And the Butchery Begins

Chapter 10:

More Than Sharks Love Blood

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I love that woman. I love her more than sharks love blood.

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"Get your ass in the bed," Sebastian growls, slamming the bedroom door shut behind him and stalking over to his stepsister.

Sprawled lazily across his newly upholstered loveseat, Kathryn looks up from her tablet only long enough to cock an eyebrow at the command. "Lunch with the lawyer went well I take it?"

"It was bullshit. The man is completely useless," he sneers, words clipped and haughty as he tugs irritably at this tie. "Not to mention the foie gras was completely inedible."

"Poor baby."

"I need a new lawyer."

"It won't matter," she sighs, bored with the same argument. "They all tell you the same thing. The will and its ridiculous stipulations are iron clad. You know this."

Yes, he does know this, but all the same it does nothing to alleviate his aggravation with the situation. Lunch left him feeling impotent and restless. Sebastian despises feeling helpless. The only sure solution to such a mood was an energetic fuck. Unfortunately for him, his sister got far too much pleasure being a bitch.

"Get. Up."

Kathryn sighs, swiping left on her tablet with a dramatic swoosh of her finger. "That sounds an awful lot like an order."

"I will take you on this sofa if need be."

"But then you'd only have to get it reupholstered again." She smiles tauntingly before shooting a look to his crotch. "You really do have atrocious aim."

Jesus fucking Christ. Why did everything have to be so difficult with her?

They stare each other down for one long heated moment, before finally Sebastian's inpatients get the better of him. Grabbing his stepsister by the wrist, he yanks her to her feet. Kathryn stumbles a little in her heels, causing the tablet to fall from her hand. Ignoring it, along with her irritated huffs of protest, he shoves her arm behind her back then kisses her. Hard.

As much as Sebastian enjoys playing with her like this, there's always a slight echo of guilt. Knowing the things she has endured at the hands of other boys, he sometimes hesitates to push her too hard. Before he even has a chance to second guess himself, Kathryn is kissing him back with equal aggression, her tongue thrusting against his, her tits pressed tight to his chest. The tease wasn't wearing a bra.

When she pulls back, her lipstick has been kissed off, her eyes are glassy. "Ask nicely," she orders.

"No," he growls back, squeezing her wrist for emphasis.

Kathryn leans into him, nips at his lower lip, then yanks herself free of his grip. He turns and watches as she starts to stalk away, unsure if she'll do as he asks or walk out. With her, it could go either way.

When she heads to the door, he's about to call out some creative insult, but then he hears the tell-tale click of the lock and his sneer morphs into a smirk. "Don't look so smug Valmont," Kathryn chides, not even looking at him as she removes her earrings, "You're not the only one looking to take the edge off. I'm going to need you to be particularly brutal."

Sebastian shrugs out of his jacket, removes his tie. "Well, you're well aware that's my specialty."

He is curious what has put his dear sis on edge. He has a few ideas, but holds his tongue. For now.

Instead he's content to observe her from across the bed as she sheds her clothes, a display that is all the more erotic for its lack of pretense. Sebastian thinks of all the sluts and innocents he's bedded over the years and shutters at some of the strip teases he's been privy to. So much artificial sexiness. If he wanted that he'd head to his favorite titty bar in midtown thank you very much.

Of course seeing her like this only brings to mind their first time. It had been in this very room. Right after they buried their parents. It wasn't as morbid as it sounds. Then again, maybe it was.

They had been sitting in contemplative quiet, drinking bourbon, her on the bed, him standing at the threshold of the balcony, when she got up and without any warning, kissed him. Kathryn had done this before of course, usually when she was drunk or high or just looking to keep him in line and under her thumb. That usually involved slow, tantalizing kisses, meant to entice, but not satisfy. This had been different. This had been ferocious.

Sebastian didn't know what prompted it and he didn't much care.

(This is a lie he tells himself when he fears he's falling too far under her spell, for he has spent hours over analyzing that moment and what led up to it, detailing every moment of it in his journal like an adolescent girl. When contemplating her motives, he has considered grief (snicker) before settling on defiance. After all what better way to desecrate her mother's memory than to fuck someone the bitch truly loathed. Apparently, there's more than one way to piss on a grave.)

Sebastian had taken her on the bed, going down on her only to become increasingly paranoid that she'd leave him high and dry. He hadn't worry. Before he could even make her cum, Kathryn dug her talons into his shoulder and dragged him up to be mounted. It hadn't been an elegant fuck, but it was passionate, and hungry, and long overdue.

After that day, their coupling had become a fairly regular occurrence. At first they were brazen – storage closets at school, the bathroom at the club, hell even the living room in front of the servants, but after the events with his aunt their fucking was relegated to the bedroom, behind carefully locked doors and shut blinds. Sebastian didn't much care about logistics, so long as he got her in the end.

