Reunion Pt. 01

"What's going on?" Steven asked noting the mood of the room.

"See for yourself," Dean said, pulling the tail of his shirt out of his pants giving his sister a peak at his developing abs as he headed towards his room to change. Camilla followed after him feeling her USB stick burning a hole in her pocket. Sucking in a gasp as she stood in his doorway looking upon his bare chest. She had seen far more muscle bound boys at her school, yet it seemed to her Dean was more focused on definition then those overbearing muscles she found unappealing.

"Fuck!" Camilla moaned inwardly how her carnal desire rose its ugly head.

"Something I can help you with?" Dean said stopping as his unbuckled belt hung limply against his leg.

"Umm... a few years ago, when you moved out, I kind of took over your room," Camilla said fidgeting how she felt so foolish standing there like that. Yet her heart hammered against her rib cage as he failed to cover himself. "I found the photo album that you hid," she said watching his eyes going wide, he had forgotten where he had hid it when he was eight. However, since then all he had to remember his mother were the items he had stored around his home. Over the years her image began to fade from his mind, as much as he tried to hold on to it, he thought he was failing her. "I'm sorry, but it was lost in the fire," Camilla said how her heart sank, seeing his body collapse onto his bed. His lip quivering as he came to grip with its loss. "Dean," Camilla said, tentatively approaching him, her hand resting on his forearm. How those eyes of his looked at her with such sadness. "I was hoping to give this to you," she said, pulling her gift from her pocket. "When you came to visit us but you never did," tearing up at the lost of the years they were apart. Placing the USB stick in his left hand her lips curled into a smile as he stared in awe of her gift. Walking over to his desk, lifting the lid of his laptop inserting it into the port. Cupping his mouth to contain his gasp as the window opened.

"Mama," Dean whispered his fingers ran down the screen. Tears streaked down his cheeks, he never thought he would ever see another image of her again. Camilla was taken back as she was wrapped in his arms, his hot tears soaking into her shirt. "Thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me," he said in a low whisper.

"I think I do," Camilla said, pulling him close her hand running along his back.

"What can I ever do to repay you for this?" Dean asked stepping back from her. A devilish light played across her hazel eyes wondering if he would give her what she wanted.

"I want a kiss and a date," Camilla said trying to keep her voice steady. "I mean a real kiss and a real date," she said gaining confidence in her plan.

"You want me to kiss you?" Dean asked confused by her statement.

"Yes, right here, right now," Camilla said, stepping closer to him. Looking up at his handsome face that she had pleasured herself to, she was glad he couldn't feel how nervous she was at that moment. The quick peck on her lips made her scowl as that wasn't what she wanted. Taking hold of the sides of his head looking into his eyes. "This... is how you kiss silly," she said teasingly before capturing his lips. Her tongue tracing along his lips, making his mouth open slightly allowing her exploring tongue access. The moan that filled her mouth was so delightful as she explored the warmth of his mouth. Feeling the heat forming in between her legs as she felt his tongue twisting around hers, then something else caught her attention something that she had hoped would respond to her. Pushing herself harder against his body feeling his growing rod pressing itself against her stomach. How she just wanted to drop to her knees and take that cock she had dreamt about into her mouth. However, she knew it had to wait, it had to be special, it had to be done right, so he wouldn't refute her.

"Mmmm," Camilla softly moaned as he pulled away. "See? That is how you kiss someone," she said, her eyes quickly flickered down seeing the growing bulge before returning to his face. A satisfied feeling washed over her, knowing she could make him aroused as much as he did her. "Now I'm expecting you Friday night say 8 and wear something nice," Camilla said smugly as she exited his room. Pressing her back against the wall of the living room, glad no one was around as she slid down to the floor. Her fingers tracing along her lips imprinting the feeling of his lips forever into her mind.

"Baby? Are you all right?" Anna asked as she left the kitchen as she had heard something strange from the living room. "Why are you sitting on the floor?" she asked, looking down at her daughter.

"I'm fine mom," Camilla said, smiling up at her. Anna didn't need to ask when she saw those satisfied eyes of her daughters, she knew something wonderful had just happened.

"Come and tell me everything while I prepare dinner," Anna said helping her daughter to her feet. "Wait! Stop! What do you mean you saved something for him?" she asked when her daughter became vague of what brought it all about. Watching as Camilla opened the cabinet taking out a chipped navy blue mug.

