With Voyeuristic Intention

Chapter 4:

You Had an Orgasm

Oh Valmont, you nasty boy.

Kathryn's sex clenches as she eyes a picture of the school quarterback tonguing her stepbrother bloated balls. She nearly moans when she gets to the one of him swallowing his dick. Goddamn. She should have demanded video too.

You would think at this point she would know better than to doubt Sebastian's seduction abilities, but she's genuinely surprised when she gets the pictures and accompanying text. She's also kind of turned on, but unfortunately her libido is going to have to be put on the back burner for the time being. At least until she takes care of the girl.

Speaking of which…

Kathryn watches from the second-floor balcony as Annette emerges from a town car. Little Miss Sunshine has spent the day feeding the disgusting or nursing orphans or some such shit. Kathryn can't begin to care. Her only concern is ensuring Annette takes the bait. Time to spring the trap.

Flicking her cigarette carelessly away and tucking her phone away, she heads back inside and deposits herself on the chase. Knowing full well that Annette will have to cross the parlor to get to her bedroom she waits. Ever since yesterday morning the blonde has been avoiding her and up until now Kathryn has allowed it, but no more. She needs answers. It is time to find out how much that little witch knows.

Moments later Annette comes strutting in, completely oblivious to her presence. Kathryn waits until she's almost past her before calling out, "Good afternoon Annette."

She swings around, her easy smile melting into a frown and her eyes becoming hard. "Kathryn," she says, but she might as well be saying 'fuck you'. If she had any balls, she would.

Remaining in her best-little-debutante persona, Kathryn chirps pleasantly, "How was volunteering? Aunt Helen says you visited St. Mary's. You know I helped out their last semester. Tell me, is sister Beatrice still running things?"

She shakes her head scornfully. "Oh, cut the shit Kathryn. I'm not buying a word of it. I know all about your little act."

Kathryn flinches, pretending to be shocked by Annette's venom. In truth though, she's kind of impressed. Who knew goldilocks had it in her? Slowly rising up from her chair, she approaches her gently like she's a wounded animal. "Annette, did I do something wrong?" Affecting a look of hurt she murmurs, "I thought we were friends."

"Spare me, you thought nothing of the kind. You know I suspected you were a phony when we met, but I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt." She shrugs. "I guess I should have gone with my first instincts. After what I heard last night, I realize now you're nothing more than a lying, psychopathic witch."

Kathryn cocked a brow at that. Well alright then, you want to play bitch, we'll play.

Shedding her good girl persona, she reverts back to her true colors. "And you're nothing but a sanctimonious, frigid, moron, but you notice I don't go around announcing it. Some of us were raised with manners." Smiling meanly, she adds, "I guess they didn't teach that on the farm, huh Dorothy?"

"If your idea of manners includes lying and pretending to be someone you're not, then yes I definitely wasn't raised that way."

"Were you raised to listen in doorways like some kind of pervert?"

She flushes at being called out. "You were discussing me! I had every right to listen. Besides, the two of you weren't exactly discreet."

Kathryn stills at that. "Look, I don't know what you think you heard—"

"More than I wanted to, trust me." Rolling her eyes, Annette walks over to the bar and pours herself some water. "Last night, I was just trying to find the kitchen and lo and behold I overhear the two of you. I must say it was quite the eyeopener. If that's what passes as sophisticated, I'll gladly stick to being naive. You two are seriously disturbed."

Goddammit. She must have seen them. Kathryn is so fucked.

"You don't know the first thing about me, hayseed."

Coming around the bar, Annette seems to size her up with her eyes. "I think I have a pretty good idea. Poor, messed up little rich girl, riddled with insecurities, trying to dull the pain with drugs and sex."

Kathryn rolls her eyes. "Golly gee, can you add another cliché while you're at it."

"How about the pretty girl, with a deep dark secret."

