With Voyeuristic Intention

Chapter 15:

I Wanna Fuck!

"I hope you know this is all your fault."

"Excuse me?"

Sebastian's accusation has the desired effect as it gets his stepsister's attention off of her phone and back on him. Where it belongs. Turning in her seat Kathryn's big green eyes going even wider. She appears more bemused than angry. He wishes he could say the same.

"You know what you did," he spits petulantly, arms crossing his chest, as he gazes out at the passing scenery. He knows he's pouting but he doesn't care. This is his baby, they're talking about.

"I'm sorry, was I the one who was doing 80 in a forty-five and drove us into a ditch?"

"I would have seen the ditch if you hadn't distracted me!"

"Oh, distracted you how? By begging you to slow the fuck down?"

"No, I think it more had to do with your hand wrapped around my cock." As soon as the accusation leaves his mouth, he internally winces. Sebastian throws a quick look to their driver Bruce, but the older man shows no sign of listening or at least he doesn't show it. However, he clearly heard him. The town car is spacious but he's barely a foot away from them.

As a rule, he and Kathryn make it a point to keep their very special relationship as private as possible and not just because if his father found out he'd possibly cut him off for life. If it got out the pair were getting incestuous with one another, both of their respective reputations would be in the shitter. Even Sebastian, who has had his fair share of morally questionable hookups, would be shunned. People will forgive a lot if you're rich and hot but unfortunately sister fucker isn't one of them. Luckily, Bruce has been with them for years and Sebastian's gotta think he knows to keep his mouth shut.

Kathryn gaze also slides over to Bruce before shifting back to him. "I don't recall you complaining at the time."

She's not exactly wrong. They were driving back from the Hamptons and Sloan's party. Sebastian was cruising down Sunrise highway with Kathryn whispering all sorts of filthy things in his ear. So yes, maybe he did press a little harder on the accelerator than advised, but could you blame him? When she worked her hand inside his pants, he knew it was only going to lead to trouble. Sebastian was very particular about never messing around in his car. Leave it to Kathryn to seduce him into breaking the rules.

Ignoring her pointed comment he bitches, "Do you have any idea how long it's going to take to fix the fender? It's a vintage car! It's going to be out of commission for weeks and at the height of summer…"

Just thinking about it pisses him off further. Of course, this just amuses the bitch all the more. "Aw, poor Sebastian and his first world problems," she coos tauntingly.

"Eat a dick," he snaps.

"Speaking of which, I do believe we have a deal to settle." Kathryn slips a hand on to his thigh and flashes him her best deviant grin.

Sebastian admires her balls, but he's in no mood for her shit at the moment. Effortlessly slipping into bored, jaded asshole mode, he tosses her hand from his lap like she's some annoying, grabby freshman and drawls, "No thank you."

This might be the first time in the history of forever that a teenage boy is getting off from not getting a blow job. Just taking in the shocked look on his stepsister's face as he rejects her is better than any orgasm, she could give him. Probably. Well, it's a close second anyway.

"You're telling me you don't want your reward?" she asks, voice dripping with disbelief.

He shrugs, unbothered. "Let's just call it a wash. Seeing Sloan brought to her knees is more than enough compensation."

Sebastian keeps his gaze straight ahead and his expression one of disinterest while mentally he counts down in his head until her inevitable shit fit at getting rebuffed. Turns out Kathryn has other plans.

Out of the corner of his eyes he can see a brief flicker of amusement on her face, before being replaced with a more thoughtful expression. Kathryn scoots a little closer to him and he remains stiff and indifferent. Leaning in she asks in a rather conversational manner, "So, you don't want me to suck your cock then?"

Jesus. Sebastian's gaze briefly finds Bruce's in the rear-view mirror. "No," he tells her firmly, pointedly not looking at her.

She affects a little pout. "You don't want to feel me lick you…from tip to base…" He feels her slide her hand back on his thigh and he struggles not to react. "Hallow my cheeks, work you down my throat…"

"Kathryn," he hisses in warning, at last giving her his attention. She has that smile on her face like a mischievous child. He never could resist it. Her hand is on his cock now and of course he's already hard. Hell, he was stiff with just her hand on his thigh. Sadly, just the mere idea of his stepsister anywhere near his dickr gets him hard. "Stop it," he orders, but it sounds almost like a plea.

