With Voyeuristic Intention
Chapter 25:
I Need You to Seduce Our Young Cecile
"So, Cecile, are you excited to start Manchester?"
Pushing her eggs benedict listlessly around her plate, the awkward girl shrugs and halfheartedly replies, "Um, yeah, I guess."
Undeterred by her lack of response, Annette, ever the goddamn Pollyanna presses on. "I know it can be hard starting a new school and making friends, but I hear Manchester is a wonderful institution. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine."
Cecile sighs, unimpressed. "I wanted to go to Trinity. That's where my friends Olivia and Madison go. Also, I know two other girls from church, Angie and Sara Beth, they're okay but Sara Beth is such a retard—"
"Cecile!" Bunny Caldwell snaps her daughter's name like a whip, her eyes large with fury at her daughter's social faux pas. "What have I told you about using that word?"
The littlest Caldwell just rolls her eyes while Mrs. Caldwell, remembering herself, forces a smile as she glances around the table at the other women. "You have to forgive her," she laughs uncomfortably. "A few months in France and she's completely forgotten her manners."
Aunt Helen smiles blandly, likely wondering if Caldwell's seven figure donation to her latest charity project is really worth having to put up with these obnoxious social climbing idiots. The answer is no, not even a little bit, but Aunt Helen's commitment to good manners keeps her playing along. Meanwhile, Kathryn's commitment to revenge does the same.
"Don't worry," she stage whispers to the older woman. "I'm sure it's just jet lag."
Mrs. Caldwell nods and smiles gratefully at her for understanding. She then proceeds to prattle on about their European vacation as if anyone actually gives a shit. Even Blondie looks bored.
The women are currently enjoying brunch out on the veranda with their newly arrived guests. Cecile will be staying on for the week at Kathryn's invitation. Bunny had come just to drop her off, but then finagled herself an invite for the afternoon, much to everyone's irritation.
Across the table Kathryn notices Annette studying her, likely wondering why she's tolerating these two and theorizing what she could be up to. Good luck Dorothy. Kathryn smiles back at her serenely.
Mrs. Caldwell's incessant talking is mercifully interrupted by the arrival of Sebastian. Her stepbrother comes strolling in wearing a sharp cream-colored suit, his signature shades and an arrogant shit eating grin. "Good afternoon, ladies, sorry I'm late. I got held up on a phone call."
He dips down to drop a kiss on his aunt's cheek before coming to stand beside Bunny. "GOOD AFTERNOON, MRS. CALDWELL," he shouts into her ear in a bit that never grows old. "NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"
Kathryn stifles her smirk against the rim of her glass while Annette frowns in confusion. He turns to Cecile and slipping easily into flirt mode, he kisses the younger girl's hand. "Cecile, you look lovely. I see France agreed with you."
She giggles under his attention and watches in fascination as he drifts off to greet his girlfriend with what can only be described as an overly enthusiastic kiss. Kathryn assumes the display is for Mrs. Caldwell's benefit so the tight assed crone can see how her meddling in the affairs of teenagers came to naught. Sure enough, her expression fills with quiet fury as she fidgets uncomfortably. Serves you right bitch.
"Miss me?" Sebastian murmurs when he comes up for air.
"Always," Annette replies with a girlish blush. Poor thing. It is easily the most attention he's paid her all week.
As he's slipping into the chair beside his girlfriend he pauses and meets her stare. "Hey sis, nice pearls. Although honestly, I think I prefer the pearl necklace I gave you."
Kathryn can feel her own cheeks heat at the mention of that very X-rated act she allowed him to perform right before their guests arrived. Thankfully, his immature innuendo appears to go over everyone's head. "Thank you, but I'm having it cleaned." Along with $900 dollar blouse you ruined, asshole.
"You got her a necklace?" Annette asks.
"It was a Christmas gift," Kathryn lies.
"That's sweet. You know, despite your differences, it's nice to see you two are capable of getting along."
She wonders how the little dear would react if she discovered her beloved boyfriend fucked her on the floor of her closet, not two hours ago, while spanking her ass so hard it's a wonder she can sit down. Just thinking about it she shifts uncomfortably in her chair.
As if reading her mind, Sebastian smirks across the table at her and remarks, "We have our moments."
Eager to turn the conversation back on herself, Mrs. Caldwell speaks up, "Well, we were just discussing the upcoming school year at Manchester. I'm so grateful you're taking Cecile under your wing Kathryn."
"Oh, I'm more than happy to do it." Smiling at Cecile she praises, "I see a lot of potential in Cecile."
"That's so generous Kathryn," Annette pipes in her gaze narrowing in suspicion. "It's a wonder you have time what with all your…activities."
"Well, I think it's important to mentor underclassman and the socially…limited." With a pointed smirk she adds, "I'd be happy to mentor you if you'd like."
Shoving a forkful of food into her mouth Annette retorts dryly, "I'm good, thanks."
"I'm sure Cecile can only benefit from your years of experience," Mrs. Caldwell chirps. "Under your tutelage Cecile is sure to blossom into a young woman as accomplished as you are."
"If there's one thing Kathryn excels at it's helping young women…blossom," Sebastian smarms.
Once again, his innuendo appears to sail over everyone's heads, except perhaps Hargrove who is now staring back at her and Cecile with concern. Kathryn is not amused. She waits until Sebastian is taking a sip of his mimosa before delivering a sharp kick to his shin. As anticipated, he jerks forward in a wince, spilling his drink all over his eggs benedict.
"Oh my," Kathryn frowns. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," he grumbles, sending a dark glare her way as he wipes his face clean. A servant wordlessly replaces his plate. "It must have been that damn cat. It startled me."
"Be careful, you don't want to antagonize stray pussycats. They can be vicious."
And I will personally rip your balls from your body if you fuck up my plans with your stupid remarks.
Paying them no mind Mrs. Caldwell prattles on, "Thank you so much for inviting Cecile for the week Helen. I really think the country air will do wonders for her."
"Oh, we're delighted to have her. I love having all these young people here. It's a shame Prince Philip had to leave us." Catching Kathryn eye she winks and adds, "I known Kathryn's going to miss him."
On the contrary, she's more than happy to be rid of him. Philip had become something of an albatross around her neck, constantly following her around and wanting to engage her in pointless activities. Worse yet, he made it really, really difficult to get laid. She and Sebastian had to make do with quickies in the library and hand jobs under the dinner table. No wonder her dear stepbrother was pouting at the mere mention of his name.
"So, it's true you are seeing him?" Mrs. Caldwell whispered to her with all the excitement of a tween girl. "How thrilling! Oh, what a marvelous couple you must make."
"You're dating a prince?" Cecile asks, gapping at her in awe. "That's so cool!"
"Yes," she sighs, like it's all rather mundane. "I'm going to miss him terribly of course, but his father insisted he join him in Sweeden for some foreign dignitary's conference. He'll be back next month to take me to the Manchester gala."
"What's that?"
"A party Aunt Helen hosts every year before the new school year starts. Everyone from school is invited of course and the school ambassador is announced."
"Ambassador?" Cecile echoes. "Is that like prom queen?"
"Heavens no child," Helen speaks up. "The school ambassador is the student that best symbolizes all of Manchester's values and ideals. The best and very brightest the school has to offer. They represent the school at conferences all over the world."
They also are featured in a variety of news publications, not to mention a meeting at the white house. Best of all though, it's all but a guarantee into the college of their choice. It will be the crowning jewel in Kathryn's tenure at Manchester.
"Well, I think we can all guess who the student will be," Mrs. Caldwell chuckles lightly. "Honestly Helen, I don't understand why you don't go ahead and announce Kathryn's victory right now."