She doesn't move. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't you?" Annette holds her stare for a long beat until Kathryn is so frustrated she wants to scream at her to get on with it already. She's about to do just that when Annette suddenly reaches out and grabs her crucifix from around her wrist. "The student body president of Manchester is a coke head."

Funny, she never thought she'd breathe a sigh of relief hearing that. That habit while ugly and potential explosive, wasn't nearly as bad as having an incestuous relationship with her stepbrother. This was easier to hide at least.

"I'd be careful about throwing around accusations like that," she warns her.

"Oh, you mean if I unscrew this, an illegal stimulant won't come out?" Kathryn tugs the rosary back and Annette laughs. "Thought so."

Smug little bitch. She would like nothing more than to slap that superior smirk off her face, but she's on a mission. She has to find out for sure what she saw that night. Annette would be put in her place soon enough. "Exactly how long were you eavesdropping on us? We also played chess till 3 in the morning," she lies, "Were you there for that too?"

Leaning against the bar she rolls her eyes. "No, there was only so much I could stomach after a few minutes. I generally don't make it a habit to eavesdrop on people's conversations."

She didn't see us. There is no way if she had she'd keep it to herself. Kathryn is in the clear.

Blondie still has to go though.

"Let me guess, you're use to spying in key holes. Is that how girls like you get off? You know, you should consider investing in a good vibrator. It's less creepy."

Annette's eyes narrow and she hisses back, "I'll keep that in mind. But you know, if I were you, I'd be less concerned about doling out advise and more worried about saving your over privileged ass. When my father hears about the student body presidents less than wholesome proclivities, I imagine an overhaul of the student government might be in order."

"Oh, so you're a narc on top of being a self-righteous prude? Shocking. No wonder all the boys come running."

"Better a self-righteous prude than a deranged slut."

"Don't knock sluts," Kathryn chides. Unable to resist fucking with her a little, she steps closer and runs a hand through her blonde locks. "They get to have all the fun."

Annette jerks back and Kathryn laughs. "As for your little threat I wouldn't recommend it. Your Daddy may be headmaster, but my family owns that school and I run it. Everyone in it is lining up to lick my twat, so don't fuck with me."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Then your self-preservation instincts are seriously lacking. Trust me, you don't want to make an enemy out of me Dorothy. Life at Manchester is going to be rough enough for you, what with your moronic beliefs and your hideous wardrobe. Don't start a war you won't win."

She shakes her head. "You're a real piece of work. Sebastian is a pig, but at least he's honest about it."

"Sebastian can afford to be. The rules are different for boys, or haven't you noticed?"

Little Miss Thing didn't have a comeback for that one. She just flinches and stares at her for a beat before flouncing off. "Well as fun as this has been," she calls over her shoulder. "I have better things to do. I'm taking a shower."

Unable to resist Kathryn calls back, "Is that an invitation?" Annette stumbles on the stairs leading out of the parlor and looks back at her with a mix of shock and disgust. It makes Kathryn chuckle. It was almost a shame she's getting rid of Dorothy. She might have been fun to keep around, if only to torture and play with. Like a cat would a mouse before clawing it to death.

Kathryn waits until Annette is nearly out of the room before calling out, "Oh, by the way, I nearly forgot, your friend Greg stopped by."

She pauses and looks back at her. "Greg's here?"

She nods. "He wanted to talk to you about something, but Sebastian showed up and dragged him to the pool house."

"Why?"

"I haven't the faintest clue. Unlike some people I try to keep my nose out of other people's affairs."

Annette rolls her eyes, but struts past her to head back downstairs. Kathryn watches from the balcony as the petite blonde makes her way across the great lawn, towards the pool house. What she'll find there with undoubtably shock her to her very core and with any luck she'll be on the next flight to Kansas, never to be heard from again.

"Sayonara Dorothy."

What a bitch.

Annette doesn't like that that word, never has. It's misogynistic and demeaning, a crutch for people who can't handle a strong, opinionated woman. However, she can think of no more apt a word than that one. She is heartless, crude and mean. It isn't an opinion but a stated fact. Kathryn Merteuil is a total bitch.

