With Voyeuristic Intention

Chapter 5:

Keep Your Legs Together

Kathryn is in the middle of a manicure when Sebastian shows up to brag about his conquest. He's nothing if not predictable.

"Well congratulate me," he announces as he swans into her guest bedroom at the estate. He's wearing a shit eating grin and freshly showered hair. It amuses her to no end that he runs right to her as soon as the deed is done. Her good boy.

Mai-lee, who followed her down from the city, closes her bottle of deep maroon polish and quickly makes herself scarce. If her many years of service to the Valmont family has taught her anything, it's that it's best to not be around when Miss Kathryn is dealing with her stepbrother. Plausible deniability and all that.

Once she's sure they're alone Kathryn drawls, "I don't believe getting your dick sucked merits a congratulations—especially where you're concerned." She blows on her nails and shoots him a pointed look. "It's rather like congratulating a pianist for mastering chopsticks."

"Au contraire," Sebastian counters, leaning over the back of the opposite armchair. "This was a seduction for the ages. I doubt even you could have done better."

"Is that a fact?"

Kathryn gracefully rises from her seat and crosses over to the Queen Ann sofa, pausing to step out of her heels before sprawling out along the length. She can feel her stepbrother's intense gaze on her as she makes herself comfortable. She'd be lying if she said it didn't excite her. Locking eyes with him she demands, "Tell me everything."

Sebastian comes to stand over her, practically licking his lips as he eye fucks her. "You want all the dirty details you horny bitch?"

She grins up at him and wiggles a little, allowing her skirt to edge up her thighs a tiny bit more. Sebastian plops down at the opposite end of the sofa and she places her feet in his lap. He stares at her for a long beat, his expression a perfect mask even though she knows he's dying to spill everything. However, they both understand the significance of foreplay. Sometimes there is more pleasure in drawing things out.

"Well, he was not surprisingly reluctant at first," he reveals as he draws a teasing finger along the arch of her foot. "Given our history it was understandable. However, once I made it known that I was aware of his…proclivities, he was much more amendable."

"In other words, you blackmailed him."

"Blackmail is such a vulgar term. I prefer bargaining. I agreed to not out his ass and in exchange he agreed to show off his dick sucking skills."

"And? Did Tuttle exaggerate his abilities?"

"I'm happy to say he did not. The man could suck rust off a bumper. Of course, at first, I practically had to shove my dick down his throat, but it didn't take long for him to get a taste for it—pun intended. Within minutes he was deep throating that fucker like a paid whore."

Kathryn nuzzles her foot against her stepbrother's groin. Not surprisingly he's half hard. His jaw clenches momentarily before he continues on with his story. "He slurped and sucked with rabid enthusiasm."

"I wonder if he got off on it?"

"Oh, he did. I made him show me. He was hard and dripping all over himself."

Kathryn presses a little harder against him, his words getting her off. "And did he swallow like a good little slut?"

"Most definitely."

She's never seen Sebastian with a guy before and the idea of it is most intriguing. She pictures her stepbrother's luscious mouth wrapped around some fat, veiny cock and she has to stop herself from rubbing her own needy sex. Swallowing thickly she asks, "And did you return the favor?"

"Don't be ridiculous," he huffs.

Kathryn rolls her eyes. "Don't tell me dear brother, that you're one of those unimaginative hetero Neanderthals who only believes in receiving and not giving."

"No of course not, I just don't believe in rewarding failure. You see I discovered that our friend Greg wasn't the one who wrote those letters to Annette."

She knows this of course, but she plays along for now. "Oh?"

"Yes, I suppose it was obvious. The boy can't so much as spell sabotage, let alone engage in it. However, he did prove useful in other ways."

"And was that the end of your little adventure?"

"Hardly. Our football stud was practically panting for it. Even after I gave him an out, he was begging me to get him off."

Kathryn resumes nuzzles his crotch, working her heel against him in a taunting rhythm, flexing her toes against the throbbing length. She enjoys watching that carefully constructed mask of his fall away under her power. "And naturally you gave him what he asked for."

