With Voyeuristic Intention

Chapter 17:

I Assume You've Come Here to Make Arrangements

Annette never intended to be the poster girl for teenage abstinence. It's not like that was the goal. But like everything in life, it just kind of happened.

She doesn't remember growing up with any solid ideas on the matter. Like a lot of people, she learned about sex from an awkward conversation with her mother, with the gaps (which were sizeable) later filled in by movies, TV and friends. Annette had the same natural curiosities about it as everyone else. She remembers watching a dirty movie at a sleepover when she eleven and giggling about it with her girlfriends. But it always seemed like such a far away thing, something a part of the grown-up world that she wasn't yet privy too. By the time her peers started experimenting in junior high and high school, Annette had long abandoned any curiosities towards sex. It just seemed like a needless distraction. There were more important things to concentrate on. So, she did.

Her decision to remain a virgin can be traced back to three things:

Junior year her best friend Emma got pregnant. She lost her virginity to her football player boyfriend after homecoming and a month later she discovered she was knocked up. Annette had a front row seat to the horror show. Poor Emma having to tell her parents, her boyfriend and inevitably having to tell everyone. It was excruciating. Of course, because Emma was raised Catholic there was no choice but to have it. Her boyfriend seemingly dumped her and wanted to have nothing to do with any of it. Emma ended up dropping out of school and moving away to stay with family in Seattle. The whole incident was enough to reaffirm her desire to wait.

Then there's her parents. Annette has always had a very tight relationship with them (baring recent events) and idolized their relationship. Her parents had been high school sweethearts and her mother once confided her father had been her first. She had always stressed the importance of waiting until she was in love. Sex was meant to be special and valued. They helped instill these beliefs in her and she had adopted them as her own because she wanted to make them proud.

Lastly and in some ways most importantly, Annette had just never felt real desire towards anyone. She went on occasional dates, made-out a little but never had any urge to go further. Some of her peer's thoughts this was weird, she got called a priss on more than one occasion. Then she met Trevor. Trevor who was sweet and patient and never pushed. When she told him about wanting to wait, he encouraged her.

After the incident with Emma, her beliefs had solidified and her editor at the school paper suggested she write about it, so she did. She liked it so much she suggested sending it in to Seventeen. Annette had been embarrassed at first, but after realizing what something like that could look like on a college application, she was all for it. She was surprised by the reception it received. She expected to be ridiculed, instead she was emphatically praised. It wasn't until she was in New York, and she met Sebastian Valmont did someone call her out on it, her secret fear. She might just be full of shit.

Indeed who was she to criticize something she's never experienced? Up until meeting Sebastian and Kathryn she never had any impulse to have sex. So, was it really so brave and virtuous of her to claim she was waiting? It was like someone who hated the taste of meat deciding to give it up and claiming it's on account of animal suffering. You just don't like the taste, your noble intentions are just an off shoot. In the back of her head, she wondered if the same was true with her and sex. If this summer has proved anything it's that maybe she doesn't know herself as well as she thought she did.

Because despite her parents, Emma and her so-called beliefs, Annette is going to have sex that night. And while yes, it is partially out of the need to bring about Kathryn and Sebastian's downfall, it's mostly because she wants to. For the first time in her life, Annette is totally letting herself be led by her desires and there is something all at once terrifying and freeing about that.

The question is, now that she decided to go through with it, who's it going to be with? Sitting down at her vanity, she runs a brush through her hair and considers her options. Sebastian is the obvious choice she supposes, as outside of Kathryn, she's never been attracted to girls. However, despite the fact that she actually hates her, she is very much attracted to Kathryn. The few instances Annette's been physical with her have been exciting. Then again, so have her dalliances with Sebastian. In all honesty, she's probably equally attracted to both of them.

So now what?

A abrupt knock on her door pulls her from her thoughts. "Come in," she calls out, turning in her seat. It's Sebastian. He enters the room wordlessly, looking solemn. "Hi," Annette greets him quietly.

"I just came to say goodbye."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know. Back to the city. I may go to the South of France for the end of the summer." His flat tone becomes accusatory as he adds, "I just can't take your games anymore."

Well, that's rich.

Rising up from her seat she asks, "What games?"

"Oh, come off it. You're hot one minute you're cold the next. You make me feel inadequate."

"Well, I guess if that's how I'm making you feel, then it's best you you're leaving."

"Good for you," he mildly replies before turning away and heading for the door.

Annette knows damn well he's bluffing. He's not going anywhere, but for whatever reasons she's intrigued enough by this latest game to play along. "Sebastian. I don't want us to part on bad terms."

