REUNION

Dean's phone vibrated and rang violently on the night stand beside his king size bed. Lethargically rolling over, his half opened brown eyes looking at the time, which read 12:30 in the morning. Cursing anyone that would dare call him at such a late hour when they knew he had to be up in another four and a half hours for work. His hand landed heavily on his iPhone 6s as it slowly crawled across the wooden surface.

"There had better be a good damn reason for waking me in the middle of the damn night," Dean growled into his phone.

"Son?" his father's voice came over the line. Instantly Dean was fully awake. Since he had moved out when he was eighteen they had hardly spoken to one another, due to his choice of marrying the woman he had been cheating with when his mother was still alive. Six month's hadn't even passed since her death when he told his six year old son that she was going to be his new mother. Ever since then, while Dean was sure she was a lovely woman, to Dean she was the enemy to his mother's memory.

"Yeah? What is it that couldn't wait till I awoke in another four hours?" Dean asked growing irate at his father.

"There's been a fire. The house is a total loss," Steven said, his attention diverted by whom Dean could only guess were the kids he had with her. To Dean, they to were the enemy too, it wasn't long after his father brought the woman into their home that the traces of his mother started to disappear. Before she could remove any more of his precious memories of his loving mother, Dean had hoarded what he could in his room. Whenever she or his father tried to remove anything from his room, it was swiftly saved from the rubbish and returned to its proper place. When Dean grew into adulthood, standing his ground, defying them as much as he could when they thought to erase his mother. "I know we haven't talked in six years but I was wondering if we could stay with you until the investigation was done, and for the insurance company to write a check for what we lost tonight."

"You know that is why hotels were invented," Dean said not eager to have anyone of them in his house. A house that he had bought dirt cheap during the housing crisis and he wasn't fond of having them defile his sanctuary.

"That's the thing Dean... we are already here," Steven said, knocking on his front door.

"Fuck!" Dean cursed as he ended the call, wondering how his father knew where he lived. Smacking his forehead, knowing all his father had to do was run his name and social security number through whatever his father used when he was at his precinct to get his address. Throwing on his pajama bottoms that lined his floor, grumbling as he walked through his darkened house. Dean could smell the smoke that clung to them as he opened the door. Holding the door open for them as they filed into his warm home.

"Thanks..." His father began to say before Dean cut him off.

"The spare bedrooms are back there," Dean said pointing towards the other side of the house. "You will have to share a bathroom though," his voice drifted down the hall as he walked back to his room.

His alarm blared in his ear angrily, rolling out of bed knowing the day was going to be draining on his sleep depraved body. Hot water cascaded down his body dislodging the lingering cobwebs of his slumber from his mind. Dean hoped they wouldn't take too long to close whatever investigation they had to do to ensure it wasn't arson. Taking care of his daily routine after he left the warmth of his shower. Dressing in a white dress shirt and black dress pants as he got ready to head into work. Eager for the ten hours he would be away from them, then the thought occurred to him about what they would do while he was gone.

Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Dean's ears perked when he heard the faint sounds of moaning coming from the other side of his house. Setting down his cereal box as his stepmother entered his kitchen. Eyeing the floral robe, noting the price tag that was still attached to the sleeve. Watching her as she moved around the kitchen as he sat down to his breakfast.

"Thanks for making the coffee, Dean," Anna said, pouring the steaming liquid into the mug in her hand. Her green eyes falling on her stepson as he remained silent, watching as he scrolled through his e-mail as he slowly chewed his food. "So how has life been for you?" she asked trying to make small talk. Yet as those eyes flickered over to her, she knew there was never going to be a chance to grow close. "Obviously you're doing well for yourself, given the state of this house," Anna said slipping her coffee while looking around taking in his home. "So? What exactly do you do for a living that has you up so early?"

"IT manager," Dean said not bothering to look up from his phone.

"I thought I smelled coffee," Steven said walking sleepily into the kitchen. Smiling warmly at his wife as she handed him a fresh cup. "Dean, I want to thank you for letting us stay," he said as he poured a few teaspoons of milk into his coffee. "God that's good," Steven groaned as his wife nodding in agreement. "So, while we are here, we thought if there's anything you need done around here, just let us know."

