Chapter 32: The Christmas Eve Reunion, Part II


Maybe in this season, drunk

and sentimental, I'm willing to admit

a part of me, crazed and kamikaze,

ripe for anarchy, loves still.

-(Sandra Cisneros)


"So, what are we going to do?"

Looking up from his glass of scotch, Sebastian cast a withering look in her direction and drawled, "We?"

Annette's eyes narrowed at him, her grip around the whiskey bottle tightening. Once again, she questioned agreeing to meet him in the first place. Clearly, Sebastian had no interest in trying to find a solution to their problem. He only wanted to pout and sneer at the closest available body and since Kathryn made herself scarce that left her. Well, she was done attempting to be pleasant.

"Sebastian why did you even summon me here? What do you care if Kathryn leaves town? I thought you were over your little vendetta."

There was a pause. "I let go of that a long time ago."

"Then why are you…" Annette trailed off when it dawned on her. It was obvious of course. It was there the whole time. Walking around the wet bar she had been leaning against, she came to stand over him and laughed. "Oh, you want her for yourself, is that it?"

His eyes narrowed contemptuously. "Why is that so funny?"

"Where would you like me to begin?"

Sebastian sat up in his chair. "What about you Hargrove? Did you honestly think you could just waltz back in and pick up where you left off?"

Did she think that? She was a little embarrassed to admit she had. Remembering how distraught she was over the breakup she just assumed Kathryn would be eager to pick up where they left off too. She was an idiot. Annette winced when she recalled what Kathryn told her in the pool. How had she have been so oblivious to her pain?

When she didn't reply he continued, "It never occurred to you she might have moved on?"

Annette flopped down onto the long couch across from him, whiskey in hand. "If she had moved on, I wouldn't be here."

He didn't have an argument for that. A tense silence fell between them as Annette's gaze flickered around the large parlor room. It was dark save for the fire coming from the fireplace and the Christmas lights on the enormous tree beside it. The room was done up within an inch of its life. It was beautiful like a magazine spread, filled with artificial warmth.

Eventually her gaze fell back on him. "Why's Kathryn mad at you?"

He flinched at the question and squirmed uncomfortably in his seat before replying airily, "It was just a bit of…miscommunication."

Annette smirked and tipped her glass towards him. "Why don't I believe that?"

"Ask me if I care?"

Growing increasingly annoyed by him she spat, "Alright, enough dicking around. Do you have a way to get her to stay or not?"

Sebastian sighed as if in pain as he finally turned in her direction. "As a matter of fact, I do. However, I'm not terribly eager to stoop that low and I suspect you won't be either."

Intrigued she edged closer to the end of the couch. "What is it?"

"We give her what she wants most."

"Which is?"

Sebastian opened his mouth to respond but before he could they were interrupted by the sound of Kathryn's approaching heels, clacking loudly on the hard wood. "My," she called out with false cheer, "What an attractive couple you two make. It's a shame you didn't work out. Who knows, maybe after the holiday you two can rekindle the old flame."

"Only if it involves me dosing Sebastian in kerosene first," Annette quipped dryly.

Sebastian raised his glass in the air. "Back at you."

Kathryn stood before the fireplace, dressed in a sleek red dress, more blood red than festive red, the front was low cut emphasizing her obvious lack of bra. Annette wondered if she was wearing panties. Annette wondered about a lot of things, but that for whatever reason seemed the most pressing. It was up to Sebastian to get down to business.

"Kathryn what is this all about? Are you trying to play matchmaker now, is that it?"

"Hardly.

Annette edged closer to the end of her seat. "Are you really going to leave New York?"

She nodded. "Yep. I'm leaving after the new year."

"You're lying," Sebastian spoke up. "I don't believe for one second you're going anywhere."

Rather than be offended Kathryn snickered, "Is that so?"

"You're just doing this to fuck with us. Come on Kathryn, you haven't spoken to your father in years. Do you honestly expect us to believe that out of the blue he called you up and invited you to live with him?"

"Of course not. I called him." Sebastian flinched at this and Annette tried to read whatever it was that was going unspoken between them. Seeing as she knew next to nothing about Kathryn's relationship with her father, she was a bit in the dark about it.

"You called him?" Sebastian echoed in surprise.

"Yes, which should tell you just how desperate I am to get away from this place." She sighed, strutting over to the bar to make herself a cocktail. "He was surprised of course, but when I explained my situation and need for a change of scenery, he asked me to come stay with him." Stirring her vodka tonic she paused and met her stepbrother's curious stare. "Call the parentals and ask them if you think I'm lying."

Sebastian's gaze fell to the floor and he muttered into his drink. "I already did but there was no answer."

Wanting to get things back on track Annette pushed, "Kathryn you can't leave in the middle of senior year. What will people think?"

She rightly smirked at that. "Since when do you care what other people think?"

"I don't," Annette countered, "You on the other hand…"

Kathryn shrugged. "Senior year is practically over. I got into Yale, so my future is already secured. As for what people will think…well, I rather like the idea of disappearing under a cloud of mystery. Nobody will talk of nothing else for weeks," she smirked.

"What about us?"

Her smile fell. "There is no us."

"I beg to differ."

"Look Annette, I appreciate you think you made a mistake, but this reunion is never going to happen," she told her bluntly. "You broke my fucking heart, you of all people should know you can't come back from that and Sebastian," she shook her head at him and stated the obvious, "You're my fucking stepbrother."

"And?"

Kathryn rolled her eyes. "Edward was right there's no future for us. If word got out about any of this it would destroy all three of us."

"Since when do you listen to my father?"

"Since he started making sense for once in his life." Annette exchanged an uneasy glance with Sebastian.

"Let's be honest, the three of us are a goddamn shit. We bring out the worst in each other. It's in our best interest to put as much space between us as possible."

"What if we don't agree?" she asked.

"Give it up Hargrove, it's over with and I for one am exhausted." Setting her empty drink down she sighed, "It's been a long day and I'm guessing it's going to be an even longer one tomorrow. If you'll excuse me, I think I'll retire for the night."

Kathryn breezed past them, intent on leaving when Sebastian grabbed her wrist. "Before you go, how about a game?"

"Not tonight Sebastian," she replied primly pulling away.

Annette quickly reached out and snagged her other wrist. "Come on," she coaxed with a teasingly smile, not sure what Valmont was up to but eager to keep her there. "You can't leave me alone with him. There will undoubtable be bloodshed if you do."

Kathryn met her stare and Annette watched as her resolve melted away and she sighed, turning back to her stepbrother to ask, "What game?"

He smiled. "Truth or dare.

Annette rolled her eyes. "What, are we twelve? Why not spin the bottle?"

"We can play that one afterwards if you like. Come on, it will be fun." Running a finger up Kathryn's wrist he teased, "You certainly enjoyed yourself the last time we played."

The stepsiblings shared another loaded look, filled with what Annette didn't even want to hazard a guess. She wondered if she was brought in to be some kind of conduit for whatever it was brewing between them. She didn't think she could stand it, if that was the case.

Kathryn walked back to the bar. "I think we're going to need a bigger bottle of scotch."

As she went to fetch more reinforcements, Annette leaned over and hissed quietly at Valmont, "Truth or dare? How the hell is this going to—"

"Just follow my lead and whatever you do, don't—"

Before he could finish his warning, Kathryn rejoined them with an armful of booze. "Alright, let's get this shitshow started," Kathryn exclaimed, lining up the bottles on the heavy coffee table in front of them.

Forcing a game smile Annette asked, "Who's up first?"

"I am," Kathryn volunteered flopping down on the couch beside her. "Since technically this is my goodbye party."

