With Voyeuristic Intention
Chapter 16:
It Makes Me So Horny
Annette gets her big idea first thing in the morning. Actually, she's not entirely sure she didn't dream it. But there she is, lying in bed, half-awake when it occurs to her, the perfect way to get back at Kathryn and Sebastian for turning her virginity into a sporting event. She's going to record the two of them having sex and stream it on the first day of classes.
Okay, yes. It's not totally original. It's basically exactly what they did to Sloan and yes, she did give Sebastian hell for doing it so technically it makes her a hypocrite, but the way she sees it, it's ultimately their karmic reward for all the nonsense they've put her through this summer. Sure, Sebastian might lose all his money and Kathryn with likely be turned into a social pariah, but she's only fighting fire with fire. They have it coming. So, yeah.
Of course, the biggest hiccup in all of this (besides her having to work up the nerve to go through with it) is that the stepsiblings haven't actually had sex yet. But, after what she witnessed last night, she's fairly certain they won't hold out for much longer, with or without the bet. Annette just has to make sure she's around with her camera when it happens.
Brimming with newfound energy and confidence, Annette happily dresses and gets ready for her day. It's not until she comes down to breakfast and joins Sebastian and Helen on the terrace that she remembers she agreed to spend the day with Sebastian in the city. On one hand, she wouldn't mind seeing more of New York but on the other, it would be counterintuitive to her plan seeing as she needs Sebastian to spend time with his sister and not her.
"Morning!" Sebastian greets her with his boyish grin, rising from his seat to hold out a chair for her.
"Good morning."
As she's sitting down he murmurs against her ear, "Did you sleep well?"
Annette startles and blushes recalling how she spent most of last night trying new positions with her vibrator. He couldn't know, could he? Realizing she's being paranoid, and Sebastian was likely just referencing that kiss they shared she replies, "Yes actually, I did."
"Sebastian tells me he's taking you into the city this afternoon," Helen says with her typical grandmotherly warmth. "What do you two have planned?"
Annette shrugs wondering if she should produce some kind of excuse. Before she can, Sebastian speaks up, "I thought we'd visit a couple of my favorite bookstores and you said you wanted to see The Frick, right? Then maybe we can have a picnic in Central Park."
Okay, that actually sounds pretty nice, she thinks. Leave it to the resident lothario to plan the perfect date. Apparently, Helen thinks so too because she smiles and winks at her. "That sounds like quite the romantic afternoon."
Oh god. Even Helen seems to be trying to pimp her out to him. Annette takes a big bite of her scrambled eggs and nods at him. Sebastian quirks a quizzical brow and seems like he wants to say something to her when Kathryn arrives. She's frowning at her phone.
"Good morning, dear," Helen greets her. "Is something the matter?"
"Oh, I'm just reading some of the social media reaction about Sloan. It's understandably brutal." Kathryn takes a seat beside her aunt and unfolds her napkin. "I take it you heard about what happened?"
Annette's rather surprised when the older woman's face falls and she nods gravely, "Oh yes, I was on the phone with Phyllis Porter, Sloan's aunt, early this morning. As you can imagine the family is beside themselves. I'm afraid this all came as quite a shock. She seemed like such a levelheaded, sensible kind of girl." Leaning in she whispers to her niece, "They're sending her away to some sort of clinic in Switzerland. Hopefully she'll get the help she desperately needs."
Annette shoots a side long look to Sebastian. He's smirking. Asshole.
Kathryn is much more subtle. Nodding she remarks, "That's good to hear. She's clearly deeply troubled. I only wish I'd seen it sooner."
"Well, I always knew she was completely out of her mind," Sebastian chipperly declares. "Am I the only one who remembers what she did to me in middle school?"
"Oh, good word," Helen exclaims, "Yes, I had completely forgotten about that! Well, I guess it all makes a kind of a sense, doesn't it? I mean it must take a very sick mind to do something like that and at such a young age." Tapping her nephew's hand she remarks, "And to think you saw through her before any of us. You always were such a clever boy Sebastian."
He offers up a phony smile to his aunt, who gets up to take a phone call. Kathryn rolls her eyes before turning her gaze on her. Annette shifts uncomfortably under her attention. "So, did I hear something about you two heading into the city?"
"Yes," Sebastian speaks up. "We're going to check out some bookstores. I'd invite you along, but I know you have a distaste for reading."
She half expects Kathryn to argue this or at least look offended. Instead, she just smiles indifferently at her stepbrother and says, "That's quite alright, I have some things I have to take care of around here. I just received the new Manchester class catalogue and—"
"The catalogue's out already?" Annette asks excited. She's been dying to see it ever since arriving, but even her father doesn't have access to it yet.
"Not yet, it's not due to be released until next weeks, but being student body president does have some perks. I got it early this morning. I plan to spend the day planning out my curriculum."
"I'd love to have a look at it," she tells her, trying to downplay her enthusiasm but failing miserably. She expects Kathryn knows how anxious she is to plan out her own schedule, which is why she's dangling it in front of her. She suspects her motives involve trying to sabotage her date with Sebastian. At the moment she doesn't really care about their ongoing chess game.