"Uh huh," Dean said after draining the last of the milk from the bowl. There wasn't much that needed fixing and he was damned if he was ever going to ask them for help with that. Dean would rather pay someone to come in a fix the problem then relaying on them. He felt their eyes on him as he cleared off the table, washed his bowl and drifted back to his room to retrieve his briefcase.

"Dean," Anna said as she stood in the doorway to his bedroom. Nodding in approval of the orderly state of the room. "I was wondering... if you don't mind if I did the shopping, seeing how you live like a single man normally does," she said, smiling warmly at him.

"Fine," Dean sighed tilting his head back, praying to whomever was listening for strength to survive this ordeal.

"Now, let me have a look at you," Anna said, as his briefcase slid off his desk. Her hands running along his shoulders, down his arms noting how he had filled out since he moved out. Pulling him in for a hug, her hands running down his back, frowning when his arms remained at his side. Watching him leave, closing his door behind her, wondering if they should bring Dean into their special little secret. "Dean? When will you be home so we all can sit down for a family dinner," Anna asked as his coat slid over his shoulders.

"Don't bother, I'll just grab something on the way home."

"Now, Dean that's not very becoming of you," his father said making himself at home in his recliner. The remote to his 60' flat screen in his hand, to Dean it appeared his father wouldn't be heading into work.

"4:30," Dean said closing the door behind him.

"Honey? What are we going to do? I don't think he will let us stay here forever," Anna said lowering herself into her husband's lap.

"I don't know dear for now we need to keep that from him. I doubt he would approve of our life style," Steven said his hand rubbing the small of her back.

"But what if we brought him into to it?" Anna said playing with his salt and pepper hair.

"Brought who into what?" Camilla asked as she entered the living room rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her auburn curly hair askew from her fitful rest, her hazel eyes taking in the strange surroundings realizing where she was at. "Oh, right, the brother that doesn't want anything to do with us," she said with a hint of scorn. When Dean was still living with them she always watched him, silently falling for her brother that protected the memory of his mother when no one else did. While at the time, she didn't understand why he cared so much about things that to her seem so trivial. She had moved into his room drinking in his scent that still lingered in his room. Rearranging the room to her liking that was when she had found the photo album that he had hidden away. Flipping through the book, a woman she never seen before filled the photos, Camilla ran her fingers over the woman's face. Thinking how beautiful his mother was, then seeing the object's that were within her possession. She gasped, finally realizing why those odd trinkets meant so much to him. They were the last connection he had of the woman that brought him into the world.

A single tear ran down her cheek, falling onto the plastic covering that protected the pictures. Wondering how his own parent, couldn't even see that. It wasn't until later that she had learned of her father's indiscretion with her mother. Thinking back, no wonder she always saw the hate in his eyes as they took over the home that once radiated his mother's warmth. Camilla had scanned the photo's into her computer loading them onto a USB stick. Always keeping it with her thinking if he ever showed up she would have presented him with her gift. Now that they were there within his own home feeling those old emotions resurfacing. Camilla wondered how he would react when she handed him the jump drive.

"What time is it?" her brother said groggily as he walked into the living room in only his boxers.

"Almost six," Anna said rising from her husband's lap noting the scratches she had given him the night before. "Mark? You can't walk around like that any more... we are guesst here, so when I go shopping, I'll pick you up some pajamas."

"Ah, come on mom, I'm sure Dean doesn't care," Mark huffed crossing his arm's across his chest.

"Your mother is right son, we have already seen how he reacted to us being here this morning," Steven said, palming his daughter's ass. His middle finger running along her cotton panties that covered her slit. "So, let us try to not encroach upon your brother any more than we already have."

"Now, I'll see what I can find to make us some breakfast before your father takes you to school," Anna said, smiling at their combined groans.