"Well, I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter," he huffily responds, turning back to her. "You're a hypocrite and I don't associate with hypocrites."

Seriously, it's shocking he's not getting struck down by lightening as he speaks.

"How am I a hypocrite?"

"Oh please, Annette. You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well, here it is, right in front of you and you're going to turn your back on it. So, I guess we're just fucked. I'll move on but you are going to have to spend the rest of your life knowing that you've turned your back on love. And that makes you a hypocrite. Have a nice life."

It's a patently ridiculous speech. One that nobody with a working brain would ever fall for and yet Annette decides in that moment that she's choosing Sebastian. After that speech she realizes just how much Valmont underestimates her. Kathryn would never be so insulting as to think she'd be gullible to fall for a load like that. She's confident now she can manipulate him easier than she can Kathryn, so why not? Besides, she's running out of time.

"Wait."

Sebastian slowly turns around. His expression is void of emotion as she comes to stand in front of him. Annette slips a hand behind him and locks the door, using the old-fashioned key. Sebastian doesn't make a move just stares at her with those shark-like eyes of his, until Annette reaches for him, drawing him into a kiss.

Suddenly his cold indifference falls away, replaced by horny enthusiasm. He kisses her back, hand threaded through her hair as they make their way back to the bed. Annette can't tell if he's leading her or she's leading him. In the end it doesn't matter. He's groping her, his hands are warm and eager through the satin material of her pajamas. By the time they reach the bed, she's already working his pants open. Her hands shake slightly out of nerves, but she manages to do it without embarrassing herself.

Breaking away from him, she sit's back on the bed and unbuttons her pajama shirt, leaving little question what's she's after. Sebastian stares at her open mouthed, eyes glassy with lust. Annette swallows hard. Here we go.

"Are you sure?"

Sebastian doesn't really care, but it seems like the thing to say in this situation. He's seen enough teen dramas and he knows Annette wants hearts and flowers. He can pretend to be that guy if it gets him what he wants. Fuck, he's made a reputation out of it.

"Yeah, I'm sure," comes her quiet reply.

He nods then slowly climbs on the bed beside her, his mouth finding hers. Cupping her face, he draws Annette down to the bed. They make out for a minute before Sebastian lets himself explore some uncharted territory. He kisses down her neck, to her collarbones then pulls back. Gently he opens her shirt farther, revealing her breasts. Fuck, they're nice. Full and lush, capped with the sweetest pink nipples already hard with excitement. Sebastian molds a hand around one, letting his thumb circle her areola. He then puts his mouth back on her, kissing his way to her tits. By the time his lips wrap around her nipple, Annette's breathing has become labored as she squirms underneath him.

Yeah, she's ready alright.

As he worships her breasts, Sebastian marvels at how he got here. Honestly, showing up as he did was really a hail Mary pass. He had tried her earlier only to find her sleeping so he was surprised when he returned to find her wide awake. And that speech? Easily one of the worst of his illustrious career! I mean turn your back on love? Christ. Thank God, Kathryn hadn't been around to hear it or else he would never live it down. But miraculously it seemed to do the trick. Either Annette is a lot more gullible than he thought or she really did love him. Whatever, at long as he gets laid.

Annette is making these little purring noises as he suckles her tits and it's making his cock throb with inpatients. Sebastian pulls off her breasts then sinks down on his knees. He removes her pajama bottoms and underwear. Annette attempts to close her legs in embarrassment, but he holds her open, examining her pretty pink pussy and blond bush. Unsurprisingly, she's exquisite. He runs a thumb up her slit, smirking when he feels how wet she already is. Annette's hips jump at his touch. Sebastian looks up, meeting her wide-eyed gaze, filled with excitement and a little fear. Just sit back and relax baby, this is the fun part.

Grasping her hips, he tugs her closer to the edge of the bed so his mouth is hovering over her. As he moves in Annette startles, "Sebastian, maybe we should just…um, I mean, you don't have to—"

"Relax," he assures her flashing a grin, "You'll like this. You trust me, don't you?"

He doesn't miss the hesitation in her expression before she stutters out an unconvincing, "Y-Yes, of course."

Liar, liar.

Unbothered, Sebastian continues on his task. He spreads the lips of her sex apart and flicks his tongue over her. She tastes like warm bathwater and girl. Perfect. Annette's hips jump again, and she whimpers. He wraps an arm around her thigh, effectively holding her open and resumes exploring her. Sebastian is gentler than he normally is with more experienced girls, taking delight it drawing out each mewl of pleasure. He pushes his tongue inside her, feeling her hymen. Briefly he considers using his fingers to breach her, but realizes he needs her relaxed. And distracted.

