With Voyeuristic Intention
Chapter 9:
Who is Our Friend Who Gives You Such Pleasure?
It's almost too easy.
As she watches the headmaster's daughter inelegantly fumble out of her undergarments, Kathryn compliments herself on the progress she's made. Only a few days into this bet and she's already gotten the virginal blonde naked. Beat that Valmont.
And oh, what a pretty picture she does make. Even as she's clearly trying to undress as discreetly as possible, Kathryn still gets a good look. Nice full tits, blonde bush, a little baby fat around the hips that annoyingly makes her more attractive, all combine to make a pretty irresistible package. Unfortunately, Kathryn doesn't have the chance to properly ogle her as Annette dives into the pool almost immediately. When she emerges, she's clear across the pool.
Chicken shit.
"Feel's nice, doesn't it?" Kathryn swims towards her, closing the distance.
"Yeah, actually it does." Apprehension flashes across her face as she nears. "Um, I've never actually done this before."
No kidding.
"Oh?" Kathryn lets herself float a little closer. "So, in other words, I popped your cherry?"
Even in the dark she can see the faint pink color her cheeks as she rolls her eyes and laughs uncomfortably. "Figuratively speaking, yes."
"Sebastian will be so jealous."
Her eyes narrow. "Anyone ever tell you, you two have a strange relationship?"
Of course they haven't. Kathryn would never give anyone a reason to suspect her relationship with Sebastian was anything more than stepsiblings. It's only because she gets such a kick out of fucking with little Dorothy, that she even hints at such a possibility.
Kathryn shrugs. "No, it's just normal sibling rivalry." Then seeking a distraction, she dips back underwater, making sure to give Annette a nice flash of her ass as she does. Kathryn swims past, brushing a teasing hand against her upper thigh before popping up on the other side of her.
Annette's eyes are wide in her face, like a startled dear. Kathryn giggles. "What about you, no siblings?"
She shakes her head. "Only child. I always wanted siblings, but I think my mom had trouble getting pregnant or something. I don't know, I guess I didn't mind. It was nice just the three of us. We're so close."
"Daddy's little girl," Kathryn mocks.
Annette's expression changes as a memory flashes in her eyes and she mumbles sullenly, "Yeah, not anymore."
"Oh?"
She seems to realize she might have said too much, because she quickly tries to brush it off. "Nothing, never mind." Then, clearly stealing one of her moves, she attempts to distract her by practicing her backstroke, flashing those nice tits of hers. Kathryn however isn't a horny teenage boy and thus isn't easily distracted.
"Nice try, spill Hargrove."
Staring at her a beat, she can tell she's weighting her option before giving into her need to share. With a put upon sigh she reveals, "I found out my father's cheating on my mother."
"Is that it?"
"I walked in on him in bed with her. She was one of his students."
Her brows raise in surprise. "I see." Actually, Kathryn knew all this. She also knew this wasn't the whole story—a story she suspected little Annette was completely clueless about.
Shaking her head Annette bristles, "He's such a hypocrite. Always preaching to me about waiting for love and the importance of honoring vows, meanwhile he's screwing some girl barely older than his own daughter. It's disgusting."
Kathryn's impressed by the blonde's venom, but she doesn't let her off easy. "So little Dorothy grew up and realized Santa isn't real, is that it? News flash, parents are people too. They're just as capable of being assholes. Trust me, I speak from experience."
"Thanks for the pep talk," Annette drawls. "Why do I even bother?"
She swims off and Kathryn rolls her eyes, swimming after her. God it was all so exhausting. "I'm trying to tell you I understand. My parents aren't exactly the Brady's."
Annette joins her at the side of the pool, her face open and curious. "I kind of forgot you had parents." With a smirk she adds, "I guess I just assumed you were raised by wolves."
