With Voyeuristic Intention
Chapter 18:
You Can Put It Anywhere
"So, how was it?"
Kathryn has waited all afternoon to get Annette alone. Every time she's attempted to talk to her in private, the blonde has made a hasty exit or glommed on to the nearest over coiffed society matron, like a life preserver. Clearly, she's too chicken shit to face her, which of course, is reason enough for Kathryn to seek her out. When she dips out of the luncheon and heads into the main house, she follows and waits. When Annette emerges from the bathroom and spots her leaning against the opposite wall, surprise immediately registers on her face before she quickly replaces it with annoyance.
"Am I supposed to know what you're referring to?" she haughtily counters her question.
"The foie gras at lunch," Kathryn sarcastically replies. "What do you think I'm talking about?"
"I haven't the foggiest."
Annette attempts to brush past her and Kathryn lets her get a few steps before calling out, "My stepbrother's cock of course."
The other girl whips around, her big blue eyes wide in horror as she rushes back to her, whispering, "Will you keep your voice down!"
Kathryn smirks at her outrage. "Everyone's outside," she reminds her, nodding towards the window down the hall where you could just make out the large white tents set up on the great lawn. "But if you prefer some privacy…" Taking her by the wrist she drags her into the nearest room, a small study, with mahogany walls and floor to ceiling bookcases.
Annette appears agitated when Kathryn closes the door behind them. Leaning against it she drawls, "I'm getting the distinct impression you're trying to ignore me."
She shrugs. "I just have nothing to say to you."
"Oh? It's not because you feel guilty."
"What do I have to feel guilty about?" she asks, arms crossing to her chest.
"Blowing me off last night to go fuck my brother."
She blanches, her arms tumbling to her side. "He told you?" she murmurs.
Kathryn waits a beat before answering. She's very tempted to tell her yes, he told her everything. Bragged about it even, how enthusiastic she was, how wet she got. She can just picture Miss Seventeen magazine's eyes welling up with tears as she reveals what a monster the boy she finally gave it up to is. However, as amusing as that would be, it would also be counterintuitive to her plans. Kathryn needs to keep Annette in the dark a little longer about Sebastian's true intentions, less she catches wind before they can lower the boom on her publicly and expose her for the little hypocrite she is.
Pushing off the door, Kathryn slowly approaches her, letting her eyes drag up and down her body as she circles her. Like a shark smelling blood. "No," she finally tells her, "He didn't say a word, however, you have that certain…glow about you. That recently deflowered look." When Annette absently touches her cheek, she stops in front of her and smiles adding, "And besides, you basically just confirmed it for me.
Annette rolls her eyes. "You're such a jerk."
Kathryn snorts. "And you're not as smart as I gave you credit for. I mean Sebastian, really? I could understand a little fling, a kiss here or there, but to give up your virginity? Do you have any idea what that boy is capable of? I mean him running his mouth to me, should be the least of your worries."
"He promised me he wouldn't."
"Oh, he promised." Kathryn laughs. "A promise from a Valmont, would you like to know what that's worth?"
"You don't know anything about it Kathryn," she counters. "I love him."
"One mediocre orgasm and you've let all your common sense fall away. Pathetic."
Annette's eyes flash with heat and suddenly her sappy schoolgirl persona disappears. "I'm pathetic?! I'm not the one obsessing over someone else's sex life. You know what I think? You're jealous."
Kathryn cocks an eyebrow at this accusation. Was she jealous? Maybe. After all she hates nothing more than loosing and really, that's why she wanted to corner blondie in the first place. She wants to punish her for making her loose.
"You may have a point," she says to Annette's obvious surprise. She advances on the other girl only to have her back away until she's leaning against the oak desk. Kathryn invades her personal space, letting her gaze linger on her cleavage poking enticingly over the hem of her pink floral sundress. "The thought of all of this…" Kathryn slips a hand to her waist while her other traces the curves of her ass, "Lush, potential going to waste on my idiot brother is most distressing. We could have had so much fun." Leaning in she brushes her lips against her ear before whispering, "He made you moan, but I could make you scream."
Annette releases a shaky breath and repeats, "I-I love him."
"Who said anything about love?"
Kathryn then grabs her by the back of the neck and pulls her into a luscious kiss, the likes of which she highly doubts Sebastian ever attempted with her. There's nothing gentle or romantic about it. It's bruising and demanding, all sex, no filler. Interestingly enough, little Annette eagerly returns it, whimpering against her lips as she opens her mouth to accept her tongue. Kathryn kisses her until her lungs burn with the need to breathe. Finally, she pulls away, smirking when she sees the dazed, horny look on the no-longer-virgin blonde's face. She bet if she was so inclined, she would have no trouble getting into Annette's panties. However, the thrill is temporarily sated now that she knows Sebastian already got there first. There would be very little victory in fucking her now.
Running her fingers over Hargrove's mouth, she remarks, "Oh well, c'est la vie. Enjoy my brother while you can, I'm sure that will end well." Turning on her heel she saunters away, leaving her a panting horny mess. "See you around Annette."
She exits the room, smirking in triumph at getting the last word. Kathryn's about to head back to the luncheon when she notices Dominic lingering outside the kitchen, grabbing a sandwich. Well, isn't that some fortuitous timing.