She blinks up at him with faux innocence. "What? I'm just making sure I understand. You don't even want to fuck my throat, just a little bit? You could make me choke on it."

"Fucking hell," he growls, trying not to push himself into her massaging hand.

"Am I distracting you now?" When he just glares at her she grins and whispers, "I really want you to cum in my mouth…"

Sebastian swallows a moan then shoots another pointed look at Bruce. This was ballsy even for her. He's seen her high as a kite and drunk off her ass and even then, she was smart enough not to start something in front of the help. Kathryn merely smiles. With her hand still massaging his dick she calls out in her perfect debutant purr, "Oh Bruce?"

"Yes Miss Kathryn?"

"Did my stepfather make you sign an NDA agreement prior to working for him?"

"Yes, of course Miss," he tells her, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "It's standard with all Valmont employees."

"I thought as much. Thank you."

She turns back to him, brow arched in challenge. Sebastian shakes his head. "You're insane."

"You haven't seen anything yet." With that deviant grin of hers she shifts off the seat and wedges herself between Sebastian and the back of Bruce's seat. It's a luxury automobile so there's plenty of room but it's a cramped position none the less. Sebastian gapes at her, astonished by her nerve as she reaches for him, unfastening his pants with a deftness of a well-practiced cocksucker. His gaze flickers once more to the rear-view mirror only to find Bruce ignoring them, while Kathryn removes him from his pants. His cock is red and drooling, so eager for this you would think he hadn't had sex in months and not mere hours ago. But this was Kathryn staring at his hard-on like a starving mutt. Kathryn. The same Kathryn who gave him an erecting at twelve and every year after that. Kathryn his adolescent obsession and Holy Grail.

She's still an almighty cunt though.

"Oh Sebastian, you're so big," she says with mock awe, sounding every bit like those dim wit debutantes he fucks with.

"I fucking hate you," he growls.

Kathryn just laughs before taking him in her well-practiced fist and sliding her mouth over his cock head. Sebastian grunts, trying to keep himself steady and not shoot off like a pimpled adolescent who's never had a suck job. With one hand working his length, her mouth suckles the tip, that wicked tongue of her tracing his piss hole. Slowly she sucks a little more, her cheeks hallowing as promised, her big eyes never leaving his. She works him back and forth, going a little farther on each forward lunge until somehow she's got almost seven inches of cock down her throat.

"Fuck," he says, breathy by quiet, still very aware that they have an audience.

Kathryn pulls back and he nearly sobs. But she replaces her mouth with her hand, slowly jerking him in her fist as she lifts him up then works her tongue down the underside of his cock. He gasps, his hips jumping when her tongue traces over a sensitive vein. "Oh fuck, right there," he pants.

She smirks tonguing him a little harder while her hands begin playing with his balls. Shit, she keeps this up and he'll come before things have barely gotten started. "Suck my balls," he orders her, his voice rough.

"Don't you like this?" he asks playing the part of the innocent. The bitch knows damn well what she is doing, and he isn't having it.

"Kathryn," he growls.

She laughs, the vibrations against his cock making him shudder, before dipping lower and sucking his balls. She teases one, then sucks the other then somehow gets both in her mouth before moving back to his cock.

From there what was a sensual blowjob, easily a top five even it wasn't Kathryn delivering it, turns into something much filthier and pornographic.

This time Kathryn wastes no time teasing him. She's sucking him like a mad woman, the most lewd sounds emanating from the same lips who purr sweet phony compliments to his aunt and Mrs. Caldwell. The same student body president, Marcia Brady on steroids clone is now swallowing him down whole, like it's her fucking job, her nose practically in his pubes. She holds herself there until she's gagging just slightly and oh Christ can she suck cock. Like Olympic level.

Sebastian's all out of sorts. His mouth is so dry it hurts to swallow. He's panting loudly, trying to hold off the orgasm that feels like it's barreling forward with all the power of a locomotive, while Kathryn's feasting on him like it's her last meal. Needing to gain a little control, he grabs a fistful of her chestnut locks, tugging her hair out of its perfectly styled bun. He jerks her backwards then thrusts his hips up. He doesn't gag her just yet, but he does fuck her face, at first leisurely, delighting in the luxurious sensation of her velvety warmth wrapped tight around him. Although Kathryn yields to him, she doesn't remain passive. She uses that wicked tongue of hers most efficiently and moans on every forward lunge. The vibrations of her throat along with that deviant stare of hers spur him on.