Dean leaned back in his chair, waiting for the server to update before he could install the new software for the law firm he worked for. Looking over at the clock, his stomach rumbled knowing it was lunch time. Looking at the time left before the update was complete, his mind ran through the list of restaurant's that was in walking distance to the firm. Dean didn't like driving in the city unless it was coming or going from his place of work. He didn't trust the peoples driving habits that zoomed through the streets of the city. Just as he settled on the Mexican restaurant down the street, a knock came upon his office door. As he looked up there stood his stepmother in the doorway wearing a yellow sundress with yellow silk stockings, and four inch yellow pumps. In her right hand she held a drink tray, and a brown plastic bag in the other. Seeing the name of the local sub shop written across the bag.

"Hello Dean," Anna said smiling motherly at him. A single strand of her auburn hair hung down along her cheek that had escaped the french braid. "I thought, since you didn't pack a lunch, we could eat together since I was out shopping to replace the clothes we lost."

"Wait! Wow did you know..." Dean said, catching himself. "Let me guess... my father," he said with a sneer.

"Yes, he told me," Anna said, pondering how she could break through that hate of his. "Dean, why do you hate us so much?" she asked softly setting down their food on his desk.

"I think you know why."

"No, I don't, please I want to know," Anna said setting his food and drink before him.

"If it wasn't for you, my mother would still be alive," Dean said darkly pushing aside his food. "She wouldn't have been out that night looking for the two timing husband that was sleeping around on his wife. She wouldn't have been on the road looking for the man she thought loved her, but no her fate was sealed when her car was struck by a drunk driver. Then I wouldn't have to see a woman erasing her from a home she had no right to be in, and a father that cared nothing about how his own son felt marrying that said woman only months after her death." Anna's lip trembled as his unsaid anger laced his words.

"I had no idea you felt like that Dean," Anna whispered reaching across his desk yet watching as he pulled away. "You think I don't know if I hadn't called your father that night she would still be alive. It wasn't your father that wanted to marry so soon. I was the one that told him that a boy your age needed someone to be there for him. Thinking I was doing the right thing to remove the items that I knew would cause you grief baby. I just didn't know that it would make you feel this way towards us. Knowing I could never replace her but my guilt of how she died, I had to try to be a mother to the son she left behind," Anna said tears glistening in her green eyes. "Maybe it would be a good idea if we just went to a hotel until we can sort this out." Dean mauled over what she had just said. Was she telling the truth? Were her words genuine? Were those tears real?

"Why? You're already there, what would be the point?" Dean said shrugging his shoulders. Grabbing the sub she had brought him, noticing how her eyes lit up at the gesture.

"So I was thinking we could have a pork roast for dinner," Anna said watching as he tossed the wrapper into the waste-basket underneath his desk.

"That would be fine," Dean said as the server began its restart sequence. Rolling back grabbing the cardboard box that contained the firms new software for the accounting department.

"Dean? Is it just you in here?" Anna asked her cheeks sucked in as she drew upon the straw. Giving him a preview of how she looked when she had a nice hard tool in her mouth.

"Yes, but I don't mind," Dean said, over the noise as he opened the box. Anna's eyes ran down his back as he stood at the servers mainframe, tapping away on the built-in keyboard as the disk spun rapidly. Biting her lip as his dress pants contoured to his well defined ass. Wondering just how often did he work out, her mind working out a plan to join him during one of his sessions.

"So Dean... I see you keep yourself fit," Anna cooed. "You wouldn't mind if I went with you sometime?"

"Well," Dean said tilting his head to the side. "Maybe... then they would tone down the flirting but I doubt it."

"I see," Anna said amused at the thought her boy was turning heads. "I take it there are more women then men at this gym?"

"More than I thought there was when I joined it," Dean said sliding the keyboard back into the mainframe, unaware of the lustful gaze his stepmother burned into his back. Anna watched his hand's move across the keyboard as his eyes scanned down the lines of code.