"Of course." Sebastian filled three shot glasses of whiskey and slid two of them across the table. "First everyone drink. I have a feeling we're going to need it in order to survive this."

"So melodramatic." They both picked up their shots and downed them quickly. Kathryn licked her lips, looking back and forth between them, before landing on Annette. Shit. "Annette, truth or dare?"

She let out a long sigh as she sunk back into the couch. It was far too early in the evening for any kind of truths. "Dare."

Kathryn removed her infamous cross necklace that had been nestled between her breasts and tossed it at her. "Take a hit."

Annette reluctantly took the necklace. It wasn't that she was opposed to doing drugs, even coke which she had done a handful of times in the past. It was just that she would rather have all her metal facilities as sharp as possible. Oh well, when in Rome.

As Annette unscrewed the crucifix Kathryn remarked, "She's much less sulky on drugs."

"Anything would be a marked improvement."

She flipped him off then took a hit, wincing at the way the powder burned her nose but powering through it. Flopping on her back, she tossed the necklace aside and made herself comfortable, sliding her feet into Kathryn's lap, who glanced down at her amused. "You're up"

"Mm, alright…Kathryn, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Annette bit her lip. What she wanted to ask more than anything was if she was still in love with her, but her pride wouldn't allow her to do it with Sebastian sitting two feet away. "What the hell do you have on Court?"

"Oh, that." She shrugged. "Sorry I took a blood oath. I'm sworn to secrecy."

"Sis, I don't think you understand how truth or dare works," Sebastian drawled. "Spill."

"I signed an NDA"

Annette grinned sitting up excited. "It's gotta be good. He killed someone didn't he?"

Kathryn scoffed. "He wishes. It would be less humiliating." She let out a long sigh, clearly relishing drawing this out. "Okay fine. Court has something of a fetish for, ugh, I can't even say it."

"Kathryn," Sebastian growled, over enunciating her name. "Stop being dramatic, it can't be—"

"Scat play."

Annette let that register before exclaiming, "EW!"

"Well that certainly explains a lot. No wonder you're so into anal."

"Get bent," she huffed. "I would never. I refused to indulge his proclivities so he went looking for someone innocent he could mold into his perfect playmate."

Annette had a full body shudder. "Once again EW."

Kathryn shrugged, completely unruffled. "Yes, well I suspected I was going to need to keep Court in line so I secretly had him videotaped during a particularly nasty episode with a certain model/heiress. If that ever got out no self-respecting Upper East Side girl would ever go near him and he could kiss any political aspirations goodbye. He's been under my thumb ever since."

"And yet you didn't blackmail him into not dumping you," Sebastian teased.

"I have my dignity. Even I wouldn't stoop that low."

Still trying to wrap her head around this Annette asked, "So, wait, does he like to…you know what? Never mind. I don't want to know."

"I have the video on my laptop if you'd like to—"

"No"

"Fuck no."

Kathryn laughed then turned her mischievous gaze on her stepbrother. "Sebastian. Truth or dare?"

He shrugged indifferent. "Dare."

Her answering grin could only mean trouble. "Make-out with Annette."

"Hey!" she exclaimed bolting upright. "It's supposed to be his dare."

"Get over yourself Hargrove," Sebastian grumbled as he lumbered over to her. Kathryn laughed, clearly delighted at the mayhem she was causing. Why the hell had she agreed to any of this?

Annette exhaled sharply and shifted on the couch to face Valmont who was kneeling in front of her. The cocaine was now buzzing through her system making her alert to everything around her. She could feel her heart beating quickly in her chest. Staring at Sebastian perky pout, she was suddenly filled with the need to bite into it until she tasted blood. Before she could, he was kissing her.

As much as she loathed to admit it, Sebastian could kiss. She found herself sinking further into it while at the same time never forgetting they had an audience. Annette couldn't be sure how long it lasted but when she felt his hand squeeze her breast, she abruptly pulled the plug, shoving him off her with a groan. "She told you to kiss me, not grope me asshole."

Sebastian, irritated, got to his feet. "I was just giving the lady what she wanted."

Catching his emphasis and reading the irritated look on his face, Annette realized then what Sebastian had been alluding to before. Christ, did he really think a threesome would magically solve everything? It was Sebastian, her brain screamed, of course he did. Well, it wasn't happening. Still, she wondered if Kathryn was into it.

Annette looked to Kathryn who she was surprised to find smiling. "That was kind of hot."

Before Annette had a chance to digest this Sebastian was asking her, "Truth or dare Hargrove?"

"Truth," she replied without really thinking about it. This was a mistake.

Leaning in, eyes flashing with malevolence he asked, "Who was the last person you slept with?"

The question caught her momentarily off guard. She could feel a lie form on her lips, but then she caught the knowing look in Sebastian's eyes and she knew she was fucked.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Annette reached for a bottle on the table, not even paying attention to what it was she just filled it and guzzled it down. Then she answered. "Darcy."

As expected, there was a sharp intake of breath from the other end of the couch followed by a shrill, "What?"

She winced. "It wasn't anything, it was just a couple of times." This was sort of a lie as it has been going on three weeks now and while Annette viewed it as just a hook up, she was becoming warily suspicious that Darcy did not. Of course, she didn't explain any of this to Kathryn. "It didn't mean anything, I was just—"

"Really lonely and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah," Sebastian mocked.

"Fuck you! How did you know about it anyway?"

"You two weren't exactly discreet when you were going at it in the back of the stacks the other day."

Annette winced, then chanced a look over at Kathryn who was quietly pouting into her glass of whiskey. This was why she fucking hated truth or dare. Glaring over the table at a smug Sebastian she was filled with the need to torture him and she knew just how to do it. "Alright asshole, truth or dare?"

He smirked into his vodka. "Dare."

"Jerk off in front of us."

His expression fell. "Excuse me?"

Kathryn laughed, clearly delighted.

"Well, you've seen me do it and everyone with an internet connection has seen Kathryn—"

"Don't remind me," she grumbled.

"It's your turn," she told him with a taunting grin.

Rolling his eyes, he set his glass down with a thud. "Fine." The girls exchanged amused glances as they watched him unbuckle his pants and reach in. His eyes briefly looked up at her. "Been thinking about this a lot haven't you Hargrove?"

"Oh yeah," she snickered, "Every night it's all I can do to keep from rubbing one out to the thought of it."

Despite her mocking she did have to admit Valmont had a nice cock—a good eight inches, with a decent girth. He was also well groomed in that area which not all of his peers could claim. Annette half expected him to whine about needing inspiration or some such shit, so she was rather surprised when he just whipped it out and started beating off.

Annette, having never witnessed a man masturbating outside of porn, was fascinated by the spectacle. It was a much more visceral and violent than she would have anticipated. Sebastian had his head tossed back, eye closed tight and a sort of wince on his face while his right hand manically stroked his cock and his left tugged his balls.

She was so entranced she nearly jumped when she felt Kathryn's hand brush hers. She looked over to find her ex just as mesmerized as she was. "What are you thinking about?" Annette asked him, genuinely curious.

His eyes opened briefly, and he looked at his stepsister. "My Christmas gift."

Annette had no idea what that meant but judging by the small smile that appeared on Kathryn's face she clearly did. Watching him closely she waited until she could tell he was about to come and ordered, "Stop."

Sebastian slowed his hand, but he didn't stop. "Are you serious?"

Her answering smile was sharp and mean. "I never said you could finish."

Kathryn laughed beside her, clearly delighted. "Aw, that's a shame."