Now naked, his cock rock hard and ready to conquer, he drinks Kathryn in, from the top of her expensive salon blow out to her perfectly waxed porno pussy. It's times like these when Sebastian's tempted to slip into sentimentalities, but as always he holds back. There's no room for that here. There has never been anything particularly romantic about their coupling. It was visceral, passionate, sometimes verging on violent. Just like them.

Kathryn crawls across the bed to him. Not submissive, but cat like, slinky and predatory. She goes for his dick, teasing it with her tongue, tracing the veins on the underside, sucking his balls. He could cum from this easily, but that's not what he's after today. He didn't want easy.

Instead he grabs her by the hair and bends her over like a rag doll. She complies, letting him position her how he pleases. Sebastian doesn't even finger her twat before pushing into her with one violent thrust. Kathryn whines, falling to her elbows as she surges forward. She's wet and tight and oh so welcoming. He fucks her hard.

Sebastian loves taking her like this, the dominate nature of the position just hits all the right buttons for him, but at the same time he longs to see her face. With all her various masks, Kathryn was good at keeping him guessing, except that is, in bed. She never could hide her pleasure and he wanted to see it.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair he yanks her head back, forcing her gaze on the mirror across from the bed. Sebastian leans in close and hisses, "Watch."

"Freak," she huffs, her attitude in sharp contrast to the desperate look of need in her eyes. He's not at all surprised when she enthusiastically bucks her hips against him.

The room quickly fills with the carnal sounds of their mating: panting, breathy moans mixed with the crude echo of their flesh coming together. With some lovers, Sebastian likes to play music while they fuck to drown out all those irritating distractions. Kathryn, as always was the exception. He loved the sound of her broken whimpers and hushed curses.

But of course he can't let on to any of that, so instead he distracts himself and her.

"How are things coming with the Hargrove bitch?" Sebastian grunts, fingers digging possessively into her hips when the name of his stepsisters latest victim passes his lips.

"Right…on…schedule," she huffs out with every thrust.

"Fuck her yet?"

He slaps her ass, she bucks harder.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Yes, I would." Sebastian leers at her reflection. "I can picture it now. You sixty-nining the shit out of that Jesus freak. Her blond bush grinding up against your naked, wet little cunt—"

"Been jerking off to that one brother dear?"

"Of course," he replies, not missing a beat. He speeds up. "I bet she would love getting pounded by that strap on of yours."

Kathryn tosses her hair out of her face and lets out a husky laugh. "You sure seemed to enjoyed it."

Sebastian pauses, leans over her and nips playfully at her shoulder before murmuring in her ear, "You got me there."

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Kathryn uses the opportunity to knock him backwards. They fall into an inelegant tumble on the bed, struggling for dominance in-between sharp, aggressive kisses. It's more out of curiosity than anything else that Sebastian cedes control over to her. If their relationship has taught him anything over the years, it's that it was best to let her win one once in a while, even if it's to the detriment to his pride.

Laughing, she straddles him and guides him back inside. There's something so appealing about the warmth in her face at that moment that Sebastian swears he would go to the ends of the earth just to make her happy. He would do anything for her.

Christ, when did he start sounding like an 80's power ballad?

Shaking off the though, Sebastian picks up their earlier conversation, as Kathryn rides him into the mattress.

"I do believe I'm detecting some unchanneled aggression on your end sis," he taunts, his hands molding around her jiggling tits.

"What are you babbling on about?" she pants, working her hips harder while her nails dig into his chest.

"Don't play dumb. You're more aggressive than normal today. You haven't sealed the deal with her yet, have you?"

Kathryn's eyes narrow at the question, but she didn't stop fucking him. He stares her down and after a solid minute she finally breaks. "Not exactly."

Tossing his head back against the pillow, Sebastian let out a sharp laugh. "I knew it! I knew you hadn't nailed her."

"I practically have! It's just every time I get between her legs she starts freaking out…"

Still laughing he teases, "Welcome to blue ball hell sis. Now you know how I felt all those years enduring your cockteasing bullshit. Karma is real."

She leans over him and rakes her teeth over his collarbone, drawing a whimper from him. "You got yours," she murmurs, voice low and raw, "And I'll get mine. Just give me time."

The hungry, determined look in her eyes is nearly enough to send his toppling over the edge. Trying to focus, he remarks, voice shaky, "You sound confident. Still think you can pull this off?"

"Of course. Everything's going to plan." Kathryn takes his hand and sucks on his finger a moment before guiding his hand to her backside. "And you know how I get when a plan comes together Valmont," she coos, as she shoves his finger into her ass. Sebastian groans, more from surprise than anything else.

