With Voyeuristic Intention
Chapter 6:
Everybody Does It. It's Just that Nobody Talks About It
So, it's come to this. She's going to do the one thing she promised herself she never would. The one thing she could never abide until now. But it can't be helped. They left her no choice.
She's going to run.
Upon returning from her non-date with Sebastian, Annette disappears into her bedroom, claiming to have a headache. Meanwhile she paces furiously. She feels like a raw bundle of nerves like the slightest provocation could set her off. The scene from the park keeps playing on a loop inside her brain, tormenting her. Annette feels terribly ashamed and embarrassed. She's also furious. How could she have let her hormones and curiosity get the better of her like that? And in a public place no less! Letting him grope her like that, where anyone could see like a common slut. Just thinking about it made her feel cheap, humiliated and…turned on.
Which is precisely why she has to get the hell out of dodge.
So, she does what she always does when confronted with a problem, she makes a plan. Annette can't very well tell her parents what was going on, they'd flip out and drag her back to Kansas. Besides, she's still angry at her dad and has no desire to spend the rest of the summer trying to avoid him. She could call Greg and ask to stay with him, but frankly after what she witnessed between him and Sebastian, she doesn't trust him anymore. That leaves the Michalak's, her parent's friends from college.
She call's their daughter Sabrina, who's current abroad in Italy. She and Annette are 'friends' but honestly she can't stand her. Sabrina is a couple years older than her, a sophomore at Columbia. She's self-aggrandizing, obnoxious, and super condescending, but Annette is desperate, so she makes the call.
"Think nothing of it Annette, my parents are happy to have you," she tells her after she explains her need for a place to stay. "Of course, I won't be there to show you around. I'm still in Italy."
Yes, Annette's well aware. She's only told her three times in the past five minutes.
"Oh, that's okay, I'll be fine. I really appreciate this, Sabrina." She tosses some clothes into the two open suitcases sitting out on her bed. "Are you sure your parents won't mind?"
"Not at all, they adore you. Plus, I think they miss not having me around so I'm sure they'll love having someone to dote on. You know Ann, you really should have come to Italy. I know it's a little expensive for your parents but I'm sure they have scholarship things for it."
Annette rolls her eyes and replies with false sweetness, "Maybe next time."
"So, this sudden departure, does it have anything to do with Sebastian Valmont?"
She freezes, the cardigan in her hand falling to the bed. "Um, no. Of course not."
"Oh. I've seen his picture online. He's really hot but apparently he's a total perv."
There's an understatement.
"Yeah, um, I don't really know him," she lies. "Like I said, I would just rather stay in the city, get more familiar with it and the school."
Sabrina rambles on for another ten minutes about her trip and some boy she's seeing before Annette is finally able to hang up. Pleased that she has a plan and an exit strategy, she decides to take a break from packing to go talk to Mrs. Rosemond. She suspects the older lady will be upset about her leaving, but she'll understand. Annette heads downstairs and when she can't find her, she stops one of the maids who inform her Helen is still at her garden club. It was going to have to wait.
She's on her way back to her bedroom, when she passes one of the many parlors and hears her name being spoken with derision. Kathryn. Annette stops and rolls her eyes. She tells herself to just ignore it, but then she hears Sebastian's familiar baritone, and she can't stop herself. She creeps to the partially open door and peers in.
The stepsiblings are once again lounging on an open backed settee. Kathryn's laid across it on her stomach, flipping through a magazine, a bored expression on her face. Sebastian sits behind her, wearing a different suit from this afternoon. He runs his hand up the back of his sister's leg as he talks in his typical sardonic way. "Our little Annette made the most charming date."
"Spare me," Kathryn huffs. "We both know she only agreed to go out with you to spite me and because she thinks you're gay."
"Oh, I cleared up any notions of that."
"Really? How did you manage to explain being caught balls deep in McConnel's ass? Did you trip and fall?"
"No, I merely explained that everyone does it…" Sebastian pushes up the back of his stepsister's mini skirt, exposing her ass, barely contained by her black mesh and lace underwear. "It's just that nobody talks about it." He bends over and drops a kiss on one cheek and then the other.