He stopped and glared daggers at Annette. She imagined it that moment he was thinking of all matter of ways to murder her. Whatever, it was totally worth it. Sebastian swallowed whatever curse word he was about to fling at her and tucked himself back into his pants with a hard wince, while the girls laughed manically on to the couch.

An hour later they were still laughing, although about what, no one could probably say. At some point in the evening, tequila made its way into the party and they found themselves on the floor, crowded around the coffee table. Kathryn was leaning against Annette, cheeks pink with alcohol and laughter. Annette had lost her top thanks to one of Sebastian's stupid dares, but she had stopped caring a few drinks back. They had kind of lost track of who's turn it was when she turned to Kathryn and asked, "Truth or dare?"

She was hoping she'd chose dare cause she had something particularly filthy in mind for her. Unfortunately, she chose truth, so Annette's alcohol laden mind scrambled for something before landing on, "Which parental until would you fuck?"

Sebastian burst into a fit of giggles, while Kathryn pulled a face. "My parental units?"

She shoved her playfully. "No dummy, our parental units, Valmont and myself."

"She really just wants to know if you want to bang the headmaster," Sebastian snickered. "Hargrove, you have some serious daddy issues."

Annette flipped him off as Kathryn laughter. "You have nothing to worry about. I have no interest in geriatric cock."

"He's forty two"

She shrugged, "Same thing. As for Edward, I'd rather saw my clit off with a rusty blade than indulge in my mother's sloppy seconds."

"Thank god," Sebastian grumbled.

"Your mother on the other hand…" she added with a sly grin. "Well, she might be a bitch, but I wouldn't exactly kick Genevieve Scott out of my bed. A sentiment shared by many, if the tabloids are to be believed."

Annette sat up abruptly, suddenly at attention. "Hold up, wait, your mother is Genevieve Scott? As in thee Genevieve Scott?" When they looked back at her non-plussed she asked, "How am I just hearing this now?!"

Kathryn shrugged, "I assumed you knew."

Annette wasn't sure how she managed to overlook this piece of Sebastian's bio. She always just assumed Sebastian's mother was another tight assed society bitch like Tiffany Merteuil, not a fucking Hollywood legend. Genevieve Scott came to prominence making cool indie films in the 90's and dating every hot male actor around before making the inevitable trip to rehab. She resurfaced a few years later with a new sexy bad girl image, that was helped when she stared in a modern film noir that featured a few sex scenes so hot people were convinced they were real. It was a huge hit. From there she went on to make several prestige movies, even winning an Oscar. These days she only acted occasionally and was more well known for her mega lifestyle brand, that emphasized better living through nature. It was really just an excuse to push thousand dollar face creams on rich white women but that along with the nutty pseudo-science she preached about kept Genevieve in the pop culture lexicon.

"Uh," Annette groaned, "I was totally obsessed with her in junior high, I even gave myself that blonde bob she had in Gregory's Girl. I can't believe she's your mother."

"I can hardly believe it myself sometimes," Sebastian grumbled. It was clearly a sore subject.

Annette studied him a moment, taking this new information into account. Suddenly certain things about Sebastian started to make sense to her. "What's she like as a mother?"

"Totally awesome. She only forgets my birthday every couple of years and sometimes I even get invited to her weddings. Oh, and as a bonus, I get to have douchebags flash me pics of her blowing some random extra in a movie she made years ago, on a weekly basis, so there's that."

Kathryn leaned over and whispered loudly, "He has mommy issues."

Sebastian pinched her thigh. "Hello pot, meet kettle."

"Two of a kind

The stepsiblings shared a familiar conspiratorial smile that made Annette feel as if she had disappeared. Before she could dwell on it, Sebastian spoke up. "Okay Hargrove, you're up, truth or dare?"

"Truth," she said, without a thinking about it.

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?"

She suspected he was expecting her to describe some kind of dirty sex act or something equally raunchy, but that wasn't where Annette's mind went. Picking up her glass of bourbon idling on the coffee table she murmured into it, "I don't think you could handle that story."

"Oh well," Kathryn laughed. "Now you definitely have to tell it. What is it? I thought I knew all your secrets."

"You don't know about this," Annette replied without humor. She honestly had no intentions of ever telling Kathryn this story, let alone Sebastian too, but the alcohol was making her brave and her tongue loose. She was sitting there in her bra, drunk with nothing to lose. Fuck it.

"After my father found me with Darcy and we went back to Kansas, he forced me to see this priest. Supposedly it was for spiritual guidance, but really it was just to pray the gay away or something. I was resentful and angry and wanted to show my father that he couldn't control me, so I decided to teach him a lesson…using Father Gregory."

Sebastian's brow shot up. "Oh man, you totally fucked that priest, didn't you?"

Annette shrugged, not finding it nearly as humorous. "Father Gregory had just taken his vows earlier that year, he was young and naive and very handsome. He was also super eager to help me get back on the right path. Clearly, he was an easy mark. A few months of intense sessions and I had him totally in love with me. We started sleeping together not long after that."

"Wow, a priest," Kathryn remarked, "Not even I dared to take it that far. Were you really into him?"

"Of course not," she sighed, "He was just a means to an end. I was waiting for the perfect moment to expose our affair to my father but some dipshit girl who had a crush on him spied us together and ratted us out. Needless to say, it was a total shitshow. They kept it all hush hush of course, but Father Gregory got put on suspension not long after and would likely have been removed completely."

"Would have been?"

"He killed himself a week after we were discovered," Annette revealed flatly. Her revelation was greeted by wide-eyed, stunned silence.

"Jesus"

"Fuck"

Annette smiled wanly and lifted her glass at Sebastian. "So, you see Valmont, anything you can do, I can do better."

"Is that why you went so hard at me over Darcy? Misplaced guilt?"

She chanced a glance over at Kathryn. "Amongst other things."

Honestly, she had never analyzed it, but she supposed in her own fucked up way she thought punishing Sebastian would somehow make up for her own lack of punishment or something. They were eyeing each other with a newfound curiosity when she felt Kathryn reach for her hand. "How come you never told me that?"

"Not something to share over pillow talk. Besides I didn't want it to chance things between us."

"Did you honestly think I'd have any right to judge you for that?"

"Not really."

Kathryn scowled and bent her finger back until she cried out in pain. "Bitch!"

They laughed and Annette suddenly felt as if she had a hundred-pound anvil off her chest. Eager to get away from the maudlin vibe her revelation had brought about, Annette called out, "Okay Valmont, you're up. Truth or dare?"

He shrugged then mumbled around the join in his mouth, "Truth."

"Sebastian tell us the truth, how many boys have you bottomed for?"

Annette expected him to indignantly deny it. She was rather surprised when he held up a couple of fingers and replied, "Just the two."

Kathryn laughed into Annette's shoulder. "Was one of them Blaine?"

"He wishes."

"Well did you like it?"

He shrugged, "It was okay. I'm not as into anal as some people." He gave his stepsister a pointed look.

Kathryn shrugged, unbothered. "Everyone has their kink."

Annette sat up a little. "Oh yeah, what's mine?"

Kathryn and Sebastian answered at the same time. "Rough sex."

They both laughed while Annette nodded in agreement.

"She likes having her hair pulled"

"And her ass slapped"

"And her tits pinched." For emphasis Kathryn reached over and squeezed her nipple. Annette squealed and playfully pushed her off.

"Hey! What about Sebastian?"

Kathryn leaned in and whispered loudly, "He likes…marking is territory so to speak."

"EW! You let him piss on you?!"

"No!" Kathryn exclaimed laughing, "I meant he likes to come on me."

"Ugh, I think that might be worse."