The annoying thing is she would probably take it as a compliment. Weirdo.

Annette's adrenaline is running high as she stalks across the freshly mowed grass of the estate, her conversation with Kathryn playing over in her mind. She's never had the desire to physical attack someone before, but dealing with Merteuil, she is overcome with the urge to strike out at her with her fists or dig her nails into her perfect skin until she draws blood. It's a little disturbing, which just serves to piss her of all the more. Interacting with Kathryn brings out this unflattering side of her, something ugly and coarse and that makes her uneasy.

But at the same time, she has to admit she did get a little rush from it. Sparing with Kathryn feels like she's exorcising some muscle she never knew she had. Take for instance when she toyed with Kathryn about her 'deep, dark secret'. She knew Kathryn was trying to figure out if she knew about her twisted relationship with her brother. Annette decided to keep that intel to herself for now. As an avid poker player, she knows better than to show her hand so early in the game.

Game? God she's even starting to talk like them now. She vows then and there to try to keep her distance from the brunette for the rest of the summer.

Annette tries to put the whole conversation out of her mind as she approaches the pool house. Unlike most pool houses which were basically just garages to store pool supplies, this one is a large two-story house that is bigger than Annette's home back in Kansas. She can't imagine what Helen uses it for as there were at least two other guest cottages, just as big if not bigger, on the property.

Entering the house, she wonders what the boys could be up to. Based on her conversations with Greg, it didn't seem as if there was any love lost between them. What could Sebastian possibly want to talk to him about?

The house is quiet as she walks through the large, modern kitchen. There're a few beers on the counter but that's about it. Annette's about to call out Greg's name when she hears a loud, pained groan. Her first thought is that the boys were likely fighting. Thinking someone might be hurt she rushes into the next room only to draw up short at what she finds. Indeed, it was Greg and Sebastian getting physical with one another, but they most definitely aren't fighting.

They're making out.

Annette is so stunned she can do nothing but gape at them for a solid minute. Neither Greg nor Sebastian notices her as they are clearly too preoccupied at the moment. Kneeling on the couch with their shorts tugged down to their knees, they kiss passionately, almost violently. They're pressed so tightly together, Annette doesn't notice right away that Sebastian had his fist squeezed around something. She blinks in shock when she realized it's his penis. And Greg's. He's jerking them off.

Oh my god.

Her mouth falls open in a little O and she nearly gasps, but somehow, she holds it in. Embarrassed and fearful of getting caught watching them, she quickly ducks around the corner. Panting against the wall she tries to wrap her head around this. Was Greg gay? Was Sebastian? Was this just something boys did together when alone together? Annette knows she's naive when it comes to sexual matters, but that seems unlikely. Then she remembers something in one of the letters Mrs. Caldwell sent. She made some kind of reference to Sebastian not being discerning when it came to lovers, no matter how controversial. At the time she assumed she meant she was referring to girls of a different class or race. Thinking back, she realizes she but never specified his lovers as being females. Was he bi-sexual then?

As for Greg she has no idea, he's only ever been interested in girls as far as she knows. If anything, he always seemed a little homophobic to her. Had Sebastian seduced him?

It doesn't matter, she tells herself. Just get the hell out of there. She didn't want to see this.

And yet she can't make herself move.

When she hears Greg moan again, she can't resist her curiosity. Slowly she peeks around the corner and watches them. Greg has his head tossed back while Sebastian kisses at his neck and shoulders. The hand he has wrapped around them is jerking so fast it is almost violent. Annette wonders if they're in pain. It can't possibly feel good, could it, being squeezed like that? Then again, the way Greg was moaning, maybe it did. Having never seen two men together like this she is kind of fascinated.

Sebastian pulls away from Greg's neck and cupping his face he asks, "Ready for the main event?"

"Y-yeah."