"Well, I'll let you get back to work," Anna said rising from her chair. "Thank you for talking to me, I'm sorry it took so long to finally talk about that night," she said leaning over the back of his chair. Allowing his head to rest between her breast as her arms draped down his chest. "You know your father and I love you very much," Anna said, her cheek brushed against his as her fingers teased his shirt, feeling his hard body beneath them. "Well, I'll see when you get home," she said, placing a kiss on his cheek. Moaning inwardly as her hands ran up his well defined chest. She loved her husband and her son they were fantastic lovers, yet Steven had let himself go since he made lead detective, and her son was more of a nerd to into his computer than his body. She couldn't wait to finally have a hard body underneath her once again.

Anna paced around the house as Camilla lounged on the couch while Mark worked on his laptop. Seeing how much damage was done while they fled from their home. She had spent the afternoon cleaning his house though all it really needed was a good dusting in the rooms that had long since been dormant. Anna loved her old home, however, she found herself enjoying the open space of Dean's home. Even if the room she and Steven had taken wasn't as large as she would have liked, yet she knew that eventually she would be sharing that master bedroom of his. She had bought just the right gym outfit after she had left him at lunch with that thought in mind.

"Mom relax," Camilla said, looking over the back of the couch as her mother paced. "I'm sure Dean will be home soon," her heart leaped as the sound of a car door closed. She had dressed in clothes that would compliment her curves without being too slutty, she didn't want her brother see her in that light, at least not yet. Biting her lip as the door handle began to turn, she had been half asleep when they got to his place and he was gone when she had woken up. The afternoon sun highlighted his body as he entered, her eyes just couldn't get enough of the man he had turned into. Gone was the acne that had plagued him when he was a teenager, no longer was he that scrawny boy she had fallen in love with. Her eyes roaming over his body as he hanged his coat by the door, her mouth watered as she got a good look at his ass, she had thought her mother had lied to her. "Hello Dean," Camilla said, rising from the couch. She wanted him to see how well she had developed since he had left six years ago. Feeling her skin heat as those soft brown eyes took in her adult body.

"Camilla... my I bet you have beat the guys off of you," Dean said his eyes running down her body. The last time he had seen his half sister she had been a flat chested preteen that hanged out far too much in his room. Her DD breasts strained her soft pink t-shirt, allowing her mid drift to show whenever she moved. Her low cut jeans hugged her alluring hips, her lacy blue thong peeked over the top of her jeans as she walked around the couch.

"I missed you so much," Camilla whispered into his ear as she hugged him tightly. Feeling her nipples harden as she held the man she had fantasized throughout her adolescence. Hoping he could feel how well her breasts felt as they pressed against his chest. Smiling as she rested her cheek against him as he returned her hug.

"Fuck!" Dean heard someone yell from the other side of the house.

"Mark? What's wrong?" Anna called out to him from the entrance to the hallway.

"Oh nothing... just that I now have a three pound paperweight," Mark said tossing his laptop out of his room smashing it against the wall.

"Hey! Watch what you throw in my house," Dean growled, fuming when he saw the hole in the drywall.

"Get that ass out here right now!" Anna screamed at her son when she to saw the damage his anger had caused. Mark exited his room with an aloof look plastered across his face until he saw his half brother. His adams apple bobbed up and down as he saw the fire burning within those brown eyes. "Just what the hell were you thinking tossing that computer of yours against the wall huh? Do you expect your brother to pay for the damage that you caused to his home that he's allowing us to stay in?" Anna screaming inches away from his face. "No, once dinner is over you and your father will head to Home Depo and buy the things that you will need to repair it. And don't expect that we are going to pay for it, you are, however much it will cost, will come out of your allowance."

"What!" Mark said aghast at the thought. How did she expect him to fix something he had no clue on how to repair.

"Oh, you'll fix it all right, you alone, your father will see that you do it right. Now don't you have something to say to your brother," Anna said, stepping out of the way.

"Sorry," the smack across the back of his head made even Dean wince. "I'm sorry that my anger got the better of me," Mark said hanging his head.

"You fix the hole, we'll call it even, so tell just what kind of laptop would cause you toss it against my wall?"

"Asus-ROG," Mark moaned in despair.

"Ah yeah, I'd be pissed too," Dean said nodding his condolence at the loss of a high end gaming laptop. Tapping his chin thinking that his old one could be better, if not on par with the one he lost. He was about to tell his brother that when his father walked through the door.