"Naturally. I bent that fucker over and dicked him so good, I don't think Tuttle will ever be able to satisfy him again."

"Better not let Blaine hear you say that. How was his ass?"

"Practically virgin, I doubt yours would be as tight."

He's baiting her of course, but she can't resist. "You'd be wrong," she tells him in a seductive purr as she runs the ball of her foot along his ever-thickening hardness. "Contrary to your assumptions, that is not a privilege I dole out indiscriminately." This is a lie. Kathryn rather likes anal sex, but she enjoys the idea of making Sebastian think otherwise. After all, there's a power in making someone believe they're forcing you into something you secretly want to do anyway.

"Is that a fact?" Sebastian licks his lips, his gaze falling to where her skirt has risen up like he's hoping to catch another glimpse of pussy. Dream on asshole.

"Truth be told it makes me a little…apprehensive. You are rather large," she teases, wrapping her toes around his length as she lays it on thick. "And I am awfully tight back there. I don't think you'll fit."

He's well aware she's toying with him, but he takes the bait. Gripping her ankle, holding her foot in place, he grinds against her heel. "I'll fit alright," he practically growls, his dark gaze burning into hers. "And you'll love every minute of it. When I'm done, you'll crave it."

"Think so?" Kathryn draws a finger across the swell of her cleavage.

Sebastian's gaze darkens as he continues to work himself against her foot. "Oh yeah," he groans shamelessly, "You won't be able to cum without a finger in your ass."

"Aren't you getting ahead of yourself?" She dips a finger underneath her top and toys with her puckered nipple. It's as much for her enjoyment as it is for his. "You haven't won anything yet."

"It's only a matter of time," he pants, his hips rising up to hump her foot. "I instructed McConnel to find out who's behind the letters and talk me up to Annette."

Kathryn giggles. "I really doubt that will do any good."

Sebastian's eyes flutter shut, his head tilts back, as he's momentarily lost in his own pleasure only half listening to her. "What do you mean?"

She waits a beat, making sure his orgasm is in sight before laying the boom down. "I just don't think Annette will take him seriously now that she knows you two are lovers."

Sebastian stills, his eyes open and slowly he turns to look at her. "Excuse me?"

Kathryn grins, big and taunting. "Didn't you know? You had an audience this afternoon."

He tosses her foot away as if it's diseased, despite the fact that he's clearly still hard. "What did you do?"

"Nothing, but when Annette came home and she heard Greg was there, naturally I told her where to find him. Did I do something wrong?"

"You fucking bitch," he growls, before lunging off the sofa. He begins to pace. Kathryn watches, utterly amused. "Maybe she didn't see."

"Oh, she saw alright." She stretches out like a cat in the sun as she explains, "I watched her run out of there like her ass was on fire. I bet she's halfway back to Oklahoma by now."

"Kansas."

"Like it matters."

Sebastian pauses and turns to look at her, eyes narrowed. "What about the bet? I thought you wanted to lose."

Kathryn snickers at this, because honestly. Getting up from the sofa, she struts over to him, "Oh you boys. A girl flashes a little cunt and suddenly your common sense goes out the window." She presses herself against him. "Come on, when have you ever known me to tolerate losing?"

"Fuck," he groans, gazing upwards. "Then why did you…oh, of course." He looks back down at her with a look of realization. "You wanted to shut her up."

"Yep"

"So, she did see us together that night?"

"Actually no, but she does know about some of my less than wholesome activities and of course we can't have that getting out, can we? Little Dorothy needed to go." She playfully touches his nose. "Thanks for the assist."

She starts away only for her stepbrother to tug her back. "You knew McConnell wasn't behind the letters, didn't you?"

"Of course, he's in remedial English for god's sake."

Sebastian is not amused. "You set me up." He jerks her closer until her face is only millimeters from his. Eyes lit with anger he coolly informs her, "You're going to pay for that."

"Am I?" Kathryn flicks her tongue tauntingly over his lips then reaches into his pants pockets fishing out his car keys. She can't resist a cock rub as she does. A girl has to have a little fun. "Since you clearly lost the bet, do you mind if I take my new car for a ride?"