"Mom? What does this mug mean to you?" Anna looked at her in confusion it meant nothing to her, she would have tossed the damaged mug away and replaced it with a new one. "Mom to Dean this mug represents the last time his mother drank her coffee, of the joy he saw in her eyes every morning when he would run into the kitchen in the mornings. Every single item he had stored in his room while he lived with us meant something different to him at least that's what I think when I lookeded at the photos every day," Camilla said, her mind was in a state of bliss.

"So? What happened to them?" Anna asked curious wondering if this was the cause of her daughter's radiating glow.

"They were caught in the fire but I gave him the digital copies I had made long ago."

"And what happened then?" Anna asked, setting down the knife on the cutting board.

"We kissed," Camilla whispered her auburn hair hiding her reddening cheeks.

"I take it was enjoyable," Anna said, arching an eyebrow seeing her widening smile.

"Very," Camilla said tilting her head back. "He was so hard, I can still feel it pressing against me." Anna bit her lip holding her tongue as the front door opened.

"We're back," Steven called out. Anna sighed, she wanted to continue their conversation, yet that would have to be put on hold for the moment as she saw movement from Dean's room. Her eyes flickered down seeing the slight bulge of his softening cock. Wondering how big he had become since the little boy she helped raised.

"Dinner should be ready in 30," Anna said, smiling at him as he entered the kitchen. Watching his gaze that was fixated on the mug that sat on the counter. She began to wonder if any of her children would view the items she would leave behind with as much longing she saw in her stepson as he looked upon that chipped mug. Then she saw the glistening of his eyes as his memory flared to life. "Baby, I know you miss her very much," she said the back of her fingers brushing along his cheek. "Let's put this back where it belongs, we wouldn't want it to get broken," Anna said, knowing that in the morning that would be the mug she would be using. Not to replace the image of his mother, but to have him see her as the mother she longed to be.

"Well, the patch should be dry in a few days," Steven said entering the kitchen, which to Dean, felt too cramped at the moment. "I'll pick some paint swatches on my way home," he said grabbing a beer out of the refrigerator.

"Man, my knees are killing me," Mark groaned as he joined them. His hands, face and hair were speckled in the dried drywall mud.

"Next time, don't throw crap in my house," Dean said pushing passed him. Something was weird about them, something that he just couldn't put his finger on. His mind knew it was wrong to get aroused as his sister kissed him, yet as her braless clad breasts pressed into his chest. He just couldn't help but wonder if they were as soft as they felt through her shirt. Reclining in his chair that his father had commandeered earlier that morning. He hoped that the TV would help clear his mind of the conflicting thoughts he was having for his well developed sister. Or at least it would have worked if Camilla hadn't joined him in the living room.

"Mind if I join you?" Camilla whispered softly into his ear.

"No," Dean said thinking she would sit down on the couch. Yet he was stunned when she slid over the arm rest and into his lap. Wrapping his left arm around her as she rested against his chest, allowing his hand to rest slightly above her mound.

"Dean, I can't wait till Friday, do you mind if we go to the Rock House?" Camilla said nuzzling his neck. Smirking, feeling the stirring of his rod underneath her as her hand ran down his chest. "You don't know how long I thought about you brother," she cooed, moving his hand to her awaiting entrance. She wanted him to feel her heat, she wanted him to know how much he excited her. "Can't you feel how my body wants you?" Camilla began to shiver as his fingers moved of their own. Finding her tight button through her jeans.

"Don't stop," she softly moaned smiling, seeing her mother standing silently in the dining room watching them. A smile and a nod were the only thing that she gave any indication that she knew what she was doing at the moment. "Dean can I touch you?" Camilla asked yet she didn't wait for his answer before her hand slipped in between the slit of his pajamas. Her fingers wrapping around his growing member, Dean moaned softly as her hand moved in slow, soft strok's. "Touch my tits Dean," she said taking his free hand slipping it under the hem of her shirt. "Yes that's it... play with my nipples," Camilla groaned feeling his and her own orgasms approaching. Cupping her hand around his head to catch as much as his cum as she could. Tossing her head back. moaning as his fingers pinched her throbbing clit. "That's it baby, feel my pussy as it cums for you," she said as her womb sent pulsating waves throughout her canal. Bringing her hand to her mouth she needed to know how sweet his cum tasted on her tongue.