"I'm sure we could arrange that," she tells her with her typical haughty smirk, only she's not delivering it to her but rather Sebastian.
"Well, maybe I can stay home and we can do the city trip another time," she suggests.
Sebastian's eyes go wide in alarm. He looks like he's about to object when Kathryn speaks up, "Oh I don't think that's necessary. You two go, enjoy your afternoon. We can plan your curriculum tonight."
Annette is thrown by this, but Sebastian just stares at his stepsister like he's trying to figure out her next move. Kathryn expression remains a placid, impenetrable mask. Her gaze doesn't leave his. "Um, okay, that sounds like a plan," Annette remarks, looking back and forth between them. "We can meet up after we get back."
"Of course," she replies although neither one seems to be listening to her. They are too preoccupied staring intently at one another, like two cats getting ready to pounce. She's tempted to say something like, she's going shave her head and run naked across the lawn just to see if it breaks them out of their spell, but she keeps her mouth shut. Annette wonders if this new tension is on account of what happened last night in the garden or something else.
Suddenly, Kathryn rises out of her seat, having barely touched her breakfast and announces, "I have to make some phone calls. You two enjoy your date. Annette I'll talk to you later."
Sebastian stares after his sister as she departs, a beat longer than appropriate before turning back to her with his typical roguish grin. "I'm going to go get things ready. I'll meet you out front in twenty?"
Annette nods. "Yeah, sounds good."
He drops a kiss on her temple and heads into the house. Now sitting alone, Annette stares uninterestedly at her food. "You do know she plans on seducing you, right?"
She looks up to find Vivien standing beside her, cleaning up the leftover breakfast plates. Annette sighs. "I'm aware. Contrary to what you all seem to believe I'm not an idiot."
"So, are you going to do it?"
"Of course not," she huffs.
Vivien snorts. "Your loss. She's excellent with her mouth and her hand and—"
"I get the picture," Annette says. "You know I'm curious about something. Given the amount of people Kathryn…entertains, how is it she has such a squeaky-clean reputation? I mean somebody surely must have talked at some point, right?"
The maid sets the plates down with a thud and shoots her an incredulous look. "You're kidding right?" When Annette just stares at her nonplussed, she rolls her eyes and explains, "She makes all her lovers sign NDA's. No one would dare speak ill of Miss Merteuil unless they want to get sued by the most powerful lawyers on the east coast."
Annette supposes this should have been obvious. Then again, she can't picture even the most wealthy girl in Kansas using Non-Disclosure Agreements for anything let alone to hide their active sex life. "I suppose the only person who would be excluded from signing one would be her brother, right?"
Vivien shrugs as she cleans the table, "Yeah I guess."
"So why do you think they've never has sex?"
"Cause she gets off on holding it over his head and he's too afraid of losing all his money if he tries it."
"I think it's more than that."
Vivien levels a look at her. "Baby, I think you're reading too much into it. Those two are all about power games. That's it."
"So, you think they'll never go through with it?"
"Well that all depends on you."
With that she struts away back into the house. Annette quickly hops out of her seat and follows after. Tugging her aside she demands, "What are you talking about?"
Vivien appears vaguely irritated. "The bet," she explains.
"What about it?"
"Well, you didn't hear this from me, but apparently, they moved up the deadline—to tonight. They also added some amendments."
Annette looks around making sure no one was listening. "What do you mean?"
"If neither one of them nails you, Kathryn has to leave you alone. No more trying to fuck with you or get you sent back to Milwaukee—"
"Kansas City," she amends.
"Whatever. She can't touch you."
Annette smiles. This is actually great news. Not only will she not have to sleep with either of them, but she also gets the satisfaction of knowing they failed AND Kathryn will be unable to touch her. Her excitement must be written all over her face because Vivien quickly tells her, "I wouldn't get your hopes up however. Given the other amendment, I don't think Sebastian's going to give up without a fight."
"What is it?"
"If neither of them nails you, Kathryn can't fuck with you and she definitely won't fuck with Valmont."
"Huh?"
"She won't fuck him, blow him, or touch him in any way. They're going to forgo all their incesty urges and just be siblings. Yawn. As you can imagine, Sebastian very determined to win. So, as I said before weather or not those two asshole fuck is now entirely up to you." Giving her a once over she remarks, "Choose wisely blondie."
Vivien struts off leaving Annette to contemplate this latest development. Really is should be a no brainer. She'll stick to her morals, be the good girl she's destined to be and everything can go back to normal. She won't get involved with them, they won't be able to mess with her and as a bonus they can't engage in their unholy union. It's wins all around.
Only then she can't get her revenge and more importantly, she'll never get to watch them finally…
Fuck our brains out, the Kathryn who lives in her head chirps. Gee what a decision. Remain the boring proper virgin you've always been or get a front row seat to the hottest, most taboo fuck imaginable and have a little fun in the process.
