<div class="floatleft">(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/Bianca%20Beauchamp/1511644_711501478884472_499030442_n_zps841f4a62.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lara<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cabin<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Kellen and Marco<br/><br/>Glancing to both her sons, Lara hadn't expected what Marco would do, but wouldn't complain.  Maybe<em>not </em>expecting wasn't it.  She meant to think that it wouldn't happen so soon after<em> just</em>arriving at the cabin.  It hadn't even been a few hours yet and he was already becoming seemingly needy.  The cuddling and sweet kisses during the car ride here was most likely what caused this.  She was most certain.  Dark eyes bore into her matching ones as he stared down at her with such an alluring expression on his face.  Without breaking eye contact, she felt the bottle she was holding onto leave her grip and placed upon a nearby table out of harms way.  He said he wanted them all to catch up, but judging by the way he seemed to caress and touch her, Marco seemed more focused on her.  He claimed of being jealous of Kellen having her while he was away and for a split second, Lara found herself looking about for her baby boy and couldn't see him.  Where had he gone?<br/><br/>While busy breaking into the wine bottles, she hadn't realized that he had made his way back up stairs and was actually observing what was going on from over the ledge of the second floor.  The hand that had moved away a bit of her hair to get a better look at her face now cupped her cheek; his other finding itself lowering down from her hip to grasping a literal handful of one of her buttocks and giving it a firm squeeze.  Her body instinctively moved forward until her robust chest was pressed up against him; her arms  lifting up to circle his larger form and hook her arms underneath his armpits.  Her palms were flat against his back; fingers dancing along the fabric of his shirt in slow circular motions.  Lips were felt against her own as her tallest son leaned down to kiss his mother.  Her eyes fluttered shut as she tilted her head to the side; standing up on her tiptoes as she captured his mouth in one swift motion.  Smacking noises could be heard as she kissed him over and over; nibbling his lower lip, darting her tongue to teasingly play with his, and the small moans and sighs that would escape her as she felt herself molding to him.<br/><br/>The familiar feelings were quick to return to her even after months apart.  Her kisses then began to travel south; to his chin, down his throat, and then along the side of his neck.  It was only when she gave him a playful nip that she heard Kellen's voice.  Glancing up and over Marco's shoulder, she saw that he had changed into a pair of swimming trunks and was going to head out.  Smiling sweetly, she removed one of her hands from gripping onto her eldest sons back and blew him a kiss before waving.  "Be careful, sweetheart.  Don't stay out too late.  I love you."<br/><br/>Seeing him smile back at her, she watched him close the front door to the cabin shut behind him, leaving both Marco and herself alone inside to do as they pleased.  Chuckling, she rested her forehead against his shoulder and shook it a bit.  "I know this place is for people like...<em>us</em>, but I still feel kind of weird that your brother knows about us.  I mean, he doesn't know<em>every single little detail</em>of our relationship....I was scared."  Lifting her head up, she looked up and for a moment, she swore she saw Philippe looking back at her.  But it wasn't him.  It was his<em>son</em>.  Tall with ebony skin and mostly French, but he was the only child they both shared and cherished; even to this day.  She would have to send him a new photograph.  Maybe Thanksgiving or Christmas.<br/><br/>"I mean about doing it again; with Kellen.  It was like being with you all over again and yet, not<em>quite</em>the same."  Her head lowered slightly as shame and guilt overtook her.  "I've been holding back.  We kiss and touch, but I haven't had sex with him.  Not yet.  I mean last night was the first time I gave him a...."  She paused; realizing she who she was talking to and found herself at a loss for words.  Why was she telling him about what she did with his brother?  He wasn't her therapist or someone to just randomly drop all her problems on.  He probably didn't want to know and even if he did, right now wasn't exactly the best place to start now.  Sighing heavily, she wrapped her arms about him again and held him close; nuzzling the side of her face with his.  "Talk about a real<em>mood</em>killer.  I'm sorry."  Turning her head, she pressed a kiss to his cheek and whispered into his ear.<br/><br/>"If we don't take this elsewhere, I doubt we'll make it far from the couch next to us..."  Hands would be felt upon his own pants then as her hands slid down to cup both his butt cheeks tightly.  Even if he towered over her and could easily dominate her, she always enjoyed being the one to turn him on.  It didn't take much.  Just a few choice words and the way her hands would cast their magical spell to leave him begging for more.  There were a few places that had run through her mind to have some fun in; the large bed up stairs, the Jacuzzi a few feet away before the fireplace, the shower, the kitchen...  Heck, if they really wanted to be bold, they could do it in the car right outside.  But then on the flipside, if they did choose to do that, not only would it probably embarrass Kellen, but the other families and couples here would get quite the eyeful.  Not exactly the best first impression by any means.<br/><br/>Even though Kellen had stated not being back til later, they only had a limited amount of time to do as they pleased.  If he decided to change his mind and come back early, Lara very much doubted he would enjoy seeing, let alone hearing, his mother and his older brother having sex.  Making her final decision, she mentally nodded to herself and removed her arms from about her sons body.  Taking one of his hands, she intertwined her fingers with his and turn to begin leading him towards the stairs.  Taking her time up the steps, they finally reached the second floor and would soon find themselves standing before the giant bed neatly made in the loft.  Letting go of his hand, she smiled up at him as walked around to the other side.  Sitting down on the edge, she proceeded to carefully take off her crocks; massaging her bare feet before scooting up to lean back on the pillows she had placed along the bed frame.  With her legs slightly apart, she lifted her arms up and outward in an inviting gesture behind dreamy eyes and red hair (http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/Bianca%20Beauchamp/Bianca%20in%20full%20black/cb1ac4884d4111e2ae2a22000a1f9723_7-590x590_zpsc299308e.jpg).<br/><br/>"Come to Mommy...."