"Mmm yummy," Camilla said, after running her tongue through her prize. Keeping her hand steady as she slid off his lap she knew her mother would want to have a taste. "See you Friday," she said, with a wink before leaving her bewildered brother stunned in his chair. Smiling when she saw her mother was waiting for her in her room. "I assumed you would be here," Camilla said, holding out her left hand offering his seed to her. Anna wasted no time licking Camilla's cum covered palm clean.

"God he tastes so good," Anna moaned as her eyes fluttered as she licked her lips. Savoring the taste of her stepson as it lingered upon her tongue.

"I know! I can't wait till Friday," Camilla said in a sinister light as she undid her pants. She wanted to plunge her fingers deep into her twat so her womanhood would know the feeling of his seed. Squeezing her breasts as her fingers danced along her lips, biting her lip as her mother's hot breath flowed over her clit.

"Let mommy taste her darling girl," Anna said before her mouth clamped over her mound.

"Yes! Eat me! Taste my hungry cunt," Camilla hissed pressing her mother's head against her snatch. Grinding her hips on her mother's tongue as it penetrated her channel.

"Are you going to fuck your brother with this lovely pussy?" Anna asked looking up at her daughter, her juices running down her chin as she rubbed vigorously on her clit. "Are you going to let him stick that hard cock of his deep inside this hot box?" she asked thrusting two fingers into her mound.

"Uhhhhggg fuuuucck," where the only words Camilla could utter as her mother had found her g-spot.

"You didn't answer me baby," Anna said smiling mischievously as her fingers massaged her folds while her thumb rubbed her engorged clit. "How big was he?" she asked not giving her daughter a chance to recover.

"Yes, I'm going to stick that eight inch cock deep within me," Camilla pleaded for release as her muscle's trembled.

"He's that big?" Anna asked her eye's burning with unrequited lust. She thought about how his cock would feel deep inside of her. While her husband and son had perfectly good lengths... the extra two inches would be blissful.

"Yes mommy," Camilla said squealing as her womb flooded her channel coating her mother's fingers in her cream.

"Well then... I'm just going to have to see this cock for myself," Anna said licking her finger's clean.

Dean stood under the torrent of his shower, his mind going a million miles an hour as the water poured down his back. His mind just couldn't get past what happened yesterday, his dreams had been filled of his sister's naked body. Her face contorted in pleasure as he rammed his cock deep inside her cunt. Dean couldn't help but feel his cock lurch at the thought of hearing his sister scream out his name as she came upon his tool. Looking at his hand remembering the softness of her firm tit as he teased her nipple. It wasn't long before Dean stood at full mast as his sister came on his fingers. Dean didn't hear his bathroom door open nor did he feel a par of green eye's drinking in the sight of his bobbing cock as he dried his face.

"Sorry Dean, I didn't know you were in here," Anna said blushing looking away knowing her daughter hadn't lied. "I hoped I could use your bathroom since your father is in ours."

"Oh," Dean said quickly wrapping his towel around his waist.

"Thanks," Anna said hugging him filling his cock pressing against her womanhood. Anna had to fight herself from ripping the towel from his body and rubbing that hard cock of his along her lips before she placed it where it belonged. "I'll cook you breakfast once I'm out," she said as she shut the door.

"You don't have to," Dean said as he quickly dried himself. What was wrong with him? He couldn't remember when he's been this hard. He desperately wanted to release the tension in his cock, yet with Anna in the bathroom he didn't want her to hear his moans. Unaware that she was spying from the crack of the door watching as his cock bounced with every step. Her finger's quickly found themselves between her legs rubbing her clit she couldn't believe how wet she was.

"I want to Dean," Anna said, biting her lip to keep her moan from escaping her lips as she watched as his cock lurched at her voice. "Come here baby... let mommy suck that big cock of yours," she muttered under her breath as her orgasm washed over her. "You decent?" Anna asked as she flushed the toilet to make him believe she was doing her business. Smiling wickedly watching him dig frantically through his drawers. Covering her eyes with her hand yet leaving enough of a gap so she could imprint his cock onto her mind.

As Dean entered the dining room, there was a steaming plate of eggs and bacon with two slices of toast that awaited him. Yet the plate wasn't in the spot where he normally sat when he had his breakfast. The plate sat facing the kitchen which was Anna's plan so he could watch her as she got the others ready for the upcoming day.