Kathryn doesn't so much as flinch, eyes still on her magazine. "And she bought that?" She snorts. "She must be stupider than I gave her credit for."
"No, but she is hornier than we original thought. You were completely off with your frigid predictions." Sebastian traces a finger down the seam of her ass before his hand disappears between her legs. "There might be hope for her yet."
Kathryn sets the mag aside and pulls out her cross necklace from inside her shirt. She unscrews and takes a bump, huffing, "I seriously doubt it."
"Then how come I ended the date with my hand up her skirt?"
Listening to them discuss her so casually and so indifferently, Annette wants nothing more than to storm in there and expose their twisted little relationship. She tells herself to do it, after all she's leaving anyway now's the perfect time. But something keeps her rooted on the spot, hiding in the shadows.
"Did you actually molest her in the middle of the museum? Subtle."
"No, the park, in the ramble. Nice and secluded." Annette can't actually see Sebastian's hand, but whatever he's doing between his stepsister's legs, finally registers on her face, as her eyes flutter shut and she gnaws at her bottom lip. "She was surprisingly enthusiastic. Practically humped my leg off as I felt up those luscious tits of hers."
Annette doesn't appreciate the artistic license he's taking with what happened between them. She most certainly did not hump his leg. At least, that's not how she remembers it. Oh god, she thinks, did I do that? Everything that happened that afternoon was a blur, it all happened so fast. One minute he was kissing her the next he was on top of her and his hand…
God his hand felt so good, she just wanted him to keep touching her, just a little higher…
Annette shakes the memory off, trying to ignore the insistent throbbing that's begun to develop between her legs. She presses her thighs together tightly and tries to will the sensation away but it's no use. Annette's horrified when she realizes how badly she wants to touch herself. For one brief, desperate second, she considers doing it right there, while she watches them, but common sense takes hold.
Get a hold of yourself and get the hell out of there. Now.
But she doesn't, she can't.
"You didn't actually…" Kathryn asks, her voice now breathier than it was earlier.
"No, unfortunately she got spooked before I could get my hand in her panties."
"So, in other words you didn't make it past second base. Bravo Sebastian. At this rate you should nail her by what, Christmas?"
"O, ye of little faith," Sebastian sighs, pushing her panties aside. Kathryn's skirt at this point is barely covering anything. "Haven't you been listening? She wants it. Despite what her mind and common sense tells her, she wants to get fucked. She needs it and most importantly, she wants it from me."
Annette knows she should be infuriated by his presumptuous and disgusting remarks, but honestly, she's barely even listening, she's so entranced by whatever he's doing between his stepsister's legs. She watches his fingers appear and disappear from between her splayed thighs. They are wet.
He's putting his fingers inside her. He's getting her off. His own sister…
Kathryn is clearly enjoying whatever it is he's doing to her. With her back to him, Sebastian's unable to see her face, but Annette can. She's getting off on what he's doing to her, despite what she's saying.
"I think you overrate your abilities."
"Do I?" he asks conversationally, before roughly increases his efforts, his hand moving quicker, more deliberate between her legs. Kathryn lets out a low sob, her head falling forward. Sebastian grins. "What was that sis?"
She looks back at him with a deviant glint in her eyes. "What did daddy tell you about touching me there?"
"That it was off limits, but he's not around to stop me. No one is. This little pussy's all mine."
Kathryn is now openly and shamelessly grinding against his hand. "I could scream," she tells him, her tone taking on a note of faux innocence. "How would you explain yourself? Hand in your sister's cunny. Daddy would take all your money away."
Annette wonders if this is true. Did Sebastian's father threaten to disinherit him if he messed around with his sister? If so, he really was playing with fire.
Then again, Sebastian doesn't seem terribly concerned, taunting her, "How would you explain dripping all over my fingers? You're going to ruin this couch babe."
She is wet, wet enough that even from a distance Annette can hear each glide of his fingers into her frictionless and easy. She wants this just as bad as he does.
Despite that, Kathryn continues the game, pretending she doesn't. "I would…" she gasps as he hits some newly discovered pleasure spot, "I would tell them…you overpowered me, held me down."
"Like this?" Sebastian pins her to the couch by the neck. She grunts but doesn't stop grinding against his hand.