Instead, he busies himself, drawing circles around her clit before gently flicking his tongue over the swollen bud. Annette is squirming under his ministrations. He looks up to find her head tossed back and her eyes closed in pleasure. With his mouth keeping her occupied, Sebastian reaches into his pants pocket and removes the tiny camera, no bigger than an inch and a half. Keeping an eye on her, he quietly sets the camera on the night side table, hidden between the rotary phone and the flower arrangement. He'll have to wait until later to check the camera angle.

Sebastian has his lips wrapped around her sensitive bundle of nerves and he's suckling it. He looks up to find Annette a hand buried in her hair as she arches her back, clearly getting ready to climax. When she calls out his name and he feels her flesh pulse under his mouth, he reaches down and squeezes his throbbing cock through his pants.

She cums with the cutest little cry, those luscious thighs of hers pressed against his head as she shudders underneath him. Sebastian continues to lick her. He knows she's sensitive, but he's tempted to ring one more orgasm out of her before he takes her. However, glancing at the clock he knows he doesn't have time. Afterwards, he tells himself.

When Annette comes back down from her high, her gaze finds his, her wide blue eyes are hazy, and her face flushed from orgasm. She's lovely. Sebastian licks the taste of her off his lips. "I told you, you'd like that," he murmurs.

"Always so smug," she teases.

"Any reason I shouldn't be?"

"I can't think of one."

Sebastian laughs and gets to his feet. "I'll be right back."

Annette sits up a little, panic flashing in her face. "Where are you going?"

"Um, this is a little embarrassing. I didn't bring anything. Protection wise. I wasn't exactly expecting this."

"Weren't you?"

He smirks a little, "Okay, I hoped…anyway, I'll be right back. Don't leave."

She shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. "I won't, promise."

Sebastian ducks out of the room and as soon as the door closes behind him, he pulls out his phone and opens the camera app. Immediately the screen fills with the image of Annette reclining on the bed, naked and blissed out in her post orgasm haze. It's a perfect angle if he does say so himself. He just has to make sure to keep her in view.

Heading down the hall he goes to his room but it's not for rubbers. He's Sebastian Valmont of course he has a condom on him. It's like James Bond being and his gun. However, he does need to pick something up. Going to his closet, he retrieves the white rectangular giftbox and leaves. Traveling further down the hall, he stops at his stepsister's room and raises his hand to knock. There's no response. Is she seriously not there? Was she off worshipping the stable boy's dick again? Vaguely annoyed, Sebastian listens at the door. When he hears the faint sound of running water he smiles.

Quietly he enters Kathryn's bedroom to find it empty. The bathroom door is open just enough for some stream to escape. Sebastian's tempted to peak in on her but as he's in a bit of a time crunch it's going to have to wait. He'll have her soon enough.

Leaving the present on the bed, he sets up her laptop with a link to the video and tapes a note to the screen. Casting one last smirk towards the bathroom door he dips out of the room, careful to close it quietly. Sebastian struts down the hall with all the confidence of a guy about to get laid. No small feat given he's still rocking a mighty hard-on.

He's still smirking as he opens Annette's door. He's not quite prepared for what he finds. Mouth dropping open he tuffs out a laugh and exclaims, "Well, well, what do we have here?"

"Oh my god!"

Annette jerks upwards in a panic when the door opens and Sebastian appears, smirking like the cat who caught the cream. Having got her hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar, she blushes and stammers, "It's not…I-I was just—"

"Annette, relax," he says with a reassuring smile, "I was just teasing. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I'm not embarrassed," she huffs indignantly. When Sebastian takes a seat beside her on the bed and stares her down, she squirms and admits, "Okay, maybe a little bit."

"Don't be. It's completely natural. Everyone does it. Besides, it's hot, watching a beautiful girl touch herself. Especially if she's about to make love."

Is that what they're about to do, she thinks sardonically.

Sebastian rises to his feet and begins to remove his clothes. Lazily eyeing her he says, "Please continue."

Annette balks at this. "I don't think so."

"Oh, come on. What happened to that ballsy girl who told me to go to hell on our first meeting?" He pulls his shirt over his head. "Show me what you got Hargrove."

Something about his instigating tone, makes her lower her arms. Laying back down on the bed, she resumes stroking her thighs, parting her legs as she watches him undress. When he starts to remove his pants, her hand finds it's way to her pussy. Annette rubs herself in small little circles. By the time Sebastian's tugging down his briefs and his engorged cock springs free, her breathing has become more erratic. Almost on impulse she reaches up and tugs on her nipple while Sebastian strokes his cock.

"You're so beautiful," he tells her, rubbing the wet head of his penis.