Strutting up to him, she grabs at his collar and says, "My room, tonight, 8:30."
He straightens up, not so subtly giving her a once over. "Yeah, and what if I got plans?"
"What if I told you, you can put it anywhere?" As expected, his eyes light with interest and his mouth hangs open briefly. She laughs. "My room, 8:30. You're late, I'll be the one putting it anywhere."
Dominic nods. "I'll be there. On time."
She pats his cheek. "Good boy." She walks off only to turn back and call out, "Oh and bring the riding crop. I'm in the mood for some kink."
Poor Sebastian will never see it coming.
Annette can't believe she's doing this. It's so depraved. So immoral. Not to mention illegal as fuck.
It's also, if she's being honest, very exciting.
Slipping into Kathryn's bedroom, shopping bag in hand, she makes sure to lock the door behind her. Annette knows she doesn't have much time. Princess Merteuil is in the city, getting waxed (at least according to Vivien) and is do back soon. She has to work fast.
Emptying out the contents of her bag onto the bed, she quickly gets down to work. She bought four micro cameras, namely because the guy at the store convinced her she'd want multiple angles. Of course, she didn't tell him what it was she was trying to get on film, less he think her some kind of pervert. Instead, Annette made up a lie that she thought her maid was stealing from her. As she purchased the cameras from a fancy shop on the Upper East Side (thanks to that credit card her father generously loaned her) it seemed like an appropriate lie. The salesman told her it was the most common reason people bought them.
Setting them up how he instructed, she next had to figure where to put them. Would they have sex in the bed? That's where most normal people would do it, but this was Kathryn and Sebastian. Annette stares around the room, every flat surface suddenly looking like an opportunity. The desk, the sofa, the vanity, hell even the closet. The more she let her mind run wild, the hornier she got. Oh hell.
Finally, Annette decides to split the difference. One camera angled on the bed and the other she sets up by the desk and sofa. She figures she's bound to get some kind of footage. And then this will all be over.
A strange kind of tightening occurs in her stomach at the thought. She can't figure out why. After all, the whole point of all of this was to bring Sebastian and Kathryn down, not to continue playing these asinine games. And yet, when she thinks about all of this ending after tomorrow, she feels oddly deflated. Kind of like you feel at the end of summer vacation.
This has to be done, she tells herself. You need to get rid of them. If you don't, they'll destroy you. Kathryn's clearly already chomping at the bit to use her dalliance with Sebastian against her. It's only a matter of time before he tells everyone about it or worse. Kathryn and Sebastian need to be eliminated.
Then everything can go back to normal. Yes, you can resume your boring, mundane, virginal existence, Kathryn voice sneers. Yippy.
"Stop it," she says aloud, despite the fact she knows it's all in her head. "This is what you want."
What you want is to get fucked stupid by Sebastian's beautiful cock while I lick you unconscious.
Annette shakes the thought off and concentrates on her task at hand. After tonight, she promises herself, she will kill the Kathryn who lives in her head if she has to chug a bottle of Drano to do it.
Pleased with the camera placement. Annette stares at the remaining two cameras. She could set them up as well but that feels like over kill or…she could put them in Sebastian's room. She knows they're supposed to meet at Kathryn's, but it couldn't hurt to set them up in his bedroom as well. Just in case.
Yes, just in case he gets naked, and you can ogle him some more you little pervert.
"Oh, shut up."
It's almost insultingly easy to figure out what his stepsister is up to. Sebastian knows Kathryn won't be able to help herself and despite the fact that she wants this as badly as he does, she'll try to sabotage it someway if only to fuck with him. He figures the most obvious way would be to have someone else claim his reward before he has a chance to. The question then is who? Obviously, there's a large swath of candidates at her disposal, but he figures it has to be someone local. They are in the country after all, so she'd have to get them on short notice. She wouldn't bother with Vivien, because well, he'd simply join in. No, it would have to be someone she'd think he'd be intimidated by. Someone older or bigger or…of course.
The fucking stable boy.
Sebastian wastes no time tracking Dominic down. Not surprisingly, he finds him at his place of work, shoveling horse shit. God, he can't believe Kathryn would rather roll around in the mud with this cheesy cliché than get naked and sweaty with him on his Egyptian cotton sheets. No accounting for taste apparently.
Standing in front of him he clears his throat and Dominic looks up. Unlike everyone else, he doesn't treat him with anything approaching respect. "Can I help you?" he gruffly asks resting on his shovel.
"As a matter of fact, you can. I need a favor."
"Oh yeah, what's that?" The older man brushes past him, grabbing a bail of hay and hauling it inside.
"I need you to not fuck my sister tonight."
"Excuse me?"
"Did I stutter?"
Dominic shakes his head. "Look, I don't know where you got your information, but I don't screw around with teenagers. Especially where I work."
"How noble," Sebastian mocks. "Also, you're clearly full of shit."
His gaze narrows and he rolls his shoulders back, clearly trying to intimidate him. "Listen, rich boy, I don't know what you're up to and frankly I could care less, but don't involve me in your shit. Definitely don't come around threatening me, understand? I'm not the guy you fuck with. Now get the hell out of here and let me get back to work asshole."
