With Voyeuristic Intention

Chapter 7:

About That Little Wager of Yours…

"So, you still pissed?"

"I have no idea what you're referring to."

Sebastian chuckles dryly as he adjusts the shades on his face. "Sure you don't."

With her lips pursed and her expression half hidden behind her large Jackie O sunglasses, his stepsister is the epitome of pure icy glamour. Standing over her as she sunbathes, Sebastian drinks in her body clad only in a barely there emerald green bikini and not for the first time, he second guesses his decision to reject her the day before. Well, his dick does at least.

"You're blocking my sun," she huffs.

He steps a foot to the left but doesn't stop his ogling. "Were you terribly backed up?"

"Hardly. Besides," her mouth curls into a small taunting grin, "Warren Cartwright was more than happy to pick up where you left off."

"Warren Cartwright?" Sebastian plops down on the lounger beside her. "So that's where you disappeared to last night. Since when are you into fascists?"

"Since they have a nine-inch cock and an estate in South Hampton."

Like mother, like daughter. The Merteuil women worship three things: power, money and sex. From what he's heard of the family history, it sounds like it's a genetic trait. Not that he's complaining or throwing stones mind you. The Valmont men aren't exactly sparkling beacons of morality.

Also, he knows the thing about the nine-inch cock isn't a lie. He has third period gym with that asshole.

"He has no stamina. You'll be bored in a week."

"I'm sure you're right. Luckily, I have no interest in Warren beyond the occasional one night stand." Sitting up, Kathryn removes her sunglasses and reveals, "Now, the goodies he has staying with him this summer, that's another story entirely."

"Oh?"

"Prince Philip of Austria. He's a family friend, visiting America for the summer. I met him last night. He's gorgeous, single and straight." Biting the end of her sunglasses thoughtfully she muses, "Imagine what bagging a guy like that will do for my reputation. Needless to say, he's my new summer project."

Sebastian rolls his eyes. Well, she's nothing if not predictable. Of course, a royal title would get her wet. "Well good luck with that," he drawls gazing out at the glistening pool in front of them. "But beware, like all royalty, he's probably shit in bed. I speak from personal experience. They either have no imagination or too much. They're only interested in freaky shit. Remember princess Sophia?"

"Was that the one who could only climax when being watched?"

"No that was the Duchess of Norway. Princess Sophia was the one who only wanted to fuck if I wore a bear costume."

Kathryn giggles. "I forget, did you do it?"

"No," he replies pointedly. He's lying. Of course, he did it, but he'll go to his grave denying it.

Still laughing she tells him, "I don't mind weird, and I can work with boring. After all, I do have a substantial arsenal of toys at my disposal."

Sebastian grins at the mention of her toy chest. For years Kathryn has been taunting him with this trunk of hers. Supposedly it's where she keeps not only her impressive collection of sex toys, but also a list of all her lovers. Needless to say, he's spent a great deal of time trying to break into it. Literally. Kathryn keeps it locked at all times. He once even tried to learn to pick a lock, but it didn't work.

Suddenly interested, he sits up. "Will I ever get to have a peak inside this infamous trunk?"

"That depends, will I ever get to read your journal?"

No fucking way. They stare each other down for one heated moment before Sebastian grows bored. Sighing, he picks up the suntan lotion idling on the hot cement at their feet. Slipping in behind Kathryn he begins massaging it into her shoulders. To his delight she allows it.

Picking up their earlier conversation she remarks, "Even if he does suck in bed it doesn't matter. Sex isn't everything."

Sebastian scoffs at this. "Oh sweetheart, who do you think you're talking to? I know you Kathryn. You need sex, you love it."

"I think you're projecting."

"Am I?" He lets his thumbs dig into her shoulder blades making her press back against him. With his mouth at her ear, he whispers tauntingly, "You and I are two of a kind sis. We need sex, not just for release, but the power that comes from it. There's no greater rush than bending someone to your will, sexually or otherwise. Admit it."

"Hmm," she groans just slightly pressing her ass to his groin. "I think you've been reading too many eighteenth-century novels."

"Could be," he murmurs before dropping a kiss on her neck. "So does this new summer project mean you'll be heading back to the city?"