It doesn't take long for Sebastian leisurely throat fuck to become more aggressive. Soon he's shoving her down his length, gagging her until her eyes water and her head his hitting the back of Bruce's seat. Glug, glug, glug. Fuck, he can just imagine what they sound like. He vaguely wonders if the older man is getting off on it. Probably, he thinks, unconcerned.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cries out, his voice cracking in desperation. He's so close. God, he wants to cum on her face, but he doesn't want to deal with the inevitable aftermath of Kathryn's fury. Next time, he tells himself, because fuck yes, he's doing this again. He doesn't care if he has to take down ten Sloan Porter's to do it.

So instead, he fucks into her mouth, his gaze never leaving hers. And shit she's never been as beautiful to him as she is in that moment, her mouth stretched wide around his length, eyes wet, lipstick smeared. His perfect little slut. His love. His sister.

It should probably concern him more than it does that it's with that thought that he finally comes, shooting down her throat and filling her mouth to the brim. Sebastian releases his grip on her and Kathryn sags against the seat, his now soft cock slipping from her lips. There's an obscene string of cum and spit stretching from the tip of his cock to her mouth. Kathryn's tongue flicks out, catching it. Sebastian's cock jumps and he winces. She wipes at her red, well-used mouth. "Everything you hoped?" she asks, voice raw.

Recovering from the blow job of his life, he sinks back against his seat and tells her, "You're something else, sis."

She kisses the inside of his thigh. "I'm aware."

Getting up from her position on the floor, she sits herself on his lap. Cradling his head she draws him into a deep kiss, her tongue thrusting into his mouth. He can taste his cum and he kind of likes it. Sebastian suckles her tongue then releases her. Resting her head on his shoulder she asks, "Still mad?"

"Yes"

She grins. "Liar."

Meanwhile, back at the estate, Annette is getting quite the education on Sloan Porter.

While she is well aware Sloan isn't the wholesome college student she pretends to be, she really had no idea the full extent of her awfulness until she starts reading through social media posts on the Manchester Facebook group. As it turns out, lots of people had horror stories involving the confirmed animal lover. Most of them are not nearly as bad as what she allegedly did to Sebastian, but they are still pretty horrifying to read. Annette's starting to realize maybe Sebastian wasn't totally wrong when he said Sloan had her comeuppance coming to her.

Thinking back on how she behaved at the beach, Annette cringes. She definitely overreacted, screaming at him like that. It doesn't take a psych degree to decipher that her reaction likely had more to do with being freaked out about getting intimate with him. She hadn't even gone that far with Trevor and they had have been going out for nearly a year. The fact that she took that important step with a boy she knows is only using her is embarrassing. Even worse, she can't bring herself to regret it.

God, things were so much simpler back in Kansas.

And so much more boring, the Kathryn in her voice snarks.

Frustrated, Annette slams her laptop closed and gets out of bed. She's thinking of taking a bath when she hears a loud explosion, startling her. Going out on her balcony, she smiles when she sees fireworks lighting up the skies. Even sober she can appreciate how pretty they are. She's gazing up at the sky, lost in thought, when she notices a couple galivanting across the great lawn. At first, she thinks it's members of the gardening staff, then she catches a flash of white silk, and she remembers who else she saw wearing that recently. It's the stepsiblings.

Off celebrating their victory no doubt. But why were they traipsing through the dark? Surely, they didn't care about the fireworks show. Annette watches as they disappear down the hill, seemingly heading towards the gardens. Huh. What are they up to?

It doesn't matter, she tells herself. You need to stop engaging with them. They'll only get you in trouble.

But that's what you're looking for, isn't it Dorothy? Annette grimaces as that annoyingly familiar voice. A little fun, a little excitement. Something more than your mundane, empty existence.

"Get a grip Hargrove," she mutters aloud, forcing herself to go back inside. She paces, trying to focus on something else, anything else, but it's no use. Almost not of her own accord, she finds herself changing quickly out of her pajamas and into a pair of baby blue sweats and running shoes. Annette grabs her phone and races out of the bedroom.