"Okay," Sebastian cheerily responds with a big fake smile. "I'll just go show these pics of you balls deep in my sixteen-year-old sister to my aunt. I'm sure she'll find them shocking. Of course, not half as shocking as the police will."
Dominic jerks the phone out of his hand. Looking at the screen he groans. "Goddammit. I knew I shouldn't have trusted her to lock the door."
Sebastian takes his phone back telling him, "Word of advice, when it comes to my darling sister, it's best not to trust anything that comes out of her mouth. So, do we have an understanding? You stay away from Kathryn, at least for tonight and in turn you get to keep your crappy job and stay out of jail."
"Whatever you say, Mr. Valmont," he remarks with a sarcastic smile.
Reaching into his pocket, Sebastian removes a wad of hundreds from his money clip and stuffs them in the ruffian's shirt pocket. "Consider this insurance, just incase you can't find the will to stay away. I know my sister can be hard to resist."
Dominic, who pulled the cash out and is counting it, pauses long enough to give him an appraising look. "You know, I'm curious, what exactly…" He trails off and shakes him head. "On second thought, I really don't want to know what goes on between the two of you."
"You are smarter than you look," Sebastian sneers before turning to leave.
"Hey asshole," Dominic calls. When he turns around, he tosses something at him, Sebastian easily catches it. A riding crop. "Apparently, she's in the mood for a little kink. In case you're interested."
He smirks, examining the black leather crop. Well, that could certainly come in handy. Giving one last nod to the stable boy, Sebastian makes his exit. As he returns to the main house, his mind runs wild with all the debauched ways he could use that little toy on darling sis. His mind is so preoccupied, that when he enters his bedroom, he nearly jumps in surprise when he realizes he isn't alone.
"Annette!" he exclaims, staring bewildered at the blonde poised by his desk. "Uh, what are you doing in here?"
Interestingly, she seems just as surprised by his presence as he is by hers. But then her face softens and she rushes into his arms. "I wanted to surprise you," she explains distracting him from whatever it is she was doing at his desk. "Are you done with your meeting?"
Ah, fuck. He thought for sure she'd be busy with the luncheon for most of the afternoon. "Um, not quite," he lies. "We're taking a break. Actually, I feel a migraine coming on. I was going to take a nap before we start up again."
"Oh, that's too bad." Annette leans into him, letting her arms slide up his chest and hook around his neck. "I was hoping we could spend some time together."
Before he can form an objection, she's pulling him into a kiss. Sebastian returns her affections, curious where this is leading. It doesn't take long to figure it out when Annette roaming hands make their way to his pants. With a surprising deftness given her sexual experience, she works him open and slips a hand into his boxers. Sebastian breaks from her mouth, releasing a startled gasp. Looking up at him through her lashes she asks coquettishly, "Do you think we have enough time to…"
Well, this is certainly unexpected. Sebastian knows she enjoyed herself last night but after this morning, when she was fairly reserved and unbothered by him telling her he likely wouldn't see her for the rest of the day, he assumed she wouldn't be a problem. Not that her playing with his dick is a problem necessarily. Sebastian hadn't planned on fucking her again, but looking at her staring up at him with those fuck-me eyes, her pert tits, poking enticingly out of her pretty sundress, he thinks, what the hell? Think of it like masturbating beforehand, he tells himself. Get all his jitters and over excitement about tonight, over with.
With that in mind, Sebastian tells her, "Baby, there's always enough time for that." He then sweeps her off her feet, causing Annette to let out a delighted squeal as he carries her over to the bed. They both make quick work of their clothes, eagerly chucking them off in between heated kisses and excited nibbles. By the time Sebastian's crawling on the bed and parting her thighs with his hips, she already wet and ready for him, winding her legs around his waist trying to pull him in.
Sebastian knows it will be a good enough fuck, but the idea of doing missionary with this girl yet again is beyond boring to him. Knowing this very well may be the last time he has her, he figures why not make it at least interesting.
Grasping her hips, he quickly rolls them, so Annette's on top. She releases a surprised gasp, her big blues eyes blinking down at him in surprise. Leaning against the headboard, he pulls her astride him. Sebastian grabs a condom out of the bedside table and slips it on, holding her confused stare the whole time. When he guides her over him rigid cock her brows knit in confusion. "Um, Sebastian, I don't—"
He silences her with a kiss and a gentle murmur of, "Trust me. You've liked everything I've done to you so far, haven't you?"
"Yes, but I…I'm not sure how."
"It's just like riding a bike." He grins, "Or rather, just like riding a horse. Sink down."
Guiding her hips, he gently draws her down, piercing her with his cock. Annette lets out a surprised whimper as she slowly, so very slowly, sinks down on his length. And oh, fuck is she tight and very wet. By the time she works herself all the way down, she's panting with exertion. "Oh," she gasps, "I feel so full."
He laughs, "I know." Leaning in he kisses her and mauls her tits, rolling her nipple between his fingers. It's enough to get her going and she begins to rock against him. "That's a girl," he praises. "Up and down, do what feels natural."