For once the babbling idiot has a point. Everyone knows that position is hers. Why waste time? Kathryn can only assume the bitch doesn't want any calls of nepotism and therefore insisted on playing by the rules.
Helen smiles patiently. "Well, we have to explore all the candidates first and it wouldn't be fair to them. Kathryn understands, don't you dear."
She forces a smile. "Of course, Aunt Helen."
"Besides, who knows there might be a dark horse or two in the running." The older woman's gaze floats down the table to the unsuspecting Annette.
Oh no. No, no no! No fucking way is she losing her position to that self-righteous twat. She will burn Dorothy and Manchester to the ground Mrs. Danvers-style before she allows that to happen. Kathryn begins strategizing various Machiavelli like plots of destruction when Cecile's annoying voice pulls her from her thoughts.
"Are you guys dating?"
Annette and Sebastian regard her blunt question with a blank stare before Sebastian reaches for his girlfriend's hand and kisses it while staring at her with a faux look of adoration. "I'm not sure dating is the correct terminology, would you? Lovers is too gauche, though I suppose appropriate." He makes a point of throwing a wink at a horrified Mrs. Caldwell. "Soulmates? Perhaps, but then again—"
Annette cuts him off before everyone else hurls. "Yes, we are Cecile." She kisses her boyfriend's cheek and shakes her head at him indulgently. "You're impossible."
"But you love me anyway."
Gag.
Flushed and smiling she asks Cecile, "What about you, do you have a boyfriend?"
Kathryn doesn't miss how her expression falls. "Um, yeah, kind of."
"Oh, she's being modest," Mrs. Caldwell laughs. "She's seeing Court Reynolds, son of senator Garrett Reynolds. He's such a wonderful boy! Hansome, smart, well mannered and of course he comes from an excellent family."
Kathryn wonders what she would think about the dreamboat if she knew he had a hard-on for blow and having his ass eaten out.
"They make such a cute couple—"
"M-om!" Cecile squeals in embarrassment.
Her mother appears genuinely confused by her daughter's attitude, but Helen gets it. "Come along Bunny, let's leave the kids to their gossiping. I want to show you around my rose garden."
As Aunt Helen leads her away, she stares after her daughter anxiously, but does as she's told. No one says no to Helen Rosemond.
With his arm still thrown over his girlfriend's shoulder, Sebastian eyes Kathryn across the table then casually asks, "Hey sis, you know Court Reynolds, don't you?"
Fucking asshole. What is with him today? It's like he's purposely trying to piss her off. Refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction she says, "Vaguely. I hear he's very nice."
Cecile shrugs. "He's okay. We went out once before I went on vacation. All he did was talk about his ex-girlfriend, some bulimic-headcase he dumped over Memorial Day weekend."
Sebastian's expression breaks into a demonic grin he shares with Annette who appears to be putting the pieces together. "Really? Bulimic headcase?" he echoes. "Did he mention a name?"
"No, he just said she was really pretty, but a total liar and like, really really crazy." Cecile snorts into her juice. "What a loser she must be!"
Annette and Sebastian laugh, while shooting her knowing looks. Kathryn isn't amused.
Out of the corner of her eye, she notices a servant approaching with a full pitcher of orange juice. Smiling blandly as her amused tablemates speculated about how crazy this ex must be, she innocently slips her right heel back just in time. The poor servant trips sending that full pitcher of sticky sweet juice all over poor, unsuspecting Cecile's head. There's so much of it, it even splatters across Sebastian and Annette as well.
As Cecile rises to her feet with a squeal, the happy couple stare open mouthed and accusatory at her. Kathryn smirks against the lip of her Pellegrino. "Oops."
"Forget it, Kathryn. It's not going to happen."
Strutting into his bedroom, Sebastian sighs at the sound of his stepsister's heels doggedly pursuing him. He isn't looking forward to the ensuing conversation as he knows it can only go one of two ways: either he wins, or she does. The former will likely lead to something getting smashed and his balls getting ground into oblivion. The latter will put him squarely under her thumb, a place he has no outward desire to be no matter how momentarily satisfying it is.
Leaning against his desk, he crosses his arms and displays a look of boredom as Kathryn enters, closing the door behind herself. Standing before him, eyes sharp as knives she demands, "What exactly is the issue? You were more than up for this a few weeks ago. In fact, you were chomping at the bit if memory serves."
"Things change." And he won the bet so any desire for revenge on that loathsome woman in now null and void. "Look, I have no intention of interfering with your plans to turn that girl into the school cum dumpster. However, I will not be participating." Sebastian straightens the arm of his suit jacket only to grimace when he catches sight of a stray droplet of orange juice. Goddamn Kathryn. Chucking the jacket off he huffs to her, "This was brand new by the way."
"Boo fucking hoo," she snaps. "I have real problems. Court is starting to shit talk me to randoms. How long until he starts talking to people who actually matter?"
"You should have had him sign an NDA," he sighs flopping down into the desk chair.
"No, what I should have done was bit off his dick when I had a chance." She circles around the desk to stand before him then leans over. Gripping the arms of the chair, face drawn tight in fury she hisses, "And it's what I'm going to do to you dear brother if you don't man up and help me deflower that freak."
Sebastian stares up at her unimpressed. "Now I think we both know you're not going to do anything to that most sacred appendage. Especially given how much you seem to enjoy worshipping it." Smirking, he rises to his feet and brushes past her.
Strolling over to his bookshelves, he pretends to be preoccupied searching the spines. Kathryn of course isn't giving up. "What is it? Don't tell me you're afraid of Caldwell."
He sneers at the implication, "Of course not. Although the thought has occurred to me that if she were to find out I was the one who took her daughter's cherry she wouldn't waste a second having me thrown in jail for statutory." Spinning around he adds, "And if that happens my father will have me cut off at the knees. I'm supposed to be on my best behavior, remember?"
She rolls her eyes unimpressed. "That's what you're concerned about? Look, by the time I'm done passing that girl around no one will be able to trace you back to her."
Sebastian pretends to think about it for a moment. "Hmm…still no. Sorry. Why don't you get the stable boy to help you out. He seems into underage snatch. I have better things to do."
Plucking some Vonnegut off the shelf he starts to stalk off only to have her push him back against the bookshelf. Kathryn slithers up, the anger on her face now replaced with fuck-me eyes and a suggestive smirk. She presses herself into his chest and almost immediately he's hard. It's annoying. Sebastian's used to being horny around her, but lately it's all the goddamn time. He finds himself getting boners at the more inconvenient times. And the bitch damn well knows it.
"What is it, you want me to beg?" she purrs, toying with a button on his shirt.
"Well, I do enjoy hearing you beg."
"Philips finally gone. You have me all to yourself now. Isn't there something you'd like to do to me? Something filthy and elaborate, something no one else has tried with me before."
He cocks a brow. "Do such things exist? Going by that toy trunk of yours I assumed you'd done everything once."
Rather than get offended she releases a mischievous giggle while taking his finger into her mouth. She sucks it hard to the knuckle before releasing him with a suggestive pop. "You'd be surprised."
Sebastian let's his gaze travel the length of her. She's dressed in her company best: black tweed Channel suit, white silk blouse, pearls and heeled Mary Janes. The only thing hinting at suggestive is the tight fit of the skirt over her luscious ass. Sebastian envisions handcuffing her to the bed and fucking her into a sweaty, cum drenched mess.
After the cold war between them ended, Sebastian had been anticipating an X-rated fuckfest the likes of which neither of them has ever seen. However, thanks to the irksome prince monopolizing her time, he could barely get her alone save for a quick clandestine fuck during a party and that time she snuck into his shower to blow him. When the prince finally left this morning, he thought finally he'd get her to himself only to have the goddamn Caldwell's arrive. It was infuriating and it was half the reason he took it out on her ass earlier this afternoon.