"So are you," she replies, blushing. "Um, should we get under the covers?"

Sebastian frowns. "We can if you'd feel more comfortable."

Would she? Or would that feel too claustrophobic? She's not sure. "I think…maybe I'm over thinking this."

He smiles faintly before climbing on to the bed. "I'd like to be able to see you, all of you." Okay over the covers it is then.

Sebastian's still stroking himself as he kneels above her, and she notices the condom packet in his hand. Ripping it open with his teeth, he slips it on and even this turns Annette on for some reason, watching the tight rubber slide on like a second skin. She's so distracted she doesn't notice at first the small bottle in his hand. He empties some liquid out on his palm.

Annette stills. "What's that?"

"Lube"

Oh god, was he going to try to fuck her in the…no, no way. Immediately Annette shifts back. "I don't think so."

He looks confused at first, then his boyish face breaks into a grin and he laughs. "You have nothing to worry about I don't plan on penetrating you there." Shaking his head he adds, "That's a bit advanced for a novice like you. And for the record, I'm not really into that."

And she thought the 'I love you' was the biggest lie he'd tell all night.

"It will just help ease the way," Sebastian explains.

Annette nods and opens her legs, allowing him to rub the liquid, warmed by his hand against her hot center. He presses a finger inside of her as far as it will go while rubbing circles against her clit. When she begins squirming under his touch, he stops, pulls back.

Everything then seems to move too fast and way to slow. Sebastian uses his hips to part her legs further as he lays on top of her. Annette gasps at the sensation. The full weight of him, the heat of his skin against hers, the feel of his cock brushing her sex. As if sensing she is getting anxious, he cups her face and kisses her, gentle at first but it doesn't take long until it grows more passionate with Annette wrapping her arms around his neck. They're making out and grinding against each other and she doesn't even notice when he's nudging at her opening until he pushes inside.

"Oh god!" she cries out when she feels him enter her. It stings but it's not ungodly painful. Kind of a like ripping off a band-aid.

"You okay?" he asks, panting above her.

"Y-Yeah"

Sebastian kisses her again and then slowly begins moving inside her. He's excruciatingly gentle at first, thrusting shallowly, feeding her his cock little by little. Each time he pulls out he pushes in deeper until Annette's pretty sure she has the full length of him inside her. It's somehow exactly what she expected and totally different at the same time. The initial pain soon becomes a dull memory, and she comes to find she likes the fullness of him stretching her, in fact she begins to relish it.

But he's moving to slow. At first Annette appreciated this as she's so overwhelmed, but now she's craving more. When he pushes back into her, she raises her lips meeting him midair. Sebastian groans, his hips snap a little harder, he wraps an arm around her thigh, opening her up more to him. Annette whimpers when his pelvis bone grinds against her clit. "Are you alright?" he pants above her, now going at twice the speed he was.

Annette nods, gripping his shoulders she leans up and kisses him. Sebastian's hand at her hips slides up and squeezes her neglected breasts. Breaking from their kiss he bends forward and sucks her nipple as his hips, snap harder, harder, harder…

"Oh god…shit…" she gasps.

It feels like he's somehow everywhere. Inside her and over her and behind her. Annette loses all train of thought as the pleasure builds and she rocks against him. She's fairly certain when he finally fucks Kathryn it will be a lot harder than this but right now it feel incredible.

"You like this," he pants against her ear before biting down on it.

"Yes," she breathes, "I want more."

"More?" he laughs, fucking her faster. "You're full of surprises Miss Hargrove."

You have no idea Mr. Valmont.

Annette's surprised, when he takes her by the wrists and pins them over her head. She never thought she'd like something like that, but she finds it exciting, the loss of control. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she'd be powerless to stop it. Sebastian opens her thighs wider, wrapping her leg high on his hip. He slams into her and Annette let's out a surprised shirk that soon morphs into a sob when he begins toying with her clit again. "Oh Sebastian…I'm…"

"I know," he pants, arrogant to the last breath. "You feel so good. Wet and tight and perfect…"

He's fucking her with considerably more force now, the bed squeaks loudly as he holds her down and ravishes her. Annette can feel the pleasure building. She feels herself clench around his thrusting length, making him cry out. When her orgasm finally hits, she's wailing in pleasure, gripping him fierce enough to leave marks but she's beyond caring. She doesn't care if she wakes up the whole house. At that moment she doesn't care about anything at all. It's beyond freeing.

Sebastian continues to thrust inside her, fucking her fast and hard until ultimately succumbing to his own climax with a pained cry, his face buried in her shoulder. They lay, fused together, panting loudly, a sweaty mess of entangled limbs. Annette can feel him soften inside her, but not completely. Pulling back his gaze meets hers and he asks, "Well?"