Annette nods, her eyes closed in concentration as she very slowly rides him. It's good but it could be better. Sebastian runs a hand down her leaking sex and let his thumb ghost over her clit. She whimpers, rocking harder. Increasing the pressure, he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer so he can nibble her breasts.
The increased sensations soon have Annette moving faster. In no time her pert little butt is bouncing off his balls and she's wailing in pleasure. "Oh god, Sebastian…it's so good…"
Eyes glued to her jiggling titties, he tells her, "You're so sexy like this." And for once he isn't full of shit. The former virgin looks completely in her element, taking her pleasure as she rides him faster.
Sebastian squeezes her ass and begins lunging up, fucking her harder. Annette's eyes fly open, and she gasps as he's much more brutal with her than he was last night. It can't be helped though. He keeps thinking about his forthcoming evening with his stepsister and it's making him dangerously eager. Suddenly it's not the blond he's seeing as he suckles her breasts and toys with her virgin asshole, but someone much more experienced and lethal. Chestnut hair and sharp green eyes, fill his head as he abruptly rolls them over again. Pinning Annette to the bed he begins to fuck her frantically, much harder than he probably should given she's barely had sex. He slams inside her, his hand rubbing frantically at her clit as he chases his orgasm.
Annette comes first, flexing around his cock ruthlessly fucking her. When she moans, he's momentarily tempted to slam his hand over her mouth, but he ignores it instead, chasing his orgasm till he finally releases into the condom, with a loud, agonized cry. '
He quickly rolls off of her. Staring at the ceiling it takes a minute before he comes back to himself. He's almost afraid to look at Annette, confident he'll find her looking stunned and traumatized.
Sebastian's searching his brain for a decent excuse for his behavior, when Annette abruptly sits up. To his surprise she's grinning. "Well, I guess I should trust you more often."
Staring at her in disbelief he asks, "You enjoyed that?"
She leans down to kiss him and laughs, "Think we have time to do it again?"
Staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Kathryn admirers herself. She's done up in her best slut-ware: a black and nude lace Agent Provocateur corset, that pushes her tits up so high her nipples are threatening to be exposed and black silk stockings and garter belt. She throws on a short black lace robe to soften the effect. The piece de resistance however is her lack of panties. Better to show off her freshly waxed pussy. When she hears the bedroom door open, signaling Dominic's arrival she grins. The stable boy won't know what hit him.
She takes a minute to freshen up her hair and make-up, purposely wanting to make him wait a little. Kathryn takes a bump, sprits on a light perfume then admires herself one last time. "Here we go."
Throwing open the bathroom door she flounces into the room purring, "Was I worth the wait?"
"That remains to be seen."
Kathryn's face falls when she finds Sebastian lounging in her bed, wearing that familiar predatory grin, chugging a glass of champagne. Oh, for fuck's sake. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm a little early, sorry about that. I just couldn't wait and going by your slut ensemble you couldn't either." His eyes rake down her body before settling back on her face. "Oh dear, that's not happiness to see me, is it? Were you expecting someone else sis?"
Clearly, he's fucking with her, but she nonetheless replies, "As a matter of fact, yes."
"I guessed as much." Setting down his drink he picks up a riding crop. Swatting it through the air he remarks, "Dominic sends his love, but unfortunately, he was unexpectedly detained. I assured him I'd make sure you were suitably…taken care of."
Ugh, she should have known. Dominic was far too easy to get to. She should have called up one of her regulars Sebastian didn't know about like, Fredrick. Sighing she stands at the end of the bed, examining her manicure. "So, did you bribe or blackmail him?"
He points the crop at her and cheekily replies, "A bit of both actually. I knew those photos I took last summer of you two at the cottage would come in handy someday." Sebastian's gaze becomes sharper and less amused as he asks, "Did you honestly think you could out play me? Come now sis, you offend me. Haven't you figured it out yet that I know you better than you know yourself."
"Is that so?"
"Hmm, like right now. Even though you're silently shaking with fury that I bested you, that greedy cunt of yours is still dripping at the thought of fucking my brains out. In fact, I bet there's a part of you that's quite pleased I got rid of your flannel clothed beefcake. After all, nothing turns you on more than ruthlessness."
Is she pleased? Perhaps. Kathryn knows she can't put Sebastian off forever and really it wasn't about that. She only wanted to show him that she is still in control. She does desperately want to fuck him, certainly more than Dominic, who while a hot fuck, doesn't have the stamina or the imagination to keep her truly satisfied. Despite the fact that she dearly wants to claw his eyes out at that moment, she suspects Sebastian is more than up to the task.
When she doesn't respond to his hypothesis, Sebastian growls, "Come here."
She stares at him a long beat before climbing onto the bed. Kathryn crawls to him. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she swings her hips enticingly as she makes her way to him and straddles his lap. Sebastian's eyes glaze over in lust as he stares at her cleavage now inches from his face. His tongue juts out, licking her flesh while his hands reach around, squeezing her ass and dragging her so she's sitting atop his prominent bulge. He smells amazing and it annoys her terribly how much she wants this.
"I can't believe you were going to waste all this on the help," he sneers, face buried in her tits.
"On the contrary, you don't know what he's packing in those wranglers. We're talking porn star level cock," she taunts, twining her hands through her stepbrother's hair. Grinding against him she adds, "But I guess I can make do with this."