They erupted in another round of laughter. Watching Kathryn giggle into Sebastian's bicep Annette abruptly asked, forgoing the game rules entirely, "Kathryn, which one of us was better in bed?"

The laughter died on her face, but her smile remained, lazy and sensual, clearly more amused by the question than offended. "You really want to know?"

"Yes"

"No," Sebastian replied, sending her a sharp look.

"Afraid you'll lose Sebastian?"

"There's nothing to lose. You're both equally great in bed. You're just…different and kind of the same at the same time."

Annette rolled her eyes. "That's a cop out."

"No, it's the truth. Trust me if one of you was better, I'd have no problem saying so. Do I really strike you as the sort who's interested in saving anyone's feelings?"

Sebastian snorted into his drink. "Touché."

Kathryn turned towards her and ran a hand down her chest. "Annette, you're soft and sensual, and so fucking intense." She dropped a kiss on her shoulder making her shiver. When she pulled back and turned towards Sebastian, Annette felt the loss. "Sebastian you're aggressive and responsive and very inventive." Kathryn leaned in and teasingly flicked her tongue against his lips. Annette could practically hear him whimper in response. Before she could turn away, he pulled her forward and kissed her. To Annette's surprise Kathryn kissed him back and crawled into his lap. She was equal parts repulsed and captivated by the display.

After a few seconds of this Sebastian pulled away and beckoned her over. "Annette, come here."

As if in a trance she felt herself crawling the short distance to kneel beside them. Kathryn turned in her stepbrother's arms and gripping her face, kissed her with the same passion she had him. She tasted Sebastian on her and oddly enough it wasn't as repulsive as she thought it would be. Annette moaned against her mouth, reveling in the velvety softness of her mouth and the familiar sensation of her hands on her.

When they broke away Annette could barely register what was happening before Sebastian was leaning in to kiss her. Without really thinking about it she kissed him back, her eyes flicking open to find Kathryn watching them, eyes dark with lust.

Sebastian was rubbing a finger over her swollen nipple and a moan threatened to erupt from her throat. She pulled back, suddenly feeling more sober. Sebastian smiled, arrogantly before Kathryn leaned in and nipped at his bottom lip. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think you'd never figure it out."

"I thought you'd realize by now, I know you better than anyone." It was a clear taunt at her, but in that moment, it wasn't as if she could deny it.

Kathryn kissed him again before turning back around. "You know what I want for Christmas?" She kissed the edge of Annette's mouth and squeezed her breast. "I want you two to come upstairs and fuck my brains out."

"No kidding," she quipped.

Kathryn laughed as she rose to her feet. "I'm going upstairs to freshen up. Meet me in my room in five minutes." As haughty as a queen, she ordered, "And don't keep me waiting."

With that she turned and left, leaving Sebastian and Annette stunned her in wake. She half expected Sebastian to bolt after her, so she was surprised when he just sat there, guzzling his drink with a contemplative look on his face.

Getting up from the floor, suddenly feeling very sober, Annette searched for her top. She shoved it over her head. "So, this was your grand plan huh? A threesome?"

He shrugged. "It's what she wants."

"Yeah, and I'm sure it's going to be a real sacrifice on your part."

He smirked. "What's the matter Hargrove, don't have the balls?"

"Maybe I'm not relishing the idea of going to bed with you again."

"Maybe you're full of shit," he volleyed back. "You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself the first time, and the second and the third—"

"Jesus, enough already." Annette got to her feet and paced suddenly feeling as if she had excess energy to burn. Fucking cocaine. "Alright, if we're going to do this, we need to set some ground rules."

Sebastian let out a short peel of laughter then set his glass down. "You don't get it, do you? This isn't about what you want. If you want to keep her Hargrove, I suggest you get your ass up there and give her the fuck of your life. Cause with or without you, I'm going." Sebastian got to his feet and started for the door.

"Wait." He paused, looking back at her. "Aren't you afraid that after it's over, she'll be done with us?"

Annette saw a momentary flash of fear cross his face. Despite his seeming indifference, he was just as concerned about that as she was. They were essentially giving Kathryn what she needed to move on from them.

"Oh, come on," Sebastian exclaimed. "When have you ever known Kathryn to get over anything that fast?" Annette didn't reply and Sebastian shrugged. "Are you coming or what?"


They weren't coming.

Sprawled out on her guest bed, Kathryn watched the door impatiently. The ornate ticking clock beside the bed seemed to mock her. With each passing second, she wondered if she had overestimated herself. Was it possibly she played this thing all wrong?

Kathryn rolled on to her back and stared up at the chandelier above the bed. "Fuck."

Unable to sit still any longer, Kathryn got up from the bed and stared at herself in the large vanity mirror. She was wearing one of her favorite La Perla lingerie sets. It was a black corset with red lace ribbon and barely there, fuck-me panties. She looked hot. She was going to be pissed if this all went to waste.

Picking up her crucifix, she contemplated doing a bump, when the bedroom door opened. Sebastian filed in first, followed by Annette. Kathryn hid her pleasure behind a cool smile. "Finally. I was starting to think you two pussied out on me."

Ever the alpha male, Sebastian was the first to approach her, already removing his shirt. "One of us lost our nerve."

"Fuck you," Annette snarled from the other side of the bed.

"You look…" Sebastian's gaze traveled the length of her body and he bit his lower lip.

"Fuckable?"

"I was going to say beautiful." Sebastian abruptly picked her up and carried her over to the bed. "Way to suck the romance out of this sis."

"Ugh, you two aren't going to do that faux incest thing all night are you?"

"No"

"Probably"

Sebastian hauled her forward and kissed her fiercely, reaching around to squeeze her ass. Kathryn groaned into his mouth. Not surprising, he was already hard as steal against her thigh. She trailed her hands down the smooth expanse of his chest before resting on his belt buckle, "Loose these."

While he finished undressing, she turned around, careful not to neglect Annette. She had crawled up on the bed behind them and was removing her shirt. She seemed considerably more sober than she was fifteen minutes ago. As she tugged off her skirt Kathryn stopped her. "Let me do that." She tugged the skirt down the rest of the way, as Annette stood on the bed, kicking it off. When she flopped back down on her knees, Kathryn drew her forward into a kiss. "If you don't want to do this…"

Annette gave her a wry smile. "Kathryn, when have you ever known me to do something I don't want to do?" As true as that statement was, she still wasn't convinced. It must have shown on her face because Annette took her hand and guided it between her legs. Her thighs were already slick with want. "Does it feel like I'm not into this?"

Kathryn let out a small groan, as she played with her slit through her panties, getting turned on by the way the feel of the wet silk against her fingers. Annette wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her wantonly. A moment later she felt the bed dip behind her and suddenly Sebastian was behind her, hard and ready. Kathryn pulled off Annette and looked back at him, her gaze falling to his cock standing hard at attention. She wrapped her fist around him and squeezed as her right hand continued to work over Annette. Sebastian kissed the side of her mouth. "Is this what you fantasized about?"

"It's a start."

Annette kissed down her neck and began squeezing her breasts in her corset, until they began to spill over the top. Kathryn whimpered as she bit into her nipple, while Sebastian grasped the other one. The dual sensation caused her to release her grip on them and instead arch against her stepbrother while she threaded her hand in Annette's hair, holding her close. Annette pulled back and looked at Sebastian over her shoulder. "She likes it when I—"

"I know what she likes," he snapped quietly.

Kathryn suppressed a smirk. Evidently not well.

Annette took her by the chin, gazing in her eyes bemused. "You're enjoying this aren't you, us fighting over you?"