Creeping out one of the back doors, she leaves the house, crosses the concrete terrace and follows the same route the stepsiblings took. It's pitch black out, but there's a full moon and the fireworks, which must be going off on some nearby property, so she has no trouble finding her way. But the more she walks, the more she realizes how completely stupid this is. What if they find her? How is she going to explain wandering out on the property by herself at two in the morning? Just wanted some nigh air guys!

Shit, this was stupid, this was so stupid. And yet she keeps walking.

When she eventually stumbles on them, it quite on accident. She gets distracted by another colorful burst of fireworks her gaze shooting to the sky momentarily. When she looks back, she nearly gasps, because they're right there, a mere twenty feet away. Panicking, Annette ducks behind some elaborate shrubbery, then slowly peeks around the edge of it. In reality she could probably stand right next to them, and they wouldn't notice her. They're a little busy at the moment.

Buoyed against one of the stone walls that surround the garden, the stepsiblings are furiously making out against it. Annette blinks in surprise. Of all the vulgar things she's seen them do to one another, it's weird that this is the first time she's seen them kiss. It feels oddly enough a lot more taboo.

Sebastian has his stepsister pinned to the wall, one hand braced on her ass while the other cups the back of her head, while Kathryn has one arm thrown around his neck (and is grasping a bottle of something) and one leg hitched around his waist. They're grinding against one another, grunting and groaning, completely lost in their illicit liaison.

When Sebastian begins kissing her neck, Kathryn takes a swig off her bottle. The lights from the fireworks overhead, bounce off her porcelain doll complexion, illuminating her expression. Her eyes look glassy, she's not sure if it's from the alcohol or lust, but she's smirking, sure and satisfied. Sebastian says something to her Annette can't hear, but it makes his sister laugh. She grabs him by the shirt and jerks his mouth back to hers for a brief kiss before shoving him back. He must hit something because he stumbles back landing on his ass. Kathryn tosses her head back and cackles.

"Fuck," he groans. "That hurt. Don't laugh at me."

"Or what?" She stands over him, takes another swig. "You're such a lightweight Valmont."

Even in the dark Annette can see his scowl as he sits up, grabs at her calf's and pulls her legs out from under her. Kathryn falls on her ass with a shriek. "Oww! You motherfucker."

She's on him in an instant. They tussle briefly before once again succumbing to their lust. The resume making out, this time with Kathryn on top. They're groping and grunting, with a kind of desperation Annette feels in her bones. She feels it somewhere else to.

When Sebastian tugs down the front of her dress almost violently Annette's own sex clenches with need. His mouth latches on to her bare breast and he suckles hungrily at her. Kathryn tosses back her head, releasing a cry. She clutches her brother to her as she rocks on top of him. "Fuck, bite it," she commands breathlessly.

He does as asked and she moans louder, grinds harder. Then suddenly, Sebastian releases her breast and abruptly flips them over so she's beneath him. He kisses her deeply, his hands grabbing at her hip and ass, arching her just so as he thrusts against her. Kathryn's withering underneath him, clutching his face. Sebastian reaches under her dress and begins tugging off her panties. Annette's breath catches in her throat, and anticipation gathers in her stomach about what she's about to witness. You would think she's the one who's about to get laid. To her surprise however, Kathryn shoves him back. "No, not happening."

Sebastian sits up on his hunches looking down at her aghast. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding? Besides, I'm not going to fuck you right where anyone can find us. Use your brain."

"You blew me in a car a foot from the driver and now you're concerned with modesty?" His eyes narrow and then he attacks her again, kissing her furiously before Kathryn once again pushes him away snapping, "Knock it off."

Sebastian leaps to his feet, furious, his body vibrating in anger. "Goddammit Kathryn, we had a deal!"

Unbothered by her stepbrother's outburst she coolly replies, "Yes, and you were more than compensated. In fact, I can still taste your compensation on the back of my throat."

Annette has no idea what that means of what they're referring to. She struggles to keep up with their rapid-fire argument. "You owe me! Now get your ass upstairs and let's finish this."

"I'm sorry do you have a piece of evidence you want to show me? You haven't won the bet yet Sebastian. You know the rules, you have to earn it."

"Oh, spare me your bullshit. I'm so sick of this crap. I know you want this as badly as I do" Looking upwards he bellows in frustration, "I wanna fuck!"