She doesn't wait for an answer before turning on her heel and exiting the room. Just as she anticipates, Sebastian is hot on her heels. "Get back here," he snarls petulantly. "You haven't won anything yet bitch."

Kathryn laughs as she turns the corner and calls over her shoulder, "What are you going to do, fly down to Kansas to woo little Dorothy? You couldn't get her to sleep with you when you were living in the same house, forget it with her in a different state." She heads down the grand staircase. "Just admit it Valmont, you lost."

"Think again."

Kathryn stops abruptly on the steps when Annette walks by them. She looks up at the stepsiblings with a beaming smile. The bitch is practically glowing. "Hi!" she greets them, perky as ever. "Your aunt wanted me to tell you dinner is ready."

Gawking at her like an idiot, Kathryn dumbly remarks, "You're here."

"Uh, yeah, of course I am Kathryn. Where else would I be?"

"My sister was under the impression you left us," Sebastian explains.

"No, I'm not going anywhere." Annette smiles pleasantly but there was an unmistakable knowing look in her clear blue eyes as she tells her, "I'm afraid I'm here to stay."

Fucking bitch.

"Glad to hear it," Sebastian tells her sounding decidedly more upbeat that he was a minute ago. "Can I walk you to dinner?"

"Sure, I'd love that."

Her stepbrother jogs past her on the steps, stopping only to rip the keys out of her hand and sneer, "Better luck next time, sis."

Annette is famished.

Honestly, she's not sure if it's on account of all the orgasms or the sheer exhilaration of getting one over on Kathryn. Either way she digs into her boeuf bourguignon with absolute relish.

Sebastian and Helen are chatting happily about some previous family vacation to France, with Annette filling them in on her own family trips. Kathryn meanwhile pouts silently, pushing her dinner around her plate. She's barely contributed to the conversation all evening. Poor baby, really can't stand losing, could she? Annette can't resist poking the bear.

"Kathryn, you're so quiet," she remarks with concern. "Are you okay?"

She replies with a brittle smile. "I have a slight headache."

Annette reacts with phony concern. "Oh, that's too bad. Perhaps some exercise will do you good. I had the most invigorating run this afternoon."

"So I saw."

Annette is well aware that what she walked in on earlier this afternoon was some kind of set-up orchestrated by Kathryn. It was too much of a coincidence not to be. She assumes Sebastian was in on it too, seducing Greg so she'd spot them, freak-out and leave. Well, there was no way in hell she'll give her the satisfaction. She meant what she said earlier. She isn't going anywhere.

"Tell me, did you ever find your friend Greg?" Kathryn asks.

Annette doesn't so much as blink. "No, I must have just missed him."

"Pity."

The two girls stare each other down, waiting for the next shot, when Sebastian interjects. "Well, assuming you don't have plans, Annette would you like to accompany me to the Goya exhibit at the Met tomorrow afternoon?"

Taring her gaze from the brunette she replies, "Um, isn't that crazy hard to get into right now? I read there were lines out the building."

"Not for us. My parents are on the board." He winks at her and she flashes back to watching his smug expression when he was having sex with Greg. Annette feels her face heat and a newly familiar tingle gathers between her legs. "Would you like to join me?"

The truth was Annette doesn't trust Sebastian any more than she does his sister. He's just as twisted and just as dangerous. However, knowing how much it will eat at Kathryn, she can't resist agreeing. "Sure, that sounds like fun. Just as friends."

His smile doesn't dim. "Of course."

"Well, that sounds like it could be interesting. Perhaps I'll come along," Kathryn interjects.

"Sorry sis, I could only get two tickets." Shooting his step-sister a mocking look he adds, "Maybe next time."

She expects Kathryn to pout some more but instead, a sort of smug, knowing expression crosses her face as she regards her stepbrother. "That's probably for the best, I've got a full plate anyway. You two have fun."

"We will," Sebastian tells her.

The corners of her dark red lips curve upwards in a knowing smirk as her gaze swings back across the dinner table at Annette. "If there's one thing I know about my brother, he knows how to show a girl a good time."