"Get my dick wet first."

Sebastian takes him by the back of the neck and shoves his head down to his crotch. Greg doesn't object and instead sucks Sebastian's penis into his mouth. Well not so much suck as swallows it whole, like she once saw a boa constrictor do to a large rat. Greg's head bobs frantically and he makes these very crude slurping sounds. Sebastian's hand tangles in Greg's hair as he tosses his head back and groans.

"Fuck…you're a good little cocksucker Greggy."

This only seems to make Greg bob harder.

Abruptly, Sebastian shoves him off. "That's enough. You can have my load after I get a crack at that ass."

Sebastian lumbers off the couch then casually removes the rest of his clothes as Greg does the same. Annette takes this in. She's never seen a naked man outside of biology books or art museums. She's never even looked it up online. Although vaguely curiou,s it just seemed too deviant. Now, taking them in she marvels at how equally funny and beautiful they are. She always thought penises were pale, but theses were an angry pink, fully hard, and large. She can't imagine taking something like that into her body.

Greg bends over the back of the couch, with his ass sticking out. It's pale and round though not nearly as nice as Sebastian, which she has to admit she can't stop staring at. She watches as he bends over and retrieves a bottle from the table then comes up behind Greg. He pours it over the other boys butt and his own fingers. Annette gapes as she watches Sebastian work his fingers inside him. Greg groans and reaches for himself, tugging. To her surprise Sebastian tugs his hand away. "Nope."

"Ah, come on man, I'm dying here."

"You can wait until I get inside."

His hand speeds up and he puts two more fingers inside him. "Fuck, fuck fuck," Greg groans, withering against the couch. "Please just give it to me. Come on, fuck me, please. Give me that cock."

Sebastian smirks at his begging. It's the same smug smirk he wore when talking with his sister. Pulling away from Greg he reaches for a packet on the table. Annette watches as he puts a condom on then more of that liquid. Then he slowly presses the fat head of his penis against his back hole. There's no way that can fit, she tells herself. He's too big. Grasping Greg by the shoulder and waist she watches in astonishment as Sebastian shoves himself inside.

Greg cries out again, only this time it sounds more painful. Sebastian doesn't seem to pay him no mind as he begins to thrust quick and brutal inside him, grunting with the effort. "Goddamn McConnel," he pants, "You are a tight little bitch."

"Oh god, oh god…" he whines, his hand now tugging frantically at his dick.

Annette watches in utter amazement, equally horrified and transfixed. In truth she's never really thought about sex between men before, or the mechanics of it at least. It seems so crude, so violent, so primal.

"Shit, fuck, right there, right there…" Greg yells. "Ah yeah, ah yeah, so good…"

Sebastian slaps him hard on the ass, the sound makes Annette jump in surprise. He runs a hand through Greg's short hair and tugs his head back, hard then bites his neck. The room fills with the vulgar sounds of their bodies coming together as Sebastian continues to violently, relentlessly thrust. Greg keeps moaning…

"Oh fuck, don't stop, fuck you're so big. So goddamn big. Oh, god, give me more."

"Yeah, you going to cum for me jock boy? Cum all over that cock"

Greg mutters something undecipherable, as his hand works faster and faster. Seconds later Annette gets another surprise when she sees a man cum for the first time. Liquid shoot rapidly out of Greg's angry penis, covering the back of the couch. Sebastian meanwhile continues to pound into him, pining the bigger boy against the couch. He thrusts quickly, his head falling backwards, eyes shut. A sort of animalistic grunt erupts from him and then suddenly, he pulls out of Greg and with shaking hands rips off the condom. Sebastian wraps his fist around himself and tugs a few times before coming all over Greg's backside.

"Fuck," Greg gasps before falling face first on to the couch.

Sebastian taps him on the ass and grunts. "Not half bad McConnel. There might be hope for you yet." He collapses at the other end of the couch, pulling a cigarette out from a nearby pack.