His hunger for her is likely written all over his face as Kathryn's smirk sharpens knowingly and her nose tauntingly nudges his. "I need you to seduce our young Cecile. Do this for me Valmont and I'm yours to play with however you wish for the rest of the summer."
Clutching his face, she draws him to her and is soon devouring his mouth. Sebastian eagerly returns the kiss, his hands snaking around her waist to pull her in tighter as her clever tongue clashes against his own. God, he loves kissing her. That's another thing, ever after all the filthy things he's done to girls, somehow the simple act of kissing this particular girl is somehow the most nasty thing he's ever done.
Just as he's letting himself get lost in it, Kathryn wrenches herself away. She gulps in a lung full of air, her eyes blazing with want and triumph. "I'll take that as a yes."
And just like that he comes down to earth.
"Think again. The answers still no."
Sebastian brushes past her but Kathryn's far from done. "Are you fucking kidding me with this?" she snarls viciously.
"Afraid not"
Because yes, while all the excuses he gave her were valid, the truth of the matter is he refuses to give in to her on the simple fact that he is fed up being her wind-up toy. He is not her minion or her foot soldier or her goddamn toy. He was her equal and it was high time she recognized it. His libido be damned. He refuses to do her dirty work any longer.
Of course, at that moment Kathryn isn't having any of it. "I swear to god Sebastian, if you don't help me with this—"
"You'll what? Huff and puff and blow my house down?"
"You can forget me blowing anything ever again."
At this Sebastian releases a snicker and calls her bluff. "Now where have I heard that before?" Pushing off the desk he swaggers up to her. Grabbing her wrist, he pulls her in close. "Do you honestly want to start another cold war with me, hmm? Give it up baby, we both know I'm the best fuck you've ever had." He runs a finger against her bottom lip and husks, "No one can do to you what I can, no one can get you off that hard, that nasty. I'd think long and hard before you start throwing around threats, sis. Because I might just start getting bored with you." Releasing her, he sighs, "Speaking of which, I'm rather bored with this conversation." Waving a dismissive hand he orders, "Run along. You're starting to give me a headache."
He turns away from her then and takes a seat at his desk. Sebastian half expects her to throw something at his head or start screeching about him being an arrogant asshole. All very normal Kathryn behavior. Neither happens. Instead, she stares at him for a long beat with an odd sort of look on her face before wordlessly turning and disappearing into the bathroom. Sebastian stares at the closed door nonplussed for a moment and mouths, "What the fuck?"
When she doesn't come out after a minute, he resolves himself to ignore whatever she's up to and instead he tries to lose himself in the book he picked up. However, he can't seem to concentrate. "Kathryn!" He calls to the closed door but receives no response. "You better not be OD'ing in there!"
Again, he's greeted by silence, so he gives up and returns to Slaughterhouse-Five. He's finishing the first chapter when the door finally opens. "I hope you flushed," he sneers eyes still on the page. When she doesn't answer he looks up and his book drops out of his hand. She's naked. Total and completely naked.
Book now long forgotten, he drinks her in as sashays across the room and makes her way over to the bed. Sebastian's so enamored with all that succulent flesh on display he doesn't even notice at first what she has in her right hand. It's that goddamn oversized teddy bear he got from Coney Island. Kathryn's former lover if you will.
"What are you doing?" he asks, already rising up from his seat.
Kathryn shrugs as she tosses the bear down and climbs on his bed. "If you won't play with me, I'll just have to play with Teddy. You can go back to your reading. I'd hate to bore you."
I will not take the bait. I will not. Just get out of here and leave her to her demented sex play. She's just trying to manipulate you into giving her what she wants. You are stronger than her Valmont.
Except he really isn't. He's already rocking a major hard on and that's before she straddles the stuffed animal and begins to wither and grind against it. Kathryn lays down on top of it, nuzzling her face against the soft fur while eye fucking him across the room. "Mmm Teddy, you feel so good…"
Sebastian's wondering just how far she intends to take this when he notices something. Kathryn isn't totally naked after all. Nestled in her tight little ass is a bejeweled butt plug. So, that's what she was doing in there.
"Jesus Christ," he groans, irritated but helpless against his own need for her. Sighing in defeat, he unbuttons his shirt as he crosses over to the bed. Sebastian discards the rest of his clothes knowing a part of him will likely regret giving into her later, but unable to stop himself. When he's as naked as she is he climbs up beside her on the bed and marvels, "You know sis, I'm forever underestimating the depths of your depravity."
"Most men do." But he's not most men and he knows her just about better than anyone and yet she still has the power to shock him. He reaches for his cock, now hard as stone and strokes as he watches her hump the stuffed bear. Kathryn glances over her shoulder at him and smirks. Nothing turns her on so much as knowing she's desired.
Sebastian positions himself behind her, his fingertips tracing up the smooth expanse of his stepsister's thighs. His hands shake from the need to possess her, to jerk her forward onto his pulsating length and claim her fully. But for once he's not in a hurry and he enjoys the sensation of holding himself back as he takes a moment to admire her. Sebastian's hands come to rest on her hips. Her ass is still a little pink from the spanking he administrated earlier. God, he fucked her hours ago, he shouldn't still want her this badly. And yet…
Leaning over her he kisses down her spine as he reaches for the plug, toying with it. "Is this for me?" he husks against her ear.
"Hmm," she hums, still grinding against the bear, her ass simultaneously rubbing against him as well. He breathes in the smell of her, lavender and something else, something sweet. He shudders, cock twitching. "You haven't played with me back there in forever," she purrs, ass pressing into him more persistently.
"We should probably rectify that then, hmm?" They had only ever done anal that one infamous night. Quickies in the library don't really lend themselves to that particular activity.
He straightens up focusing on her little toy. Well not so little, it's at least four inches and she's coated herself in lube, but it's still mighty impressive that she managed to get that in her ass all by herself. Sebastian twists and turns the silicone plug at a maddeningly slow pace that makes her arch her hips higher and whine, "Fuck."
When he finally pulls it free it leaves her body with an obscene pop. He admires the little gap it leaves in its wake. Sebastian pumps his cock as he watches the gape slowly close. "Isn't that a pretty sight. God, I love seeing you split open for me."
"Just fuck me already perv."
"Says the girl currently humping a stuffed animal." Sebastian leans over the bed to the side table and pulls out some lube.
"Teddy is getting me off better than you are at the moment," she sneers, her hips working harder.
"Careful sis, or I'll make this a rough ride." For emphasis be delivers a sharp slap to her tender ass.
"Ah!" He's not sure if it's a cry of pain of pleasure. It's all the same he supposes.
Sebastian lubes up his cock and his fingers before working them slowly inside. The first one goes in easy enough thanks to the toy, the second he has to work a little bit. Kathryn's grinding becomes slower, more deliberate as she pushes against his invading digits. "Yessssss," she hisses. "Valmont."
And just hearing her say his name like that is enough to make his cock drool. As he works a third finger in along side the others, he reaches underneath her to toy with her clit. She's soaked, the fur of the toy wet and matted. He can feel her seconds from going off. Sebastian retracts his fingers, earning a whimper of disapproval, that soon morphs into a gasp of surprise when he nudges the fat tip of his cock against her rim.
Kathryn releases a very un-lady like grunt of pain/pleasure as he enters her, while Sebastian replays random mathematical equations in his head to distract himself from how good it feels. He has to work at it just to get the head past her rim, but the give that greets him betrays her experience, reminding him Kathryn is far from a virginal debutante. Her tight, scorching flesh molds around his dick as he sinks deeper into her depths. She's far too tight to go more than a few inches on the first thrust so he pulls back only to plunge in a little deeper on each subsequent push. He does this until he has almost all eight inches inside her snug little ass.
