Twisted around her finger

Twisted Around her finger

WARNING: This story contains moderate/heavy sexual scenes between minors, and homphobic attitudes. If you don't approve of this stuff, ignored my warning, and got disgusted/insulted by this story, then you have no one to blame except yourself.

NB: This is the prequel to "Behind the mask." It's set 6 years before the events in cruel intentions. So in this story, Sebastian and Kathryn start out as 11, and Blaine starts out as 13.

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Chapter Three: Losing the battle

Tiffani Merteuil and Edward Valmont had now been married for three years. Their marriage was more for business reasons than anything else. They got along okay, but there was no love in the marriage. They hadn't 'made love' in over a year, or slept in the same bed.

Plus, according to Tiffani's 'angelic' daughter, 14-year-old Kathryn; Edward was 'diddling' their Vietnamese maid, or was it Phillipino maid? Tiffani wasn't sure, and didn't really care anyway. She didn't love Edward, she only liked him. That was more than she could say for his son, 14-year-old Sebastian Valmont. Really, the boy had no class, always socialising with working class teens instead of the lovely young gentlemen at his expensive school…

Meanwhile, Sebastian was at his best friend, Blaine Tuttle's house. There was a big party going on for Blaine's 16th Birthday, and he was having the time of his life, dancing with heaps of cute girls, smoking marijuana, and drinking. Now he was taking a rest, sitting on a chair near the snack table. It was just a pity that his stepsister had to show up. There she was right now. Dancing close with an unfamiliar guy, her slender body grinding against his. God, the sight was making him so HOT. How he longed to be the one grinding against her. As he stared at the two, his memories of an intimate moment between himself and Kathryn came flooding back. Just before their parents married…

Her beautiful body was pressed close to his as his long fingers found their way into her panties, then into a more intimate place. Tight, warm, and wet. He remembered his fingers thrusting inside her, her mouth pressed against his, moaning softly the whole time, their tongues thrusting into each other's mouths. Then, her orgasm, her whole body going stiff, and his fingers being squeezed. Her juices soaking her underwear, and his hand. Then, his turn. Her slender hand wrapped around him, moving in light, fluid motions. Fingernails lightly running over the swollen flesh…

That was how Sebastian could remember their most intimate moment. He sighed, remembering how indifferent she acted towards after the moment. Like he didn't exist. Ever since the day he met her, he had felt something about Kathryn that he had never felt for any other girl. His stomach would flip-flop, like he was going to be sick, and his heart would ache. He knew why, though. It was because he had fallen in love with her. Kathryn was the first that he truly loved. But just what made her stand out from other girls? Was it her striking beauty? Her penetrating stare? Her ice-cold yet charismatic personality? Or was it the fact that she was the one person who could rival him in manipulation and seduction?

"Hey, 'Bastian. What are you staring at?"

Sebastian jumped in shock. He started laughing when he realised that it was only Blaine. The 16-year-old grinned at the younger boy, a strangely faraway look in his green eyes.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Sebastian just shrugged, and motioned towards Kathryn, who was still dancing with the unfamiliar guy. Blaine arched a dark eyebrow, which contrasted strangely with his bleached hair. How did Kathryn get here? He wondered. I sure as hell didn't invite the little slut.

"Still thinking about that 'moment' with her, eh?"

"Haven't forgotten it, Blaine."

Blaine folded his arms silently. His eyes were on Sebastian. He sighed unhappily. I wonder… he thought. No, get rid of that idea said the other voice in his head. Sebastian is your best friend. You KNOW that he doesn't fancy guys, and your chances with him are nil. Besides, he loves Kathryn.

"So, Blaine, see anything you fancy?" Sebastian asked, a smirk plastered on his face. Blaine smirked too.

"That brunet guy in the see-through top looks inviting, and I happen to know that he's gay, and single."

Sebastian started laughing. That was what he really liked about Blaine. He spoke his mind, and didn't care what anyone thought of his opinion.

"Well, 'Bastian. You can sit and stare at Kathryn all night if you want, but I am going to try the moves on that hot guy." And with that, Blaine started making his way towards the guy he fancied. Sebastian still just sat there, his gaze fixed on Kathryn. Her head swivelled in his direction, and their eyes met, royal blue and ice blue. A cheeky smirk appeared on her face, and she beckoned towards him. He got up and strode towards her, plastering a smirk on his face.

"Dance with me, Sebastian." It was a statement, not a question.