Was she really willing to risk everything just to watch them fuck? That's insane, she tells herself. Not to mention the prospect of never getting revenge for all the shit they pulled on her this summer. Could she really just let that go? Annette realizes with dawning dread that she now has to decide between her moral fiber and the ultimate temptation.
And to think the day started off with such promise.
It starts out such a beautiful day.
They spend a couple hours visiting bookstores on the Upper West Side. They hit up the Strand and Shakespeare and Co before heading to some more of his favorite obscure haunts on the Lower East Side. After, they tour the Frick before ending the day with a picnic in Central Park. It's romantic as fuck if he does say so himself.
They're laid out on blanket overlooking the reservoir in a nice, secluded spot. Annette is reclining beside him laughing about how he mispronounced vadrouiller with their museum guide and how he insisted he was right until the very nice man threatened to ban them for life if he didn't shut up about it. She looks very fetching in her low-cut lavender dress, her hair in twin braids as she nibbles on a strawberry. She's teasing him but he strangely enough doesn't mind. This is easily Annette at her most appealing, easy going and giggly. Sebastian can see how someone could fall in love with her. Personally, he's too busy fantasizing about wrapping those braids around his fist while he fucks her sweet little face to consider it.
"You should have seen the look on your face when you were arguing with him. I think it's the first time I've ever seen you lose your infamous cool Mr. Valmont," she laughs.
"I wasn't arguing," he insists, sipping his prosecco, "I was trying to make the point that he was the one using the wrong pronunciation. I mean I spent four summers in France, my last name is Valmont I think I know what I'm talking about."
"You actually started to turn red!"
Sebastian narrows his gaze at her. "I'm glad you find it so amusing."
Annette flops on her stomach and studies him. "You know what your problem is? You take yourself way too seriously."
"Oh, do I?"
"Uh huh. You should really learn to lighten up."
He grins, his eyebrows raising suggestively. "And do you have any suggestions how I do that? Cause I have a few."
"That's not what I meant perv." She starts flicking olives at him.
Dogging the artillery he orders, "Stop it."
"Or what?"
Frowning, Sebastian lurches forward and begins tickling her into the blanket. Annette shrieks, trying to wiggle away. "Stop! Stop!"
"Or what?" he taunts her.
Annette grabs him by the neck and smashes her mouth against his. Instantly, their playful banter soon descends to lust. Sebastian quickly takes the lead, kissing her more aggressively as he guides her back down to the blanket. His hands slide down her body, one cupping her breast while the other finds int's way to her thigh. Annette whimpers under his ministrations. It's not until his hand makes it's way under her dress that she freaks out. She quickly shoves him off and sits up.
Panting he tells her, "I'm sorry about that."
"It's okay."
Sebastian considers her a beat before getting to his feet and proclaiming, "Actually no, I'm not sorry. I can't do this anymore."
"What's wrong?"
"I can't keep doing this Annette, this back and forth bullshit." He paces restlessly. "I can't keep my feelings bottled up anymore…seeing you every day…kissing you but not…"
"Sebastian, I don't—"
"I'm in love with you Annette!" he proclaims with all the theatrics of lovesick teenage boy. Honestly, it's a little nauseating. Sebastian usually only plays this card when absolutely necessary, but he's kinda under the gun at the moment and desperate. It's time to bring out the heavy artillery.
Unfortunately, it doesn't appear as if the enemy is particularly impressed with his efforts. It's not as if he expects Annette to throw herself into his arms and weep with joy, but he is hoping for something a little more than the nonplussed look she gives him and her one word response. "Oh."
"Oh?" he echoes back. "I tell you I love you and all you can say is, 'oh'? You know, believe it or not that's not a phrase I throw around lightly."
"Really? Cause from what I heard you use it as often as you do vowels. You promise the world to get women in bed with you. I haven't forgotten that."
Fucking Caldwell is going to pay for that one.
Affecting a look of hurt he proclaims, "Do you honestly think I could lie to you? Jesus Annette, I'm pouring my heart out to you and you're questioning me? No, I'm not just saying this to get laid. If that's all I was interested in trust me, I would have moved on long ago."
"I'm sorry Sebastian this is just a little overwhelming. I mean we barely know each other."
"How can you say that?" he asks. "I feel like you know me better than anyone. Nobody calls me on my shit like you do. Even now, you're doing it! God, Annette don't you see, you make me want to be a better man, someone good and worthy of you. My whole life has been a joke, I prided myself on taking joy in other's misery. I can't do that anymore. All I want is to be with you."
Annette blinks up at him, her pretty pout drawn in a thin line. "Sebastian I…don't know what to say. I-I have a boyfriend."
"Yeah, but you don't love him." He kneels down beside her, takes her hand. "Can you honestly say you feel nothing for me?"
"I have…feelings for you Sebastian, but you and I can only be friends."
He lets out an aggravated wail. "Why?"
Annette's eyes narrow in anger, "You really want to know why?"
"Yes!"
She jumps to her feet and exclaims, "Because I don't trust myself around you! I can't do this anymore." Annette begins gathering up her things, her movements shaky and frantic.