Kathryn snorts. "I might as well have been. My mother is a gold-digging whore who purposely got herself knocked up by my aristocratic father in a bid to starve off an impending divorce. It didn't work. My father is a cold, heartless son of a bitch who can barely be bothered to remember my birthday. The closest thing I've had to a father in my life is Edward Valmont, which trust me isn't saying much. So, you see, as messed up as you think your parents are, they haven't got anything on mine."
Her mouth hangs open slightly and she marvels. "Wow."
"Feel better?"
"Not really"
Kathryn moves towards her and smiles enigmatically. "Perhaps we should do something about that."
Annette's expression becomes almost comically alarmed as she quickly jerks back. Her mouth opens and closes in quick succession. "Are you…are you trying to seduce me?"
She stares at her a beat before releasing a light laugh, "Um no. Why, would you like me to?"
Shaking her head she tells her, "I'm not…like that."
"You don't say," Kathryn quips.
Annette rolls her eyes and presses back against the wall. "Do you, um…"
Kathryn lets the question hang there for a minute before bluntly replying, "Fuck girls? Yes, on occasion. It makes a nice pallet cleanser."
"Oh"
Kathryn swims up close to her and grabs the ledge of the pool on either side of her head. Leaning in close, close enough her tits just barely graze hers, she locks eyes with Annette and tells her, "You have nothing to worry about. I have no interest in seducing you." With a disdainful sneer she adds, "You're not exactly my type."
Surprise flashes in the other girl's face. "Why not?"
"I'm not into virgins," she states plainly before pushing off the wall. "I leave that sort of thing to Sebastian."
"I see."
Kathryn floats on her back and stares up at the starry sky, allowing herself to be ogled by little Dorothy. "You sound disappointed."
"Hardly," she tosses back, clearly trying to sound flippant, but her ragged breathing gives her away. "I have enough trouble with your brother, I really don't need you added to the mix."
"Of course," she remarks, meeting her gaze, "If I wanted to fuck you, I could."
Annette's eyes widen once again in surprise and Kathryn laughs, drinking in that stupefied and slightly horny look on her face before turning and swimming back to the ladder. "I'm getting chilly," she calls over her shoulder. "I think I'm going to call it a night."
"Um, yeah," is all the blonde can manage.
Kathryn climbs out of the pool and gathers her clothes in her hand. Turning, she stares down at Annette, still in the pool, still wearing that bewildered expression and grins. Cocking a hand on her hip, she poses, dripping wet and naked, allowing her one last long look. This time the inexperienced girl doesn't avert her eyes.
Drink it up baby.
"Sweet dreams, Hargrove."
Annette can't stop shaking.
She's in her bedroom, having walked back from the pool by herself in the dark. She hasn't bothered to take off her dress despite the fact that it was still wet and clinging to her uncomfortably. Instead, she finds herself sitting on her bed, fidgeting nervously as she recalls the surreal evening she just had.
What the hell is wrong with her? I mean honestly. Annette can't believe she was stupid enough to let herself be manipulated into going skinny dipping with Kathryn. And why did she confide all that stuff about her parents? She knows the brunette will only find a way to use it against her.
Despite what she said, it's obvious Kathryn is trying to seduce her or at the very least screw with her head. Annette hates being toyed with, especially by the likes of her. Merteuil was arrogant and cruel, with virtually no redeeming qualities, outside of her attractiveness.
Then why are you so fascinated by me?
Kathryn's voice filters unwanted once again into her brain. Annette is not fascinated by her, she's not. She's just, well, curious. Curious about how she moves through life, taking and doing what she wants, lying and manipulating everyone around her. Seemingly free of conscious or any moral hang-ups. How does she do it?
And yes, she'll admit Kathryn is very beautiful, but that doesn't mean she's attracted to her.
As much as she tries to stop it, the image of Kathryn naked, wet and dripping, standing over her with that superior, knowing smirk, flashes in her brain. God, she was so shameless, it was ridiculous. Really, Annette should just find the whole thing funny. That girl was so egotistical, she just assumes she's irresistible to everyone, even a complete straight person like herself. To be so arrogant as to believe she'd be interested her in a sexual way was not only ludicrous, but insulting.