"Maybe." She was unapologetic.

"Bitch"

Annette kissed her again, holding her still in her grip, then looked up at Sebastian. "What shall we do with her?"

"Tie her to the bed, tease her for an hour and maybe if she's a good girl, we let her come."

Annette laughed. "I like that plan."

"Not going to happen," Kathryn grumbled. "This is my show remember?" She slipped her hand into Annette panties and teased her clit. "It's my rules."

Sebastian kissed her neck, pressed himself against her. The feeling of being trapped between Sebastian's hardness and Annette's softness was overwhelming. It was indeed the best of both worlds.

The three of them made out languidly for a few minutes, warming themselves up until Kathryn began to lose patients. Abruptly she shoved Annette onto her back. The blond let out a surprised laugh. "Take off your panties," Kathryn ordered, "Feet flat on the bed and spread your legs."

Annette did as instructed, while Sebastian removed Kathryn's corset the rest of the way, tossing it carelessly over his shoulder. She reached back for him and kissed him, tugging his hair until he groaned. Looking back, Annette had done as asked, her pretty pink pussy now on display. "Touch yourself," Kathryn demanded.

She slid a hand between her legs and teased her clit before slipping two fingers inside herself. Without a shred of self-consciousness, she fucked herself wantonly. Kathryn squirmed back against Sebastian. Fuck she could watch her do that for hours (and in fact had done just that on a few occasions). Glancing back she noticed Sebastian was watching her with equal interest. "She has the prettiest pussy, don't you think?"

"It's not bad. You know how I feel about a blond bush though." He made a face.

Annette flipped him off.

Kathryn laughed, "Okay, my turn." Bending forward she kissed Annette briefly then trailed her mouth down her chest, stopping to suckle her breasts before making her way between her legs. She teased her a bit, lapping at her thighs, while she continued to grind her ass against Sebastian's eager hard-on. She pulled off just long enough she to shoot him an order over her shoulder. "Fuck me."

Sebastian answering smile was nothing short of depraved. He removed his finger from her cunt and quickly replaced them with his cock. Kathryn cried out against Annette's cunt, as he lunged inside her.

It took them a few awkward moments to find a rhythm, but eventually they got the hang of it, with Kathryn eating Annette out while Sebastian fucking her from behind. The room filled with the sounds of Sebastian's grunts and Annette, moans, and Kathryn swore she could come from that alone.

Annette came first, bucking impatiently against Kathryn's mouth, her hands on her own breasts. "Oh fuck…uh…Kathryn…fuuucckk…." She licked her until her pussy stopped spasming against her tongue. Before she could go in for round two, Sebastian grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her upright. Wrapping his arms around her in a move that could only be labeled possessive, he held her tightly as he pounded her hard. The friction was unreal. Kathryn reached back and held on to his neck. A second later she felt a tongue on her clit. She gasped. Her eyes opened to see Annette kneeling in front of her. With her free hand Kathryn reached out for her, holding her close.

She wasn't going to last long at that rate. Kathryn could already feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm building between her thighs. But she didn't want this to be over so quickly. Even though logically she knew they had all night, she wanted to hold on to this feeling for as long as possible. Apparently, they had other plans. "Now Hargrove," Sebastian growled against her shoulder. Kathryn was so drunk on pleasure she didn't know what was happening until she felt Annette squeeze her clit between her lips at the same time Sebastian pressed a finger against her asshole and the next thing she knew she was coming so hard, it took both of them to keep her upright.

Sebastian quickly followed after, pulling out of her and coming on her ass and thighs. The three of them collapsed to the bed a pile of sweaty, sated limbs.

"That was…" Sebastian panted.

"Oh fuck," Annette gasped, running a hand through her mussed hair.

Kathryn laughed, drunk off her orgasm. "I told you so."

Sebastian tugged her back, kissing her, while Annette cleaned off the mess he left between her legs. They laid there for a bit, just touching and lazily kissing with Kathryn going back and forth between them. At one-point Sebastian and Annette started kissing. Watching them Kathryn got an idea.

"Annette?"

"Hm?"

"Truth or dare?"

She laughed and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "Dare."

"I want to watch you fuck Sebastian."

One lone eyebrow rose, as she propped her head up on her hand. "I thought this night was about you."

"Yes," she agreed. "And I want to watch you two fuck." She turned and looked back at her stepbrother. "I'm assuming you don't have any objections?"

He shrugged. "Hargrove's hardly the worst lay I've ever had."

"Back at ya dickhead." She pinched his calf.

"Ow! Tell her to retract her claws or deals off."

Kathryn pulled herself up to a kneeling position. "Jesus, you two really are children. Annette lay on your back."

The blonde flopped backwards, her standard wry grin on her face. "Should I close my eyes and think of England?"

"Whatever gets you off sweetheart," Sebastian drawled kneeling between her legs. "Lie there and think of Court Reynolds shriveled shit covered dick if you like, just keep your trap shut."

Annette looked back at her. "Would you object if I knee him in the balls?"

"Yes, he has lovely balls." For emphasis, Kathryn gently teased them. "Kick him in the face if absolutely necessary."

Sebastian glared at her and she laughed, kissing him until he melted against her. Pulling away she looked back at Annette who was watching them with open curiosity, one hand behind her head. "You ready baby?" When she nodded, Kathryn reached for Sebastian's cock, which of course was hard again (thank god for teenage boy stamina) and stroked him. When she saw a bit of pre-cum drip from the tip, she leaned down and flicked it off, causing him to release a hiss between his teeth. Straightening up she guided him towards Annette's entrance. "Think of all the trouble that could have been avoided if you allowed me to do it this way the first go around."

Sebastian shook his head. "I don't have a fucking clue what that's supposed to mean." Grasping Annette by the hips he thrust inside her. Her hips jerked and her mouth fell open in a soft gasp.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?"

She nodded, eyes glazed in pleasure as Sebastian began to fuck her at a deliberate pace, sinking balls deep on every lunge. Kathryn observed them, genuinely surprised by how much of a turn on it was. Generally speaking, she wasn't much for voyeurism. She'd much rather be a participant, but there was something about watching them, the two people she cared about most in this world, at their most vulnerable and knowing it was all at her hand, made it impossible to look away.

Of course, she could only remain observant for so long. Kneeling beside Sebastian, she ran a hand down his chest and nuzzled his neck. "Pull out of her," she muttered in his ear. He flashed her a brief, quizzical stare but did as instructed. Annette as expected whimpered at the loss.

Kathryn bent back down and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked Annette's secretions off, reveling in the mixed taste of them, before pulling off and guiding him back inside her. As Sebastian resuming fucking her, this time at a steadier pace, Kathryn leaned in and kissed him, sharing the taste of her.

She pulled back and laid down beside Annette, teasing her breasts. Annette moaned, arching into her touch. "Get on my face," she ordered, voice deeper than normal.

Kathryn shook her head. "No."

Instead, she teased Annette's tits a little more, biting her nipples, until they were red and swollen then moved down her body. She flicked her tongue against her clit and Sebastian's thrusting cock. As she sucked Annette's hard little nub into her mouth, she reached around, squeezing Sebastian plump ass before sliding a probing finger between his cheeks. "Shit!" he called out.

Annette laughed. "Remind you of cadet training Valmont?"

Kathryn laughed too as she worked her finger inside him. "Study sessions with Blaine?"

"I swear to god…" he remarked, sounding as if he was about to laugh himself. "I'm going to murder one or both of you by the end of this evening…FUCK!"