Sebastian jerks up from her cleavage, unamused. Kathryn laughs. The truth is she did plan on fucking Sebastian after she was done with Dominic. She'd find him all sullen and pouty, likely writing in that fag journal of his. He'd pretend he wasn't interested and then she'd make him interested, make him beg for the honor of touching her. It was so much more satisfying when there was a challenge involved.
Not that this wouldn't prove satisfying in its own right.
Jaw tense and eyes hard, Sebastian grabs the leather riding crop then swats it against her bare ass. Kathryn let's out a shriek, more out of surprise than the sharp bite. "You'll make do, will you?"
She nods, on the verge of laughing. Sebastian pushes her off his lap. "Lean back and spread your legs," he orders.
Excitement coursing through her, she does as instructed, leaning back on her hands, knees bent and legs spread lewdly in invitation. Sebastian finishes off his drink then grabs the bottle. Kathryn gasps when he pours out some champagne over her pussy. Grabbing the crop, he runs the leather up and down her cunt tauntingly before, raising it in the air and bringing it down sharply on her tender flesh. "Oh god!" she cries out, hips jumping. It stings, the wetness from the alcohol making it even sharper. It also turns her on something fierce.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asks, sounding almost bored.
"Maybe," she pants.
He swats her with the crop three more times, never in the exact same place. On the fourth swat he hits her swollen clit. Kathryn throws back her head and moans. "Fuck!"
Sebastian clucks his tongue. "Aw, sis look at you. Titties spilling out of your corset, pussy spread and dripping, squirming like a needy little whore. Is that what you are sis, a needy whore?" This time he pushes the tip of the crop inside of her. The leather scrapes against her sensitive flesh and it's not exactly stimulating but it something for her twitching pussy to grab on to. He fucks her with the crop, head tilted, with a sly grin. "It's not very satisfying, is it? Would you rather my cock instead?"
She's practically humping the air she wants it so badly. There's no point in playing coy. "Yes," she breathes.
"Then ask for it."
Ignoring her pride that was screaming at her to tell him to get bent, she begs, "Fuck me, Sebastian. Take what you've earned, brother dear."
His eyes darken at the request. Jerking the crop out of her he tosses it away snarling, "Fuck the foreplay." Sebastian launches himself at her, grasping her by the neck he kisses her savagely, while chucking off his jacket. Kathryn eagerly undoes his pants, reaching in to squeeze and remove his throbbing dick.
Sebastian pulls back, grabbing a condom he makes quick work of putting it on and even just watching that Kathryn begins to shake from anticipation. After five long years, she can hardly believe they're going to go through with it.
Judging by his jerky movements, neither can Sebastian. His hands shake as he slides the rubber on, his gaze jumping from her splayed cunt to her face. When he finally manages to get the damn thing on, he rubs his cock over her, making her arch into him, then leaning over her he shoves into her. Kathryn cries out as he fills her, almost overwhelmed by the situation.
Apparently, so is Sebastian.
She's not even sure what's happening at first. One minute she's being stretched by him, the next he's releasing a sort of pained grunt and she feels him soften. "Shit," he grumbles in disbelief against her ear.
"Did you just—"
"Not a fucking word Kathryn."
She shoves him back and drinks in the embarrassed, stunned look on his face. Oh yeah, he definitely did. The great and mighty Sebastian Valmont just pre-mature ejaculated. Kathryn's not sure whether to be horrified or break into laughter.
She goes with the latter.
Tossing her head back she cackles, "Oh my god!"
"Shut. Up." He growls, slipping out of her, he swings his legs over the side of the bed. She watches as he chucks off the condom then goes for the expensive bottle of champagne. Sebastian chugs it then grimaces. "I need a real drink."
Rolling onto her stomach, Kathryn studies his frantic movements as he stalks over to the bar and sloppily pours out some whiskey from the decanter. Grinning she calls out with mocking pity, "Don't worry Sebastian, it can happen to anyone. Of course, it mostly just happens to seventy year old men and losers who've never seen a pussy before. You're in great company!"
He shakes his head as he begins to pace. "This is all your fault," he snarls chugging his drink. "Five years of nothing but goddamn foreplay and all your cockteasing. Obviously, this happened!"
"Whatever you need to tell yourself."
"I swear to God Kathryn, you open your mouth about this to anyone…" Sebastian pauses and his gaze narrows. "And why are you so fucking amused by this anyway?"
"Isn't it obvious?" She slips off the bed and flounce over to the bar. "Outside of the fact that it amuses me to see your ego crushed so exquisitely, there's a certain triumph to be had when a woman can thoroughly deplete a man."
"Excuse me?"
Kathryn pours herself a scotch and takes a long pull as she eyes him across the bar. "There's not a woman alive you haven't been able to seduce, even that God forsaken farm girl. Every girl you set your sights on you've conquered. I've always admired you for that, but I've also always known that I would be the one to bring you to your knees. One thrust into my cunt and you crumbled." She shrugs. "I am disappointed you didn't live up to the hype of course, but not surprised. Oh well," Kathryn holds up her glass in a toast, "To my triumph." When he merely glares stonily at her she finishes her drink, "Tastes good. Well, as amusing as this has been, I think I'm going to go find Dominic."