"No, I can't leave until I ensure you win the bet."

Sebastian's hands pause. "Excuse me? Is that a forfeit I hear in your voice?" He slips his hand from her shoulder and squeezes her tit. "You really did enjoy yourself on that couch."

Kathryn removes his hand. "Fuck the bet. You have to take care of the farm girl before she has a chance to run her mouth about anything." Shooting a sharp look over her shoulder she tells him, "Which means I need you to stop dicking around and get on with it already. Fuck that bitch and destroy her. You have until the end of the weekend."

His eyebrows shoot up. He isn't fond of her tone. "I'm sorry, I think you have me mistaken for one of your underlings. Since when do I take orders from you?"

She leans in until her mouth is hoovering centimeters away from his and grabs his dick. "Since we were twelve and you saw me in a bikini for the first time. You sprouted wood, remember that? You jerked off all night and every night since thinking about me, fantasizing of all the filthy things you want to do to me. I'll make all those fantasies come true Valmont, I'll show you what a world class slut I really am, but only if you take care of Dorothy first, understand?"

Sebastian would like nothing more than to tell her to go fuck herself. But, well, it's not like she's wrong. "You're a psychotic bitch," he murmurs to her, nuzzling his nose against hers.

"I'm aware. Now here she comes." She draws back from him, slipping her sunglasses back on. "Impress me."

He turns to see Annette making her way down the pathway to the pool. She looks up and frows when she spots them, but continues walking. Sebastian gets up from the lounger and takes a seat at the edge of the pool, slipping his feet into the cool water. "Afternoon Annette," he calls out cheerfully as she approaches.

She smiles but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Interesting. McConnel was supposed to have talked him up to her this morning. The fucker better not have screwed up or he's dead.

"Hello," she greets them slipping out of the white fluffy robe she is wearing. "I didn't know you'd be here."

Sebastian stares up at the blue sky. "It's such a beautiful day, why waste it in the city?"

"My, what a lovely Victorian bathing guard you're wearing," Kathryn cattily remarks at Annette's blue one piece suit.

"Thanks." Sizing Kathryn up she retorts, "That's a nice napkin you're wearing."

Sebastian grins. She has balls he'll give her that much. "Don't listen to her Annette. Nothing's sexier than the understated. It shows confidence." Glancing pointedly at his stepsister he remarks, "The obvious is just…desperate."

Kathryn scowls at him while Annette makes a funny little face. "Thanks, I guess." She sits down beside him, slipping her legs into the water."

"Sebastian, Annette could use some lotion. We wouldn't want our guest to burn." She then chucks the suntan lotion hard at his chest. He groans, shooting her an annoyed look before pouring some into hand.

"Oh, um, that's okay," Annette remarks, trying to squirm away when he rubs her shoulders.

"I insist," he tells her. "You're far too fair. This is the hottest time of the day."

She rolls her eyes but stops resisting.

"So, Annette, Aunt Helen says you went to breakfast with Greg McConnel. Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, it was very…illuminating." She looks over her shoulder at him and smiles slightly.

"Yes, I'm sure it was just fascinating," Kathryn mocks. "It must be nice to have someone around to discuss tractor pulls and Walmart with."

"Behave Kathryn," Sebastian warns. She keeps it up, Annette's liable to stomp out of there and that will help neither of their respective causes.

Annette pulls away from him, but she doesn't leave. Instead, she announces with a sharp gleam in her eyes, "I think I'm going to go for a dip. You don't mind do you Kathryn?"

"Of course not. I'm sure you could use the exercise."

Sebastian rolls his eyes. He's about to make a quip about her being jealous of Annette's figure, but he becomes distracted when the blonde backs up and then takes a run into the pool, tucking her knees to her chest mid-air, she lands a very effective cannonball. The ensuing splash effectively drenches his sister, who leaps to her feet with an angry wail. "You stupid cow!"

Annette emerges from the water and gives a phony wide-eyed stare. "Oh, did I get you?"

Kathryn, now rather resembling a drowned rat, lets out a growl of fury before stomping away to no doubt tend to her hair and plot Annette's further demise. Sebastian laughs harder than he has all summer.