"And I don't," she replies with perfect icy indifference. They stare at one another for one long intense moment before Kathryn huffs, "Perhaps Vivien's still up. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to accommodate you."

He just glares before stalking up to her and grabbing her stiffly by the chin. "You're going to regret this, Kathryn."

Sebastian then releases her and storms off. Kathryn remains prone on the ground, her face tense, her jaw a hard line. Her small hands grab at the grass. By all outward appearances she appears pissed, but Annette suspects it's something more. The petite girl lunges to her feet, leaving the bottle of alcohol forgotten on the ground as she struts off in the opposite direction of her brother. As she passes by, Annette hides in the shadows. When she feels it's safe, she follows her at a good fifty or so feet away. She's moving so fast, her small hands fisted at her side as she walks with purpose. When they approach the house, Annette hangs back for a moment, afraid if she gets too close she'll notice. She watches as Kathryn enters the house then disappears into the first room on the left. It's not a bedroom, but another study. Annette knows because she spent the afternoon reading in there the other day. Knowing this and knowing that there's a rather large bay window on the side of the room, she doesn't follow inside the house but rather sneaks up to the window.

Yes, so apparently now she's an actual peeping tom. Princeton will love that.

Not letting herself get too bogged down in the morality of what she is doing, Annette watches with fervent interest as Kathryn slams the door shut behind her and leans against it. She's panting, practically shaking, her cheeks flushed. Pushing off the door, she flings herself down on the sofa. With shaky hands she rucks up her dress and buries her hand in her panties. Annette watches in fascination (and yes lust) as Kathryn masturbates furiously. For once the very elegant girl is looking anything but. Her legs are thrown open wide and leud, her hair askew as her hand works her over hard. She jerks her dress down, squeezing her own breast, the same one Sebastian feasted on earlier. She's mouthing something Annette can't hear but going by her lips she thinks it's "fuck me."

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Over and over again like some demented prayer.

When she comes, her face is twisted in a tight grimace, her hips lift, her body shudders before she collapses on the sofa. The funny thing is she's doesn't look the tiniest bit satisfied. Kathryn's hand balled in a fist, punches the side of the couch. She scowls and runs an aggravated hand through her hair as she eyes the ceiling.

Annette realizes then she was right about her earlier observation. Kathryn isn't angry, she's frustrated. Despite what she told her stepbrother, she very much wants this. The weird part was Annette realizes she's frustrated too. Even though she claims to despise them and everything they stand for, she's dying to see the stepsiblings finally cross that unholy threshold. Her curiosity demands nothing less.

Kathryn changes positions on the sofa, getting on her elbows and knees, her ass in the air, she slips her hand back in her panties. Annette never even thought to get herself off like that. She wonders how it would feel…

She's so lost in her head she doesn't pay attention to what she's doing and the stone she's balancing on, slips and she falls inelegantly against the window. Kathryn immediately startles, staring towards the window. Luckily, when Annette fell, she slipped downward. Acting fast she hides against the side of the house. She hears Kathryn approach the window. Holding her breathe she prays she doesn't hear her or open the window to examine further.

An eternity seems to pass until she finally hears a door open and shut. Annette chances a peak and realizes Kathryn must have left the room. Breathing a sigh of relief, she darts back to another entrance of the house and quietly sneaks in. Her heart is pounding, and she can feel a cool sweat on the back of her neck. She makes her way down empty corridors and heads to the main staircase.

"And where have you been young lady?"

Annette freezes at the sound of that familiar drawl and whips around to find Sebastian lingering at the threshold of the parlor, holding a glass of scotch. She's bizarrely relieved to find it's not Kathryn. She doesn't think she could face her after what she just watched.

Pulling a lie out of her ass she tells him, "I was just getting a midnight snack." Quick to change the subject she asks, "What about you. Just getting home?"

He nods, strolling up to her. His expression is bordering on brooding. "We ran into some car trouble on the way."

She's not sure if he's lying or not. "Is everything okay?"

"No," he practically growls. His gaze finds hers in the dark as he traps her against the stairs. "You still pissed at me?"

She shakes her head. "No, I…I think I might have overreacted a little. Sorry about that."