Then why are you so turned on just thinking about me? Why do you want nothing more than to crawl into bed and get yourself off, imaging it's me?
She jumps to her feet and exclaims, "Oh my god, stop." Looking around at the beautiful, empty guest bedroom she nearly laughs at her own stupidity. "You're losing it Hargrove," she murmurs to herself. You're not attracted to Kathryn. You hate her. She's just playing with you. Forget about it.
Resolving to do just that, Annette removes her wet dress and slips into a dry, baby doll cotton nightgown. She almost never wears this nightgown. Its thin spaghetti straps were always falling down, her breasts peak out obscenely from the top and it's way too short. However, she argues it's so hot, even with the air conditioning, that it's the only acceptable option. Yeah, not even she buys that.
By the time she slips into bed she's knows what's about to happen. After all it's barely after ten at night, she's hardly sleepy, but she knows at this point it's fruitless to deny it. Annette sinks into the comfortable bed and almost immediately her hand finds its way between her legs. She hadn't bothered with panties.
She trembles when her hand makes contact with her overheated flesh. She's so wet it's already clinging to her thighs.
Slowly she rubs circles against tender clit, mewling in response to the intense feeling it elicits. With her eyes falling shut she tries to think about Trevor. He is her boyfriend after all, but it doesn't work. She feels nothing. (Actually, she's starting to wonder if she ever felt anything for Trevor). She replaces Trevor with Sebastian and that works. Annette remembers making out with him in the park, the delicious feel of him on top of her, his hands roaming over her body as if he was memorizing it. Squeezing her breasts, her hips. She could feel the hard line of his…cock against her thigh. She rubs harder, bucks her hips. It's good, it feels so good only…
"If I wanted to fuck you, I could."
"Ugh!" Annette growls, her hand coming to a stop. She does not want to be thinking of her right now. She does not. She meant what she said, she's not like that. She is not attracted to Kathryn.
Except maybe she kind of is.
Without even realizing it her hand resumes rubbing her folds as she flashes back to Kathryn standing over her naked. Her legs, which looked surprisingly long given her petite stature. Her pussy shaven. Her slender, toned stomach leading to her breasts. Not huge but somehow perfect and her nipples, pink and hard. Annette reaches a fumbling hand into her nightgown and squeezes her own breast. She whimpers, arching against her pillow. Then she remembers, Kathryn swimming up close, cornering her against the side of the pool, those nipples of her grazing the tops of Annette's breasts. She remembers the electric current. Suddenly she fantasizes it's Kathryn's breasts she's groping, Kathryn's nipple she's toying with. "Oh god," she gasps, her hand speeds up.
Glancing down at her breast, she almost instinctively bends forward and licks her own nipple. It seems such a depraved thing to do but, to hell with it, she's in bed getting herself off to a girl she supposedly hates. The depraved ship has already sailed. Annette goes even further and sucks her nipple into her mouth, imagining it's Kathryn she's sucking off.
It feels odd, but not unpleasant. She knows even with limited experience it probably feels nothing like the real thing, but in the moment she doesn't care. She's too lost in her fantasy. In it, she reaches around, grabs Kathryn's ass, pushes her against her thigh. The brunette gasps, just as she did when Sebastian touched her. God the noises she makes. And then she's picturing it, Kathryn rubbing her between the legs, whispering filthy things in her ear.
"Your little pussy is so wet. I just want to lick it all up." She flashes a deviant grin, "Can I?"
Annette nods unable to speak.
"Ask for it," she demands, eyes flashing with authority.
"I-I—" is all she can manage.
"Say the words or I'll leave you here, dripping and desperate and unfulfilled…"
Somehow, Annette finds the words, pushing past her shame and embarrassment. "I want…I want your mouth on me."
"Where?"
"M-my pussy," she stutters, Kathryn fingers are rubbing her harder, tighter, the pleasure climbs to an excruciating level. Annette gasps. "My wet, tight, neglected pussy. Please touch me."