"Serves her right," Annette tuts.

"Fair warning, you're likely to wake up with a horse head in your bed tomorrow. Nobody laughs at my sister."

"I'm not afraid of her."

Taking in her unfazed expression he marvels, "You really aren't, are you?"

Sebastian has to admit he's impressed. Everyone who knows the true face of his stepsister is at least a little intimidated if not full out terrified, himself included. But here was this nobody little girl from Kansas who wasn't impressed in the least by his stepsisters' theatrics. No wonder Kathryn was so desperate to get rid of her.

Slipping into the water, he swims towards her. Watching him she remarks, "I know she's your sister and everything, but how do you stand her?"

He chuckles dryly. "That's a fair question. Kathryn can be…a lot but she's also intelligent, cultured, exciting, beautiful." Sebastian adds that last part, curious if it was elicit a response. She doesn't disappoint.

Flinching Annette treads water around him. "Can I ask you a rather personal question?"

"Could I stop you?"

"Have you and Kathryn ever...?"

He pretends to not understand the question a moment, before letting his eyes grow wide in surprise. Letting out a shocked huff of incredulous laughter he remarks, "Oh my god, of course not!"

"I'm sorry, it's just you two seem really close."

"We're not that close."

Annette fumbles for an excuse. "It's just given your reputation and all, not to mention it's not like you're related by blood."

"Blood relation or not, there are some lines even I won't cross. Including sister fucking."

"Glad to hear it."

"You know, you have quite the pervy imagination," he teases. "I'm kind of impressed."

"Shut up." Annette's cheeks heat and she sticks her tongue out at him, before sinking back into the water. When she emerges, he splashes her playfully and she splashes him back.

Swimming around her, like a shark getting ready to attack fresh blood, he asks, "So how was your date?"

"It wasn't a date," she sounds vaguely exasperated. "It was fine. Actually, he just talked about you a lot."

Good boy Greggy.

"Oh? Should I be flattered?"

"I'd say. He was very complimentary. He talked about how you get a bad rap, but you're really a good guy which is strange as just the other day he was warning me against you."

Sebastian shrugs. "Maybe he had a change of heart."

"Or maybe someone suggested he talk you up to me. Did you tell Greg to tell me those things?"

He supposes he should have guessed she'd figure it out. Annette wasn't the usual insipid debutant he was used to dealing with. Smiling unbothered by the interrogation he tells her, "Of course not, and even if I asked him to do that, he never would. We're not those kind of friends."

"Right, you're just the kind who have sex together."

Sebastian rolls his eyes. "I told you that was a one time thing." Swimming closer to her, he reaches out and tugs her closer by the waist. "Besides, there's someone else I'm much more interested in."

He leans in to kiss her, but their mouths barely touch when she squirms away, pushing him off. "No, I told you I have a boyfriend."

Oh Christ. "Oh yeah, you seemed to have forgotten all about him yesterday."

"That was a mistake. I never should have let it go that far."

"I don't believe you. You want this as much as I do." He attempts to pull her in again only for her to shove him off.

Annette rolls her eyes and swims towards the ladder. "Give it up Sebastian. You won't get what you want from me. Even if I was going to have sex, you're the last boy in the world it would happen with."

"You're attracted to me," he spits petulantly. "Admit it."

"Maybe I am," admits, "But I'm not stupid enough to act on it."

She starts to climb the out of the pool when Sebastian throws a hail Mary pass. "What if I told you I'm falling in love with you?"

Annette grabs her towel and looks back at him unimpressed. "I'd tell you to get a better line."

"It's true. You're changing me, Annette. I…want to be better, to be worth of you."

She stares at him for a beat before a smile breaks out over her face and she shakes her head. "Wow. You must really think I'm an idiot."

"You don't believe me?"

"Of course I don't. Sebastian you are exactly the same boy I met two weeks ago. Nothing's changed. All you're interested in is feeding your libido and I'm still not interested."

"Now who's full of shit?" he challenges, leaning against the edge of the pool. "You can't tell me you weren't into it in the park."

"A moment of temporary insanity. Besides, I would never do that to Trevor."