Sebastian flinches in surprise. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"You were right though. Sloan Porter is deranged and while I don't agree with your methods—"

Before she can get her thought out, Sebastian is grabbing her by the face and pulling her into an intense kiss. She's so surprised at first, she barely reacts. She can taste the alcohol on his breathe and something else. Or rather someone else. Annette wraps her arms around his neck and sinks deeper into the kiss. She can feel his cock, hard and throbbing against her thigh and she wonders if he's thinking about Kathryn right then. Maybe. Oddly she doesn't mind.

When he pulls back, he's panting lightly, his lips are red and swollen. "Sorry about that."

Annette just shakes her head in lieu of words. Her legs feel like jelly. "I should get to bed."

"Want any company?" he asks, roguish grin.

She offers a small, tolerant smile. "Goodnight Sebastian."

She starts up the stairs before she can be tempted into anything further. "Wait, Annette."

"Yeah?"

"You want to spend the day with me tomorrow?"

"Doing what?"

He shrugs. "We can go into the city. See a show or a museum. Whatever you like. Please?"

He almost seems like a little boy the way he asks. Annette answers without really thinking about it. "Sure, that sound nice. Goodnight."

"Night."

She races up the stairs, back to the safety of her bedroom, locking the door behind her. Her body is vibrating, her head swimming with everything she's seen in the last twenty minutes or so. She remains flush against her door, just as Kathryn had been. For some reason she laughs at that, laughs at the look on the snotty princess's face if she knew just how much they have in common.

Then her eyes fall to the bottom drawer of her dresser, and she darts over to it. Annette fishes out her confiscated vibrator and hops into bed. She shimmies out of her sweatpants and is about to get under the covers when she remembers something. She crawls onto all fours. Turning her toy on she slips it into her panties and as soon as the vibrating piece of plastic hits her swollen clit she collapses to her elbows and her body pulsates with pleasure.

"Oh my…"

It has been a long night and it looks like it's about to get even longer.

Kathryn wakes up horny. Which is severely annoying when her only source of relief is a trunk of battery-operated toys. Don't get her wrong, she loves her toy chest dearly. However, if she's being honest, it's not a substitute for the real thing. She needs flesh and blood. Warm hands, hard cock, wet tongue. She is looking for sustenance, not a snack.

Tossing the duvet off of her over heated body, she flops on her back thinking of the night before. Perhaps she had made a mistake turning her stepbrother down. Maybe she should have just fucked him and finally put an end to this unbearable tension between them. At least she could later claim she was drunk. It would have been a lie but a believable one.

This annoying thing going on between them has been manifesting since puberty. While Kathryn has indeed always been attracted to Sebastian, she recognized, even from an early age, the power she held in denying him what he (they) wanted most. It isn't a power she's in any rush to hand over, even if doing so would finally satiate her craving for him. The thing of it is, she's never really had any trouble rejecting him in the past. If anything, she gets off on it, teasing him, getting him all worked up only to laugh in his face. The rush she gets from these cocktease antics is much more satisfying than any orgasm he could hope to give her. Only lately, ever since they made that fucking bet and she moved into this house the tension between them has gotten much more intense. All the touching and dry humping and innuendo not to mention the possibility of her finally having to go through with it after all these years, has put her in a perpetual state of horniness. It's all making it harder to keep rebuffing his advances not to mention it's leaving her feeling out of control, which she hates.

And oh god she had his cock in her mouth. Laying in bed, licking her lips she can still taste him, the salty, earthy taste, the heavy weight against her tongue. Almost without realizing it her hand slips into her panties and she absently strums her pussy as she thinks about that blow job. Easily one of the highlights in her illustrious career. Fuck, if she hadn't refused him last night, she could be waking up right now sucking that beautiful cock. God, she loves giving morning blow jobs…

Ugh. This isn't helping. Kicking at the sheets in frustration, she yanks her hand out of her panties and runs it through her hair. This seriously isn't cutting it. She's sick of masturbating furiously like some undersexed adolescent. She needs the real thing.

Well obviously, she wasn't going to just go off and fuck him. She was serious about him having to earn her. However, that's not to say she can't go have a little fun with him. Besides, the way she sees it he owes her an orgasm.

Foregoing getting dressed, Kathryn slips into a matching cream-colored silk robe and heads to her stepbrother's room. Not bothering to knock she goes right in only to find the bedroom empty. She frows in disappointment until she hears the shower running. Grinning, Kathryn gets a delicious idea.