Kathryn smiles. "That's my good little girl."
Something about hearing that praise, patronizing though it may be, does it for her and even before she can finish off her fantasy she's coming. She tries to delay it, wanting to drag this out further, but it comes on so quick she can't stop it. Annette bucks against her hand, crying out as she pinches her own nipple as her orgasm racks her body. She jerks against the mattress, gasping into her pillow while her thighs clench tightly against her hand.
"Oh my god," she gasps as she comes down to earth. That was easily the most intense one yet.
It doesn't take long for her euphoria to give way to despair. Laying there, legs spread, breasts falling out of her nightgown, hair mused, her thighs wet and sticky, reality hits her hard and it's not pretty. She can't believe she just did that. She fantasized about Kathryn and got off to it. Hard.
"Dammit," she groans. This is not good.
"You are not going to believe what I just found—"
Sebastian bursts into the billiards room only to draw to a stop when he stumbles upon a most intriguing scene. Kathryn, draped across the leather chaise lounge, wearing only a see-through black nightgown, with a very naked female working diligently between her legs. It pays not to knock some times.
Being the caring big brother he is, Sebastian turns and locks the door behind him, before leisurely strolling up to the pair. For a brief, terror filled moment he fears the individual half buried beneath Kathryn's negligee is Annette. However, on further inspection he realizes his suspicions are unwarranted. Annette's legs aren't that long and she doesn't have a heart tattoo on her ass. He assumes.
Smiling cheekily, he asks, "Bad time?"
"Kind of," Kathryn replies, voice breathy and unbothered.
Standing over them, Sebastian's quite sure he knows who it is going down on his stepsister, but enjoying the game he asks, "Who is our friend who gives you such pleasure?"
She shrugs in response, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Sebastian reaches down and grabs a handful on long, glossy black hair and tugs her up. He smiles. "Why am I not surprised?"
It's Vivien of course, mouth red, raw and covered in girl cum. She greets him with a vaguely irritated, "Hey Val."
"Viv." He runs a finger over her wet lips then sucks it into his mouth.
She jerks out of his grip then goes back to her task. Kathryn sighs. "Sebastian is there something you wanted. I'm kind of in the middle of something."
"I thought you'd like to know I found out who it is who's been writing to Annette about me."
"Did you find this out, before or after your little orgy?"
"Before. Anyway, are you ready for this? It's Mrs. Caldwell."
Kathryn doesn't so much as raise an eyebrow. Caressing Vivien's hair she merely says, "Huh."
Sebastian studies her a beat then rolls his eyes. "You already knew, didn't you?"
She grins, forever the cat who got the canary. "Of course."
"When did you find out?"
"About an hour after I arrived here." She laughs tauntingly, "Haven't you figured it out yet brother dearest? I'm always two steps ahead of you."
Yes, you would think he'd know better by now. Pinching the bridge of his nose he sighs then asks, "Then I suppose you already know she and that daughter of hers are returning to the states."
Kathryn sits up, suddenly alert and interested. "Now that I didn't know."
"Hmm, yes, according to McConnel they're due next month."
"How interesting." He can already see the wheels turning in that devious little mind of hers as she takes this in. Relaxing back in her seat she flashes a seductive smile at him and purrs, "I trust you'll be more amenable to helping me with Cecile now?"
He nods, his gaze falling towards her bare breasts visible through her sheer gown. "Tell me when and where. I'll gladly pop that cherry."
Kathryn grins lazy and predatory as she runs a hand up his thigh to his groin. "That's my good boy," she praises. Squeezing his half hard dick she moans. "Did you have a good night?"
"Yes," he replies, voice more breathless than he would have liked. "It was most satisfactory."
"Then why are you still hard?"
Because I'm always hard around you.
"Like I told you before, I can keep it up all night. Just ask Vivien."