She attempts to brush past him only for Sebastian to grab her by the arm halting her. "I don't think so."
Kathryn's about to object when her stepbrother slams her back against the nearest wall. Her head bounces off the molding, making her wince. "What the hell…"
With a sudden explosion of movement, Sebastian grasps her left leg, wraps it around his hip and before she even realizes it's happening, he's thrusting back inside of her. He's very hard and completely bare.
"Oh god," she pants as she feels him pulsing inside of her, stretching her so good.
"You forget one thing sis," he whispers, "I'm seventeen. Unlimited stamina." As if to prove his point he thrusts into her hard, sending her scrambling for purchase. "Nice, isn't it?"
"You fucker," she gasps, "Did you forget something?"
His brows knit and he looks down at where they're joined, his cock half in her, slick with her arousal. She's rather surprised he doesn't come again. "You want me to pull out?"
"Not a chance," she breathes.
It's beyond stupid, but then again, she hasn't had unprotected sex since freshman year during that drunk fuck with Wade Simpson that resulted in a chlamydia scare that had her swearing off un-safe sex from there on out. She knows Sebastian is just as fastidious about it. She supposes this could count as a special occasion. It's not like they'll ever do it again after this. Probably. So, she'll enjoy it while she can.
And oh god does she enjoy it.
He fucks her excruciatingly slowly at first, drawing his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in, deep and hard, nearly hitting her cervix. Every forward push into her body sends the air out of her lungs. Kathryn tightens her leg around his waist, while her other foot barely touches the floor. She arches against the wall, her fingers digging into his shoulder, trying to angle her body just so. When she feels Sebastian's hand slip from her breast to her cunt she whimpers. He begins rubbing tight little circles against her swollen clit as his hips snap harder and faster.
"Oh, fuck me!" she shouts.
"What was that you said," he gasps against her ear before biting down on it, "about bringing me to my knees?"
She can only whine in response, releasing her grip on his shoulder to reach around and grope his bare ass in an effort to get him closer. Hitching her leg up higher on his waist, he begins to slam into her with more velocity. The pictures on the wall beside them rattle, threatening to fall. The one above them does, narrowly missing them.
"Fuck…fuck…please…" she wails as his hand toying with her speeds up.
"You gonna cum?" he grunts in her ear.
She shakily nods. Suddenly another picture beside them falls. Sebastian abruptly picks her up and still remaining balls deep inside her, he drops her down on the armless chaise lounge. Untangling her from his waist, he shoves her leg over his shoulder and resumes fucking her.
"Impressive," she gasps as she yanks at the buttons on his shirt wanting him more naked.
"You ain't seen nothing yet."
Sebastian jerks at her corset, tugging it from her body and tossing it away. Immediately he attacks her breasts while continuing to fuck her into the lounger. Kathryn gasps when he simultaneously suckles her nipples and toys with her clit. In no time she feels herself tightening around him.
"God…fucking dammit," she curses as her orgasm begins to barrel through her. "Se-bastian!"
If she thought, he'd relent after she came, she was mistaken. He fucks her through her orgasm, still nipping at her breasts and toying with her cunt even when she squirms in discomfort from the overstimulation. Then, just as she's catching her breath, he pulls up and grasping her by the leg, he abruptly flips her over onto her stomach, all while never leaving her the snug warmth of her cunt.
Sebastian jerks her hips upwards and begins slamming into her from behind. When Kathryn tries to pull herself up on her elbows, he grabs a fistful of her hair and holds her down. "Stay," he growls. He resumes fucking her in earnest. "You know sis, there's a certain triumph to be had in making a woman as hard as you submit."
"Fuck off," she grunts even as she begins shoving her hips back against him as best as she can in this position.
"My perfect little fuck doll," he groans, pausing to slap her ass. Leaning over her he licks her neck and bites it. There'll be a mark tomorrow. "Your pussy is unreal. You wanna cum again?"
Kathryn whines in response when he reaches under her and slaps her dripping cunt. She bucks against him. He does it again and again until she begins crying out. Oh Christ, he really is worthy of all the hype. Kathryn bites at the plush fabric of the cushion to keep from begging. When he tugs at her aching clit, she finally lets loose a scream buried in her throat and as her release takes hold of her.
Sebastian laughs against her ear, "I always knew it would be my cock that brought you to your knees," he taunts, giving her one more smack on the ass.
"I fucking hate you," she pants while trembling underneath him.
"I know baby, hate you too," he husks against her ear. He begins jackhammering inside her. Sebastian's rhythm goes to shit as he lets himself surrender to his own desire for release. Now gripping her fiercely by the hips with both hands, his forehead pressed to her back he fucks her so hard the lounger beings to squeak, threatening to buckle.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he growls, "Ah god, you want me to creampie inside you?"
"Don't you fucking dare," she breathes even though the idea sends a prickle of excitement down her spine and makes her pussy twitch.
Sebastian releases a loud grunt then abruptly pulls out of her, leaving her feeling empty. She hears his beating off behind her. Kathryn turns in time to see him coat her backside with his cum. A moment later Sebastian slumps down on top of her, his face buried in her neck. They lay there panting, a sweaty, sticky mess. Before Kathryn can even process what just happened, the lounger begins to groan under the weight of them. A second later it collapses.