"What are you doing?"
"Leaving," she tells him shortly. "I'm heading back to the estate. I'll take the train."
He rolls his eyes. Now who's being dramatic? "Oh, come on, I'll drive you back."
"No," she snaps, shoving her bag over her shoulder. "I want to be alone."
Without saying anything else she storms off. "Annette!" he calls after her. "Can you please just…" he trails off when she doesn't stop. With an aggravated groan he sinks back down on the picnic blanket and stares up at the sky. That was definitely not how he saw this all going. She was supposed to fall into his arms after his proclamation and then he'd take her back to the townhouse where he'd make boring 'love' to her before heading back to the estate for his epic fuck fest with Kathryn. Instead, all he manages to do is drive her away. Shit. The clock is ticking. He has to turn this around somehow. Alas, at the moment he's all out of ideas.
Then, as if mocking his despair, the clouds begin to gather and darken above him. A moment later he begins to get pelted with rain. Sebastian groans in defeat. "Fucking wonderful."
There's nothing Kathryn loathes more than indecision. She's never been one of those girls who sits around moping about her problems. She leaves the brooding to idiots like Sebastian. If she wants something, she takes it. If she has a problem, she solves it. There's no need to complicate things with 'what if's' and second guessing.
And yet here she is, staring out the window at the pouring rain pondering how to solve the dilemma she's managed to get herself into. Ugh, it's so fucking cliché. The fact that her problem involves a boy is even more embarrassing. To add insult to injury that boy is Valmont. Talk about fucking tragic.
Now she's second guessing all her decisions which led her here: horny, bored out of her mind in stuck in some old country estate with nothing better to do than watch the rain, when she could be getting railed six ways to Sunday by a guy with muscles bigger than her thighs on a beach in Ibiza. But no, she agreed to that stupid bet and then cancelled on her trip to follow her idiot stepbrother to the fucking country with her only source of amusement a smart mouth virgin from the sticks.
The scary part? Kathryn is, seriously considering throwing the whole bet just so she can get laid. By Sebastian.
Look, it wasn't as if she wasn't ever going to sleep with him. All that teasing and edging, she knew eventually they'd inevitably do the deed. However, she was thinking something like graduation or Christmas break from college. Basically, as soon as they were no longer living under the same roof. Then she'd have a built-in excuse not to see him again afterwards just in case it's terrible or worse yet, so good she's tempted to make it a regular occurrence. That was the plan anyway.
Unfortunately, after the events of this summer that is looking like less and less of a possibility. Kathryn is so fucking horny she's starting to get the shakes and no amount of time with her vibrator or Dominic's super-sized cock is helping cure that. She wants Sebastian, but the only way she can have him and keep the upper hand is to let him win the bet. It would be the perfect excuse to finally give into him. Only she's not sure her pride will allow her to lose to him.
Goddammit why did she have to make that stupid amendment? At the time it felt like the perfect checkmate. It wasn't until she got back to her room did she realize how truly, epically she screwed herself. Now, the only way she can go to bed with him is if she lets him win. As a rule, Kathryn never loses anything. Losing to him would be almost as bad as asking him to fuck her. Ugh.
Kathryn is pulled from her musings when the parlor doors suddenly fly open and Annette appears. She's soaking wet, her pretty lavender dress clinging to her like a second skin. She looks a little like a drowned rat, but a cute one. Sitting up on the lounger she's draped across Kathryn smiles wryly at her appearance. "Wow, did you swim back from the city?"
"I might as well have," she grumbles, looking vaguely irritated by her presence as she flounces further into the room, grabbing a chenille throw and wrapping it around herself.
"Where's my lascivious brother?"
She shrugs, walking over to the fireplace, turning it on. "Probably back in the city."
This catches her attention. She sit's up trying to hide her glee. "Oh? Don't tell me trouble in paradise."
Annette casts a withering look in her direction. "Don't start with me Kathryn. I'm not in the mood."
Rising up from the sofa she slowly approaches, joining her at the mantle. "So, I take it you two had a fight. Let me guess, did you run into one of his many former bedmates? I'd get used to that if I were you. When you cover as much territory as he does, you're bound to run into some of the shrapnel from time to time."
Annette doesn't look amused. She stares back at her blankly for a beat before revealing, "He told me he's in love with me."
Kathryn has to stop herself from laughing. Desperate much, Valmont? She manages a wry, "Oh? I take it you didn't say in back."
"No, I told him I…" she trails off, looking up at her as if just realizing who she is confiding in. Shaking her head she mutters, "What am I doing?"
Annette brushes past her to take a seat on the couch. Kathryn rolls her eyes. Ugh, this is so annoying. Why can't this girl just grow a pair and say what she actually means? "God, please tell me you're not stupid enough to buy a word out of his mouth. If so, I'm going to be greatly disappointed."
"Oh please," she huffs with surprising sharpness. "Like you give a good goddamn. Like you're not happier than a pig in shit about all of this."