Sebastian rolls his eyes upwards. "And what does Captain America have that I don't?"

Slipping back into her robe she tells him, "Morals, a conscious and oh yeah, he doesn't have to blackmail my friends into making up stories about him." Shooting him a pointed look she turns and walks away effectively ending the conversation with, "Good afternoon Sebastian."

He's tempted to call her a self-righteous bitch, but he knows acting like the spoiled asshole she thinks he is won't get him anywhere. Instead, he sinks back into water, stewing in his temporary defeat. Back to square one. Kathryn is not going to be pleased.

"Goddammit Blaine, you better have something for me."

Kathryn's greeted by a long beat of silence on the other end of the line. She's fairly certain she's interrupted him getting his dick serviced. Her suspicions are confirmed when she hears a faint groan followed by the familiar sound of rustling clothes. "Blaine?!" she snaps irritably. "Are you listening?"

"What? Don't tell me you've run through your stash already. It's only Wednesday angel cakes, pace yourself."

Slumping down into a plush armchair, she rings out her wet hair again, frowning. "No, I need to know what you dug up on the girl."

"Oh, that. Well just as I predicted she's clean as a whistle. Attends church regularly, volunteers with the homeless, gets straight A's. Not even so much as a detention."

Kathryn's not surprised of course, just disappointed. "Shit. Well do you think you could fake something."

"What would you like me to do? Fabricate an arrest record?" He scoffs, "I'm not wading into any felonies for your petty high school vendetta."

"Oh, come on, where are those infamous balls of your Tuttle?"

"Not in your pocket, unlike every other male you have your hooks in. Speaking of which, how's that delicious brother of yours? Is he enjoying my sloppy seconds?"

Trying to keep the conversation on track she snaps, "Blaine, focus! I'm in deep shit here. This little bitch knows way too much about me. I need her shipped back to farm country, yesterday."

"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a bunch. Not all hope is lost. I did find something interesting."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it's about her parents…"

"How was the ride, Miss Hargrove?"

Annette flinches upon hearing her name come out in that gravel voice. Her cheeks heat and for a moment her brain goes blank. Somehow, she stumbles through a response. "Um, uh, it was, it was great!"

God, she is such a moron.

Dominic, the stable hand, is easily the most attractive guy Annette has ever laid eyes on. He looks like he should be on the cover of a romance novel or something. He's tall, with big muscular arms as big as tree trunks and a broad chest that threatened to break free from his flannel shirt. His hair, dark and wavy was the same color as his close cut beard. His eyes are blue and sparking, his smile is easy and unbothered. She can't look at him without blushing.

Honestly, she doesn't mean to ogle him, but as she watches him remove the saddle from the horse, and he bends over to check the hooves, she can't help herself. Unfortunately, it doesn't go unnoticed.

"See something you like Dorothy?"

Annette rolls her eyes as Kathryn comes up from behind her. She's wearing full riding clothes and a superior smirk. "Dominic," she calls, sharp and demanding, "Ready Machiavelli for me and do be quick about it this time. I don't have all day to wait around."

His smile fades and he gives a brisk nod. "Sure thing Miss Merteuil."

"And don't forget to polish my saddle."

"Of course."

Annette shakes her head at her high handedness. "Machiavelli? What, was Mussolini too obvious? Hitler too gauche?"

Kathryn turns back to her and appraises her for a moment before remarking, "You're kind of funny. It's a shame you're such a self-righteous twat. We might have been friends."

"I seriously doubt that" she scoffs, before turning around to leave. She's had more than enough of Kathryn for the day.

"I've been meaning to ask you, what's the deal with your parents?"

Annette regards her with confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Why aren't they here? I just think it's odd they let their only child come to the big, bad city all on her own."

"Long Island is hardly the big, bad city," she drawls. "And not that it's any of your business, but they are in the middle of selling our house. Your aunt invited me to stay to get better reacquainted with Manchester. End of story."

Kathryn tilted her head thoughtfully. "Interesting."

"Yeah, it's fascinating." Annette has no idea what she's driving at and she's in no mood for her mind games. "Well, enjoy you're ride Kathryn." Swinging back around she walks away calling over her shoulder, "Try not to fall off your shiny saddle!"