"Why should I, Kathryn?" He asked, his smirk never fading. She grabbed the front of his Calvin Klein shirt, pulling him closer to her slender body. He stifled a moan.

"I know you've been staring at me all night, but I knew you'd never ask me to dance, so I'm asking you to dance with me." She whispered hotly in his ear.

"OK then, I'll give you the privilege of dancing with me, if only for a few minutes." Sebastian replied, his smirk still plastered on his face. Kathryn rolled her eyes. God, he can be a pain in the ass she thought. But I can tell that he's giving in to me more and more by the day.

They then wrapped their arms around each other's waists and began dancing, their slender bodies grinding against each other. Sebastian's eyes widened when their groins touched, and so did Kathryn's, only her reaction was less noticeable. Strange tingling sensations shot through their bodies, and they both stifled the moans of pleasure that were threatening to escape them. Out of the corner of her eye, Kathryn noticed Blaine dancing closely with an unfamiliar guy, their tongues exploring each other's mouths.

My God that is so disgusting she thought WHY does Sebastian like that fag, anyway? Her thoughts were interrupted by Sebastian's voice.

"What did you say?" She asked confusedly. He raised a golden eyebrow.

"I wanted to know how you heard about Blaine's party, and why you came?" He replied. Kathryn gave him that little superior smirk that he loved to hate.

"I have my ways, Sebastian! I have my ways." He scowled as she said this, and her smirk got bigger. God, I love pissing him off She thought. It's so much fun to make a Valmont man lose his cool.

"Kathryn, I was thinking…"

"Go on, I'm listening."

"Do you remember that 'event' we had together, you know, just before our parent's wedding?"

Kathryn narrowed her eyes in anger, took a step back from Sebastian, raised her left hand, and slapped him across the face. Hard. Sebastian staggered backwards in surprise, holding his sore cheek. Kathryn reached out to grab his shirt collar, and pulled their faces close.

"So sorry, my hand slipped!" She said sarcastically. He glared at her.

"You dumb bitch! What the fuck was that for?" He growled. She pulled him closer to her.

"In case you don't remember, Sebastian," She hissed "I said right after out 'incident' that we were to act as if nothing ever happened."

"Well maybe its easy for you to do so, Kathryn, but I can't get that image out of my mind!". Kathryn raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

"Are you really so weak that you can't forget an incident that happened nearly three years ago and lasted only 5 minutes?" She was trying not to laugh. He's not as hard as he appears said the voice in her head.

"It was an eternity to me, and I know that you've thought about it very often, and you can't deny that." Sebastian whispered, his smirk returning. He then removed Kathryn's hands from his shirt, and began walking upstairs to the bathroom. Shocked and confused, Kathryn ran after him, and followed him into the bathroom. She locked the door and turned around to face him.

"What do you mean by 'I know you've thought about it very often?'" She demanded. He laughed mockingly, and brushed his fingers over her cheek.

"I've seen you touching yourself in the bathroom, and in your bedroom, moaning 'Oh, Sebastian' over and over. And I've heard you calling my name when you orgasm, on more than one occasion."

Kathryn's dropped open in shock. For once, she was lost for words. Yes, she did think about him when she pleasured herself, she couldn't help it, and sometimes when other guys were pleasuring her, it took all her willpower not to scream his name.

"You fucking pervert!" She snapped. Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

"Well, my dear Kathryn, maybe you should learn to be a little more discreet when pleasuring yourself!" He started laughing, then stopped when he noticed a strange glint in his stepsister's eyes. The room went completley silent. It was Kathryn who broke the silence.

"Tell me, Sebastian. Do you think about me when you jack off, or when you're with other girls?" She asked seductively. Sebastian gasped, then pulled himself together.

"Sometimes I do." He replied calmly. She smirked at him. He returned it. She came closer towards him, and began unbuttoning her shirt. Sebastian's eyes widened. He had seen her without a shirt on before, but this was more…erotic. Still smirking, she tossed her shirt on the floor, and removed her black, silk bra. Kathryn now stood in front of him, topless.

"Touch me." She purred, putting his hands on her breasts. They were larger than he thought, just slightly larger than his hands that cupped them.

"Why should I?" He demanded. She smiled dangerously.

"Because I know you've wanted to do this ever since our parents married. So do it." He nodded, and began massaging her breasts. She moaned softly, and unbuttoned his shirt, allowing it to slip to the floor.