Annette flinches. She feels as if she was being threatened. Was Kathryn implying she thought Sebastian would actually be able to seduce her in a crowded museum. That's ridiculous. Still, as she looks across the table at Sebastian and she's greeted once again by that predatory smile of his, she feels a flutter of desire gather in her belly. Automatically she presses her legs together and nearly whimpers.

God, get it together, she tells herself.

Perhaps it is stupid to try and play these games with the step siblings. They are clearly much more advanced players and God knows how far they were willing to take things.

Then again, Annette never ran away from anything and she'd be damned if she let the likes of Kathryn Merteuil push her around. No way. Staring down her nemesis she smiles back and says, "We can bring you back a souvenir if you like."

Her gaze narrows and for a brief moment her mask of pleasantness slips, and Annette knows she has won this round. She'll live to fight another battle.

You can do this, she tells herself. Sure, Sebastian is charming and yes, she did find him attractive, but that didn't mean she'll ever allow anything to happen between them. She knows better.

Just whatever you do, keep your legs together Hargrove.

Two hours into his non-date, Sebastian is so bored he's considering pulling the fire alarm just for something to do. The exhibit is shit. Overhyped and over curated, he vastly prefers the Guggenheims version last winter. The whole ordeal is dull and bland. Rather like his date.

Look, it's not like Annette isn't a sweet girl. Compared to the chicks he's usually trying to score with she's actually a marked improvement in the personality department. Intelligent, well spoken, not terribly self-serious. Also, bonus points for not being a giggler and having a fantastic ass to boot.

However, all signs of the little spitfire who sparred with his sister last night over dinner are gone, replaced once again by the wholesome, sanctimonious goody-goody who rolls her eyes at even a hint of inuendo and jerks away when he touches her lower back. Yawn.

Christ, if it wasn't for this godforsaken bet, he'd have given up on the whole endeavor a week ago. But, since there's no way in hell, he's going to bend the knee to Kathryn, he must see this through.

Sebastian lays on a charm offense. He's a perfect gentleman opening doors, not dominating the conversation. He listens attentively, pretending to be interested when she discusses her thoughts on modern day expressionism. He asks follow up questions when she tells him stories about her family and Kansas. He doesn't ogle her ass when she walks ahead on him. (Well not much anyway)

When they leave the museum, the sun is just starting to set. Sebastian suggests a walk through Central Park, and she readily agrees. They get ice cream and wander around with Sebastian purposely navigating them towards the ramble, which is considerably quieter and more isolated.

There's a brief lag in the conversation and he's about to suggest they visit his townhouse when Annette suddenly blurts out, "Are you gay?"

Sebastian's so surprised he stumbles, dropping his ice cream. Staring down at his discarded dessert he remarks drolly, "You don't really believe in beating around the bush, do you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she says flustered, face pink with embarrassment. "I didn't mean it to come out like that, I swear."

Sebastian's amused at her awkwardness which is actually rather endearing. He can't resist ribbing her a little. "Exactly how long have you been holding that in?"

She gives a little shrug. "All day."

"I see. So, then I take it you did spot me and Greg in the pool house the other day?"

Her face grows even redder, and her gaze falls to the cement. "Um, yeah? Oh god I'm so sorry. You must think I'm some sort of pervert or peeping tom, but I swear—"

"It's okay," he laughs, cutting her off before she has a coronary. "I understand. Look, curiosity isn't a crime."

"I wasn't curious," she says suddenly defiant. "Your sister set me up to find you…like that. She wants me gone."

He doesn't argue her point. "So, you didn't stick around to watch?"

"N-no of course not."

Sebastian steps into her personal space and brushes his knuckle across her cheekbone as he gazes down at her. "You blush when you lie."

Annette shoves him back. "I do not." She starts to stalk off calling over her shoulder, "And you didn't answer my question."

Falling into step beside her, hands casually in his pocket, he tells her with obvious sarcasm, "No, I'm not gay. If I was, do you really think I'd be trying so hard to get your attention?"

"I don't know. I haven't the faintest clue about anything." She stops abruptly, suddenly all brazen again and demands, "Are you attracted to men?"