"Sit down baby, before it gets cold," Anna said standing with her back to him hoping he was watching her ass shake. As she stirred the eggs once they were done placing the pan in the oven to keep warm until the others were up. Briefly looking over her shoulder as she grabbed the chipped mug from the cabinet, her hair hid her smile as Dean watched as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I hope the eggs were to your liking sweetheart," Anna said sitting down across from him. Crossing her legs underneath the table, feeling how wet her lips still were, she needed something hard sliding through them. Watching how his eyes stayed on her as she slipped her coffee. "Something wrong Dean?" Anna asked as she peered over the rim of her mug.

"Is there a reason you're drinking from that mug," Dean asked his mind superimposing his mother's image over her body. Sucking in a gasp as her foot rubbed his groin beneath the table. Dean hadn't taken care of his throbbing member before he left his room, there just wasn't enough time to take care of his heated rod. Biting down on the piece of toast trying not to soil his pants in the process.

"Something wrong baby?" Anna asked with a smirk. Watching the shaking of his fork as her toes danced along the length of his shaft. "Surely you can't be nervous talking to me? Not after how you spoke so passionately yesterday," she said, feeling her nipples poking against her robe. "Now you'd better be off," Anna said, taking his plate from him, making sure he watched as her ass swayed as she entered the kitchen.

"So?" Steven said entering the kitchen after Dean had left for work. "Teasing the boy so early?" he said kissing down her neck while pulling up her robe.

"Did that get you hard honey?" Anna cooed as she bent over the sink. Imagining Dean's cock sliding into her hot cunt as she felt her ass jiggle with each of his thrusts. Yet it was nowhere pleasing to her as she felt his sperm shooting into her only after five minutes of his frantic pumping. Spreading her ass cheeks to study his handy work before spanking her ass. It was one of the reasons she had started all of this so she could still be faithful to her husband, while getting what she needed.

"I have to admit, the boy does have good taste in coffee. Ask him what kind he buys so when we leave we won't be starving for it?" Steven asked as he headed towards the living room with a mug in his hand. Unaware of the dissatisfied look on his wife's face, walking into Dean's bathroom, cleaning the spunk from her folds in disgust. She needed release and there was only one person that could give her what she needed. Opening his medicine cabinet looking for anything that could resemble the size of his cock. Then she saw his can of old spice body spray, taking the can, sitting on his sink, her leg's spread as she began to rub the bottom of the can along her lips.

"Oh Dean," Anna moaned softly, so not to alert her husband. Biting her lip as the first inch slipped inside her wet channel. "Fuck me Dean," she said pushing the can deeper into her snatch. "That's it baby, make your mama feel good, ram that cock deep into her dirty cunt," arching her back, pinching her nipples as her juices coated the makeshift cock. "Yes, yes that's it baby," Anna said giving into the pleasure the can was giving her. "Make your mother's dirty hungry cunt cum on that hard cock," she moaned watching her cunt squirt landing on the wall in front of her. Licking the can clean so Dean wouldn't know what she had just used it for, eyeing the puddle that had formed on the counter. Amused with herself with just the thought of her stepson's cock made her leak like a faucet.

Dean's mind couldn't focus on his work as he replayed those two strange events in his mind. Yet he needed to appear busy, just encase his boss came by, which she normally did once a week at odd times. Never giving him a chance to dawdle, while there were plenty of other things to keep him occupied.

"Hello," Dean said answering his phone as he ran anti virus scan through the billing departments system's.

"Soon... we are going to fuck!" Dean held the phone away from his ear looking at the caller ID, yet it read blocked call, scowling as he returned it to his ear.

"Who the hell is this?" Dean growled into the phone.

"An admirer of that fine cock of yours," the unknown female caller said. "I can't wait to get that nice hard dick in between my lips. Feeling my tongue circling that bulbous head, licking up that precum as it leaks out of your balls." Dean's heart raced as he heard the lust in the woman's voice. Adjusting himself as his cock strained the fabric of his dress pants. "Shoving that hard cock deep inside my hungry twat, squeezing it, milking it until you shoot that nice hot load deep into my womb!" Then as abruptly as the call began, Dean was left with a hard on and a dial tune.