"Wow, look at you using all the naughty words!" she mocks. Strutting up to the bar she leans against it and admits, "I never claimed otherwise princess. I'm just curious if there's something worthwhile under all that self-righteous bullshit. Did you tell my darling brother to take a flying leap or what?"
She sits back in her seat, arms folded. "I told him I don't trust myself around him."
Kathryn snorts. If only blondie knew how much they had in common at that moment. She fixes herself a drink then takes a seat beside her on the sofa. "Temptation is a dangerous thing, isn't it?"
Annette gives her a sidelong look. "Please don't start."
"What?"
"I know what you're after."
"And what's that?"
She stares at her hard, her clear blue eyes wide in her heart shaped face. "I told you, I'm not interested in you like that."
"But you are curious, aren't you?" Kathryn sips her bourbon then sets it on the table before edging closer to her. "There's no shame in it, you know. And it doesn't have to mean anything."
Annette affects a derisive laugh, "God, you're so arrogant! You honestly think that I…I mean that I could possibly…"
Kathryn snickers. She's kind of cute when she's all flustered. She moves in closer, holding her stare and then places a deliberate hand on her knee. "Oh yes, I think you're positively dripping at the idea."
"You're disgusting!" Shoving her hand away she bolts out of her seat snarling, "As if I would ever even entertain the idea with you of all people. You're the single worst person I've ever met."
"Stop trying to flatter me."
Annette makes a sound of irritation and turns away.
Kathryn cocks an eyebrow at her theatrics before getting to her feet. "Yes, by all means run away. You know can storm out of every room in this house, but eventually you're going to have to face what you want. You can't hide from it forever."
"I'm not running from anything."
"Oh yeah?"
Kathryn grabs her by her wet dress and pulls her into a kiss. As expected, the blonde releases a surprised squeal. She's stiff against her at first but eventually, just as anticipated, she softens and is soon kissing her back. When Kathryn settles a hand at her waist and attempts to pull her in closer, she shoves her off.
Panting and wide-eyed Annette exclaims, "Stop! I don't want this."
"Then you should probably stop kissing me back, it sends a mixed message."
"Fuck you," she growls.
Kathryn rolls her eyes, "Oh for Christs sake, grow up would you. Stop being afraid of what you want! Get some balls—"
Little Dorothy then shocks the shit out of her, when she cups her cheek and crushes her mouth to hers. She kisses her with all the intensity of a sexually repressed spinster, which she supposes is what she is. Her mouth moves frantically against her own, it's a little sloppy but Kathryn's surprisingly into it. At the very least it's promising indication for the night to come.
Tugging her closer, she wraps an arm around the back of her neck and guides her back to the couch. Amazingly this doesn't freak her out. They make out on the sofa, with Kathryn taking the lead. When she slips her tongue into the blonde's mouth, she experimentally flicks her own against hers before becoming braver and bolder. Encouraged, Kathryn runs a hand from her waist to her breast. She's still soaking wet and her nipples are already hard. She's not sure if it's on account of the cold or her being turned on. Fuck, her tits are nice. Kathryn's almost jealous.
When she nudges her thigh between hers and grinds down slightly, Annette pulls back, whimpering. Her glassy eyed gaze finds hers. Kathryn shifts on top of her again and this time she feels her hips rise up to meet her. She grins. "That's a good girl."
"I think this works better if you don't talk," Annette tells her, finding her mouth again. This time her tongue slips into her mouth unprompted and it's Kathryn who whimpers with need. Hell, she's better at this than she would have thought.
Her earlier horniness returns with a vengeance and Kathryn finds herself becoming a little more aggressive. She fondles her tits and grinds into her a little more seeing friction to alleviate her own ache pulsing between her legs. When she feels Annette's hand settle on her ass, she knows she's not going to be able to settle for a little make out session. Not to mention this isn't exactly the ideal place to be doing this. Sebastian is bound to walk in that door any moment.
Breaking away from her mouth, she kisses and nibbles her way down her neck before finding her gaze. "Come to my room tonight," she murmurs.
Annette flinches. "For what?"
"What do you think?"
Fucking little Dorothy stupid won't be nearly as satisfying as fucking Sebastian, but it will do. She kisses her again, then grasping her hip she pushes against her at just the right angle. Annette cries out. "Say yes," she whispers between kisses.
She's panting now, her hand freely roaming over her sides, but still too shy to touch her breasts. Annette fumbles, breathless, "I-I have to think."
"Don't think," Kathryn orders slipping a hand up her dress. "Just do."
Words to live by.
"Where is she?"
"Well, good evening to you too, Mr. Valmont."
Sebastian rolls his eyes upwards, in no mood for the maid's smart-ass answers. It had been a long, dull trip back to the city.
"Vivien where is she?" he repeats with strained patients.
She pauses her dusting only long enough to give him a fake wide-eyed stare. "Who?" When he merely levels an irritated look at her she shrugs, "Someone's in a mood. Fine, she's in the east wing parlor." He gives a brisk nod and starts to walk away. Vivien calls out, "With your sister."