"I think…I want to do that again."

Someone's in her room. Zoning out under the soothing hot spray of the shower, Kathryn is pulled from her thoughts when she hears the tell-tale click of her bedroom door. She grins. It looks Annette decided to show after all.

Kathryn was starting to have her doubts. She had gone to her bedroom around ten only to be met by silence when she knocked. Figuring she was in hiding she decided to wait and let Annette come to her. As the minutes ticked down, she became less and less confident. But apparently her worries were for nothing.

Hopping out of the shower, she towels off and wraps herself in a silk white robe. Kathryn steps into the bedroom with a grin that quickly falls when she realizes she's alone. What the hell? She thinks maybe she might have imagined the whole thing until she notices what's on her bed.

It's her laptop, that definitely wasn't there when she went into the bathroom. Not only that, but it's open with a note attached: Watch me. She recognizes Sebastian's messy scrawl anywhere.

She turns out the link he clearly set up for her and with rising dread she watches as the screen fills with an image of Annette, lying on her bed totally naked. A moment later Sebastian comes into the frame and begins stripping. Son of a bitch.

Well, she has two options. She could go interrupt their little rendezvous. Knock on the door, create some kind of emergency, arrange for Annette to get a phone call from her parents, etc. It would be nothing, she could dismantle this little liaison with a flick of the wrist. However, if she does interrupt them and ruin Sebastian's shot at her, that would leave a near impossible window of time for her to seduce Annette. She might be good but she's not sure she can nail Annette in less than thirty minutes with no prep time. Which would mean neither of them win, which means thanks to the amendment, she would never get to fuck Sebastian.

The second option was…she just lets him win. Let him fuck Annette and tomorrow they'll finally cross that hollowed threshold. Of course, this would entail being a gracious loser which goes against her nature. But what choice did she have?

"Fuck my life," she mutters miserably as she watches them make out.

It's then she notices the other little gift he left her. A pale blue gift box, the size of a shoe box topped with a bow sat next to. A note was attached.

A little something to warm you up.

Kathryn rolls her eyes but opens it. She's not particularly surprised to find it's a very expensive vibrator. Top of the line actually. Say what you will about Valmont, he isn't cheap.

Examining her new toy she weights her options, her gaze inevitably falling back on the screen. Their entangled now, he's getting ready to penetrate her. Fuck, despite herself she's getting kind of hot watching this.

With a defeated sigh she says aloud, "To hell with it."

Kathryn turns the vibrator on, opens her legs and prepares to lose like a queen.

"Are you feeling sore?"

In Sebastian's experience, girls usually respond to this question in one of two ways. Either they outright deny it, because their lying and they want to impress him with how chill they are. Or they claim they are in a lot of pain, in a bid for sympathy or to make him melt. When he poses this question to Annette post-coital, she seems to consider it as if it hadn't occurred to her till that moment.

After a beat she tells him, "A little bit. I just feel like I went riding."

Sebastian grins cockily. "Well, technically you did…"

Annette eyes go wide, and she lets out an incredulous laugh. "Oh, wow! Are you proud of that one?"

"I'm not, not proud."

She slaps him in the shoulder, and he responds by tickling her till she screeches, which soon leads to them making out. Sebastian is pleasantly surprised by how agreeable she's being. Truth be told, he half expected her to make a run for it as soon as he pulled out of her, all the while claiming they made a mistake, or he took advantage of her. Instead, she's easy going and charming. A marked improvement from her usual huffy self-righteousness.

As for the sex itself, Sebastian found it quite pleasurable. Virgins, in his vast experience, are something of a mixed bag. Sometimes they're frigid or timid. Other times they're so eager to please, they'll do anything he asks. That obviously can be a lot of fun, but also if the girl lacks any kind of personality, it can get kind of boring. Annette, he found not only very responsive, but curious. He definitely wouldn't mind fucking her again. That said, he also knows his enjoyment of the affair is tied up in the fact that he won the bet and will soon be procuring his winnings from Kathryn.

Speaking of which, he's very pleased, although not terribly surprised, that his dear stepsister didn't interrupt them. She passed his test, proving to him, that despite what she says and all her cockteasing, Kathryn does want this as much as he does. He'll enjoy rubbing it in her face tomorrow.

Drawing back from Annette, he says, "Hey, I'm going to hop in the shower."

"Okay," she nods, her face taking on a more solemn expression.

Sebastian pauses on his way out of the bed. "Is something wrong?"

She studies him a beat before saying, "This is kind of awkward, but can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course."