"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.

"Hello Dean," his boss said standing in the doorway. Her brunette hair fell along her shoulders, her thousand dollar suit did little to hide her bosom. Then again Dean thought all she had to do was button the top three buttons to hide those lovely orbs. Which she normally did around the office except around him, he just couldn't fathom why. He had figured a woman as fine as her wouldn't have trouble finding someone to relieve her itch. "I was hoping you would be able to find out why my laptop was running so slow," she said watching as he rolled under his desk.

"Sure Ms. Edwards, shouldn't be a problem," Dean said trying to calm his body down so that, his boss wouldn't see his hard on that was raging war within his boxers.

"Dean? How many times do I have to tell you to call me Suzie when we are alone?" she asked, placing her laptop on his desk. She knew why it was running slow, visiting porn sites, downloading movies to her hard drive just to have a reason to come down to his office. Knowing how isolated he was from the rest of her firm, she would finally have what she wanted. Leaning over his desk, knowing how her breasts strained the fabric of her shirt, allowing his gaze to be drawn to her body. "Dean is something wrong?" Suzie asked noticing his flushed face.

"Just a weird phone call," Dean said, looking up, catching a view of those tantalizing breasts as he booted up her laptop. How he needed to move his cock to a less obvious place, yet it appeared she wasn't going to leave any time soon. "Well, I can see why it's running slow," Dean said, with a sly smirk noting the numerous adult websites.

"Oh? Let me see?" Suzie said, walking around his desk. "I see," she said chewing her lip as her hand squeezed his shoulder. Her eyes darting down, seeing the tent that had formed in his pants. "Hope this doesn't make you think any less of me Dean," Suzie said with pouty lips.

"Nah, it just makes you human," Dean said inserting his flash drive into her laptop running the anti virus scan along with a porn scrubber. "If you give me fifteen minutes, I should have you up to speed."

"Good, that gives you time to work on something else," Suzie said, pulling him out from under his desk. "I've been thinking about this for a long time Dean," she said tossing her jacket onto the chair across the room. "Ever since the woman's bathroom was flooded forcing me to use the men's room. Seeing that cock of yours... I knew I had to have it," Suzie said, leaning forward, her fingers teasing the tip of his tool. "It's a shame to let this fine piece remain covered," smiling seductively as his zipper yielded to her hunger. Licking her lips as his cock sprung free from the confines of his underwear. "Mmm, my that is a fine cock you have Dean," Suzie said, unzipping her skirt stepping out of it as it pooled around her feet.

"Don't you like my pussy Dean?" Suzie said, standing in front of him in only a black garter belt and her dress shirt. Dean's eyes were drawn to the diamond shaped pubic hair that hovered just above her clit. "Have a taste," she said running her finger across his tongue. "Now, we don't have time for a proper fucking so get that cock up here and shove into my cunt," Suzie said, turning around bracing herself against the desk. "God... it's bigger then I thought," she said in a groan of pleasure as Dean's head began to stretch her open. "Stop give me a second to grow use to it," Suzie said reaching back gripping his hip.

"Fuck you're tight," Dean said through clenched teeth. How he wanted to ram the last two inches into her, yet it seemed to him she hadn't had anyone this deep in a very long time.

"I know baby, now shove the rest of that cock into me!" Howling as his balls slapped her clit as her twat swallowed all eight inches of Dean's cock. "God you're so deep, don't stop fucking me," Suzie moaned her nails dragged along the desktop. Sweat beaded along his brow as Dean watched as his cock glide in and out with each thrust of his hips. Dean knew he wouldn't last long as Suzie clamped down on his penetrating rod, her vaginal muscles squeezed him for dear life. "Yes, yes, fuck yes!" Suzie screamed her juices exploding out around his cock soaking his balls. "Now, shoot that hot load deep into my pussy," Suzie begged as she collapsed onto his desk. Whimpering as she felt the head of his cock poking at the entrance to her womb. "That's it baby fill that starving womb with that delicious baby juice," she cooed as his hot seed flooded her cunt. Dean slumped back into his chair, he and his cock spent, breathing heavily watching as his handy work oozed out of his boss. "Now... I can't have my favorite worker walking around with a soiled cock," Suzie grinned devilishly before engulfing his deflating rod into her greedy mouth.