"God fucking dammit Sebastian," she growls at him, "You're too big! You're tearing me apart."
"Want me to stop?"
"Don't you fucking dare…just…fuck…move."
He grins and considers continuing at the glacial pace he's been moving at just to screw with her, but he doesn't have it in him. Clutching her hips, he begins to ride her harder, pulling out nearly to the tip before driving back into her with a vicious snap of his hips. It sends his stepsister pitching forward, causing her to hold on to her 'teddy' for dear life. A cry erupts from her parted lips as he fucks her harder.
Sebastian's gaze is briefly riveted to where they are joined. It looks obscene the way her tight little hole is stretched around his girth. He marvels at how this doesn't appear to be hurting her. Most girls grit and take it, but Kathryn not only seems to be enjoying it she's throwing it back to him. In a matter of minutes her hips are lifting and shoving back to meet his own.
Sebastian delivers another sharp slap to her tight little butt, delighting in the way it ripples under his touch. "Don't neglect Teddy," he taunts.
Kathryn looks over her shoulder at him then resumes her dirty grind against the bear, faster than before as she chases her orgasm. Good girl. Sebastian matches her rhythm, his thrusts become shorter but deeper, pushing even further into her ass. He finds himself laying on top of her as his hips snap against her grinding butt.
"You're so deep in my ass," she pants.
He lets his teeth nip her neck as he his hands reach down to squeeze her titties. "You like it?"
In lieu of an answer she turns and finds his mouth, for a sloppy kiss. It's not an optimal angle, but somehow it makes it hotter. Kathryn groans against his lips. "Fuck right there," she gasps. "Just…keep hitting that spot…harder…fuck so…mmm ahhh…god fuck my ass…Fuck it…"
If he wasn't deep in the sex haze, he might have made a stupid joke about finding her prostate, but he's too far gone to be bothered. Kathryn humps the teddy bear harder as he does the same to her ass, squeezing her butt as he violently sodomizes her. For a solid minute they're both groaning loudly while the headboard slams viciously against the wall. It's a wonder no one comes knocking.
Kathryn comes first. She reaches around to grab his neck, her nails digging painfully into him as she gasps and shudders beneath him and comes with a loud curse. The feel of her tight ass clenching and unclenching around his thrusting length is more than enough to send Sebastian over the edge. With his face buried in her neck he cries out her name one last time before filling her ass to the brim with his seed.
Sebastian collapses on top of her and lays there comfortably coming back to earth until Kathryn rolls her shoulder back, trying to dislodge him. With a reluctant groan, he pulls up and removes his softened cock from her back side. As he does a trail of cum dribbles out in his wake. He pulls back her red and swollen rim to watch in a moment with some perverse satisfaction before picking the plug back up. He uses the end to push the cum back inside her before sticking the toy in her ass.
Kathryn groans in discomfort. "What are you doing?"
"Keeping you ready for later."
"Freak"
Sebastian playfully slaps her ass one last time before rolling over onto his back. Staring up at the glistening chandelier over head he remarks, "That was easily the strangest threesome I've ever had."
Kathryn rolls over beside him. Her gaze is at the ceiling, but her mind is deep in thought. "Now there's an idea."
"Hmm?"
She looks over at him. "What if we fuck her together?"
There's no need to clarify the 'who' she's referring to. Even so Sebastian's brows lift in surprise at the suggestion. Not that it's not enticing of course, just surprising. "Umm, isn't that a little risky? What if she runs her mouth?"
"Who would believe her? One threat to tell mommy and she'll fall in line." Kathryn leans into his chest, eyes swimming with mischief. "Besides, we won't be fucking each other, just her. We're like instructors." She traces a finger against his nipple, her tone becoming more seductive. "I'll warm her up for you, get her cunny nice and wet before you take the plunge. It will be hot."
Sebastian doesn't find the idea of sex with Cecile Caldwell particularly hot, but adding Kathryn to the equation certainly would be. He's been dying to see her eat pussy, plus his hands wouldn't be the only ones getting dirty for once. Still, this whole scenario is a little fucked up. Even for them. Pushing her away from his chest he meets her gaze and huffs, "Are you seriously suggesting we take an innocent 15-year-old virgin and engage her in some filthy, incestuous three-way?"
"That's exactly what I'm suggesting. Are you in or are you out?"
"Kathryn, that's depraved, cruel and totally fucked up." Sebastian breaks into a wicked grin. "Of course, I'm in."
Pearl Necklace: a sexual act in which a man ejaculates semen on or near the neck, chest, or breast of another person.
"Oh"
Annette isn't sure what she expects when she looks up the term 'pearl necklace' but somehow it isn't that. She'd been pretty positive that the phrase alluded to something sexual when Sebastian brought it up to his stepsister during brunch. She's too attuned to the pair at this point not to realize when they're being horny with each other. She had thought it might be a sexual position of some kind, not…that.
As she clears the browser history on her phone, she thinks back to that video she watched of the pair last week, the one where Sebastian handcuffed Kathryn to the bed and ejaculated on her. A lot. Annette had been disgusted (or at least she told herself she was disgusted) but intrigued at the same time. Sebastian had only cum on her once: that time in the library when Kathryn had inadvertently interrupted them. She had been embarrassed, but she also kind of liked it.
Now, as she sat there is the peaceful sitting room, her mind wanders to what it would be like if she let him cum on her like that. On her chest, her neck, her face…the warm sticky liquid splashing across her over heated skin. The familiar tingles of desire fill her body and soon she finds herself pressing her thighs tightly together to put some pressure on her achy clit. Perhaps she should go to her bedroom, check out the cameras, see if the siblings have left any treats for her…
"There you are!"
Annette nearly jumps out of her skin at the high-pitched voice that brings her back down to earth. She quickly scrambles out of the armchair to greet Mrs. Caldwell as she comes strutting purposely into the room, disturbing her peace and quiet. She can feel her face flush as she greets her with a forced smile. "Hello Bunny, were you looking for me?"
"Yes, I was. I've been trying to get you alone all afternoon."
Yes, she's quite aware. Ever since she's arrived, she's been shooting her these deeply concerned looks. It only intensified when Sebastian showed up at brunch and decided to suddenly be extra about their relationship after practically ignoring her all week. Truth be told, Annette has been dreading this conversation ever since Helen told her about Caldwell's visit. She has a sneaking suspicion the older woman is getting primed to give her a lecture of some sort concerning her romantic life.
Like it's any of that old bitch's business, the Kathryn is her head snipes. Annette shakes her head as if dislodging the thought. "Is there something wrong?"
"I should say so." Taking her by the hand she guides Annette to the couch. "I'm very concerned about this supposed relationship with Sebastian. When I read about it in The Times, I could hardly believe it. Then I arrive here, and I find you…cavorting with him in front of Helen and everyone. Well, I must say it's most disappointing, especially since I took the time to write to you. You did get my letters, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did," she tells her. "And I appreciate your concern, but I assure you, you have nothing to worry about. I'm fine and I'm very happy with Sebastian."
This of course does nothing to appease her. "Yes, I'm sure he's fooled you into believing you're happy, but my dear you have to know it won't last. With boys like Sebastian, it never does. You have no idea what he's capable of, the women he's hurt, the reputations he's destroyed. He's the worst sort of lothario."
Annette wonders, not for the first time, why this woman is taking the private lives of teenagers so personally. Trying to remember her manners she politely tells her, "I've heard all about Sebastian's past. He's told me himself some of the awful things he's done, but he's also trying to change, and I believe him." She waits a beat before revealing in her most genuine tone, "I love Sebastian and he loves me."