Kathryn teased his prostate, while doubling down on her attack of Annette's clit. She was genuinely curious who would come first. She was kind of surprised when it ended up being Annette. Her hips began jerking erratically, slamming against Kathryn's cheek as she gripped the back of her head and cried out some nonsensical curses. A moment later Sebastian pulled out of her, his cock exploding all over Annette's stomach and Kathryn's face.

Sinking back on his knees he gasped, as if having been deprived air. "Goddamn," he panted, his gazing at her cum streaked face. "You know you deserve that right?"

Kathryn shrugged indifferent, then turned to Annette. With a flirty grin she asked, "Want to lick it off me."

"Hard no. That's my limit." Annette ran a hand through her hair as she caught her breath. "At the risk of inflating your already oversized ego Valmont, fuck you're good at that."

"Excuse me," Kathryn huffed, "He didn't get you off all on his own."

She turned to her with an affectionate smile and touched her knee. "I'm well aware."

Kathryn returned the smile, until Annette looked away and frowned. She got off the bed. "I just want to clean up a little."

Watching her go, she was struck by some unnamed emotion that threatened the good mood she had been in this past hour. Before she could dwell on it too fully, Kathryn felt Sebastian nudge her with his leg. "Hey, come up here a minute."

Sebastian was propped up against the bed, smoking a cigarette, looking impossibly attractive. Getting up on all fours, Kathryn made a show of crawling over to him, taking more than a small measure of delight in the way his eyes darkened with lust as she did. Straddling his lap, she asked haughtily, "What?"

He considered her a moment before putting his cigarette out then leaning over the bed to grab his pants. Sebastian removed what looked like a handful of notes and handed them to her. "Here. I was too chicken shit to send them before."

Kathryn gave him a quizzical look before unfolding the sheets of paper. They were creased and earmarked and looked as if they had been folded and unfolded many times before. She read a few sentences then looked up at him in surprise. They were letters he wrote while at school. There were at least five or six. Kathryn started to read them but kept getting overwhelmed by his words. He wrote about mundane things like, school and his classmates and how much it sucked. But he mostly wrote about missing her and what that night meant to him, what she meant to him.

"You could see why I couldn't send them," he remarked with a self-deprecating smile.

"It would have been better than your silence."

He scratched the back of his head. "I kept picturing you and Hargrove, laying in bed, reading them, laughing yourself silly.

She frowned. "I wouldn't show them to her."

"I couldn't know that. For the longest time it was me and you against the world, then suddenly she shows up and it's you and her and I become the enemy."

"That's not exactly how it happened."

"Isn't it?" Sebastian shifted against the bed. "Look Kathryn, that was the best night of my life. The only reason I didn't wake you up to say goodbye was…I didn't know how to say goodbye to you and I didn't know if you felt the same way—"

"Shut up." Holding his face, she kissed him quiet, pouring everything she was feeling in that moment into it. Sebastian's hands wrapped around her waist possessively. When she felt his cock stir with life, Kathryn reached for it, jerking him off until he was lead in her hand. Without even thinking about it, she rose up and impaled herself on him, they both whimpered as she sunk down, sheathing him completely.

Kathryn rode him hard and dirty. Conscious of the noise, she gripped the headboard with one hand, while her other arm wrapped tightly around his neck, their mouth's fused tightly together. They came nearly simultaneously, Kathryn whimpering into his neck, Sebastian biting back a curse as he shot his load into her.

They sagged back against the bed frame, Sebastian's head tossed back as he panted, his arms refusing to release her. She laid against him but her gaze traveled to the bathroom door. Annette had been in there a while. Kathryn wondered if she had heard them and felt a pang of guilt.

It's not cheating if it's a threesome, she told herself. Don't be a fucking idiot.

She pulled off of him, only for Sebastian to whine and try to pull her back. Surely the first time her infamous stud stepbrother, ever whined over not getting to cuddle longer. Kathryn couldn't help but preen a little over that. She kissed him. "I need to clean up, I'll be right back."

Getting up from the bed, she tucked the letters away out of view before slipping into the bathroom. Annette stood at the sink, staring at her reflection. "Good, you're still alive. I was starting to think you o'd in here or something."

Annette held up her phone. "Sorry. I'm just texting Trevor Merry Christmas."

Kathryn joined her at the sink. "Did you tell him about this?"

"No, I wouldn't know how to explain it." She laughed a little. "I don't even understand how this happened."

Kathryn frowned, that familiar pang reappearing in her stomach again. "This isn't exactly how you saw the night going, is it?"

"Can't say I did, but, uh, actually I'm having a really good time. Strangely enough."

"Then why are you hiding in the bathroom?"

"I'm not hiding."

Kathryn wasn't sure she believed that. Turning on the sink, she proceeded to clean up the mess Sebastian left on her thighs. She felt Annette's gaze on her as she did and wondered if she suspected the cum stains were fresh. After a beat she spoke. "I thought you didn't let boys do that to you?"

Come inside her she meant. Normally Kathryn had a strict rule against it, but as always when it came to Sebastian all her rules seemed to go down the shitter in record time. Kathryn shrugged. "He's not just any boy." That felt like the most painfully honest thing she ever said.

Annette nodded and looked back at her reflection. A moment later there was a sniffle and Kathryn looked up sharply. She just about fell over when she realized Annette was crying. Kathryn blinked as if she was staring at a unicorn. She had seen Annette cry before but that was always an act. This felt uncomfortably real.

"Are you alright?"

She nodded. "I just…shit, I really fucked things up, didn't I?" Kathryn didn't have an answer to that because, well, duh. "I thought I was doing the right thing, the smart thing. I thought you'd be okay. Kathryn I never wanted to hurt you like that."

"I know," she muttered, maybe believing it for the first time.

"I'm watching you with him and I'm like, what the hell am I doing here? You don't need me anymore. You have the boy you've wanted since you were like fourteen and he clearly loves you and, if I hadn't been so fucking stupid and selfish—"

Kathryn cut her off abruptly with a kiss. Holding her face in her hand she kissed her until she stopped crying and becomes pliant under her hands. Kathryn intended to pull away, she truly did, but when she started, Annette pulled her back and the next thing she knew she had her hand between her legs, and she was fucking her with three fingers as Annette panted against her mouth. "God…Kathryn…"

"Shh," she murmured in the hollow of her throat, jerking her hand upwards.

Annette came with a hard shudder, Kathryn muzzled her quiet with her mouth, her gaze on the door wondering if Sebastian could hear them. They pulled apart, a little awkward and unsure. Annette leaned in and kissed her. "Thank you."

Kathryn inhaled sharply, not sure how to respond to that. She was worried Annette was expecting some kind of declaration that she was in no mind frame to make. Luckily, she moved aside, heading to the door. "I'll see you out there."

When she closed the door behind her, Kathryn let out a long exhale, turning to stare at herself in the mirror. In the reflection she noticed Sebastian's shirt, the one Annette slipped on earlier. That familiar feeling the one she refused to classify as guilt, twisted in her stomach. Her head was swimming with the earnest, silent pleas on Sebastian and Annette's respective faces. It's not cheating if it's during a threesome. Oh god, who was she kidding?

"You would find a way to cheat during a threesome," she told her reflection, with a rueful shake of her head. "Merteuil why do you always have to make things so goddamn complicated?"


"God you're smug."

Sebastian looked up to see Annette had finally emerged from the bathroom. She stood over the bed, arms crossed to her chest wearing an unimpressed scowl. She had the same look on her face she did the day they met when he ran his bullshit on her. If you had told him back then that he would end up in a threesome with her and his stepsister four months later, he's not sure he would have believed it.