"Now... I expect you to see more of me now that I had a taste of that orgasmic tool of yours," Suzie said, taking her laptop from the desk. Disappearing back to her office wondering how her web cam recorded their encounter.

Anna had heard the moans and screams as she stood behind the corner, wishing that it was her that was getting fucked by that cock of his. How her jealously roared as the woman moaned, and moaned to no end as she could only assume that Dean was stuffing her to the brim. Her cunt quivered yearning to have that same feeling as she heard coming from that room. Setting down their food she had brought him she wasn't the only one that could play dirty. Smiling wickedly as she unclasped her bra, wiggling out of her panties loving how the warm air flowed over her moist lips. Pinching her nipples making sure they clearly visible to his awaiting eyes. Pulling out the burner phone from her handbag as she stuffed her undergarments into her bag.

"Hello," Anna heard him answer from his office.

"That was quite the performance Mr. you know how wet that made me and how jealous I am that you didn't stuff that cock into me. But you drilled that slut without a second thought of how much I hunger for it!"

"You know what then why don't you just walk in here and take her spot seeing how you're spying on me!" Anna bit her lip, her body trembling at the forcefulness of his words. "So what's going to be either you come in here and suck my cock or you stop calling me?" Smiling cutting off her phone now that he had given her permission she was going to do just that. Walking into his office without a word, kicking his door closed with the heel of her foot. Locking it to ensure she wouldn't be interrupted from what she was about to do. Dean just looked at her in confusion as she kicked off her heels before setting the bag onto his desk. Spinning his chair around as she sank to her knees, Dean was too in shock to offer any resistance as his stepmother worked his cock free from his pants.

"What are you..." Dean tossed his head back as his stepmother bobbed upon his knob.

"What do you think I'm doing baby? I'm sucking this magnificent cock that you ordered me to," Anna said seductively rubbing his hardening rod along her lips. Her hand gliding along his length as her tongue teased the tip of his head. "Do you like how mama sucks her boy's cock?" she asked fondling his testicles. He didn't need to answer his cock did that for him as it continued to grow in her mouth. "God... you're so big baby," Anna said, hungrily gazing at the cock in her hand. "Now what was that you told me to do?" she said mischievously. "Ah, yes! Take the spot of that slut you just fucked," her green eyes flashed dangerously. "That's not what I'm going to do," Anna said rising from her position. "See how wet I am just thinking about you fucking my horny pussy Dean?" she said, straddling his lap, rubbing his head along her dripping lips. Anna's body shuddered as she inched herself down on his twitching cock. Moaning as his girth continued to spread her open, filling her like she hadn't been before she married Steven. "You didn't get this cock from your dad," she said slowly riding his rod. Her nails digging into his shoulder as her body succumbed to her orgasm.

"Do you like mama's hot cunt wrapping around that lovely cock baby?" Anna asked breathing heavily as his paced quickened.

"Yes," Dean said weakly, he knew it was wrong, yet he just couldn't deny how fantastic it felt.

"Will you let mama fuck this cock any time she wants?" Anna asked feeling her cream coating his rod. Euphoria flooding her body as she felt his cock deeper than she ever thought possible. "God, I hate to admit it but she was right you're so deep. I can feel it wanting to push through my cervix," her hips moving on their own only wishing to feel his seed shooting passed that hurtle his cock sought to do. "So will you?" Anna huffed trying to draw breath as she pressed her forehead against his.

"This is wrong, we shouldn't be doing this," Dean said through waves of pleasure.

"It's fine baby didn't you enjoy it when Camilla got you off?" Anna said feeling his cock swell as he remembered how good his sister's hand felt. "See baby? There's no need to worry about it, seeing how your cock craves for us now. Now fucking cum in me so my dirty cunt can have its meal of that hot goo!"