As she heads back to the main house, replaying the weird conversation over in her head, Annette once again questions her decision to stay at the estate. Between Sebastian's roving hands and Kathryn's mind games, maybe this was more excitement than she bargained for.

She's nearly to the house when she suddenly realizes she doesn't have her phone. "Shit," she mutters, realizing she likely left it in the sables before she went out ridding. Sighing, Annette jogs back to the building, hoping Kathryn has already left on her ride.

When she arrives, there doesn't appear to be anyone around. She spots her phone where she left it, on a wooden post outside one of the stables. Annette pockets it and starts to head out when she hears the familiar sound of a female moan. Familiar because she's heard it before.

Kathryn.

She turns around and slowly follows the sound. It's coming from one of the stalls. The walls are high and hard to see over and half of them are filled by horses. Suddenly, Kathryn suddenly comes into view. On instinct Annette hides, ducking into the nearest empty stall. She crouches against the back wall and peaks between the wooden planks that make up the wall separating the stalls. She spies Kathryn pressed up against the stall door, naked from the waist down, with Dominic, the same Dominic who she was ordering around mere minutes ago, on his knees in front of her with his head between her legs.

He's going down on her.

Annette remembers that phrase from some romance book she read once when she was stuck inside her aunt Shelia's over winter break. At the time she couldn't imagine that being something people outside of those kinds of books did. Clearly, she was wrong. And judging by Kathryn's very enthusiastic response, she was obviously enjoying herself.

"Oh god, fuck, yeah right there," she groans, burying her fingers in his thick dark hair as she arches against the wall. One of her legs is thrown over his shoulder. Annette notices her pants and boots discarded in the hay.

She slams back against the stall door, groaning. The horses nay loudly in their respective stalls.

"You're getting them excited baby," she hears Dominic growl.

"Am I getting you excited?"

"What do you think?"

Suddenly he leaps to his feet and picks her up like she's nothing. Kathryn squeals in surprise, her legs wrapping around his waist. They make out furiously with Dominic shoving her against the door. Kathryn pulls back, laughing and breathless. "Ooh you are excited. What's the matter Dom, are the trailer trash townies not doing it for you anymore?"

He jerks her head back and nips at her neck. "Christ you're a mouthy little bitch."

"You like it."

"Maybe, but someone should teach you some manners." He sets her down then shoves her to her knees while his free hand unfastens his jeans. "Be a good girl and take care of that big cock."

She half expects Kathryn to get pissed off at his treatment of her, but she's laughing as she tugs his pants down. His dick pops out and Annette gasps. He's huge, bigger than Greg, bigger than Sebastian. Kathryn can barely get her hand around it. She jerks him a few times before putting her mouth of him. Annette watches in amazement as she sucks more than half of it into her mouth.

"Goddamn," Dominic groans, "Just like that. Shit, suck it all down. I know you can take all of it." He grasps Kathryn by the hair and pushes into her mouth. She squeals but doesn't appear to fight it.

Annette thinks, there's no way she can be enjoying this, but then she notices the debutante has her hand buried between her legs. She's getting off on it. Huh. Realizing this, Annette feels the pressure between her legs increase. God she shouldn't be watching this. Then why didn't you leave the estate when you had the chance? She asks herself.

Because you're just dying to see what I do next, the Kathryn who lives in her head taunts. You get off on it.

God, shut up.

Dom continues to saw in and out of her mouth. He punches the stall with his meaty fist and groans loudly. "Ah, fuck, you can suck cock Kitty Kat. Yeah, princess I'm going to nut down your pretty little throat…"

Kathryn pulls him from his mouth. Her lips look red and swollen, she's panting. "Not yet," she pants, voice hoarse. "Not until you fuck me."

She stumbles to her feet and grabs him around the neck, tugging his mouth to hers. They kiss wantonly for a minute before breaking apart. Dominic reaches between her legs and palms her cunt. Somehow Annette can feel it between her own legs and the sensation makes her want to cry out. She doesn't know how much longer she can stay in that little stall without succumbing to touching herself.

