glared at him. "Dude chill out, we didn't know that we were cousins when we did that and besides it's not like anyone's getting pregnant now is it?" He said.

"God, I bet Luke is gonna get a kick out of that one." Nate said.

"Yup, I bet he'll say he already tried incest or some stupid shit like that." Martin said laughing as he parked the car.

Nate looked outside and saw the entrance to the cemetery in front of them. "Are you sure you want to visit them?" He asked.

"Yeah, I actually just want to sort of talk to my brother." Martin answered.

Nate nodded and got out of the car, as did Martin. They started walking inside and he just followed Martin as he walked through the cemetery taking several turns and going deeper into it, until he stopped in front of a vault that had a plaque that read:

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