Kathryn let's out a shriek as the bottom falls out from under them and they roll to the floor. They both stare speechless at the broken antique couch, the legs splintered and rolling across the floor.
"Well," Sebastian sighs, "I told you we'd break furniture."
Well, that didn't go exactly to plan. Whatever Annette was expecting to happen between the stepsiblings, she hadn't expected that. Apparently neither had Sebastian. She'll give him this much, he pulled it out in the end though.
Tossing her vibrator aside, her thighs are still shaking from her last orgasm. She came twice watching them. Reclining against her pillows, Annette absently runs a hand over her wet cunt as she watches Sebastian carry his stepsister over to the bed. Despite the epic round of sex they just enjoyed, they resume making out while lazily touching each other. God, they really can't get enough.
She supposes she's not one to talk.
Despite the initial embarrassing setback, they really did put on quite a show. It was everything she could have hoped for—hot and vulgar and twisted. Her one complaint was she wished they had stayed on the bed, it's a much better angle then the one she had on the sofa. She should have known those two would never do something so conventional as to have sex in a bed.
None the less, she got what she needed. Hell, the video alone of the stud of the Upper East Side pre-mature ejaculating should be enough to ruin him. If not, the evidence of his incestuous relationship with Kathryn will definitely do the trick.
Pleased with the ammunition she's obtained, Annette's about to hop in the shower until she gets distracted by the images on her laptop. Kathryn is now sucking Sebastian's cock as he kneels over her. Turning up the volume on the computer the room fills with the lewd sounds of slurping and sucking, followed by Sebastian's deep grunts of pleasure.
"Yeah, sis, just like that," he groans, "Swallow that dick whole."
Annette's eyes glaze over in lust and she finds herself sinking back into the bed, absently reaching for her discarded toy. Zooming in on the image, she watches as Kathryn's cheeks hollow as she sucks more and more of her brother's throbbing member down her throat, until she gets all of it in her mouth.
Curious and turned on, Annette puts the vibrator in her mouth. It's not as big as Sebastian, but it's close. She sucks on the tip of the toy, intrigued by the taste of herself on it and begins imitating what Kathryn's doing. She licks the underside and the crown and then tries to slowly take all of it in her mouth. She doesn't get far before she starts to gag. How is she doing this?
Years of practice Dorothy.
Sebastian never asked her to suck him off, which she supposes isn't surprising. Would she have done it if he asked? Of course not she thinks, but then she remembers this afternoon when he taught her how to ride him and she realizes she's much more susceptible to him than she'd like to admit. She is curious…
Annette is jerked out of her fog of lust when Sebastian slaps his stepsister on the ass, and it's loud enough to thunder over the loudspeaker. Kathryn lets out a muted squeal but doesn't let up on her task. Sebastian meanwhile busies himself by squeezing and playing with her ass.
"Hmm, remind me again sis, what were the terms of our bet?"
Kathryn pulls off his cock and flashes him a deviant grin. "You can put it anywhere."
Annette realizes this night is far from over and things were about to get heated once again. Already forgetting about her shower, she turns her vibrator back on and gets down to work.
So, he fumbled. It happens. Of course, never to him and never during the Superbowl of sexual experiences. Sebastian does his best to shake it off, but even after the epic fucking he just gave her, his failure still lingers. The need to prove himself to her is like this never ending thing, always there, constantly in motion. He's determined to conquer it tonight.
She's sucking his cock so good. It's one of those slow, luxurious blow jobs where no one's in a hurry to get to the finish line. Kneeling over her, Sebastian becomes hypnotized by the sight of her ass, peaking out from underneath the sheet. He tugs it away, taking a moment to admire it. Kathryn's butt is small and tight but surprisingly curvy given her size. Sebastian fully plans to ruin it.
Leaning over her as she continues to suck him off, he rubs and squeezes her ass before delivering a sharp slap. Kathryn releases a yip, muffled by the cock in her mouth. He grins. "Remind me again sis, what were the terms of our bet?"
Releasing his cock with a wet, dirty pop, she replies, "You can put it anywhere."
"That's right, I can." He slaps her once more then orders, "Turn around."
He half expects her to put up some kind of protest. Most girls would, but then again Kathryn Merteuil isn't most girls. With a smirk, tugging at her lips she makes a show of slowly turning and presenting her ass for mounting.
Even though he's well aware Kathryn's experienced when it comes to anal, he also knows she's a seventeen-year-old girl and small. Sebastian's not going in guns blazing, he needs to warm her up a bit. It will hardly be a chore.
Sebastian dips two fingers inside her dripping snatch before sliding them back towards her rosebud anus. He teasingly rubs the furrowed rim. As expected, she tenses underneath him. In a bid to relax her, he nuzzles her neck and then proceeds to kiss his way down her spine, while his fingers push past the tight rim. There's some give, but shit, if she had told him she was a backdoor virgin he would have bought it.
He works one finger in to the first knuckle, gently prodding her, then attempts a second. She whines, but presses herself into the intruder, squeezing around him. "Fuck, you're snug back here," he gasps.