"I'm attracted to everyone, well anyone worth being attracted to. I do have some standards."

She scoffs. "Not from what I hear."

Well, there's his little spitfire. Welcome back. Smiling sardonically, he replies, "I'm what you'd call sexually…fluid."

Annette rolls her eyes. "Let me guess, you don't subscribe to labels?"

"I don't believe in denying myself anything…or anyone for that matter. Your buddy Greg came on to me and while I admit I was surprised, I was also curious, so I thought why not? You only live once, right?"

She stares up at him, likely trying to figure out if he's full of shit or not. Sebastian gets a twisted little thrill toying with her mind, especially considering he knows she's not as easy a mark as all the rest. After a beat she asks, "Greg came on to you?"

"Yep. Word of advice? I wouldn't tell him you saw us. I don't think he's quite comes to terms with his own desires yet."

"What do you mean?"

"Before he left, he called me a fag and threatened to kick my ass if I told anyone about this. I know from experience that's not an idle threat."

Annette's gaze turns knowing. "Would that be when he found you fooling around with his girlfriend?"

"Yep," he says not bothering to mask his grin.

"God you're shameless."

Sebastian shrugs unapologetic. "I know how to have a good time. I'm not going to apologize for it."

She rolls her eyes and starts away. Sebastian once again falls into step beside her. "Look, I get you believe sex is important and should only be shared between people in love and I think that's great."

Annette scoffs, "Sure you do."

"But it can also just be about two people having a good time, connecting and exploring," he argues. "It doesn't have to be a big deal."

"But shouldn't it be?" She stops abruptly again, turning to him with that intense little crease between her brows. "There are so few things in this world that are actually sacred. I don't know, I just think you should save that part of yourself for the person you love."

"You're assuming of course, you love only one person in this life. Let's be honest, that's just not the case"

"What, you don't believe in soulmates?" she challenges. "That one person that completes you, challenges you, makes your life better?"

Sebastian has a flash of bright green eyes and a mischievous smile and almost laughs. He imagines the look of horror on the blondes face if he tells her who he's thinking about. Instead, he replies, "Not particularly and I suspect neither do you. You're far too practical for that." Annette blushes at his likely astute observation but doesn't answer. He continues, "Besides, even if I did, soulmates don't equal monogamy. I'm sure there are plenty of people who have been in long term relationships but aren't monogamous and they are perfectly happy."

Annette frowns at this and seems to stare off in thought. Sebastian wonders what nerve he's hit with her. After a beat she sighs, "It always comes back to sex with you, doesn't it?"

"Yes," he states bluntly. When she laughs at this, he smiles reminding her, "You wanted honesty."

"Fair enough."

Seizing an opportunity, he moves in closer to her. Annette stiffens slightly but doesn't back away. Gazing down at her he says, "Look, I'm seventeen and I enjoy sex, it's not a crime and hardly a revelation. Most people our age are preoccupied with it."

"Most guys you mean."

"Hardly," he scoffs. "If that was the case, I wouldn't have nearly the reputation I do. Trust me, I'm not that charming. Girls think about sex just as much as guys. Even you."

She laughs, looking away. "I don't think so."

"Oh really? So that wasn't you who wrote a whole magazine article discussing your sex life or lack thereof?" She starts to protest when he places a finger over her lips. "Let me ask you something. I'm not saying this to be crude or embarrass you but, do you ever get turned on?"

Annette blinks rapidly at him. "I-I—" she stammers. "This is so inappropriate."

She attempts to walk away, but this time he grabs her by the waist, pulling her closer. Interestingly, she doesn't fight him. Annette looks up at him, wide eyed, her breathing shallow, her face flushed. Damn sweetheart, I've barely even touched you…

"I'll take that as a yes," he replies drolly.

"You don't know anything about me," she tells him.

"I know you're far too smart and inquisitive not to be curious about it. You're not frigid either."

"Your sister would disagree."

"Well, if you spent as much time on your back as my sister does, a porn star would seem frigid to you." Her eyes widen at the remark and he realizes that might have been a bit too revealing. Getting back on track he asks, "Tell me, what were you feeling when you found me and Greg together?"