Her declaration is greeted by a scornful snicker. "Oh, yes, I'm sure you are, but let me assure you he is not. Annette, dear, he is lying to you! That boy is a manipulative sadist who gets off on destroying women's reputations. Mark my words, he'll destroy you just as he has so many other girls. My god, you haven't even stepped foot in Manchester yet and you're already…" damaged goods. The words hang silently in the air above them. "Your parents must be besides themselves."
With each passing moment Annette is regretting making a friend of this woman. At orientation she seemed so sweet, so concerned with her daughter fitting in. Maybe she should have been more suspicious that she seemed to aggressively seek her out, the daughter of the new headmaster. At the time she hadn't thought anything of it, now she realizes she was naive. Mrs. Caldwell had purposely zeroed in on her, wanting to use her as some sort of pathway to the inner circle of Manchester. Gross. And now here she was making condescending assumptions about what her parents thought of her. It is taking everything in her not to go off.
"Actually, Mrs. Caldwell," she resorts back to her formal name. "My parents can't wait to meet Sebastian when they arrive next month."
"Something tells me they won't be so eager once they hear about his reputation." Annette can tell she's already likely making plans to get in contact with them ASAP. "Tell me, have you slept with him yet?"
Annette's mouth actually falls open at this woman's nerve. "Excuse me?"
"You have to know everyone will be asking it. After all, you did write that manifesto and the public does have a right to know."
"They most certainly do not have a right to know," she responds tensely, her back becoming stiff. "My private life is nobody's business but my own."
"I'm afraid you no longer have that luxury. You've purported yourself as some kind of role model and you have a responsibility to maintain that. I know I would never allow my Cecile to—"
"Mrs. Caldwell." Her diatribe is thankfully interrupted when Kathryn comes sailing into the room. Annette doesn't think she's ever been so happy to see anyone in her entire life. Her hands are literally fisted at her sides.
"Aunt Helen is waiting for you in the library to start the tour," she informs her.
"Oh yes, I shouldn't keep her waiting." She rises to her feet, smoothing out her helmet hair while delivering a pointed look at Annette. "You'll consider what we talked about, won't you?"
Not a chance in hell. Annette forces a tight smile. "Of course."
The girls watch as Mrs. Caldwell takes her leave. As soon as she's gone the pleasant smile Kathryn's wearing collapses into a scornful scowl. "Cow."
"For once we're in agreement."
Kathryn swings back around with a cocked brow. "I thought you two were old friends…or at least pen pals."
She startles at the implication her gaze narrowing, "You read my letters?"
"Of course." Kathryn shrugs unapologetically and then starts to sit on the edge of the opposite couch only to wince and remain standing. "There's something kind of ironic about you getting all your supposed intel from my brothers sloppy seconds."
"What?" Annette can feel her eyes widen in shock. "You're not seriously implying that—"
"Your boyfriend screwed that wannabee Real Housewife? Yep, he did. Why do you think she was so insistent on warning you against him? Out of the goodness of her heart? Please. She found out he fucked her on a dare, and she's been out for blood ever since. Pathetic."
She doesn't know why she's surprised by this. Of course, Sebastian fucked Mrs. Caldwell. It's probably safe to assume Sebastian's fucked anybody even reasonably attractive in the state of New York. It also explains how bitter Mrs. Caldwell sounded when discussing him. Annette realizes Kathryn is likely relaying all this info to her in the hopes of stirring up some kind of drama. Refusing to take the bait, she decides to stir up some drama of her own.
"Speaking of pathetic," she remarks rising to her feet. "I'd say inviting your ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend over so you can mess with her qualifies, wouldn't you?"
Kathryn doesn't so much as flinch. "I'm sure I don't know what you're babbling on about."
"I'm sure you do. After all, how many bulimic headcases are wandering the halls of Manchester?"
"You'd be surprised," she quips, turning around to take a seat at the baby grand. She tinkers with the keys. "Say you were right, what do you suppose my endgame would be?"
Annette considers her as she slowly crosses over to the piano. Kathryn's playing some pretty melody now. She knows whatever the debutant has planned for Cecile it likely involves her brother somehow. "You're going to corrupt, turn her into a fun house version of yourself."
Kathryn smiles faintly at the analogy. "Can you think of anything more delicious? Court believes a woman's virtue is her greatest asset. Naturally when he came to realize that I wasn't as pure as he imagined he ended our relationship. Although funnily enough, he didn't seem to mind my less than virtuous side when he was making me choke down his cock every night. I can't think of a better punishment for my darling ex than taking his new little purity doll and getting her all dirty."
"You're disgusting," Annette hisses contemptuously. "You're going to take that innocent girl, who's done nothing to you—"
"But take something that belonged to me."
"She doesn't know that. She thinks you're her new best friend!" Getting worked up now Annette snarls, "You are seriously disturbed Kathryn. I'm not going to let you get away with this."
Kathryn stops playing and considers her a moment. "And what do you plan to do about it?"
"I'm going to warn her."
Annette stalks away only for Kathryn to call out, "Go ahead and warn her, she won't believe you." She spins around to find the other girl regarding her with dry amusement, like she is so hopelessly out matched its funny. "Cecile worships me. I'm the big sister she's never had. The most popular girl in school who deems to hang out with her. You're a nobody, remember?"
"Fine, I'll go talk to Bunny then."
This makes her laugh. "Oh, the woman whose advice you ignored and whose former lover you're sleeping with. Go ahead, I'm sure she'll believe you." Kathryn rises up from her seat and slowly approaches. "I'm Upper East Side royalty baby and you are a nothing from Kansas. Don't fucking start something you won't win."
"Screw you, I'm not intimidated by you Kathryn."
The brunette leans in close and caresses her hair, "What's the matter princess, upset you're no longer the shiny new virgin on the block?"
Annette swats her away. "Go to hell." Turning around, she struts out the door determined not to let Kathryn win this time. She has to put a stop to her before she hurts someone truly innocent.
Kathryn doesn't believe in karma, not really. It's a nice thought, that the universe works on some kind of justice scale that will somehow even out the wrongs people commit. However, if her life proves anything it's that the very concept of karma is a crock of shit. She's committed all kinds of awful atrocities against mankind and yet she's continually rewarded with money, beauty and a fairly charmed life.
However, when little Cecile Caldwell suggests they go riding that afternoon after she's just spent the past hour getting aggressively ass fucked by her stepbrother, she begins to suspect maybe the concept of karma is real after all. It's as if the universe is very well aware of what she has planned for innocent little Cecile and decides this is as good a time as any to punish her for it. Thirty minutes into riding her horse Machiavelli and she's just about ready to swear off anal sex all together.
To make matters worse, the little idiot will not shut up. She keeps prattling on about her fucking music teacher. Kathryn's so lost in her own discomfort it doesn't dawn on her that a possible golden opportunity has dropped in her lap until they're nearly back at the stables.
"And then Ronald said that the fact that I noticed was really impressive and—"
"It sounds like you really like this Ronald," Kathryn interjects.
Cecile, who's slowed her horse down to a trot, blushes and looks away. "Um, yeah, he's okay."
"You haven't stopped talking about him since we started." Lowering her voice to a more intimate sisterly tone she gently pushes, "We're friends Cecile, good friends. You can tell me anything."
She stares at her a beat, eyes hopeful but guarded before bursting out, "Okay I do like him! I like him so, so much. I think about him all the time, but my mother would kill me if she found out."
Since Kathryn wasn't paying attention earlier, she really doesn't have any intel on his Ronald. She wonders if he's an older guy, possibly an adult. That could have some serious possibilities. Imagine the humiliation Court would feel when his precious virgin left him for an older man. "Why wouldn't she approve?"
She rolls her eyes. "She's so obsessed with me going out with Court and like, I don't even like him like that. Not really. I mean he's nice and everything but Ronald…" Her expression takes on a dreamy, far away look as she waxes on, "He is just so smart and nice and so hot. Much hotter than Court. Do you want to see a picture?"