Kathryn doesn't acknowledge the girl pleasuring her, instead she stares longingly at his crotch now tenting his pants. Flashing a grin at him she murmurs, "I'd like to test that theory." Leaning forward she presses her mouth to his clothed cock and Sebastian just about dies. Swallowing a moan, he tries not to react but even through the expensive Italian cloth her mouth is impossibly hot and irresistible. She teases him for a bit then pulls back. "Hmm, after all that roughhousing with the boys, perhaps you need to explore somewhere more wet, tight…feminine."
Breathing hard he asks, "Have any ideas?"
"As a matter of fact…" Kathryn draws back from him then nods at Vivien.
Sebastian rolls his eye upwards. He should have known. Still, he wasn't about to turn down pussy. Especially when it's currently making a meal out of his stepsister's twat. With a put-upon sigh, he positions himself behind Viv and tugs her up by the waist so she's on her knees. Sebastian's gaze doesn't leave Kathryn's as he reaches into his back pocket for a condom (a parting gift from Blaine) and unzips. He pulls out his dick and gives it a few leisurely strokes. She smirks. "Quit bragging Valmont and get on with it."
Even though she's already wet, he makes a point of playing with Viv's pussy for a moment, draw out the sexual tension that much more. Sebastian's grateful for his earlier romp with Tuttle and the football stud, otherwise he might not trust his stamina at that moment. Suddenly he's reminded of his wager with Blaine and snickers.
"What is it?" Kathryn asks, suspicious.
"Nothing." He'll tell her later. After he wins both respective bets.
Sebastian teases his cock against the puffy lips of Vivien's sex before sinking down into the familiar depths of her pussy. She immediately pulls off Kathryn and releases a throaty moan. He slowly fucks her, making sure she gets all eight inches before pulling back. Kathryn watches curious for a moment before her libido (or ego) demands attention. She shoves the maids head back between her legs. "Don't neglect your duties Vivien," she chastises.
"Yes ma'am," she snickers, voice muffled by her thighs. If she's annoyed about being their sexual conduit for the evening she doesn't let on.
Viv resumes eating her out and although Sebastian can't see it, he can hear it. She's so wet. Fuck it's hot. Kathryn arches against the chair, her head tilted back and releases a whimper. Her hard little nipples are poking provocatively through her negligee. Sebastian would like nothing more than to reach out and touch her, but he knows he can't. The unwritten rules of the game state he can't touch her without permission. If he tries, she'll slap him away and laugh at his presumptuousness. Sebastian won't give her the satisfaction. Then again, there was nothing to say he couldn't entice her to break the rules…
SMACK
He slaps Viv on the ass hard getting his stepsister's attention. Kathryn jerks to attention, her gaze landing on his. Sebastian gives Vivien's luscious ass a rueful squeeze before he resumes fucking her in earnest. Hard, deep thrusts then send her careening into Kathryn's twat. She grabs a handful of the maid's glossy locks and begins rocking her hips against her mouth in time to his thrusts. They smirk at one another when they find a good rhythm.
"So, how was your night?" he asks conversationally, as if they were sitting at the breakfast table and not engaged in a quasi-threesome.
"If was fine, not nearly as productive as yours, however. Did you really fuck them both?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." He spanks Viv again and Kathryn gasps as if it was her. He grins. "How was the party? Did Ashcroft keep his hands to himself?"
"What do you think?"
"Poor Annette." Sebastian thinks this might benefit him in the long run. He's likely to not seem so bad compared to that geriatric leach.
"Rest assured I got her out of there before any permanent damage could be done…oh god Viv, right there…" She momentarily gets distracted by her own pleasure before picking the conversation back up. "We went swimming."
He didn't like the sound of that. "Oh?"
Kathryn's eyes spark with mischief as she reveals, "Yes. We went skinny dipping."
"You're lying."