"And you're a cunt," he remarked around the cigarette in his mouth, "but you notice I don't go around announcing it."

She rolled her eyes at him and flopped down across the bed. Despite his general annoyance with her he took a moment to admire her ass. The one thing he appreciated about Hargrove was how confident she was about her body. Some girls got all shy and shit, covering themselves up afterwards even though they just let him do all manner of filthy things to them. Annette didn't seem to possess a single self-conscious bone in her body and it made for a refreshing change.

Turning on her side, she snagged the cigarette from his hand and took a drag. "You better not write about this in that dorky journal of yours."

"Don't worry. I don't plan on giving this one away this time." Sebastian took the cigarette back and as he bent forward he noticed Annette's eyes looked red. He paused then took hold of her chin. "Have you been crying?"

She jerked back. "Don't be an idiot."

That wasn't exactly a no. Sebastian recalled the faint moan he heard coming from that bathroom a few minutes earlier. Had Kathryn been comforting her or was it something more? Remembering Hargrove was the enemy he remarked in his best condescending asshole tone, "If this is all too intense for you, no one would blame you for bailing out."

Annette gave him a withering smile. "Nice try. Like I told you before I'm not going anywhere."

"We'll see about that," he repeated.

"What are you two whispering about?"

They both looked up as Kathryn flounced out of the bathroom. She was wearing his button down shirt. "We're planning on running away together," he remarked without a missing a beat.

Kathryn smiled. "So long as I get to come too."

"Aw baby," Annette cooed with a coy tilt of her head. "You always get to come."

Kathryn's smirk turned dirtier as she crawled on to the bed, wrapping Annette in a kiss. They made out in front of him, all dueling tongues and roving hands, only it was clearly not for his benefit. It was kind of hot at first, observing them like this without fear that he would be labeled a perv. But it didn't take long for Sebastian to feel restless. For a brief moment, watching them, he felt very alone. Like it didn't matter if he was there or not. Before he could sink too far into self-pity, Kathryn looked over at him, with that coy, sultry smile. "Is someone feeling left out?"

"Boo hoo," Annette mocked, tugging Kathryn back into a kiss.

His gaze narrowed at the blond. You wanna play bitch? Sebastian knew the swiftest way to get his stepsister's attention was to deny her his. Feigning indifference, Sebastian got up from the bed. "Actually, I'm kind of wiped. I have to make a couple phone calls, then I think I'm going to head to bed."

As expected, that got Kathryn's attention.

"Wait." She pulled away from the amorous blond. "You can't leave."

Sliding into his pants he smiled reassuringly at her. "It appears you have more than enough to keep you busy." He dropped a kiss on her forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Turning he counted down mentally until…

"Oh Sebastian," Kathryn called out in that familiar enticing purr. Sebastian paused. "You can put it anywhere."

He smirked then turned around. "I think I've heard that before."

She shifted on the bed so her back was towards him then lifted the hem of his shirt revealing a jeweled topped butt plug nuzzled in her ass. Fuck. Game, set, match. With a coy grin she asked, "Don't you want your Christmas present?"

Sebastian came up behind her, his hands at her waist he nuzzled her neck. "You're not playing fair."

"I never do." She craned her neck, finding his mouth. She tasted like Hargrove, but he didn't mind. Kathryn ground her ass against his crotch. Oh yeah, his dick was definitely into this.

"Annette, hold on to her." She gave him a quizzical look but otherwise said nothing.

Sebastian got down on his knees, so he was level with her ass, then slowly removed the rather impressively large plug. Kathryn whimpered and he chuckled to himself. You haven't felt anything yet baby. "Hold her cheeks apart," he instructed.

Annette did as asked and Sebastian worked his tongue against her puckered opening. Kathryn cried out, falling forward into her lover. He proceeded to eat her ass with a ribald enthusiasm that surprised even himself. Normally a rimjob wasn't his favorite act to perform, he didn't mind it per say, but it wasn't his first choice off the menu. With Kathryn however…there was something taboo about it, that had nothing to do with their familial relationship. It was the fact that this was Kathryn, his rival and lover and best friend and he had her bent over, ass open, grunting like an animal as he ate her asshole. It was so filthy he could come on the act alone. Of course he would much rather do it buried balls deep in her ass.

Kathryn came with a deep guttural moan, her thighs coated with wetness as she continued to rock against his face until Sebastian pulled himself up to a standing position, his legs shaky. Before he could wipe his mouth clean, she was on him, attacking his mouth with hungry kisses, her shaking hands fumbling to unbuckle his pants. "How do you want it?" he asked.

"Slow, lets me get used to it and then I want you to really let me have it." She kissed him, eyes wide and alert. "And you better use a fuckton of lube."

Not surprisingly she had the forethought to leave a bottle on the nightside table. Sebastian poured a generous amount over his cock and then her hole. "Hargrove, play with her pussy, but don't let her come yet."

Sebastian got onto the bed behind her, stroking his cock. He realized with mild amusement that he was shaking too. "Hear how wet she is?" Annette asked.

He nudged himself against her hole. "You ready for this."

"Christ already," she cried out, voice threatening to break, "Stop fucking chatting and just do it."

The lube and the rimjob loosened her up a little but she was still tight and small, so Sebastian had to work to get into her ass. She felt incredible but he tried not to think too much about it, less this all ended before it really began. Kathryn cried out in pain as he pushed through the initial tight ring. He paused. "Don't you dare stop," she gasped.

Sebastian made eye contact with Annette who was wrapped around Kathryn watching her with wide curious eyes. He gave her a little nod and she began kissing her, distracting her from the pain. Sebastian managed to get himself all the way inside her until his balls were flush against her ass. Panting against her ear he admitted, "You feel incredible."

"You feel hard…and big…" All three of them laughed as Sebastian began to slowly fuck her. As he did, Annette began to finger her. He could feel her through the thin wall that joined them. Kathryn reached back, grabbing hold of his neck as she arched against him.

"This was what you wanted wasn't it?" he murmured into her neck. "Both of us inside you"

"Yes," she gasped. "God, fuck me harder."

Sebastian didn't need to be told twice. With one hand on her hip, the other curved around her breast as he proceeded to pound into her. Not long after things began to dissolve into a messy torrent of fucking and touching and kissing. Sebastian lost track of who was touching who or kissing who, at one point he had his cock in Kathryn and his tongue in Annette and someone had their hand on his balls. It was fucking incredible.

They ended up in a pile on the bed, grinding and kissing and rubbing, that ended with Sebastian finally coming inside his sister's backside, half delirious and utterly exhausted. Kathryn, who making out with Annette looked back at him with a taunting grin. "Don't' tell me you're worn out already? We're just getting started."

An hour later it was safe to say they were all very fucked-out. Sprawled across the messy bed, sweaty and exhausted, not cuddling but still touching, the only sound was the distant hum of the radio playing Silent Night. Taking a drag off his cigarette, Sebastian stared out the window at the falling snow and wondered what was going to happen between them tomorrow. Certainly, they couldn't just carry on like nothing happened, could they?

"Sebastian what did you get me for Christmas?"

He blinked and looked down at Kathryn who was laying at the end of the bed, her legs tangled with his. "It's leaking out of you."

She kicked him in the shin. "Don't be crude."

He laughed around the bud in his mouth. "Said the girl who not half an hour ago had her tongue up my ass." Handing off his cigarette to Annette he told her, "You'll have to wait for Christmas to find out."

Kathryn popped up and looked at the clock on the bed side table. "It's well after midnight, it's technically Christmas. Hand it over."

"It's downstairs under the tree."

"Kathryn," Annette whined, sounding like she was half awake, "It can wait until tomorrow."