She blinks up at him in surprise, her mouth opening and closing before saying, "I was shocked. I didn't think you were…like that."

"And after?" Sebastian leans in, letting his mouth brush against her ear lobe as he whispers, "After the shock gave way were you a little turned on?"

Her breath hitches. "N-no, I, no."

"Really?" he coaxes, nuzzling her ear neck.

"I didn't stick around to watch."

Sebastian pulls back just enough to catch her expression. Her face is the loveliest shade of pink. "You're blushing," he tells her. "I think you did watch. I think you were curious. It's alright, there's a little voyeur is all of us. It doesn't make you some kind of pervert." She looks away, clearly locked in some kind of shame vortex Sebastian can't begin to understand. He's never has any use for shame. "Did you like it?"

Her gaze meets his, but she doesn't say anything. He smiles. "Thought so. You're an interesting girl Miss Hargrove." Then sensing her defenses are down and seeing the way she was eyeing his mouth, he closes the distance between them and kisses her. Sebastian's careful not to be too aggressive, fearful of scaring her off. Just a gentle tease, meant to gauge her interest. He's half expecting her to shove him off and stomp away, so he's rather taken aback when instead he not only feels her lips soften and yield to his own, but her small hand fists his shirt, tugging him closer. Well, aren't you just full of surprises. Taking this as a sign to proceed, he cups her face and deepens the kiss until his tongue is pushing against her parted lips.

One flick of his tongue and Annette is whimpering and winding her arms around his neck. From there Sebastian loses himself in the kiss, becoming consumed by her sudden, surprising enthusiasm. Seriously, he knows he is good, but he isn't expecting this.

They stumble backwards, off the path into the brush. They must hit a tree root or something because the next thing he knows, they're tumbling backwards onto the ground. He half expects Annette to come to her senses, jump to her feet in protest, but she only untangles herself long enough from his mouth to take in a lungful of air before tugging him back. Sebastian nearly laughs in surprise, giddy with this sudden turn. He's careful not to put too much weight on top of her as they tumble in the dirt and grass. Sebastian's sacrificing a perfectly good Prada suit for this little romp, but it's worth it. Turns out his dear sister was wrong. Annette definitely isn't frigid.

His hand on her waist slowly moves up her body, tracing over her lush curves. By the time he gets to her breasts he's about had it with this tentative shit. The horny seventeen-year-old boy in him takes over and he eagerly and enthusiastically gropes her tits through the thin material of her sundress. Fuck they were a nice handful. He barely touches her nipple and it's already hard as a rock under his hungry fingers. Speaking of hard…she can't possibly be unaware of his massive hardon poking against her hip. She's practically squirming against him.

Shit, you really do want it baby, don't you?

Sebastian slowly draws a hand up her skirt, groaning at the feel of her soft untouched skin against his fingers. He's well on his way to the promise land when Annette suddenly jerks back and shoves him off. "Oh my god, oh my god, stop, stop," she gasps sitting up, panting, mouth red and raw.

Somehow through his frustration he's able to ebb out an almost sincere, "I'm sorry about that."

Annette runs a shaky hand through her mussed hair, frowning when she pulls a leaf out. "God, I can't believe I let this happen." Finding his gaze she states firmly, "This was a mistake."

"Okay," he draws out the syllables.

"I never should have…God anyone could have seen us."

Sebastian can hear people walking nearby and he realizes that maybe this wasn't the best location for a seduction. While he's certainly fucked in Central Park before, he couldn't very well do that with Miss Seventeen magazine. "I'm sure no one saw us."

"You won't tell anyone about this, right?"

"Of course," he lies, already anticipating texting Kathryn in the car.

She eyes him for a beat looking apprehensive before shaking it off. "Can we go home now?"

"Sure. Just, give me a second." He glances down at his tented pants and Annette blushes and jumps to her feet. "I-I'll meet you at the car."

She takes off down the path out of the park. As he watches her Sebastian laughs. He's sitting in the mud, with a hard on as his date for the evening storms off. For all intents and purposes, he should be royally pissed. Instead, he smiles.

At last, progress.