"Am I? Ask her." The way she's smiling it's obvious for once she's on the level. Reaching behind herself she grabs on to the back of the chair and arch's thrusting her tits forward. "I must say I definitely underestimated that body of hers. Underneath those cheap, hideous clothes lurks a tight little body. Full tits, great ass, cue little cunny…" Kathryn runs a finger down the low cut of her negligee before slipping a hand inside. She rubs and tugs at her nipple while eye fucking him. Without realizing it, Sebastian has lost his rhythm and is fucking Viv harder. Oh shit, he's so close…
Which of course is exactly what she's after. Kathryn wants to make him come first. No fucking way.
Taking control of himself Sebastian resumes his leisurely thrusting then pulls off his shirt. He knows he's not the most buff guy but he's also aware Kathryn likes his chest—she confessed as much during one of her drunken binges. Sure enough her eyes momentarily glaze over as she watches him and her hand playing with her tit becomes rougher. "It's a shame I missed that," he tells her.
"Yes, I imagine if you hadn't blown off the party you could have joined us." She squeezes her whole breast as she bucks enticingly against Viv's mouth. "That could have been fun…the three of us…maybe we could have taken her on together…"
Oh, Jesus Christ…
Sebastian momentarily loses his rhythm once again, when suddenly he's hit with that image. The idea is so hot he has to think of Mrs. Caldwell's flappy twat in order to stop from embarrassing himself right then. Goddamn.
Kathryn, well aware of what nearly happened, giggles. "That might have been fun. I could have warmed her up with my mouth, get her nice and relaxed before you fill her to the brim." She moans, only slightly theatrically as she rocks against Viv's mouth. "Then, if you had any energy left I might have let you finally have me…just how you always wanted."
"Bound and gagged?" he growls, slamming into the maid harder.
"If you like," she purrs, "Though, I'd prefer handcuffed to the bedpost, your cum dripping from my face…"
"Fuck," he pants. This isn't fucking fair. He needs to get control of the situation. Trying to get the conversation off of the very vivid fantasy she's panting he asks, "So did anything actually happen between you two?"
Her taunting look dims somewhat as she replies, "Not yet."
"So, in other words you got her naked and couldn't even reach first base?" Sebastian clucks his tongue, "How pathetic. I expected better of you sis. What happened to the girl who seduced Philippa Heathcote into pulling a train on the Junior ski trip and turned that right-wing bible thumping nutjob Anna Scott into a full time rug muncher? Don't tell me you're losing your touch."
"I'm not losing anything," she snarls pointedly. "However, our little Dorothy isn't as simple minded as those idiots. This is going to take a delicate touch. Which is why coming at her like a horny bull in a China shop isn't working for you. You're going to scare her off."
"Then how come she agreed to go out with me tomorrow? We're seeing a matinee of Show Boat."
"Musical theater? Are you sure she doesn't think you're queer?" Kathryn laughs.
Rolling his eyes he tells her, "I guess we'll find out tomorrow. I'm taking her back to the townhouse afterwards for dinner. Just the two of us. I have La Piscine cued up on the Blu-ray player. A little light French erotica, a nice chardonnay, I'll have this in the bag by the end of the night. You better get the lube and handcuffs ready baby, because when I'm finished with her, you're next."
"Not if I get to her first"
"Give it up Merteuil"
"Never," she gasps and tugs at her nipple. "Oh god, Viv put a finger in my ass."
Sebastian snickers, "Better make it two."
Kathryn bites into her pouty lower lips and groans, "Shit, really shove it in, make me feel it."
Nice try bitch.
Grabbing Viv from around the waist he tugs her upwards and fucks her faster. Kneading her gorgeous tits, he nuzzles her neck and plays with her neglected clit. She's whimpering, bucking against him, demanding he make her cum. Pointedly ignoring his sister, he pounds into her harder until she's coming undone around him. Her tight pussy contracts around his cock threatening to send him over the edge, but Sebastian won't go so easily taken. Not before Kathryn. He fucks Viv through her orgasm, finally deigning to glance at his stepsister. She looks equally annoyed and turned on. He loves that look on her.
"She's so responsive," he murmurs. "I wonder if Annette is this responsive."