Slowly Annette seems to come back to herself. What the hell am I doing? Kathryn was right. You are some kind of deviant pervert spying on people. Feeling ashamed and deeply embarrassed, she silently creeps from the house.

By the time she makes it outside she's panting. She tries to process what she just witnessed but it's too much. I have to get out of here.

Annette does the only thing she can think to do. She runs.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Sebastian taps a cigarette irritably against the gold-plated case as he watches Greg fumble into his clothes. He'll give the jock this much, he doesn't waste any time trying to get out of there. At least he doesn't want to cuddle.

Stepping into his beat-up Nike's, he explains, "Uh, I have to get to practice."

"It can wait," he tells him, popping the cig into his mouth and lighting it. "We have some unfinished business to discuss."

The doofus actually has the nerve to look annoyed. "Come on man, I thought we were cool."

"Why, cause I shot a load on your back? Um, no. We're a long fucking way from cool." Sebastian stretches his legs out on the coffee table in front of him and spreads his arms across the back of the couch. "Look, I get that you're not exactly one of the great thinkers of our time, so I'll spell it out for you. Unless you want those homophobic assholes, you call friends to know just how much you enjoy sucking cock, you're going to do as I say. Understand?"

"Yeah, I got it, you own me," he huffs collapsing in the armchair across from him. "So, what do you want Valmont."

"Well, for starters, I need you to find out who's been writing to Annette about me."

His eyes widen and he looks back at him exasperated. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"I trust you'll figure it out."

"Is that it?"

Sebastian takes a long drag of his cigarette and leans forward. "No, there are a few other things I'd like you to tell her as well…"

Annette can't catch her breath.

She bursts into her guest bedroom, panting from running all the way there. Despite the fact that she jogs every morning, her muscles ache and her throat burns. She normally would flop on her bed afterwards, decompress, but she has no urge to do so. If anything, it feels like she has too much excess energy. She can't sit still.

Pacing the room, she feels hot, which is peculiar as it isn't a particularly humid day. Annette runs a hand up her arm and shivers. Odd. Maybe she was getting sick. "I need a shower," she mutters to no one but herself.

She strips down and climbs under the warm water. It feels amazing, but she still feels warm. When she squirts her favorite lavender bodywash into her loofah and rubs it down her arms and chest, it feels amazing. Her skin feels more sensitive than usual, the roughness of the sponge sent pleasure filled sparks across her body. Annette rubs and rubs until her skin turns bright red.

Then inevitable it happens. The images she's been trying to suppress since fleeing the pool house, come flooding back unwanted into her brain. The boys making out. Sebastian's hand possessively on Greg's cheek as their tongues fight for dominance. Greg with his head tossed back moaning. Sebastian jerking their penises in his fist, then forcing Greg to suck him. You're a good little cocksucker. Greg bent over while Sebastian fingers his butthole. Sebastian pushing inside of him. Greg moaning. You're so big, fuck. Sebastian thrusting and thrusting…

Without even realizing it, Annette's hand has made its way between her legs. She rubs the loofa against her sensitive skin and a moan escapes her lips. Suddenly that ache that has been taunting her the whole way back to her room makes sense. She realizes, a little stunned, that she is turned on.

Which is kind of a first.

It's not like she's never felt desire before, but it's always been a muted kind of feeling. She enjoys kissing Trevor, but she never had the urge to go further than that. And it's not like she's naïve about her own body. She gets how a vagina works. Out of curiosity one time she tried to masturbate, but it didn't really work. It seemed pointless to her. Sexual pleasure should be shared with someone you love. It seems deviant to do it with yourself.

Despite her strong held beliefs, Annette can't seem to stop. The truth is she doesn't want to. It feels too good.