"I don't think so Miss Merteuil. This little pussy of yours is not eighteen yet," he tells her.

Kathryn leans against his chest. "That didn't stop you last year."

She then abruptly shoves him backwards and he stumbles, landing in the hay. Kathryn advances, tugging open her button-down shirt. Her braless breasts pop free. Annette has to admit she's annoyingly perfect. Dominic laughs, licks his lips. "If memory severs, I didn't fuck that hole last year."

"Yeah, well, you're not sticking that fucker in my ass again without some serious lube." She drops down and straddles him.

"I might have some hoof oil around here somewhere." He reaches out and squeezed her breasts with his huge hands.

"No fucking way. Besides, I have a date tonight and I need to be able to sit down." She wraps her fist around his cock and slowly strokes him. "On second thought, maybe it's best you don't fuck me. My little pussy is way too tight to fit all this," she coos.

"Is that so?"

"Uh huh. You'd have to hold me down and work it in…real…real…hard. You'd split me right open."

He groans, "Oh for fuck sake." Dominic abruptly grabs her by the hips and flips her so she's underneath him.

Kathryn lets out a shriek of surprise following by laughter. "Men are so easy."

He pulls out a foil packet, Annette assumes is a condom and rips it open with his teeth. "You open your mouth to anyone about this…"

"Please. Like I'd brag about fucking the hired help."

"Hired help? Ah, you're going to pay for that one darlin'." He grabs her leg and shoves it up, resting her heel on his shoulder. Then without warning he shoves inside her. Kathryn lets out a scream.

"Mother fucker! Christ, you're big!"

He laughs, holding himself above. "Everything you hoped?"

"Asshole," she groans. "You didn't have to go balls deep on the first thrust."

"You asked for it. Enjoy the ride princess." He hauls back and thrusts in, again and again, and again. Soon Kathryn shrieks seem to morph into enthusiastic moans and cries for more, harder, again!

"This little pussy is milking me so good," he grunts, his big meaty hands wrapped around her slim thighs.
"Are you enjoying that cock schoolgirl? You're dripping all over my balls."

"Jesus, fuck, harder!"

Without even realizing it, Annette' hand has found its way between her legs and she touches herself through her jeans as she watches them. Knowing, they were far too involved to notice her, she decides what the hell? With shaky hands, Annette unbuttons her pants and shoves her greedy hand inside. She bites her lip to swallow the moan that threatens to escape. She's already so wet. Kneeling in the corner she rubs herself frantically as she watches Kathryn cum.

"Oh god, fuck, I'm coming…I'm coming…" She groans, her hips arching as Dominic leans down to suck on her nipples. "Ah!"

Then just as abruptly as he shoved into her, Dominic pulls Kathryn up and flips her over a nearby bale of hay, like she's nothing but a rag doll. Grabbing her by the hair he pins her in place and resumes fucking her. This time it's much more savage. He slaps her hard on the ass and tugs her hair. Kathryn eats it up, yelling at him to make her cum.

"Those prep schoolboys you run around with, never fuck you this good," he taunts. "That needy little pussy of yours needs a real man to take care of it."

Kathryn can only whimper in reply as he savagely fucks her.

Annette's brain has officially shut down as she takes this all in. She wonders how Kathryn can get turned on by this, but then she realizes, she's turned on by this. She doesn't understand it. She rubs her clit harder, squirming against her hand as the pleasure builds between her legs.

Dominic suddenly pulls out of her. He yanks the condom off and furiously beats his cock against her upturned ass. "Oh, little rich bitch slut," he groans.

Kathryn turns around. She's rubbing her pussy frantically. "Come on me," she orders him. "Spill it all over me. I want it."

He groans, his hand speeds up and seconds later he's shooting come all over her chest and torso. There's so much of it. Kathryn comes as well, jerking hard against her hand with a high-pitched sob. When Dominic leans in and forces his cum covered cock back into her mouth Annette finds herself coming as well, eyes shut tight everything goes white for a second as the pleasure shoots through her body.

When she comes back to herself, she notices Kathryn using Dominic's shirt to clean herself up. Licking one of her fingers clean she tells him, "Let's go one more time."