"Can you not tell anyone about this?"

He's actually a little surprised at the request. Sebastian thought for sure she'd be wanting to tell everyone they were in love. Then again, he forgot that as charming as Hargrove is, she's also a little hypocrite. Deciding to have a little fun he pretends to act hurt by the request. "Wow, you really think highly of me don't you Annette?" Tossing the covers off like he's offended he gets out of bed with a flourish. "What, do you think I'm going to go brag about this?"

"No, of course not!" she rushes out quickly. "It's just, well your reputation—"

"Unbelievable. You really still think I'm that guy, don't you? I love you Annette, I could never do something like that to you." That reminds him, he has to remember to grab that camera off the night side table.

"I know, I'm sorry," she tells him. "I'm just…this is all new to me and I'm just scared I guess. I still haven't told Trevor. I would hate for him to get hurt by anything."

Sebastian pretends to soften, sinking back down on the bed beside her. "So, you don't want to tell anyone we're together?" he asks, effecting his tone with hurt.

"Maybe not right away. Not until I talk to him and my parents. Is that okay?"

He takes a deep breath, "Of course, whatever you want. I know you're in a tough position. We can keep it just between the two of us if you like."

Annette smiles in relief and squeezes his hand, "Thank you."

"Now, can I ask you something? I told you I loved you, but I couldn't help noticing you never said it back…"

Some unnamed emotion flashes in her eyes and she looks down at their entwined hands. "I kind of thought it went unsaid, you know actions speak louder than words sometimes."

"Yes, but I'd still like to hear it."

Annette meets his gaze and swallows hard before replying, "Of course I love you, Sebastian."

"You sound like you've never said that before."

"I haven't," she reveals, "At least not to someone I'm not related to."

He smiles. Somehow that feels almost as big a victory as getting her cherry. Annette reaches for him and they begin making out, eventually ending up in their sex stained sheets. When Sebastian feels her small hand wrap around his half-hard cock and she begins stroking him, he groans, drawing back. "Best not to start something we can't finish."

Annette cocks a saucy eyebrow. "Which one of a us can't finish?"

He snickers, "Oh listen to you, someone has jokes. Baby, I can more than finish, but you're still sore…"

With surprising aggression, she grabs him by the shoulders and tugs him back on top of her grinning. "I'm good."

Annette wakes up the following morning alone. She stretches awake and when her hand meets the cool, empty sheet she forces her eyes open. Starring at the empty spot beside her where Sebastian fell asleep, she frowns. She's not particularly surprised, she also finds she doesn't really mind. Although she would have liked to have fucked one more time.

She stretches then immediately regrets it when a shooting pain emanates from between her legs. Goddamn. Last night when Sebastian asked if she was sore, she hadn't been lying when she said her pain was only mild. She blames this on their second round of sex which was much more vigorous than the first time around. Still, it had been totally worth it.

Annette finds herself daydreaming about the night before when Sebastian suddenly drifts out of the bathroom, fixing his cuffs. He's as handsome as ever in a light grey suit. "Hey," he greets her with a soft smile. "Someone's finally up."

Blinking away her surprise she smiles, "Uh, yeah, well someone wore me out last night."

He places a finger to his lips and wonders innocently, "I wonder who that could be?" A devilish grin splits across his face. Sebastian plops down beside her on the bed and kisses her briefly.

Annette can feel her cheeks heat although she's not sure why. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah, I think I told you about it yesterday." He didn't but she nods along anyway. "I have that video conference with my father and one of his lawyers. Super thrilling, pretending to give a shit about whatever company business he's trying to rope me into. Anyway, I'll be dealing with that for most of the day. I'd much rather spend it in bed keeping you warm."

She doubts that but she pretends to buy every word of it anyway. "That's okay, family comes first."

Sebastian's smile takes on a slightly more knowing tilt and Annette can just imagine what wildly inappropriate thing that statement brought on. "It certainly does."

"Besides, I have that luncheon with your aunt and sister this afternoon."

"Well, it sounds like you'll be having nearly as much fun as me," he quips.

"It's not so bad." But she highly doubts Kathryn's going to be up for a quickie beforehand. Odds are, Sebastian is going to have to wait for his reward till later. Which means Annette should have plenty of time to set things up.

"So, I have the maid bringing you breakfast in bed in a little while, enjoy." He leans in a kisses her again, "God you're beautiful."

Annette rolls her eyes, shoving his off. "Go! I'll see you later. Enjoy your meeting."

He flashes her one last boyish grin, before slipping his reading glasses on and heading out the door. Annette knows the story about his video conference with his father in a lie. He's going to see Kathryn, most likely to brag about his conquest. Annette has no intention of missing it.