Sebastian stops and scowls. Fucking Kathryn. He hurries to the parlor, positive his darling sis is filling Annette's head with all kinds of bullshit. Great, so he's going to have to spend half the night deprogramming her. As he approaches the room his mouth opens to apologize only for it to snap shut a second later at what he finds. Kathryn definitely got to Annette first. In more ways than one.
To his great annoyance (and okay, sure maybe slight delight) he finds them going at it on the sofa. Luckily, everyone's still dressed, but Kathryn already has her hand on her tit and is working another hand under her skirt. Unlike when he tried it earlier, Annette's doesn't appear about to object. She's too busy getting handsy with his stepsister's ass while grinding against her. Their kissing furiously and making the most delicious noises and if Sebastian wasn't on a time crunch, he might have tried to figure a way to use this to his advantage—long range blackmail say. Unfortunately, that's not really in the cards. He doesn't even want Annette to know he found them as he suspects it will just make her more skittish.
Sebastian backs out of the room, waits a beat then calls out to the empty corridor, "That will be all Bruce. We shouldn't need the car for the rest of the night." Figuring that was enough of a warning for the girls to untangle he struts into the room, effecting a look of surprise at finding them there. Just as expected, they're now sitting as far apart on the couch as possible. Annette's eyes are wide, her mouth red and raw as she tugs at the bottom of her dress. Kathryn meanwhile is perched at the end of the sofa, her typical haughty smirk in place.
"There you are Sebastian, we were starting to worry," she drawls in a dulcet purr.
I'll bet.
"Not half as worried as I was," he says, his attention on Annette. "I really wish you hadn't taken off like that. I was frantic something had happened to you."
Annette is not impressed with his concern. Rolling her eyes, she gets to her feet telling him, "I'm a big girl Sebastian. I think I can handle getting home by myself. I got a train from Penn station and then had Marco pick me up. Aside from getting a little wet, I'm fine."
His gaze briefly shifts to Kathryn whose smirk deepens at that clearly unintentional pun. Sebastian swallows his own amusement and keeps up his pretense concern. "I'm really sorry about what I said. Can we talk? In private."
Her brows knit as she looks up at him, gnawing at her lower lip. "Um, maybe later. I really need a shower and to change out of these wet clothes. I'm sorry."
Without another word she brushes past him and hurries from the room like her ass in on fire. Sebastian watches her leave crestfallen. When he's sure she's long gone he lets his heartbroken façade fall, replacing it with an irritated roll of his eyes. "I'm so fucking over this high school bullshit," he grouses. "Pretending to give a shit is exhausting." He struts over to the bar to fix himself a drink.
"Well drink up brother dear, you're going to need it. Maybe it will take some of the sting out of your upcoming defeat," Kathryn touches up her lipstick, admiring herself in her compact. "By the way, how much did you see?"
"You rounding second, attempting to steal third," he drawls. "I have to admit I'm impressed. You'd be quite at home doing amateur lesbian porn."
"Amateur?" she scoffs. "I think not."
He grins around the rim of his glass. "I suppose I'd have to see how you wield a strap to make an official pronouncement."
"Dream on perv."
He blows her a kiss.
"And to think I have you to thank for it. Did you really tell her you love her?" She scoffs, "God are you a chump."
"How was I to know she'd freak out and run away! I thought girls love hearing that shit." He drops down onto the couch beside her and chugs his scotch. Tugging irritably at his tie he grumbles, "Maybe she is a dyke after all."
Kathryn stretches out along side him. "Or maybe I'm just that good."
Sebastian let's his eyes drag up her body clad in some low cut snakeskin dress. How appropriate. "I wouldn't count on it," he tells her dismissively. "Something else is going on with her, but I'm entirely too drained to care at the moment."
She moves closer to him on the sofa and runs her fingers through his hair. It feels good. "Poor Sebastian," she coos with mock pity. "Is that defeat I hear in your voice?"
He turns and looks at her with a tight smile. "Not a chance. I just need to reload a minute before I go charging back into battle. I do know one thing though. After I finally pull this off, I'm going to expose little miss seventeen magazine for the supreme hypocrite she is."
Kathryn eyes light up at this. "Oh?"
"It's one thing to act like a prude and proclaim loud and proud to anyone who will listen about your insane morals, but to then flop on your back for the first slag, no offense, who offers to tongue you down, is quite another. Little Dorothy is in for one hell of a wake-up call."
His stepsister straddles his leg, her arms coming to rest around his neck. "Tell me more," she demands. "What do you have in mind?"
He shrugs, his mind wandering to different scenarios. "I could record us and broadcast it the first day of school or perhaps put it up on OnlyFans, make people pay for the right to see the headmaster's daughter getting the virginity fucked out of her."
"You could make a small fortune. Imagine how absolutely devastated she'd be." Kathryn's grip on the back of his neck tightens and he notices she's begun to grind against his thigh. He swallows thickly. Even through the expensive fabric of his Italian slacks, he can still feel the heat from her cunt. Not to mention the wetness.