"Just like that," she pants, face now pressed tight to the cushions.
"Want me to hold you down and make you like it?"
Kathryn moans. "Do your worst."
"Well," he sighs, "If you insist." His hand seems to stop a moment before resuming, only this time when he does it, Kathryn shrieks, not in pleasure but surprise. She immediately tries to bolt up, but Sebastian holds her down.
Fighting against him she grits out, "I didn't say you could touch me there—"
"But this is where you want it, isn't it? Why else would you offer it up?" Sebastian hand moves slow, and deliberate. "You want me in this tight little ass of yours, don't you sis?"
Annette silently gasps as she realizes what she was watching. It would never even occur to her want something like that, let alone ask for it. She's equal parts disgusting and fascinated. It has to hurt, she thinks. The strange thing is Kathryn seems to be enjoying it. Her eyes are shut tight and her manicure is digging into the expensive fabric of the couch, threatening to tear it, but she begins pressing back against his hand. Her hips grind against the sofa and her lips curl upwards in a smirk.
"Admit it," Sebastian orders. "Admit you want it, or I'll stop."
Kathryn whimpers and true to his promise Sebastian's hand ceases moving. "Say it," he growls.
She releases a sound somewhere between a groan and cry, and then in a tone barely above a whisper she admits defeat.
"I want it."
How the hell does she get herself into these situations? Not fifteen minutes ago she was enjoying a lovely late afternoon, getting stoned and reading the latest British Vogue. Then her stupid brother had to swoop in and shit all over it. The only reason she hadn't dismissed him right away was because she was curious about the details of his afternoon with the blonde. Sensing he was likely wound up from his moronic 'date' she fully intended to use that to tease him further. Get him all hard then walk away as per usual, but somehow the game got away from her and she ended up pinned to the sofa with his fingers her ass while she whines for more.
God, fuck her idiotic life sometimes.
The annoying thing is the presumptuous, smug fucker is right. She does want this. She just doesn't want it like this. This is her game after all, and she doesn't appreciate having the tables turned.
But shit, it feels so good. Kathryn's always had a thing for ass play. The burn of it, the ache, the dirty taboo nature of it. Good girls aren't supposed to like it up the ass. Well fuck that. Kathryn's down for anything that can get her off. Including her pervert stepbrother.
Especially her pervert stepbrother.
Clutching the sofa, she grinds back against his invading fingers, trying to figure out how she can simultaneously get off while ensuring he doesn't. Unfortunately, she can't really think straight what with the way he's stretching her and his arrogant voice taunting her with filthy words.
"Did you honestly think I believed that bullshit about you not being into this? The walls at home are thin darling. Stretch my little hole, give it to me harder," he mimics, before laughing. "I know exactly how much you enjoy this. How you fucking need it. How you cry for it."
As if you know anything loser.
"Listening in doorways again brother dear?" She groans, arching her hips, trying to drive more pressure down on her needy clit. Sebastian shoves his fingers in harder, past the knuckle. Fuck yeah. "The only way you can get off is if I'm involved somehow. How sad."
He chuckles, smug and unbothered. "You like to think that don't you? The idea of me fucking into my hand, imagining it's you and thinking of all the nasty things I'll do to you."
"Yes," she admits. Cause hell yes, she imagines that. When she's riding some faceless, nameless nobody, she thinks of him listening on the other side of the door. Thinks of him touching himself, desperate for her. He can have anyone, but he can't have her. Not how he wants her. Not without her say so.
"Well, you're right," he tells her before nipping at her ear. He's practically on top of her now, one hand braced on the end of the settee, a knee on either side of her. She can feel the hard length of his cock, straining against his pants as he presses into the back of her thigh. "I do think of you sis. Think of all the ways I can make you scream. The ways I can satisfy you, the ways they can't."
His fingers fuck her harder, shove deeper. She whimpers. "You're jealous of them. All the ones I choose over you."
He laughs at this and nips her neck. Asshole. "Now why would I be jealous? I know none of them can satisfy you. I know they leave you wet and pulsating, begging for more. They make you cum, but it's never enough, is it? You're an insatiable, greedy little slut. They can't keep up with you." God, that might be the truest think anyone's ever said to her. She bucks against him harder. "But I can sis. I can and will. I'll keep it hard for you all night long."