Hopping out of bed (only mildly wincing as she does) she quickly throws on a sundress and leaves the room. She quietly hurries down the corridor, only to turn the corner and come to a halt. Sure enough she spies Sebastian standing outside his stepsister's room. He raises his hand to knock only to smirk and let himself in instead. When she's sure he's safety inside, Annette creeps down the hall. Standing outside Kathryn's bedroom door she listens in…

Kathryn wakes to something soft brushing against her face. She twitches and groans before forcing her eyes to open. Squinting against the sunshine pouring in from the window, it takes a minute for her eyes to focus before landing on the offending annoyance. No surprise it's her idiot stepbrother and his weapon of torture: a red rose. Well, she supposes it could have been worse. At least it wasn't his dick stroking her face.

"Ugh, it's you," she sighs sitting up a little, making sure the silk cami she fell asleep in last night wasn't exposing anything. Although frankly it's a little late for modesty between them. "I suppose you came to gloat."

Sebastian, who's half sprawled across the bed, wearing a pretty grey suit and those fucking glasses, grins while rubbing the rose against her exposed leg. "I just came to see if you liked your gift."

"Actually, I never got a chance to use it," she lies. "There wasn't sufficient enough…inspiration." In truth she came twice, but he doesn't need to know that. His ego is big enough at the moment.

"That's a shame. I myself was plenty inspired."

Kathryn rolls her eyes. "Spare me. You can't honestly tell me it was fulfilling.

"On the contrary. What our young friend lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. I believe with the proper tutelage Annette has the potential to become a world class slut." He smirks, adding, "Of course, I imagine it will take quite a bit of work before she reaches your level."

"Speaking of which…" She leans back in the bed, holding his stare and remarks, "I assume you've came here to make arrangements."

Sebastian eyes darken as he drags them down her body and back again, his lips gnawing his bottom lip as if he's contemplating everything, he wants to do to her. Kathryn removes her panties with little artifice and spreads her legs. Picking up her phone she pretends to be engaged with it while she tells him in a bored drawl, "Well let's get it over with. Stick it in whenever you're ready. I have a few correspondents to respond to."

She expects him to throw the appropriate hissy fit or pout about not being respected or such shit. He surprises her when he merely snickers and says, "Nice try. You honestly think after last night I buy your whole indifferent act? I'm on to you sis. I always suspected that you wanted this as much as me and last night proved it."

"How so?"

"We both know if you really wanted to, you could have derailed my evening with Annette. It's not exactly out of your wheelhouse. Remember last semester when you thought I was going to fuck that model you had a thing for, so you called INS on her? Brutal. You could have stopped my winning the bet, but you didn't because secretly you've always wanted this thing between us to happen."

He's not wrong but she sure as hell isn't going to own up to it. Letting out an unimpressed huff, she argues, "Has it occurred to you brother dearest that maybe I let you win the bet because the alternative was that I wouldn't be able to take Annette down otherwise?"

Sebastian pretends to think it over a minute before shaking it off, "Nah, I think you just want to fuck me. Even now, as you're performing your sad little act, I bet your turned on, your skin in getting hot and tight." He licks his lips as he eyes her chest, "Your nipples, which I can clearly see are already hard are dying to be sucked, your breasts are likely swollen and starting to ache. And your pussy, well, I'd bet the keys to the jag it's already wet and dripping." Holding her gaze, he shifts on the bed so he is kneeling between her splayed legs. "Care to make a liar out of me?"

Kathryn says nothing, namely because he's right. She is turned on, as she always is when they play these little games. When Sebastian runs a hand down her thigh and then traces a finger over her moist cunt, it takes everything in her not to whimper. He grins. "Well, I guess I'll be keeping that car after all. Spread your legs wider."

"Aren't we demanding all of a sudden." She means it to sound annoyed but instead it comes out desperate and breathy.

"Get used to it." Sebastian presses her legs open then maneuvers onto his stomach, so his mouth his hovering at her cunt. Looking up at her from between her thighs he flashes her a deviant grin and spreads the lips of her sex open and takes a long swipe. Immediately Kathryn's hips jump and she swallows a moan. He chuckles as he kisses and nibbles as her wet, tender flesh. Sebastian takes his time exploring every inch of her down there, but of course he avoids where she wants him most.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," he tells her.

"Obviously"

He presses his tongue inside of her and begins fucking her with it. He can't get very deep with it but it's enough to make her squirm against the sheets. After a minute of this he drags his tongue lower and rims her ass. This time Kathryn doesn't bother to mask her approval, tossing her head back in a moan as he uses his fingers to spread her open a little and eat her harder. Goddammit. He's even good at this.