"Are you getting off on this?"
"Maybe," she pants. "I want more."
She's such a sick, fucked-up bitch. God, he loves her.
Settling his hand on her waist he goes on, "Perhaps we could invite Seventeen to do a follow up profile on her, maybe have some kind of lecture at school about the merits of teen abstinence. Then, oops! I accidentally broadcast the video of her learning to suck cock. In front of God, the press and daddy."
"Total humiliation," Kathryn agrees.
"She'd never trust another man again. Probably run home and join the convent. Kind of like Mary what's her name. Remember her?" She nods, her hand now sliding down his chest to his zipper. "Such a sweet girl! Well aside from the rampant homophobia and constant sermonizing."
"She actually thought she could blackmail me," Kathryn muses, working his pants open.
"Yes, she turned out to be quite the little cum guzzler, well with proper training from yours truly. She was so in love with me, willing to do anything to make me happy, even take on those two line backers and let me tape it. God she was so mad when she discovered I recorded all our encounters and made her into a porn star. Mary Magdalene Cox. I'm still receiving residuals from that."
She lets out a throaty chuckle as she slips her hand into his pants. "You're a twisted, ruthless asshole Valmont," she breathes against his neck. "It makes me so horny."
Sebastian releases a gasp when he feels her warm little fist wrap around his cock and stroke. His grip on her waist tightens and he turns his head, his mouth brushing up against her. He is used to their foreplay being cloaked in casual cruelty, but this is something else. "Two of a kind sis," he murmurs before kissing her.
She gives into him briefly before pulling back and breathlessly demanding, "More."
He rubs a finger over her nipple and squeezes. "You want more? Sarah Frost, remember her?"
"Of fuck," Kathryn groans, working her hips harder, as her hand speeds up on his cock. "That transfer student, the actress who thought she was too good for everyone."
"But not too good to fuck her married manager. Talk about a career ender not to mention all the publicity from the trial." He groans when she adds a little twist, her fingers tracing the thick vein on the underside. "Did I ever tell you I made her fuck me afterwards?"
She's nibbling his neck now and she answers him with a warm chuckle. "Perverted freak."
"Yeah," he laughs, "She said the same when I threatened to testify that she was spreading for everyone at school. Fuck, she dropped to her knees before you could say character witness. I made her take it up the ass too. I hear she's doing dinner theater in Utah these days."
Kathryn laughs harder, before kissing him again. They fall into this dirty rhythm, all grinding and panting and jerking. Her hand works him over harder as he slips a hand up the back of her dress and palms her ass which her panties are barely covering. When he strokes against her crack and teases her asshole, she grinds harder, faster. His dialogue of all the fucked-up shit he's done falls away as he loses himself to whatever this is. It doesn't take long for his balls to draw up signaling his incoming orgasm. Sebastian realizes he's going to jizz in his pants, and he can't find it in him to care. He squeezes his stepsister's ass harder as she rocks faster, everything builds. Sebastian feels almost dizzy from it.
Kathryn buries her face in his shoulder. When he feels her shudder and cry out against him, he follows after, erupting all over her hand and his Calvin Klein briefs. "God damn," he breathes.
Sebastian's hold on her relaxes and Kathryn sags against him with a content little sigh. She removes her hand from his pants. Her fingers gleam with cum. She sucks them clean eyeing him the whole time. He winces when his sensitive cock twitches in response. "You're fucking demented, I hope you know that."
"You love it."
"Never said I didn't."
She sucks the rest of her fingers clean then kisses him, massaging her cum covered tongue against his own. They kiss languid and lazy for a few moments before she pulls back and nuzzles against him. "I'm going to miss this after tomorrow."
"Chin up, maybe I'll win."
Kathryn snorts. "I highly doubt it. You're all talk."
"We'll see. The night is still young." And after that he has no intention of going down without a fight. Sebastian removes his stepsister from his lap and gets to his feet.
"Where are you going?" she pouts.
"To take a shower, change my pants and then I have a bet to win."
"You have five hours," she reminds him incredulously.
"Babe, I'm Sebastian fucking Valmont. I can do a lot in that time." Dropping a kiss on her cheek he grins. "Thanks for the reminder."
"What are you doing here?"
Annette emerges from the water to find Sebastian on the other side of the pool. She blinks in surprise. She's been swimming laps for a while now and she never even heard him enter the pool. He swims over to her, his mouth twisted in that familiar smug grin. "You know why I'm here," he answers her.
She's been trying to avoid him all night, hiding in her room. However, all that pent up restlessness was starting to get to her so she decided swimming some laps might help. She should have known he'd find her.
"Look, Sebastian I need some space to think."
Annette tries to swim past only to have him, grab her by the arm and haul her against him. She blinks up at him in surprise. "I told you I—"
"I don't care," Sebastian tells her. "I know you want this. Stop running away from me."