When she nods in the affirmative, Cecile takes out her phone and shows it to her. Kathryn nearly laughs out loud. Ronald is indeed very hot. He also looks to be around their age. He's also black. Which, she suspects, is the real reason Cecile knows her mother will hit the roof. The Caldwell's were becoming well known for their less than enlightened views on politics. Kathryn suspects she can very well use this to her advantage.
"He's very cute," Kathryn winces as she finally dismounts her horse.
"He writes me letters you know." Cecile gets off her own horse then leans over in a whisper to reveal, "Love letters."
"How romantic."
They arrive at the stables only to find them empty. "That's strange, Dominic must be back at the house." Kathryn walks her horse into one of the empty stalls as Cecile continues to prattle on behind her about her crush. "Cecile, can you grab me the brush on the wall."
She nods and does as asked, trotting over to the wall. "…Ronald told me that he thinks it's really great that I…Oh my god!" Cecile stops her rambling when something on the other side of the stall wall gets her attention. Peering through the wooden grates she gasps, "Oh my god." Looking over her shoulder at her, face flushed with excitement she whispers, "You have to see this!"
"What is it?" Actually, Kathryn is very well aware of what she's spying on, seeing as she arranged the whole thing, but she plays along. Joining Cecile at the wall she peers through the small opening. Just as planned, she spies Dominic and Vivian making out lustily against the stable door. They're both completely naked and pawing hungrily at each other, leaving little to the imagination about what's about to go down. Excellent.
When Cecile suggested they go riding Kathryn realized this would be a perfect opportunity to set up a scene for the young girl to spy on. Initially she had intended it to be Vivian and Sebastian. However, after her little talk with Annette, she realized her stepbrother's talents were needed elsewhere.
Kathryn draws back, effecting a look of surprise and dismay, "Oh my."
Cecile giggles excitedly before resuming her position in front of the wall. "I think they're about to do it!" she whispers giddily.
"Cecile, I think we should go. It's not right to spy on people."
The younger girl throws her a brief annoyed look over her shoulder before turning back. "Um, in a minute. I just want to see what happens next."
Kathryn smirks and shakes her head at the little perv. Just as she suspected Cecile is likely dying to know all about sex and God knows her uptight mother who insists on infantizing her probably tells her jack shit. Well, Kathryn will be more than happy to provide an education.
"Oh wow, she put his thingy in her mouth!" she gasps scandalized. "That's so nasty."
You haven't even seen nasty yet little girl.
Kathryn rolls her eyes at her immature vernacular. "It's called a blowjob."
"Ew." Pulling her gaze momentarily away she whispers, "Are all guy's thingies…you know…that huge?"
Even though she's well versed in the stable boy's dick at this point, Kathryn makes a point of taking a look as if to assess. Vivian is now on her knees, sucking down Dom's member like it's her last meal which is no small feet given it's near superhuman size. Kathryn wonders if perhaps they were the wrong couple to choose for this set up. They were both a little too porn star-esq what with his huge 'thingy' and her enormous jiggling tits. She's a little worried it might be setting up Cecile for some unrealistic expectations regarding the endowments of her future sex partners.
Oh well, too late now.
"No, most men are definitely not that well-endowed," she explains as she steps away from the wall and Cecile quickly takes her place. "And for the record it's called a cock, not a thingy."
The younger girl mouths the word, as if trying it out before she resumes her spying. "Oh my god!" she gasps.
"What now?"
"He's putting his thing—er, cock into her butt!"
"What?"
That she definitely hadn't ordered. While she planned to introduce Cecile to anal at some point, certainly not this quickly and definitely not with these two. Kathryn quickly pushes Cecile out of the way and peers through the hole. Vivien is now bent over a bail of hay and Dominic is fucking her from behind at a leisurely pace. However, it's clear he's fucking her cunt and not her ass. Kathryn realizes then that Cecile is a lot more inexperienced than she imagined.
"He's not putting his cock in her butt Cecile," she explains patiently. "He's fucking her puss—vagina. It's doggy style. It's when a man enters you from behind. You've never seen that before? Not even in movies?"
She blushes and shakes her head, looking ashamed. "No, I thought sex was just, you know, with a man on top."
Oh boy. This girl is in for one hell of an education.
"I see."
Cecile eagerly resumes her spying while Kathryn takes in her flushed face, her heavy breathing and the way her legs are clenched tightly together. She had hoped putting on this little show would rouse her curiosity. Judging by her enthusiastic response she's not only deeply curious but turned on as well. This little seduction might end up being a lot easier than she had anticipated. What a lovely surprise.
"Kathryn? Do you know a lot about sex?"
She cocks a brow at the unexpected question, not sure if she's inferring something. Carefully she replies. "I know enough."
"Do you think…do you think you could teach me? You know, about sex stuff?"
Kathryn smiles. "Cecile, I would be happy to."
Change of plans. I need you to keep Hargrove occupied for an hour or so.
How would you like me to do that?
Do what you do best.
Sebastian rolls his eyes at his text exchange with his stepsister. He was supposed to go fuck Vivien in the stables or some such nonsense, in Kathryn's campaign to corrupt Cecile. The change in plan rankles him not because he's dying to fuck Vivien (he can do that whenever he pleases) or because he objects to 'distracting' Annette. It's more that it feels an awful lot like a command and that shit he won't put up with. However, when he reminds himself the reason he's doing all this, namely a front row seat to watch his stepsister sexually corrupt a pure innocent, he forgets his pride and does as he's told.
It doesn't take him long to locate Annette. Sebastian runs into her in one of the hallways, coming out of the study. She looks distracted. Her face startles when she sees him. "Oh! Hey, um, have you seen Cecile?"
Hmm, apparently his sister's paranoid delusions were right on the money for once. "I haven't seen her," he says. "Why?"
"I just have to talk with her about something."
She attempts to brush past him, but Sebastian grabs her arm, pulling her against him. Annette gives a half-hearted wiggle of protest. "I really have to find her."
"She can wait."
Slipping a hand around her neck he draws her into a hungry kiss. Annette seems momentarily taken aback by it, which isn't surprising. Sebastian's been purposely avoiding her ever since the cold war with Kathryn ended and he no longer had a use for the blonde. Outside of today's brunch, this is easily the most affection he's shown her all week. Sebastian wears her down and soon she's eagerly returning his affections.
He pulls her into the nearest room, it's a parlor of some kind he's maybe been in once this whole summer. As they make out furiously, he pops an eye open to suss out the nearest flat surface, but then Annette abruptly pulls out of his arms. She smiles and gives a shake of her head, "I'm sorry, but I really do have to find Cecile."
God damn she's persistent.
He quickly snatches her hand, pulling her back. "Wait, can we talk? I feel like I've barely seen you all week."
She looks back at him a little guarded and tells him, "You've seemed…distracted."
Something about that word makes him almost suspect she knows very well what or rather who he's been distracted by. However, that clearly isn't the case, or she'd obviously be calling him on it. Pulling a lie out of his ass he tells her, "Sorry, I just had a fight with my dad before he left. He's decided after years of neglectful parenting he's suddenly got the itch to play father knows best and apparently, he expects me to fall in line. It's not worth discussing, but I am sorry I've been distracted." Flashing her his best charming smile he asks, "Forgive me?"
"Of course"
Sebastian attempts to kiss her only for her to pull back. "Sorry, but I really have to find her. I think she might be in trouble. Your sister is up to something."
"When is she not? Are you sure that's the reason you want to run off and not something else?"
Her pert little nose wrinkles in confusion at the accusation. "What do you mean?"