"Oh god, fuck," she gasps, long past caring about what stupid little mind game they are in the middle of.
"Give me another one," she grits out.
"Yeah?" He shoves a third finger in and she howls.
"Fuck…"
"By the way, I'm going to ruin this little hole of yours," he taunts before abruptly pulling his fingers out of her ass. Her cry of surprise soon morphs into a sob of relief when he starts rubbing her throbbing, needy clit like it's done something to piss him off.
"You like that?" he grunts in her ear, grinding against her thrusting ass.
"Yeah, fuck yeah."
She can feel the familiar sensation of pleasure building in her thighs, and she knows she's about to go off any second.
"Are you close?"
"Yes," she breathes.
"Good."
Sebastian's hand stops and he suddenly pulls away, taking a seat beside her. Checking his watch, he sighs. "Unfortunately, I just remembered I have a prior engagement."
It takes Kathryn's lust filled brain a whole ten seconds to realize what is happening. When she does her temper quickly takes over. Spinning around she hisses, "Excuse me?"
Sebastian's looking just about as smug as she's ever seen him, and she honestly thinks she's never wanted to hit someone more. "I hate to leave you like this," he sighs, his gaze lingering on her skirt, still bunched around her waist and her exposed, needy pussy. "But I'm afraid it can't be helped." He gives a little shrug then stands up to leave.
Oh, no fucking way asshole. Nobody walks away from her like this.
Kathryn reaches out and grabs his wrist, pulling him back. "Sit your ass back down and finish what you started," she orders.
Sebastian seems to contemplate her a moment before bringing his fingers, soaked with her juices to her mouth. Kathryn sucks the tangy flavor off each digit. Sebastian licks his lips.
"Beg," he orders her.
Her eyes narrow. "Never."
"Then I guess we're at an impasse. Until next time..." Sebastian leans down as if to kiss her but stops just short of her mouth and whispers. "Down girl."
Sebastian hears something undoubtably expensive shatter against the door as it closes behind him. What starts as a giggle, soon erupts into full body shaking laughter as he remembers the stupefied look of horror on his dear sisters face when she realized she wasn't going to get to come. Serves you right bitch. All those years of her cock tease antics finally came home to roost. Enjoy blue ball hell sis.
On the other side of the door, he can hear her cursing his name. He's tempted to stand there listening to see if she breaks anything else, but he's currently rocking an impressive hard-on that's in desperate need of attention. In fact, Sebastian's quite sure he won't even make it to his bedroom in time and since he's already ruined one pair of pants today, it is rather imperative he take care of his little situation sooner rather than later.
He ducks into the nearest room, which happens to be his late uncle's study. He locks the door behind him and is across the room in three long strides. With shaky hands he unfastens his designer slacks and reaches in to tug his cock free. An audible sigh escapes his lips as he wraps a fist around his pulsating length. Shit, he was already dripping everywhere.
With one hand braced on the window molding, the other wastes no time rapidly jerking off. His unfocused gaze stares blankly out the window at the north end garden. Two workers are diligently tending to it, but Sebastian doesn't see them. All he can see is Kathryn, pinned to that couch, with his fingers working inside of her, clenching so hard, soaking his hand…
Then, like the pervert he is, he's sucking those same fingers, getting the faintest taste of her. Fuck yes. He groans, his hand speeds up. Eyes shut he fantasizes about holding her down and fucking into that pretty little ass of hers. She's so tight, he's really going to have to work at it to get in there. He'll make her hold herself open. If she's a good girl he'll use lots of lube and if not, well that might be fun too. And oh shit, the noises she makes, hard, dirty little grunts morphing into high pitched shrieks as she bucks against him. More, more, more…
Sebastian's orgasm comes on so quickly and so intensely his knees threaten to buckle from the pleasure. As he jizzes all over the window, his final thought is of the murderous look on Kathryn's face when he rejected her. His groan of pleasure ends in a laugh as he stumbles backwards into the leather desk chair.