Sebastian doesn't linger as long as she would have liked at her ass, before making his way up higher. This time he goes right for her clit, teasing it with his tongue while he pushes one finger, followed by another inside her. With almost torturous slowness, he fucks her pussy with his fingers while tenderly mouthing her cunt. It's good, it so good she doesn't have words for it, but it's also driving her crazy with need. The fucker must know it because he looks up at her with this devilish look in his eyes, while his hand not currently working her over, reaches up and gropes her tit. Kathryn places her hand over his while her other sinks into his hair, gripping it tightly. Holding him in place, she rocks against him.

He lets her have control, for a moment anyway, seemingly happy to let her use him as her personal tongue puppet. "That's a good boy," she praises, "Right there. A little harder…oh yesss…"

His subservientness doesn't last long. In a flash Sebastian's technique goes from slow and sensual, to aggressive and animalistic. The fingers burried in her cunt speed up, fucking her harder. Sebastian curves his digits, and presses up, just grazing her g-spot. His tongue speeds up, flicking against her rapidly, pausing occasionally to suckle her clit between his lips.

"Ah! Shit, eat my pussy," she cries, thrashing against the sheets. Sebastian makes some kind of guttural sound in the back of his throat before eating her harder.

After a few minutes of this Kathryn completely loses the plot. She can't tell what he's doing anymore, he's seemingly everywhere at once. At one point he has a finger in her cunt and her ass. It's intense and she's shaking from the orgasm that he seems to be purposely holding at bay. Every time she's close to the edge he changes tactics, denying her, her release. Asshole.

She's still clutching her stepbrother's head but it's more for an anchor, like she's riding a bronco and is trying desperately not to fall off.

"Oh f-fuck…Sebastian…oh…oh…please…"

Kathryn doesn't know what she's saying anymore and she's long past the point of caring. She's practically sobbing with the need to come. She begs him to let her come but he ignores her, the only response Sebastian gives her is the lewd sound of him eating her. His watches her though, he eyes never leave her.

When she feels like she might pass out, the pleasures is so intense, he finally, finally relents. Mouthing her clit, he sucks on it hard, almost to the point of pain while his fingers gently massage her g-spot, holding there until her orgasm comes rocketing through her body, making everything go momentarily tight before the final blissful release. Annoyingly she comes crying his name. The smug fuck isn't bound to let that one go, anytime soon.

After an orgasm like that, most girls would be content to bask in the afterglow but not Kathryn. After that she wants more.

Sebastian's still licking her gently, placing open mouthed kisses against her swollen cunt, when she drags him up by the hair and launches herself at his mouth, kissing him aggressively. He groans into her mouth, rubbing his pussy soaked tongue against hers. Kathryn can taste herself and she loves it. She suckles his tongue harder, while she reaches between them, groping his cock. No surprise, he's hard as a rock. Even though she's still tender from her orgasm, she wants nothing more than to be filled by him.

As her stepbrother eagerly mauls her tits, she frantically tries to open his pants. She's just about there when he pulls back. Kneeling over her, wearing his typical aloof expression he tells her, "Not now."

"Excuse me?" she huffs. "I wanna fuck."

"I know you do," he cockily drawls looking her over. She can just imagine what she must look like right then, flushed and horny and furious.

"Don't even try to tell me you're not in the mood."

Sebastian adjusts himself pointedly. "Oh, trust me, I have every intention of ravishing you, but a quickie before your luncheon isn't really what I had in mind. What we had here was just a sneak preview of coming events. What I have planned for us is going to take most of the night."

Kathryn's breath becomes shallow as her mind drifts to what he could be planning. Of course, she's not going to make it too easy for him. "What if I have plans this evening?"

"Then you'll be cancelling them. You're mine this evening." Sebastian gets off the bed and fixes his suit. "I'll be here at nine sharp and you'll be waiting, naked and soaking."

"Aren't we presumptuous."

"And make sure to have your little gift on hand. There should be amble opportunity for it."

"Oh, think you might need a little assistance getting me off?" she quips.

"I think, when I split that pretty little ass of yours wide open, you may need it." Taking her by the chin he leans down and kisses her. "I'm only thinking of your comfort sis."

He winks at her then starts to leave, pausing before he hits the door. "Oh, and Kathryn? I'm warning you now, don't try to pull anything. I will get what I'm owed."

Of course, she already has several ideas forming how she can throw a grenade into 'his' evening. Smiling she tells him with all the sweetness of a snake, "Don't worry brother dear. You'll get what you deserve."