"Mrs. Caldwell, she talked to you didn't she, warned you away from me? She's your mysterious pen pal."
Annette flinches in surprise before her expression becomes suspicious. "How do you know that?"
"She told me all about it," he lies. "Bragged about it in fact. Said she was going to make sure she did everything in her power to keep us apart. I told her there was no way you would ever fall for her bullshit but apparently, I was mistaken. You really can't get away from me fast enough."
"No, I…" A myriad of anxieties seems to play out over Annette's expression. Sebastian almost feels sorry for her for being so outmatched. "Yes, Mrs. Caldwell was the one writing to me. I met her at orientation and honestly, I was just humoring her. It wasn't until this afternoon when I realized she might have an agenda of her own for trying to turn me against you. I'm sorry I ever listened to her."
"It's alright, that woman's been out to destroy me for years."
"Is it because you slept together?"
This time it's Sebastian who's taken aback. "Where did you hear that?"
"Kathryn might have mentioned something."
He rolls his eyes. "Of course she did. No, I never slept with Mrs. Caldwell." A whopper of a lie. "However, she did make a drunken pass at me and when I turned her down, she did not take it well. She's been spreading shit about me ever since. I should have known she was your 'friend'."
"Trust me, she's not anymore." Annette leans in and kisses him. "I'm sorry."
"You're forgiven, but I can't believe you actually thought I had sex with that woman. I mean my reputation is not great, but I do have standards."
Annette snickers, "You could have fooled me."
Sebastian cocks a brow at the dig. "Oh, you're in for in now Hargrove." He proceeds to tickle her sides until she collapses onto a nearby couch, squealing and giggling as she tries to escape his clutches.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She shrieks.
"Too late, you're mine now."
Sebastian straddles her waist then grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head as he slowly leans down to kiss her. It's teasing and sensual at first. He delights in the way her heartrate increases and the tiny moan that escapes from her mouth as he rolls his tongue against hers. Gradually their kiss grows more intense, with Sebastian releasing one of her wrists so his free hand can travel the length of her body. He slips his hand under her dress and begins to tease her panty covered pussy. Annette arches boldly against his hand, moaning against his mouth. Someone's hungry for it.
When he can feel her panties begin to dampen under his ministrations, Sebastian pulls back from her mouth. He kisses down her chest, suckling her pebbled nipples through her dress. Panting lightly, she gives a weak shove against his shoulders. "Sebastian…I really need to go…"
"Later," he whispers while holding her down.
Sebastian pushes up the flimsy material of her sundress, letting it bunch around her waist as he settles himself between her legs. He brushes the white cotton of her panties aside and eases one finger into her hot, wet depths while his other parts her folds so he can take a long swipe of her luscious cunt. Annette trembles beneath him while he works her over, purposely avoiding where she wants him most. Her hips arch is desperation, moving against the finger he's fucking her with. When he peels back the hood of her clit he blows on the tender, pulsating flesh, making her tremble and whisper a desperate curse.
He's about to remove her irksome panties when suddenly he's hit with a bolt of inspiration. Getting back up on his hunches, he draws the garment down her legs. Gathering her wrists in his hand he holds them over her head once again.
"What are you doing?" Annette whispers, eyes wide with nerves.
"Something you'll enjoy."
Sebastian wraps the panties around her wrists, using them to bind her in place. Annette struggles, trying to pull herself free. "Sebastian," she breathes, sounding nervous and turned on at the same time.
He smirks wolfishly down at her then turns his attention back to her body. Annette is wearing a pale blue floral sundress with buttons all the way down. So very pure. Sebastian slowly undoes each button then pulls open the fabric to expose her luscious tits clad in a white lace bra and her pretty blonde bush, dewy with her excitement. With a practiced flip of his thumb, he unclasps her bra, letting her heavy breasts jiggle free. Sebastian takes his time suckling and feasting on those tits until she's once again squirming beneath him.
When he looks up her face is flushed with excitement and curiosity. "You look so hot like this," he praises as he unbuttons his own shirt. "All trussed up and sexy."
"What are you going to do?" she breathes.
"Whatever I want," he replies. Opening his pants, he pulls out his cock, already stiff and pulsating to get inside her. He strokes himself a few times, looking her over. "I could do anything I wanted to you and there's nothing you could do about it. Does that excite you?"
She blushes and shakes her head no. Sebastian grins as he pulls out a condom. "I don't believe you. I think you like it very much…the idea of being at my mercy."
"You're an arrogant, spoiled boy," she tells him.
"And it gets you off Hargrove, admit it." He snaps the condom on, and it makes her hips jump.
He draws his rubber covered cock up and down her pussy tauntingly before pushing inside. He enters her slow, feeding her his dick inch by inch, until she's arching her hips as best, she can, trying to get more of him inside her. Sebastian snickers. "Is that what you want?"
Hooking his arms under her knees, he spreads her as wide as the couch with allow, then pulls back until just the tip is inside her before slamming in balls deep. "Oh God!" Annette cries out, head thrown back.
Sebastian grins down at her while revealing in her pulsating heat. The girl may be a pill, but her pussy is a thing of beauty. Leaning over her, he uses his weight to pin her down as he fucks her ruthlessly. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoes around the room, making for a rather obscene soundtrack. Sebastian holds her in place, forcing her to feel every inch of his hard length while his eyes are pinned to her jiggling tits.
"Oh god…ugh…S-Sebastian…Sebastian the door!"
He gives a barely interested glance at the parlor room door to find it is still open. Annette struggles against her binds, suddenly agitated. "Sebastian close the door. Please! Before someone finds us."
Meeting her wide eyed, pleading stare he shakes his head and fucks her faster. Annette looks back at the door horrified. Leaning over her he licks at her neck finding her pulse point and biting down. "I think you like it," he whispers tauntingly as his free hand slips down to where they are joined. Toying with her clit he continues to mock, "The thought of getting caught…what if Mrs. Caldwell finds us like this? Hands tied above your head, pussy spread and dripping…"
"Stop it," she gasps, but it sounds more like a plea.
"Imagine how they'd react if they found out you weren't the sweet little angel you pretend to be," he whispers, hips snapping harder as he can feel not only his orgasm approach but hers as well. The couch beneath then creeks ominously threatening to break. "Anyone can find you like this…a servant…my aunt…Kathryn…" Just saying her name as he's fucking another girl makes his own cock twitch and pulsate with need.
"Sebastian…please…"
"Just think how she'd react if she found you like this…taking my cock…milking me so good…fuck…show her what a little slut you can be…"
Annette cries out, twisting and straining against her ties. She cums with a long cry that she attempts to muffle against his shoulder as her cunt pulsates around him, pulling him over the edge with her. Sebastian bites down against the tender flesh of her neck as he slams into her almost violently before at last coming with a deep grunt of satisfaction.
He collapses on top of her, exhausted from his third round of robust sex that afternoon. And the day's not even over with. After a couple minutes he feels Annette start to wiggle underneath him. "Um, Sebastian, do you think you can…?"
Sebastian looks up to find her waving her bound hands together. He grins lazily as he pulls himself up and removes the panties from her wrists. "By the way, my aunt and Mrs. Caldwell left for the city about an hour ago and Kathryn and Cecile are out riding. We're all alone."
Annette gets her hands free and then playfully punches his shoulder. "Jerk."
"It was just for fun, baby. A little roleplay." He pulls her in and hugs her, kissing the top of her head. "You know I would never compromise you like that for real."
"I know that."
Smirking he thinks to himself, not yet anyway.
I got her.
Kathryn smirks as she re-reads her stepbrother's latest text. Pleased that Hargrove is no longer a problem, at least temporarily, she turns her full attention on Cecile. Ugh. Lucifer help her.