Cock still out and half hard, he reaches into his coat pocket for his cigs and pops one in the corner of his mouth. As he absently watches his cum drip onto the hard wood floor, he thinks about the wager. After the events of this afternoon there is no way, he'll allow himself to lose now. No fucking way. Before it was just a matter of pride, but now, after tasting the sweetness of Annette and the tartness of Kathryn, he can't allow himself to fail. One way or another, he will fuck both of them this summer.
Taking a long drag of his cigarette he stares up at the ceiling and absently strokes his cock. "To the victor goes the spoils,"
And Sebastian plans to be one victorious mother fucker.
What just happened?
Annette stares open mouthed as Sebastian retreats out the opposite door. Luckily, he didn't try to exit out the doorway she is spying out of. One look at her stunned and flushed face and there would be no doubt she was eavesdropping. Kathryn would never let her live it down.
Then again, Kathryn really isn't in a place to cast stones, having been so thoroughly put in her place by Sebastian. Had she not loathed her, Annette might have felt sorry for her.
Then again probably not.
Before the door was even closed behind him, Kathryn picks up a no doubt expensive vase and hurls it at her stepbrother's retreating back. For a debutante she has surprisingly good aim. The antique smashes against the door, exploding in a million pieces. Kathryn lets out a furious cry. "Mother fucker!"
Annette watches mesmerized as she lets out another aggravated wail before slumping back down on the sofa in defeat. Kathryn doesn't bother to fix her skirt, still bunched nearly to her waist. Instead, she makes herself comfortable, letting her feet lay flat on the settee she spreads her legs lewdly. Annette blinks in surprise and her mouth falls open once again as she watches Kathryn reach between her legs and touch herself.
She's masturbating. She's masturbating right there, in the middle of the afternoon in the middle of the damn parlor where anyone could walk in on her. And she doesn't care.
Annette isn't sure whether to be horrified or impressed.
What she does know is that she probably shouldn't be watching this. Eavesdropping on the stepsiblings was one thing, but this, for whatever reason, feels more deviant, more intimate with just Kathryn. Like she is putting on a show just for her. Annette shifts against the doorframe she is hiding behind, knowing she should flee, but unable to move. The relentless, needy throbbing between her legs won't let her.
Instead, she watches fixated as Kathryn gets herself off. Unlike herself, she is in no way bashful about it. The hand working between her legs is insistent, rubbing her clit rapidly while occasionally dipping lower to insert a couple fingers inside herself. Meanwhile her free hand grabs at her breast, pinching her nipple through her blouse. Kathryn's head tips back, her eyes close as she releases a soft cry.
Observing her, she has to admit she makes for a rather pretty picture. Annette realizes with horror that she is envious of this. Kathryn may be a lying, psycho bitch but she isn't afraid of what she wants. Unlike you, a voice whispers in her head, a voice that sounds suspiciously like Merteuil.
Her movements are growing more aggressive now, her hips are lunging off the settee as she bucks almost violently against her hand. "Fuck," she growls, "Do it again." Kathryn's clearly lost in some fantasy, probably about her brother. Watching them earlier Annette had the realization that the stepsiblings, despite clearly being intimate with each other, had never had sex before. Annette wonders why when they both so clearly wanted to.
Am I seriously wondering why a brother and sister haven't had sex? God Hargrove, you're becoming just as messed up as them.
Before she can dwell on it, she quickly becomes distracted by the sight of Kathryn coming. Her body goes tight as a bow string, her hips hold in midair as she jerks into her own hand. She gasps, her head snapping to the side. Kathryn whispers something against the pillow. Even from a distance Annette is fairly certain she says, "Sebastian."
Eventually her body sags back down to the couch and she lays there for a minute, legs spread lewdly, blouse half undone. She looks rested and lazy like an old house cat. Kathryn removes her hand from her legs and Annette can see her fingers glistening with her own juices. She watches wide eyed as she brings them to her mouth and licks them clean. Sighing she reached with her other hand for her phone and makes a call.
"Hey, it's Kathryn. What are you doing tonight?" Whoever she's talking to must give the right answer because it makes her grin. "Glad to hear it. I'm in the country right now, but I can meet you at your place. Say around nine? I'm in the mood for some kink. You bring the handcuffs, I'll bring the toys." She laughs lightly at whatever they say. "No, they're not for me darling."