"Take off your…Ooh…Oh, GOD! Take off your shoes, Sebastian." She moaned. He obliged, and kicked them off. Her nimble hands unzipped his jeans, slid them down his legs, and onto the floor. Inbetween her moans, she caught sight of the obvious bulge in his boxers, and smirked. Kathryn then pulled him in for a tongue-wrestle, while at the same time kicking off her shoes, and her skin-tight jeans. She then wrapped her legs around his waist and began grinding her lower body into his.

"Your…oh yesss! Your turn, Sebastian." She said, removing her legs. He stood there patiently. Smirking, Kathryn pulled down his boxers. Her eyes widened at his size.

"Well that rules out ever teasing you about this." She giggled, then began stroking him. Her motions, unlike their last moment, were slow and her hand was wrapped around him so tight that it hurt, but in a strangely pleasurable way. Thanks to her experience with other guys, his climax was fast and fierce, sending a beautifully painful high through his body. Once it was over, he noticed that she was standing completely naked in front of him, covered in a light sheen of sweat, and bathed in the room's light. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Are you going to get to work, Sebastian, or do I have to find another guy?" She demanded, grinding her body against his. He got the message, and began thrusting his fingers into her, while still massaging her breasts. She moaned and gasped in pleasure as he worked his magic on her. God, he was even better now that he was more experienced. Her climax, like his, was fast and fierce. When she came down from her high, he was standing there, but his boxers were back on.

"Kathryn?"

"What is it?" Her voice was crisp. He shrugged casually.

"Do you want to do this again another time?" He asked. His voice was casual, but there was no mistaking that glint of hope in his royal-blue eyes. Kathryn raised her dark eyebrows as she dressed herself, and did her best not to look like she had just finished experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm.

"Let me see…" Her voice trailed off as she buttoned her shirt and did her hair with a brush that she had found in the bathroom sink.

"Well? I'm waiting for an answer!" He said impatiently. Kathryn smirked, then kissed him, allowing her tongue to slip into his mouth, and massage his tongue.

"Maybe we will, and maybe we won't." She said sweetly. She then opened the door, and walked back out to the party, looking for another guy to dance with.

Sebastian just stood there, confused. Then a smile crept over his face as her words echoed in his mind. Maybe we will, and maybe we won't. His smile got bigger. So that means I have a chance he thought as he left the bathroom, and strode downstairs to the party. He could see Kathryn, dancing with another unfamiliar guy. Sebastian swore that Kathryn winked at him as he walked past. Their eyes met, and Kathryn smiled. She beckoned for him to come closer. He did, but Kathryn's other guy didn't notice.

"Meet me in my room at midnight if you're in the mood." She whispered. Sebastian raised his eyebrows, and went off to search for Blaine. He found him in the corner of the room, chatting to the guy that he had been after the whole night. The guy smiled and waved at Sebastian, and so did Blaine.

"Sebastian." He said, grinning. "This is Nicolas Impala. Nicolas, this is my best friend, Sebastian Valmont."

Sebastian liked Nicolas instantly. He reminded him of Blaine, only a little less outgoing. Before long, they were all chatting like old friends. Well, he and Blaine were old friends, but he was chatting with Nicolas like an old friend.

"So, Sebastian. Where have you been for the last half-hour?" Blaine asked curiously, running a hand through his bleached hair. A smirk crept across Sebastian's face.

"With Kathryn." Blaine's eyes widened.

"And just what were you and Kathryn doing?" Sebastian's smirk increased its size.

"Ooh! Now wouldn't you like to know?" He answered with a laugh. "Now if you'll excuse me, guys, I should be going, and I'll see you tomorrow, right Blaine?"

Blaine nodded and gave him a quick hug.

"Thanks for coming, 'Bastian. And thanks for the present, I love it."

"Anything for my best friend." Sebastian returned the hug, and waved to Nicolas. Then he turned on his heel and walked out into the night, eager to get home and eager for a little 'fun' with his minx of a stepsister, Kathryn Merteuil.

Meanwhile, Kathryn was still living it up at the party, an evil smile on her pretty face.

"Ooh, Sebastian!" She whispered. "Bit by bit, you're losing the fight. I'll have you twisted around my finger before we're 15, just like all the other guys, and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it."

Kathryn giggled impishly at this thought. Sebastian was a challenge to manipulate, but she loved challenges, and she knew that she was winning the battle against him. His strength was just about gone. Their intimate moment in the bathroom tonight had been the ultimate cliché. Now it was only a matter of time…