It turns out Kathryn's scheme to get Cecile curious about sex worked like a charm—in fact it might have worked a little too well. The little ding bat hasn't shut up since they left the stables.
They're currently sitting out by the pool, on a beige sofa bed. Kathryn is applying a second coat of sunscreen as Cecile is talking a mile a minute, asking question after question. She is thankful she thought to wear her oversized shades, less the idiot sees just how often she's rolling her eyes.
Does it hurt? (At first)
Will she get pregnant? (Not if she goes on the pill and he always, always wears a condom)
What if she has to pee during it? (You won't)
How many guys has Kathryn slept with? (A lady never tells)
"But I don't understand. Why did he…you know…when he finished, did he, um…"
"Cum on her?" Cecile nods. "Guys like to mark their territory so to speak. They're rather like dogs." In her stepbrother's case, doubly so.
"Does it hurt?" This is a big concern with her.
"Of course not."
"But what if he wants to, you know, cum," she whispers and Kathryn rolls her eyes for the hundredth time, "In my mouth?"
"Then you swallow it down and hope he's had the proper nutrients," she explains dryly.
"Ew. I don't think I could ever do that."
You can, you will, and you'll enjoy it.
"It's not so bad, with the right guy." Kathryn leans over and takes a sip of her sparkling water then remarks casually, "Perhaps you can try it on your friend Ronald some time."
Cecile blushes nearly the color of her gingham two piece and sputters sarcastically, "I don't think so."
"Why not, you like him don't you?"
"Yeah, but I don't know. I've never even gone to first base with a guy."
Color her surprised. Kathryn sees her opening.
"Haven't you ever practiced on one of your girlfriends?"
As expected, Cecile balks at this. "Gross, no!"
"It's not gross. How else do you think girls learn?" Kathryn sits up and slides her sunglasses to the top of her head. "Okay face me." Cecile sits up, mimicking her pose. "Now close your eyes and wet your lips."
"Are you for real?" she scoffs.
Losing patients Kathryn asks tightly, "You want to learn or not?"
"I guess"
She finally shuts up and Kathryn sighs before leaning forward, cupping the younger girls face then gently kissing her. Cecile barely reacts but she doesn't freak out either. "See? That wasn't so scary."
"It was nothing," she replies with easy confidence.
"Okay let's try it again." Holding her stare Kathryn carefully instructs, "This time I'm going to stick my tongue in your mouth and when I do that, I want you to massage my tongue with yours, and that's what first base is."
Cecile takes this in then nods enthusiastically, not unlike an eager to please puppy. "Okay!"
"Eyes closed." Once again, she does as instructed and this time when Kathryn leans in for a kiss, Cecile tentatively kisses her back, her soft lips easily yielding to Kathryn's. When she opens her mouth and slips her the tongue, Cecile eagerly does the same. Doing as she's told, Cecile tentatively at first rubs her tongue against hers. In no time she becomes bolder, enthusiastically massaging Kathryn's tongue with her own until Kathryn breaks away. "Not bad."
Cecile, eyes still closed and kiss his puckered murmurs dreamily, "That was cool."
"Would you like to try something else? I can show you what real first base is like." Her eyes open and she nods in the affirmative. "Lay back against the couch."
She does as ordered and Kathryn lays down beside her. Leaning in, she kisses her once again, this time a little more aggressively. She cups Cecile's face with one hand while placing another on the girl's bare knee. As they make out, Kathryn slowly slides it up between her legs and then brushes a couple of fingers against her cunt. Immediately Cecile pulls away from her mouth, looking panicked. "What are you doing?"
Kathryn rolls her eyes. "Cecile, I thought you wanted to learn?"
"I do but—"
She places a finger over her lips and tells her softly, "Then you have to trust me. You do trust me, don't you?"
"I do! I do trust you it's just…um…doesn't this make us lesbians?" she whispers.
Jesus Christ.
"Cecile, I'm not asking you to the prom, I'm trying to get you off. You understand the difference?"
She nods although Kathryn suspects she doesn't. But she does stop talking and when Kathryn resumes kissing her, she eagerly returns it. Once again, she rubs two teasing fingers against her sex. Although she stiffens slightly, she doesn't jump away. After a few minutes of this, however, her hesitation seems to melt away as she begins to squirm against her hand, searching for more friction. Kathryn takes the opportunity to slip her fingers under the elastic of her swimsuit. Her pussy is already dripping, desperate for attention. Kathryn's more than happy to give it some.
When she traces her finger up her folds and then ghosts it over her clit, Cecile's hips jump, and she pulls away from her mouth. "Oh God!"
"You want me to stop?"
"N-no," she stammers, "Oh boy, do that again."
"This?" she asks innocently, this time applying a little more pressure to her pulsating clit as she swirls her thumb against it. "You like that?"
"Yes…oh yes…" Her big brown eyes flutter shut as she begins to grind hard against Kathryn's hand. Her mouth falls open and this dreamy look of pleasure fills her flushed face. It's rather attractive.
Kathryn decides there's something charming about the young girl's enthusiasm. While normally she finds Cecile's lack of decorum and general social graces awkward and annoying, when put in a sexual context it's almost charming. She has no shame. She just takes her pleasure like a greedy child, desperate for more and utterly unapologetic about it.
Cecile humps her hand aggressively as Kathryn uses her free hand to trace a finger over her pebbled nipple. She gives it just the tiniest squeeze and suddenly Cecile is going off like a rocket.
"Ohmygod…ohmygod…ohmygod…oh, oh, ohhhhhh," she squeals, her legs clenching against Kathryn's hand, her eyes shut tight. She trembles under her hand before finally collapsing, sated against the sofa, looking exhausted and a little shell shocked.
Kathryn removes her hand, examining her wet fingers before cleaning it off. Cecile, finally coming back to earth looks at her astounded and demands, "What. Was. That?"
"That was an orgasm, Cecile. Congratulations, you're a woman. I'm so proud of you!"
The younger girl sits up, her face breaking into an excited grin. "I am?!"
Kathryn's not prepared when she throws her arms around her for an enthusiastic hug, pulling her down onto the sofa bed. She quickly scrambles out of her embrace. Righting herself she slips her sunglasses back on and tells her, "Now that you've started it would be stupid of you to stop. I think perhaps we should get you a tutor."
"A SEX tutor? But why can't you just help me?" She leans in for a kiss, but Kathryn pushes her back.
"I'll be there of course, but I think we might need a third party. A guy."
Apprehension flashes in her eyes at the suggestion. "Um, I don't know…"
Rather than get angry Kathryn pretends to sympathize. "I totally understand if you're not ready yet Cecile. Lots of girls wait to have sex. Of course, most of them have trouble getting boyfriends, but I'm sure that won't be the case for you. You're so pretty and smart! Honestly, I shouldn't have even suggested it, but I keep forgetting how young you are. Too young for all of this really." Kathryn gets up of the sofa, "Let's just forget the whole thing."
"NO!" Cecile grabs her arm. "Please don't go! I want to learn. I want to have sex. Please help me, Kathryn! Please!"
She pretends to consider her a moment before reluctantly sitting back down. "Alright, I'll help you Cecile but under two conditions. First, you have to do what I tell you without question. Any complaints and we stop forever, understand?"
Cecile nods enthusiastically. "I'll do whatever you tell me."
Kathryn nods. "And second, most importantly, you can't tell ANYONE about this, understand? Not your parents, not your friends, not your music teacher, no one. Got it?"
Once again, she nods and then crosses her heart. "I promise, it will be our secret."
"Good girl"
Cecile gives her a big smile. "Thank you so much Kathryn. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."
She cozies up to her, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "There's no need. We're friends, right?"
"BEST friends," she enthuses and then kisses her cheek.
Kathryn grins. Famous last words.