Kathryn hangs up, tossing the phone carelessly aside. Staring into space, her hand slips back between her legs. Sebastian is right, Annette thinks, she really is insatiable.
She realizes then she needs to leave. Not because she fears getting caught, although that was true as well, but because the pressure between her thighs has grown so uncomfortable, she can no longer stand it. Her legs have actually begun to shake and she's fearful if she stands there one minute longer, she'll succumb to the urge to touch herself right there. And while she may definitely not be afraid of Kathryn, she certainly doesn't possess her brazenness for such matters.
Annette quickly and quietly scurries back to her bedroom, making sure to securely lock the door behind herself before hopping into her bed. She kicks her suitcase aside then reaches under her skirt and removes her underwear with shaky hands before stopping. Mimicking Kathryn's pose, she bends her knees, sets her feet flat on the bed and spreads her legs wide. Without even touching herself she gasps at the feeling of sitting in such a vulgar position. When she at last touches herself she actually sighs in relief. She knows she's bound to cum quickly, but she tries to make it last.
Almost immediately her mind flashes back to the dirty scene she witnessed between the stepsiblings, the nasty way they talked to each other and the way they both seemed so desperate for it, even Sebastian who was playing it so cool. She thinks about Sebastian's fingers sliding inside his sister, the way she bucked against him and cried for more.
"This little pussy's all mine."
"I'll keep it hard for you all night long."
"I'm going to ruin this little hole."
Annette groans, thighs quaking, she rubs her clit harder. She thinks of Sebastian touching her in the park earlier and finds herself fantasizing about letting him touch her further. His hand sliding into her panties, those long fingers of her rubbing against her slimy slit, his husky timber at her ear growling, "I'm going to pump this pussy wide open."
"Oh god," Annette gasps, hips lunging off the mattress.
Then suddenly as her climax approaches, she thinks of…Kathryn. Beautiful and sensual, fucking her own hand, grabbing her breast. "You're such a slut," Annette gasps. And then suddenly she pictures Kathryn turning her head and looking at her and smiling at her in that depraved way of hers as she touches herself…
"Oh god, oh shit," Annette whimpers, her hips bucking, thighs shaking and then suddenly, like an explosion she cums harder than she ever has before.
She sinks down to the mattress, her body still jerking in tiny aftershocks as she comes back down to earth. Her unfocused gaze stares at her hand, glistening with her wetness. Remembering how Kathryn licked her fingers afterwards Annette curious, does the same. It's tangy, but not unpleasant. She idly wonders what Kathryn tastes like before blushing in embarrassment.
Don't even go there Hargrove.
Suddenly her afterglow is interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. "Annette, dear, are you there?"
Helen. Annette, taking in her ruffled appearance, considers pretending she's not there, but her conscious gets the better of her. "Yes," she calls out, "One minute!"
She quickly scrambles off the bed and runs a hand through her rumbled hair and fixes her skirt. Catching her appearance in the mirror she looks flushed and wide-eyed. Annette attempts to relax her features before rushing to the door. "Hi Mrs. Rosemond, sorry about that. I was in the bathroom."
She smiles kindly. "Of course, dear. I just wanted to check on you. Rosa said you were looking for me and…oh my." The older woman gazes over her shoulder and frowns as she stares at the open suitcase on her bed and floor. "Annette, you're not leaving, are you?"
This is her chance. She can make-up an excuse, say she misses home, say she has to help a sick friend. She knows Mrs. Rosemond will understand. She'll go stay with the Michalak's in the city, hang out with Greg and Sabrina, visit the museums and the parks. She'll have a perfectly lovely summer.
Perfectly lovely and perfectly boring, Kathryn's voice whispers tauntingly in her ear. You'll be bored shitless.
Think about all the fun you could have here, Sebastian's seductive voice echoes. With me. With us. It will be a summer you'll never forget.
Oh, for the love of God, Kathryn groans, Just grow a pair already. You know you want to.
"We've so enjoyed having you," Helen tells her, face drawn in concern. "It would be such a shame if you left."
Annette blinks, coming back to herself. She swallows thickly and smiles reassuringly. "Actually, I'm just cleaning out my suitcase. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."