"I'll let you know."
He grins at her. "I don't care how tempting your twat is, there's no way you're winning this bet."
"Really?" Kathryn spreads her legs wide then holds herself open, pulling back the lips of her sex to show off the pretties, wettest little pussy he's ever seen. Fuck. "Would you say no to this?"
Vivien laughs. "She's got you there Valmont."
"Care to forfeit brother dear?"
Gazing intently as her cunt, he remarks, "Not a chance." Certainly not after seeing that.
Realizing he was close to the edge, he snaps out of it and gets back in the game. Brushing Viv's long hair aside he whispers just low enough for her to hear, "Make her cum and I'll buy you a Birkin"
She looks back at him and winks before crawling back between Kathryn's legs. Whatever she does makes his stepsister's eyes roll back into her head as she cries, "Oh fuck!"
Sebastian continues to shallowly fuck Vivien while he watches her eat his stepsister out with a renewed hunger. Kathryn seems to lose all concentration, her thighs quaking in need as she drops all pretense of looking enticing which of course just makes her look sexier. She bucks hard against her mouth and sobs incoherently. Sebastian begins pounding into Vivien harder, he can't take his eyes off his sister. He can tell she's trying her darndest to hold herself back but it's not working. Her glassy eyed gaze burns into his when she finally let's herself go. "Fuck, goddammit," she curses, jerking hard against the maid before her body goes completely rigid and her orgasm overtakes her. It must be said his dear Kathryn has an epic cum face. She's totally uninhibited, not the least bit ashamed, head tossed back, hair askew, a pretty pink flush covering her chest all the way to her cheeks. She clutches her own breast and grinds hard against Vivien's slurping mouth, as if she's trying to ring every ounce of pleasure she can.
Of course, Sebastian doesn't last long after that. He jackhammers into Vivien's snug little twat, his rhythm completely goes to shit as he mind is still lingering on the image forever burned into his brain of his stepsister's spread pussy. He's alert enough to realize he's seconds away from shooting his load into the condom and that's too unimaginative to be believed. Instead, he pulls out and yanks the rubber off. He jerks off quickly, only getting a few strokes in before coming all over the maid's delectable back side. His eyes never leave Kathryn's penetrating stare. Finally, when he has nothing left to give, he collapses onto the lounger. Panting with exhaustion like he just ran a marathon, he nuzzles his head against his sister's torso. Out of the corner of his eye he watches as she swipes a dollop of his cum from Viv's back and sucks it into her mouth. Gazing tauntingly at him she coos, "Yummy."
Sebastian cock twitches and he groans. "I honestly hate you."
She laughs and stretches. "But you love me more."
"Ugh"
Vivien pops her head up between them. "You know, you two really need to just fuck and get it over with already."
He snickers. "Preaching to the choir baby."
Those assholes.
Standing in the shadows just outside the billiards room, Annette watches with rising fury as the stepsiblings laugh and trade insults with their play toy for the evening. She had followed Kathryn down there and watched with rampant excitement as the two girls fooled around. When Sebastian showed up things got even more tawdry. Annette had ever intention of watching for a little while before retiring to her bedroom to get herself off. What she hadn't anticipated was finding out they had turned her into fuel for their twisted sexual relationship.
She's a fucking bet. Needless to say, she is no longer turned on.
Annette storms back to her bedroom, hands fisted at her sides while she replays their earlier conversation. How could she be so stupid. She knew they were toying with her, but to actually turn her virginity into a wager was a new low. It was embarrassing not to mention infuriating. When she thinks about how she was getting herself off to Kathryn earlier today…she could just die. You're a fucking moron Hargrove.
Well, not anymore. She was done playing the wholesome little innocent they use for their sick, twisted games. She was nobodies' toy least of all theirs. It was high time someone taught those two a lesson. Someone had to finally bring Kathryn and Sebastian down. Someone had to show they their games had consequences.
And Annette was just the girl to do it.