So tight. God why won't she let him just…

"It makes me so horny," she taunts, all breathy and glassy eyed and fucking smirking. He never understands why this overconfidence of hers turns him on so much.

And before he even realizes it's happening, Sebastian's thinking about what she won't let him have and how she'll look when he gives it to her, and suddenly he's coming.

Shit shit shit shit shit!

He doesn't even get a chance to enjoy it as he's too busy drowning in embarrassment and dread. If there was one golden rule to their fucking it's this: Kathryn always comes first. No question.

This would not end well. Unless he got ahead of it.

Kathryn stops rocking atop his rapidly softening cock and looks down at him with unabashed horror. It might have been comical if he didn't dread her taunting him over this for the rest of their life. It doesn't take long for her shock to give way to fury.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" she snarls, voice high and not terribly pleasant. "If you think—"

Before she can get her threat out, Sebastian's dragging his stepsister up his body until she's straddling his face. He proceeds to eat her hard and fast, licking up the cum he left behind as his ardent tongue fucks her pussy. By the end of it she's mewling and shivering so hard he has to hold her down to keep from tumbling off the bed…which he probably should have let happen. Just to balance out the scales of embarrassment a little.

Kathryn comes quickly, leaving a sticky mess of girl cum all over his face that he doesn't much mind at all. Sebastian continues to go at her until she physically has to stop him, pushing him away with shaky hands as she dismounts before collapsing opposite him in the bed. He observes her with great amusement and pride as she comes down from her high, naked and sweaty, her limbs still twitching in little aftershocks.

"Don't look so proud of yourself asshole," she grumbles, voice husky as she stares up at the ceiling. "I can't believe you came first."

Sebastian traces a finger over the curve of her ankle. "It's not the destination that matters it's the journey."

Kathryn's head shoots up at that. "Bullshit," she declares before breaking into hysterical laughter.

He lets her revel in her amusement for a moment, but only a moment before his irritation gets the better of him. To shut her up he bites her ankle.

"OW!" Kathryn sits up abruptly, glaring at him. Sebastian looks back utterly unapologetic. Serves her right.

"Let's get back to our earlier topic," he says all business. Sebastian props himself up against the headboard then reaches for his silver cigarette case. "You need to lock things up with the Hargrove girl soon. My side of this should be taken care of by Saturday."

Kathryn blinks at him in quiet understanding. "I assure you it won't be a problem. Annette is extremely strong willed and smart, but not unmalleable. She's already developing an unconscious need to win my approval."

"Well I already pity her," Sebastian snarks with open disdain around the cig in his mouth.

"There's no need. She's actually quite lovely, not to mention much more cultured and refined than I would have suspected given her station."

There is a dreamy quality to her words as she speaks that sets Sebastian's teeth on edge. Careful to keep any sort of emotion out of his tone he notes, "You like her." Which is troublesome because Kathryn doesn't like anyone. Sebastian swallows down his unease.

She blinks back at him, coming out of her thoughts then shrugs. "I suppose I do. Is that a problem?"

"Why would it be?" he replies with the same indifference. "Though, I suppose it does call your taste into question. I mean she wears Old Navy for crying out loud. In public."

Kathryn studies him quietly a moment before that Cheshire cat smile of hers breaks out. "You're jealous," she declares, "How wonderful!"

"Fuck. You."

She's laughing at him again as he sits up in a huff, putting his cigarette out. "I'm taking a shower."

Kathryn pulls him back before he can leave the bed. "Don't pout. I think I've earned taunting rights after what you put me through last summer with the Rochester girl." Nuzzling against him she murmurs, "You know how I detested her."

He did which of course was why he had chosen her in the first place. Oh, how he had enjoyed rubbing that conquest in her nose. He had been rather a prick about it.

Anger deflating, he runs his fingers through her hair and says, "Just promise me you won't get attached."

"Never. This is too important."

"Agreed."

Kathryn kisses his jaw before pressing her face to his shoulder. Their earlier amusement and petty concerns melt away as the reality of what is to come lingers like a dark ominous cloud. Sebastian finds himself at once anxious but also eager for the games to begin.

"So, Saturday?" Kathryn says, voice small and hesitant. "Everything's in place?"

"Yes." When she releases an uneasy breath, he turns his head to look at her. "Having second thoughts?"

She reaches for him, taking his face in both hands before drawing him into a kiss. It was the sort of kiss that reminds him that Kathryn has the power to completely overwhelm him when she so chooses. He kisses her back with equal fervency but somehow he wonders if he has quite the same effect on her that she has on him.

By the time they break away he's half hard and ready for round two.

"Does that answer your question?"

Pulling her back into bed, he's nearly completely forgotten what they were talking about. It doesn't matter. Whatever it was, it could wait.

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Thanks to sfstewart for the edit.