Slipping into the bathroom, desire pools in her belly when she gets a look at Sebastian in the glass encased shower. His back is towards her, displaying his tasty ass so he doesn't notice her at first. Kathryn quietly removes her nightie and opens the shower door. Her stepbrother spins around in surprise. He gawks at her a moment, in surprise or lust or both before slipping back into his indifferent asshole mode. "What the hell do you want?" he grouses.

"Good morning to you too," she chirps sliding past him into the shower.

Sebastian doesn't bother to mask his leering as he looks her over while she stands under the hot water. He stares blatantly at her wet tits before his gaze shifts back to her face and he asks, "What is this?"

"Mine was broken, you don't mind, do you?"

"And there are no other showers in this house?"

"None as nice as this one." She presses her hands to his chest and grins up at him tauntingly. "Still mad at me?"

Sebastian stares at her blankly a minute before breaking into a phony, tight grin. "Now what could you have possibly done to make me angry?"

She shrugs, "Got me."

He rolls his eyes and brushes past her to get under the spray. "As entertaining as this has been I'm in a hurry. I have to get ready for my date with Annette."

Her eyebrows raise at this. "Oh? Going anywhere interesting."

"Just into the city for the afternoon."

Kathryn presses herself up against him, resting her chin on his back. "Can I come along?"

"Not a chance," he tells her over his shoulder.

"Spoil sport." Rolling her eyes, she reaches for his Molton Brown body wash and pours some into hand. She runs it over her stepbrother's back and shoulders as she tells him suggestively, "I bet the three of us could have a lot of fun together." His body stiffens under her hands, and she grins. Slipping a hand lower she reaches for his half hard cock and strokes. "Don't you think?"

Sebastian grabs her wrist and tugs her away. "Something tells me she wouldn't be into it." He turns maneuvering her in front of him, their wet bodies rubbing up against each other briefly setting her skin on fire. The hot water pouring down on her does nothing to alleviate the tension in her body. Sebastian pours some body wash into his hand and begins massaging her shoulders with it. Kathryn nearly cries out in relief. "How'd you sleep last night sis?"

Distracted by his amazing hands working over one arm and then the other, she mutters, "It was fine."

"Really?" he asks, conversationally his hands sliding down her back, massaging her tight muscles. "Cause you feel so tense. Is that why you snuck into my shower this morning, hoping for a little relief?"

Kathryn braces herself against the shower wall as his warm, soapy hands slip lower, groping her ass. "Now why would I do that? It's not as if you've ever gotten me off before." Not directly anyway.

Sebastian's hand slides down the crack of her ass, rubbing her anus teasingly before moving between her legs. Pressed up against her, he whispers as he rubs her, "But I could and I'd make it absolutely delicious. It would be a point of pride."

Her breath hitches as his fingers tweak her clit before sliding down to her thighs. She feels him kneel down behind her. Please, please. She thinks she might give up her whole inheritance if he'd just put his mouth on her right now. He doesn't though, he just keeps massaging her body, working her thighs, first the right then the left, all the way down her legs. By the time he reaches her feet she's trembling with need. Sebastian taps her hip and orders, "Turn around."

On shaky legs she turns, half leaning against the shower. Sebastian works his way up the other side of her legs, pouring out more body wash as he does. Still kneeling, his mouth now at her cunt, he runs his hand over her making her whimper and her hips jump with need. He stares up at her, his lips twist in a knowing sneer. Sebastian studies her pussy and wets his lips. He knows of course what she wants, fuck he can smell it, but the sadistic son of a bitch won't give it to her.

Climbing to his feet, he continues on his journey, his hands making their way up her hips, her stomach to finally her chest. He takes a few minutes massaging and cleaning her breasts. By the time he moves up to her arms again, she is trembling, on the brink of orgasm. Kathryn turns, pressing her forehead against the stall wall. She can feel his cock against her ass and if he were to fuck her right then she wouldn't deny him. Hell, she'd probably beg for it.

Sebastian nudges his face against her neck and whispers, "There, all clean." She feels his hand slide off her hip and she grabs for it, forcing him back between her legs. Sebastian snickers, "Sis, I'm flattered, but I have more pressing obligations."