He laughs, heavy and masculine. "Uh, you're going to need to give me a minute princess."

"Pussy."

Dominic responds by grabbing her wrist and tugging her back to him where he begins tickling her until she squeals. Annette realizes they are distracted enough she can sneak out. Ignoring the sticky uncomfortable mess she's left between her legs, she quietly gets to her feet and creeps out. When she's sure she's safe from being detected she takes off in a run back to the house. She needs a shower. A cold one.

"What part of 'your ass is on the line' are you not getting?" Sebastian sneers into the receiver.

"L-look Valmont, I told her everything you told me to. I did it just as you said." Greg is trying to sound like an alpha male and failing miserably. Sebastian is very much not in the mood.

"Then how come she didn't buy a goddamn word of it?"

As Greg hmms and haws, Sebastian becomes momentarily distracted by the epic pair of boobs he's currently fucking. Vivien is kneeling before him, bare ass naked giving him one hell of a tit job. He watches mesmerized as the angry red head of his cock appears and disappears within her cleavage. It's almost enough to distract him from McConnell's failure. Almost.

"I don't know man, I thought she bought it. She certainly didn't act like she thought I was bullshitting her."

"Well clearly she's a better actress than you are. Tell me you at least found out who's been writing to her."

"Uh…"

"Mother fucker," Sebastian bellows. "You are so dead! I'm posting that video tonight."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Look, um, I'll figure something out. Please, just give me a little more time. I'll find out who's writing to her."

Sebastian's not exactly impressed and he's not feeling particularly merciful at the moment, however Greg is one of the few pieces of ammunition he has in this war. It would be stupid to cut him loose just yet.

Pulling his cock free, he jerks Vivien to her feet then unceremoniously bends her over the desk he's leaning against. He pulls out a condom. "Alright, you have until the end of the week. If by then you don't give me some results, everyone with a wireless connection is going to know how much to like sucking cock, especially after it's just been in your ass. Understand me?"

"Yes! I got it. Thanks Valmont, I really—"

He hangs up before he can finish his apology and tosses the phone aside. Viv laughs and mocks, "Oh, Valmont, you're so forceful."

"Shut up," he sneers, lining up his cock against the seam of her pussy. "And brace yourself. I'm in the mood to do some damage."

"What are you doing here?"

Kathryn looks up in her three-way mirror and is surprised when she finds her stepbrother standing behind her. He's wearing the hell out of a black Prada suit, and he has his signature shades on. Almost involuntarily her pussy clenches and she immediately admonishes herself when she remembers she's still annoyed with him.

Get it together slut.

She's returned home to the city for the night as she has a date that evening. Sequestered in her walk-in closet she's trying to decide between a red Versace dress and a less obvious but still sexy Alexander McQueen one. Kathryn hadn't anticipated his arrival or else she likely wouldn't have greeted him in her pushup bra, panties and garters. She lets him ogle her a minute before slipping into a silk robe.

Feigning indifference, he trails his fingers over her color coordinated silk and satin negligees and remarks, "I couldn't stand another night of quiet boredom in the country. I can only fuck Vivien in so many depraved ways before it becomes tedious. I need a night of good old fashioned city debauchery." Flashing a grin he asks, "Care to join me?"

"I'd love to." She picks the Versace back up and explains, "But I can't. I have a date with Prince Philip this evening."

He pulls a face. "Then my sincerest condolences. You're in for a night of mediocre sex and insipid conversation." Sebastian picks up the black McQueen and hands it to her. "This one. We don't want him to think you're only interested in sex."

Kathryn rolls her eyes but takes the dress. As he continues along, examining her underwear drawer she's tempted to tell him about her afternoon of filthy sex with Dominic but decides against it. After all, she hadn't been lying when she told the stable boy there was no victory in bragging about fucking the hired help. Instead, she brings up the other pressing matter at hand. "I expected you to be sliding into home with Miss Seventeen magazine or is she still not letting you past second?"

"Neither I'm afraid." Removing his glasses he explains with a wince, "She just wants to be friends."

She shakes her head in disbelief. "Unbelievable. I practically gift wrap the little bitch for you, and you still can't close the deal. Pathetic."