Not one to be deterred, his stepsister, straddled the blond who groaned in protest. "Don't you want to know what I got you?"

Annette blinked up at her in surprise. "You got me something?"

"Maybe. Come on."

She bounded out of the bed and grabbed her robe, idling on the vanity. Watching her Annette groggily sat up. "God, where are you getting all this energy from?"

Sebastian tapped the side of his nose and Annette snickered. "She's always been weirdly hyper about Christmas," he told her. "I think she must have been visited by three ghosts in her past."

Kathryn wasn't amused. "If you ever want to see me naked again, I suggest you get your asses out of bed and join me downstairs."

Sebastian sighed and reluctantly climbed out of bed, his limbs whining in protest as he did. He slipped his boxers back on, while Annette borrowed one of Kathryn's robes. "I have to grab something from my room," she told him. "I'll be down in a minute."

Shrugging, he headed down to the main parlor where he found Kathryn sitting under the enormous Christmas tree, drinking champagne. Her smile fell when he came in alone. "Where's Annette?"

He hid his disappointment under a placid mask of indifference. "She forgot something in her room."

Kathryn smiled, taking his hand and tugging him down beside her. "Are you having fun? You look like you're starting to brood."

He shook his head. "Yeah, of course I am." Sebastian kissed her shoulder, realizing this was his moment. "I wanted to ask you something."

"What is it?"

Before he could get the question out, Annette came sweeping back into the room. "Did you know this house practically has a Christmas tree in every room?"

"Aunt Helen is very into the holidays," Kathryn replied, eyes going big when she saw Annette's gift. "Almost as much as she's into blackmail and geriatric cock."

Sebastian made a face. "Excuse me, what?"

Annette flopped down beside him, giving him a sideways look before her gaze fell back to Kathryn. "Doesn't he know?"

Kathryn waved her off. "That can wait until later. First presents!" She crawled under the tree and retrieved two presents. She handed one to Sebastian and he wasted no time taring into it. It was a journal, very similar to his first one, engraved with his initials. He smiled. "Thank you, it's beautiful, but, uh, I've already started a new journal."

Kathryn shrugged. "I know, but I'm not in that one."

Sebastian cocked a brow. "You read my journal?"

"Yes, it was very boring," she told him unapologetic. "I think you need a fresh start. Try not to give this one away this time."

He smiled sarcastically. "Well after tonight I should have more than enough to write about." He leaned over and kissed her. "Thank you. You won't be reading this one."

"We'll see." Turning back to Annette she handed over a wrapped gift box. "Keep in mind I bought this when I was still pissed at you."

"Is it a bomb?"

"Not quite."

Annette opened the gift, her face tight with apprehension. When she looked in the box she smiled and pulled out a small bookbag, similar to the one Sebastian had bought for her that summer, but a little bigger. "Cuntgrove, Yale." She laughed, "Very nice. I'm going to use this by the way. How did you know I got in?"

"I have my ways. I got in too by the way."

Annette smiled, big and blinding. "I'm not surprised."

As the girls embraced, Sebastian took a swig of champagne trying to extinguish the sour taste left in his mouth when he realized next year they would be away at school together and he would be alone. Again.

"I got you something too." Annette handed off a small box to her, clearly jewelry. Fuck, he should have gotten her jewelry. Kathryn pulled out a silver bracelet, simple and elegant, very much her style. "Look on the back."

It must have been engraved. Something passed across his sister's face that made his gut clench. "Never really over," she read.

"Barf," Sebastian grumbled into his drink.

Annette shot him a look, Kathryn ignored him, already pulling Annette into a kiss. "It's perfect, thank you."

They kissed for a moment, until Sebastian began to get irritated. He could feel some kind of mean quip form on his lips but before he could let loose the girls parted and Kathryn turned to him expectedly. He sighed. "Right."

Fetching her gift from under the tree he handed it over, pausing to tell her, "It's not jewelry."

Kathryn took the package and tore into it greedily. When she saw what it was she inhaled then looked up at him with delighted eyes. "Tickets to Venice?"

"I did promise you."

"I don't get it," Annette remarked. "Don't you have access to a private plane? What do you need tickets for?"

"It's a metaphor," He grumbled through his teeth.

Ignoring them, Kathryn crawled over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. "I love it."

He hugged her, smiling meanly at Annette over her shoulder. Fuck you bitch.

"So," Annette cleared her throat, getting her attention, "Does this mean you're staying in New York?"

Kathryn pulled away from him and refilled her champagne. "Oh that." She smirked, stretching out on the floor she revealed with a careless shrug, "I'm not going anywhere. In fact I never had any intentions of leaving in the first place."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Annette exclaimed.

Sebastian shook his head. "I fucking knew it."

"Oh please," Kathryn sighed, unbothered by their outrage. "Did you seriously believe I was going to leave Manchester in the middle of my senior year? To live in France with a man who hasn't spoken to me in close to a decade? I mean come on."

"You little bitch," Annette laughed. "You manipulated us on purpose."

"So what if I did? Are you honestly telling me you didn't have a good time?"

"I didn't say that"

Sebastian sat up a little agitated. "What about all that shit about us being toxic together and what my father said—"

She laughed cutting him off. "In what world do you ever think I'd allow Edward Valmont to dictate my life? Look, I was pissed when you both ditched me so I wanted to have a little fun and I knew you would never agree to this without a little prompting. I honestly intended for this to only be a one time thing and then we'd go our separate ways, but, I had something of a revelation tonight. The three of us are at our strongest, at our bests when we work together. Think about it, why waste our energies competing and trying to destroy each other when we can combine our talents and use them against everyone else. Us against the world. They wouldn't stand a chance."

Sebastian refilled his glass and took a swing as he digested this. "Are you seriously saying what I think you're saying?"

Kathryn shrugged; eyes lit with excitement. "Why not? We'd make a good team."

"We'd fucking kill each other," Annette pointed out.

Sebastian didn't disagree.

"But what a way to go," Kathryn laughed, pulling herself up to a sitting position. Kneeling before them she said, "Sebastian is coming back to New York full time, we still have another semester of school left, so why not have a little fun? We could own this fucking city if we wanted to and have a hell of a time doing it in the process."

Leaning forward she kissed Annette lightly on the lips, followed by him. "So, what do you say?"

Sebastian glanced over at Annette who looked just as uneasy at the prospect as he did. They shared a loaded look before she turned back to Kathryn. To his surprise Annette shrugged off her robe and pulled Kathryn in for a kiss. "What the hell?"

Watching them he wondered how much of her enthusiasm was real and how much was she just calling his bluff. After a beat, Kathryn pulled away and looked over her shoulder at him. "Well brother dear, are you in or are you out?"

He knew what he wanted, and this wasn't it. However, Sebastian was also a believer in the long con. If you wanted to win the game, sometimes you had to be willing to raise the stakes. Sebastian finished off his champagne and joined the girls on the floor. Curling up behind Kathryn he nuzzled her neck until she giggled and murmured into her ear, "Why the hell not?"

Sebastian wasn't sure what the future held, but he was fairly certain of one thing:

Shit was about to get very messy.


AN: Sorry for the delay, I had some unexpected technical issues—of course it happens on the last chapter.

So we're done with part 1. Like I said before this is a four part story. I'm about half way through writing part 2 right now but I'm not going to start posting it for another month or so. I'm currently in the midst of a big work project and am not going to have time to devote to this but I hope to get part 2, called Eat You Alive, posted by February at the latest. Let me know what you think and what you'd like to see happen next. Thanks again for your reviews and interest in this weird little story.