With one hand flat against the wall for support, she continues to rub herself with the sponge. She grinds her sex against it and gasps when another jolt of pleasure shoots through her. She's panting now, her thighs are shaking, gasping as the steam from the hot water invades her lungs. Her eyes flutter shut and once again she's thinking about the depravity she witnessed earlier. She hears their groans, their vulgar words. She sees the way their bodies clashed against each other, violent and hungry, headless of anything but their own pleasure. God, their bodies…

"Oh my god…oh…" Annette whimpers, muttering nonsense until the pleasure builds and builds. Her thighs are shaking so hard at this point she's a little worried she might slip. She doesn't care.

Then it happens, her muscles tighten and suddenly she feels what could only be described as an explosion. She cries out, in surprise as much as pleasure. For a brief, blissful moment everything goes white as she experiences the best sensation of her young life.

It takes a few minutes for Annette to come back to herself. When she does, she's too stunned to do anything but stare. She has an orgasm. Her first orgasm.

Oh my god. You had an orgasm.

She stands in the shower until the water runs cold. When she gets out, she wraps herself in a towel while trying to gather her bearings about what just happened. She thinks she should feel ashamed or embarrassed or something. After all girls don't do this sort of thing. Or at least, girls like her.

Girls like Kathryn probably do it all the time.

Annette lays back in the bed. She's not tired but she definitely feels less fidgety than she had earlier. Her body is still a little tingly. Out of curiosity she runs a hand over the soft skin of her arm and shivers again. She still feels sensitive. Maybe it was the air conditioning.

On impulse, she removes her towel and lays back on the soft duvet, totally naked. It feels strangely decadent, but also taboo. Annette traces a hand down her chest. Staring at her breasts she notices her nipples are hard. Experimentally she runs a finger over one nipple and immediately she feels a jolt of pleasure between her legs. She does it again to the other one, then again. She rubs harder, then tugs on one. "Oh!" she gasps when she feels it in her pussy.

Pussy. Funny, she's always hated that word. It was so crude and ugly, but suddenly, just thinking it made her belly heat with pleasure.

Once again, guided by her curiosity, she lets her hands dip lower and she spreads her legs. She runs a hand down the folds of her sex. She's genuinely surprised when she feels the moisture there.

Just think about…how wet she'll be…how tight…

Kathryn's voice filters unwanted into her brain right then. She would think that would be enough to repulse her, but strangely enough the opposite happens. Thinking of her melodic, caustic, purr sends another shudder through her body. Annette rubs herself, experimenting with what feels good. She presses a finger against her opening, but right away feels her barrier. Nervous, she leaves that alone and concentrates on rubbing further up. It doesn't take long to locate her clitoris, the fleshy little sensitive nub that seems to grow harder the more she rubs it.

And oh god does she rub it.

Her hand against her flesh feels much more intense than the sponge did. Annette squeezes her breast, pinches her nipple, her eyes fluttering shut. Oh god it's going to happen again…

Then, suddenly she's thinking about the night before. Kathryn and Sebastian on that couch. She remembers Kathryn grinding against him, that pained look of pleasure on his face when she did. He groped her breast the same way Annette is squeezing herself now. Did it feel as good for Kathryn? Did it feel better? She remembers how Kathryn reached between their bodies and Annette hadn't really realized what she was doing.

She was squeezing his dick, some voice from the back of her brain whispers. She was rubbing him just like he did Greg. She was getting him off. Depraved slut, her own brother…

Annette arches against the mattress, moans and rubs herself harder as she gets lost in the dirty scene she witnessed. She thinks back on how Sebastian rubbed his sister between the legs, the same way Annette is touching herself now.

I'm going to pump that pussy wide open.

"Oh god!" Annette cries out as her body spasms in pleasure and her orgasm takes hold. Once again, her overactive brain seems to temporarily leave her body as she succumbs to her pleasure. This time she feels exhausted by it, worn out. Opening her eyes, she stares at the ceiling.

You had an orgasm. You're becoming a slut. Or maybe you're just becoming normal.

And suddenly it doesn't seem scary anymore. It almost seems kind of like a revelation.

Annette grins in wonder. "Wow."