Before she can object, he lunges forward and captures her mouth in a searing kiss. Annette's hands fist at his chest, but her efforts to fight him off are half-hearted at best. Despite her brain screaming at her not to do this, she finds herself giving in and kissing him back just as enthusiastically. Sebastian's hand slides down to her waist and he lifts her a little, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him as he guides them back against the pool wall. He trails kisses down her neck, tugging her bathing suit strap down along the way.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she pants, unable to focus on anything but his mouth and hands on her. Sebastian squeezes her bare breast then suckles her nipple hard. "Oh god!"
"But you want it, don't you?" he asks. "No one has to know."
"I-I can't trust you."
To her surprise he doesn't shovel his normal bullshit but instead grins at her and says, "You can't, but do you really care?"
He's kissing her again before she can properly object, but she's not sure she wants to. Sebastian pulls the rest of her suit off, flinging it at one of the deck chairs, then he lifts her again, cradling her thighs. He slips a hand down her body and fingers her pussy. "Stop being afraid of what you want," he admonishes her quietly reminding her of Kathryn earlier words. She wonders if she told him about it. Maybe that's why he said it. Trying to guilt her.
Before she can ruminate on the matter, Sebastian's tugging his bathing suit off and suddenly she realizes this is really going to happen. He's going to fuck her and she's going to let him.
Annette watches as his cock bobs in the water, hard and red and bigger than she remembers. He grabs a condom, seemingly from out of nowhere and then he's kissing her again. She's distracted enough she doesn't notice when he pushes inside her. It doesn't hurt like she always thought it would, just a pleasant stretching sensation. Sebastian slowly saws back and forth within her as she clings to him. What starts easy and gentle soon becomes rougher as he slams inside her. It feels good, too good.
"S-Sebastian maybe we shouldn't do this," she protests.
He smiles, showing his teeth. He looks sadistic, like he's enjoying this. "Too late," he pants in her ear. "I'm already inside. I'm going to pump this pussy wide open."
Annette stops any further objections when he starts rubbing at her clit. Then in a flash he's flipping them, so she's on top. He squeezes her ass and orders, "Ride me."
"I-I don't…"
She doesn't know what to do, or she shouldn't, but somehow she does. Annette begins using her thighs to raise and lower herself on him. Smirking as she gets the hang of it, she grabs him by the neck and crushes his mouth to hers.
Annette's finally letting herself go when she feels someone, press up behind her. A female someone, by the feel of the mounds pressing into her back. "Well look at that," Kathryn purrs against her ear, "You started without me."
She whips around to find Kathryn's grinning face inches from her own. "Kathryn I—"
"Sis, I don't recall you being invited," Sebastian snaps with irritation.
"Oh, that's not true, Annette invited me. Didn't you?"
Before Annette can form some kind of answer, Kathryn's pulling her into a kiss. Despite the fact that Sebastian is right there (and inside of her) Annette finds herself kissing her back. Kathryn's cradling her face and kissing her deep and she nearly forgets Sebastian is even there (or inside of her) until he clears his throat. Kathryn pulls back and grins at her stepbrother utterly unrepentant.
"I should have known," he huffs with indignation.
"Aw, brother dear are you feeling neglected?" she coos condescendingly. Kathryn moves away from Annette and slides up to her stepbrother. Clutching his cheek, she leans in and kisses him. Annette's jaw slacks as she watches them make-out right in front of her.
When they pull back they're both wearing the same self-satisfied expression. Sebastian gazes over at her and taking in her surprised face says, "Oh come on, you're not really surprised, are you?"
Annette just shakes her head as she watches him tug the strings of his stepsister's bikini top off. The flimsy fabric falls away exposing her breasts. Sebastian wastes no time palming them as he kisses her neck. Kathryn tilts her head back and moans. Watching them Annette finds herself getting increasingly turned on. With her hand still gripping Sebastian's shoulder, she starts fucking him once again. Not that he seems to notice. He's too busy worshipping his stepsister's boobs.
It's Kathryn who finally acknowledges her, eyes glassy like she's drunk, a wry smile on her lips. "So, Dorothy, you want to watch or are you ready to join us?"
She opens her mouth to respond and then…
Annette wakes with a start.
Popping up right she stares wide eyed and realizes she's not only alone, she's in her bedroom. And she's dressed. And nobody is inside of her.
Shit, it was a dream. A very lucid dream.
Sinking back into the bed, she stares wide eyed at the clock beside her. It's five after eleven, she must have dozed off after her shower. God, this is so embarrassing. It was so real.
She's still turned on. Like her pussy actually feels sore. Annette reaches into her pajama bottoms and touches her tender cunt. She's wet, so wet in fact it's on her thighs. Hell.
Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, she tries to make sense of her dream before she forgets it. Although something tells her she won't be forgetting this one anytime soon, Annette has a realization of sorts.
This pandora's box she opened when she arrived here, the one Sebastian and Kathryn helped create, it's not going to shut anytime soon. Not until she does something about it anyway. Annette has always been a proactive girl. She doesn't sit around and whine about her problems or run from them. She faces them head on. So, with that thought, she knows what she has to do.
Annette is going to have sex tonight.