Taking his hand away he turns off the shower and exits leaving her standing there shaking, cold, humiliated and very turned on.

It doesn't take but a second for her fury to take over. Throwing open the shower door Kathryn snarls at him. "I don't give a fuck about your obligations. Get back in here and finish what you started."

Grabbing a towel, he casts a bemused look at her. "May I suggest the shower head. I hear it does wonders for girls in your…situation."

He struts out of there, leaving her seething. Kathryn charges after, wrapping a towel around herself on the way. "What the hells is your problem?" she snaps, standing in the doorway, dripping. In more ways than one. "Are you really in that much of a hurry to go play neutered boyfriend to Dorothy?"

Standing naked at the full-length mirror, Sebastian admires himself and drawls, "I warned you last night you'd regret rejecting me. Contrary to what you believe sis, I'm not your little puppet on a string you can pull on for amusement when you're bored. We're equals. You'd do well to remember that."

"Is that so?" she slowly struts up to him and reaches out for his cock, this hard and proudly bobbing in the air. She runs her fingers over the tip and his dick jerks. She snickers and asks tauntingly, "Then why when I pull your strings you do what I say, puppet?"

Quick as lightning, Sebastian slaps her hand away, then grabbing her by the neck, thrusts her up against the wall. Kathryn lets out a huff of surprise and mild pain when her head connects sharply with the wall. She opens her eyes to find him staring down at her in quiet fury. "Keep this up and I promise you I'll stop taking no for an answer."

She scoffs at this. "As if you'd have the balls."

He squeezes her neck a little tighter. "Try me. You pull another stunt like this Kathryn, and I won't hesitate to bend you over and fuck the ever loving shit out of you."

Sebastian releases her and begins to pace, still naked. Kathryn rubs her neck, watching him. Even more turned on then she was earlier. "I've made a decision," he announces. "We're accelerating the deadline of the bet. We have until midnight tonight to nail her."

Kathryn's eyes widen at the proclamation, and she pushes off the wall. "I never agreed to that."

"Of course you didn't, you're losing." It's true but of course she's not about to admit it.

"I'm not losing anything."

He grins. "Then you'll have no problem agreeing to these new terms."

She glares stonily at him. "Fine. Then what if neither of us fuck her?"

"Then neither of us collect a reward and as a bonus measure," Sebastian flashes a sinister grin, "You have to leave Annette alone. No more plotting to get rid of her, no more scheming. You let little Dorothy be."

Fucking hell. Kathryn rolls her eyes upwards. "Oh god, you are catching feeling for her."

"Please give me a little more credit than that. I could give a shit if she's hear or back at the farm. I just know how badly you want her gone. It's been a while sis, since I've seen anyone get under your skin like she has."

"Fuck off."

"Afraid?"

"You wish."

"In the interest of full disclosure, I should probably tell you that last night on the beach, before everything went down with Sloan, I fingered our little virgin to her first orgasm."

Shit. Kathryn wants to accuse him of lying but she knows he has no reason to. This is going to be harder than she thought. He's already miles ahead of her in this game. Wanting to even the playing field a little she tells him, "If you get to add an amendment to the wager so do I."

He shrugs, "Do your worst."

You asked for it fuckhead.

"If neither one of us fuck her by the end of the night, then I'll leave Annette alone, but that also means you don't get to fuck me. Ever. Not just that, no more touching, massaging or anything of the kind. In fact, if you behave in anyway that isn't strictly brotherly towards me, I'll rat you out to daddy. Understood?"

Sebastian loses the arrogance he's been wearing since she slipped into his shower, and he looks like he wants to object. Knowing he can't however he merely tells her tensely, "Fine, you're on."

She smirks, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Afraid?"

"Not at all. Truth of the matter is I'm starting to tire of our little dalliance."

"Is that so?" Kathryn pulls him forward, crushing her mouth to his. Despite his remarks, Sebastian kisses her back lushly and enthusiastically. When they break away, he's panting lightly, his puffy lips are even more swollen and pink than normal. Tired my ass, she thinks. "Best of luck brother dear."

Kathryn moves out of his arms and exits the room, still tasting him on her mouth. As she makes her way back to her own bedroom, she has one lingering thought on her mind: This time tomorrow things between them might become very different indeed.