Honestly, she's not particularly surprised. Clearly it was going to take more than a few sweet words and PG style make out sessions to make Dorothy flop on her back. However, she enjoys poking at her stepbrother's overinflated ego whenever the chance presents itself.

Not surprisingly, he is not amused. "It's not my fault," Sebastian snaps petulantly, following after her as she takes a seat at her vanity. "McConnel isn't a very good double agent."

"Why would you expect him to be? Forget it, I'll just have to find someone more…capable, to take her down." Almost absentmindedly she adds, "I have half a mind to do it myself."

"Now there's an idea."

Kathryn looks up at him in her mirror, trying to assess what he's getting at, but he turns around, taking a seat on the small white chaise behind her. Trying to needle him a little she remarks, "Perhaps I should give Julian Davis a call or Carter Grayson. Both are more than adequate. You remember that job Julian did on the Benedict girl? The poor thing had to do a stint at Bellevue. Very impressive. Of course, I could always-"

"Oh Kathryn," he calls out interrupting her. "About that little wager of yours…"

She of course remembers this refrain from when they made the bet and is mildly amused at the callback. "Yes?"

"I was thinking we amend it slightly."

Kathryn turns around. "Don't tell me you want to forfeit. How delightful!" Rising up from her seat she slowly approaches him, letting her robe falls open as she does. Sebastian's gaze noticeably darkens as he drinks her in, but otherwise he doesn't react. "Perhaps I'll take my new car out on my date."

She holds her hand open for the keys and he smiles. "Nice try. No, I was thinking, since you're so confident in your abilities, why not put your money where your mouth is?"

Kathryn takes a seat beside him. "Meaning?"

Tilting his head contemplatively, he explains, "You think you can fuck little Annette before me, let's see it. New wager, same terms." Casual as can be, Sebastian pulls back the cup of her bra exposing her pink nipple. Kathryn is careful not to acknowledge his behavior. Circling her areola with his thumb he continues, "The first one to break in that virgin pussy wins."

Of course, she suspected this is where he was heading, but she's still unnerved by it namely becomes she knows she'll have to accept. It's the only acceptable option. The whole foundation of their twisted relationship was built on one upping each other. When a challenge has been thrown down, there was no refusing it. Those were the rules they lived by.

Still, she wasn't about to make it too easy for him.

"That's very intriguing, unfortunately, I'm busy this summer. All my energies have to be put towards landing the prince."

Sebastian flashes a grin. "Afraid of losing?"

"Never. I just have no interest in that girl."

Her stepbrother leans over and plucks a piece of ice from her idling vodka tonic. "I think you're lying." When he begins to rub it over her hard nipple Kathryn has to actively work not to react. "I think you're very intrigued by our blonde ingenue. That smart mouth of hers, that nice ass." Sebastian leans in and sucks her puckered nipple into her mouth. It might as well be her clit. Kathryn swallows a moan.

"Imagine bringing a girl like that to heel," he continues, picking up another piece of ice. He trails it across her abdomen and down her mound. She shivers, but says nothing. Rubbing it against her panty covered slit he muses, "Picture licking that juicy twat of hers until she squirms for more. You could make her beg."

Kathryn's trying her best not to squirm herself.

The truth is, she is intrigued by the idea of nailing Annette. For one, she'll enjoy taking the victory away from Sebastian, but also there was something about the blond. Perhaps it was her holier than-thou attitude of hers that made Kathryn want to dominate her. The idea of holding her down and eating that virgin cunny of hers until she screamed made her cunt clench with need.

When the ice melts against her overheated cunt, Sebastian pulls back flicking the residual water from his fingers. "Then again, I'm getting ahead of myself." He fixes her bra back into place and sits back in his seat. "I mean I haven't even gotten her to put out. Odds are very slim you'll be able to make her go full dyke even with your considerable…charms. I doubt you can pull it off."

He's baiting her but whatever. "Oh, I'll pull it off," she assures him.

"Then I assume we have a deal?"

Kathryn stares at his outstretched hand a beat before conceding. "Of course."

They shake and Sebastian's face breaks into a predatory grin. "Happy hunting Kathryn."

And just like that she has a new summer project.