Looking over her shoulder at him she warns, "And I better stay that way."
"No promises," he grins. Now kneeling between her cheeks, he nudges her legs a little wider and then licks her asshole. Kathryn bucks forward, with a cry. He does it again, this time a little more insistent. "That good?"
"More," she grunts, pressing back against his persistent tongue. Sebastian grins as he kisses her hole then proceeds to work his tongue inside her. Using his fingers, he pulls back the rim to open her up a little more while he tongue fucks her.
"Ah, Christ," she groans, her arms buckling underneath her. Blindly she reaches back, grabbing at him, her hand coming to rest on his neck. Clutching him, Kathryn begins grinding against his face in the most obscene way, her head half turned to watch him as he eats her ass. He can feel her pussy twitch underneath his fingers, and he suspects one gentle flicker of her clit would send her over the edge. However, he doesn't want her to cum just yet.
Now that she's sufficiently relaxed back there, he pulls away and gets to his feet, earning a disappointed whimper from her. Sebastian leans in and kisses her, curious if she'll flinch away. Not surprisingly, she eagerly kisses him back, rubbing her tongue against his before drawing back. "Get up," he orders, turning away to grab some lube. His hand lingers on the condom before he decides against it. What the hell? He's already done her once tonight sans rubber. Besides, he's dying to be bare inside that ass.
"Where's my gift?" he asks.
"Nightside table."
He opens it and finds the bright hot pink wand vibrator he gifted her. He turns it on, checking the batteries before handing it over to her. Pouring out some lube he coats his dick then soaks a couple of fingers before working then into her ass, this time going to the last knuckle, scissoring them inside her. He hears the gentle hum of the vibe and grins.
"Hold yourself open so I can get inside," he briskly instructs.
It's not wholly necessary, but Sebastian enjoys the lewd image of his pristine stepsister holding her ass open for his defiling. As instructed, Kathryn reaches back, pulling the cheeks of her ass apart. Her anus, now wet and red, twitches in anticipation. Sebastian drags the thick head of his cock up and down her butt crack before nudging it against her pussy, teasing her until she gets frustrated. "Jesus, just do it already," she snaps, voice rough from need.
"What do you want?" he asks.
"Sebastian," she growls in annoyance.
"Say it, or we're done for the night."
Kathryn makes a little put-upon sigh before relenting, "I want you to fuck me in the ass."
He grins at her compliance then nudges his fat head against her tight hole before slowly pushing inside. Kathryn releases a cry of pain, sinking back down on her elbows again. She releases her ass cheeks and shakily grabs for the vibrator. Sebastian works himself inside her slowly, see-sawing a little at a time before he thrusts himself balls deep inside her.
And fuck, it truly is everything he imagined. Searing hot and almost painfully tight, her ass clenches around him, sending vibrations to his balls, threatening to undue him. This is the first time he's done anal bareback and it's only making everything that more intense. Sebastian has to take a minute, think up some disturbing images to keep from popping off too soon. Again.
"Move already," she growls at him, breaking him from his spell.
He's tempted to really let her have it after that, but he doesn't actually want to hurt her, so he goes slow at first, luxuriating in the feel of her luscious asshole. When he feels Kathryn begin to move with him and they find a good rhythm, his hips start to snap a little harder. He slaps her ass.
"It's good, isn't it?" he grunts.
"What, do you want a metal?" she grits out.
"An acknowledgement."
She scoffs. "Dream on."
He spanks her again then rides her a little harder. It's then he gets an idea. Abruptly he halts and pulls out of her. Kathryn whips around, eyes wide. "What the hell…if you went soft on me again—"
"Shut up," he snaps taking a seat on the bed. Propping himself up against the headboard, he strokes his hard on and orders, "Come here." Kathryn quirks a brow but does as she's told. As she goes to straddle him, he orders, "Sit that ass on my cock." She pauses and he doesn't miss the flicker of hesitation in her eyes. "Unless of course, that's too intense for you."
He knows of course, taunting her will only make her rise to the occasion. "Grow up," she huffs. She positions herself over him while Sebastian applies more lube.
Clutching him in one hand, she guides herself over his hard-on then slowly impales herself. Kathryn grimaces hard as she sinks down his length. Sebastian watches completely memorized while her ass engulfs his entire length. He fumbles for the vibrator, keeping it pressed to her clit. By the time he feels her ass pressed against his balls, she's trembling, arms wrapped around his neck.
"God, you feel huge like this," she gasps. "I'm so full."
Staring at his ass stretched around his cock he marvels, "It looks so fucking hot. I want a picture."
"Retain it to memory."
Slowly she begins to rock against him, getting use to the fullness before rising up. Watching her Sebastian's reminded of his afternoon with Annette. He's tempted to tell her about it but thinks better of it. For now.
It doesn't take long for Kathryn to gain confidence. Soon she's riding him harder, although not as hard as she would if he was in her pussy. The room fills with the lewd sounds of her flesh slapping as she speeds up. Sebastian admires her shaking tits before suckling them, while he slips a couple of fingers inside her clenching pussy.
"You're soaking sis," he observes mildly, "You must be enjoying this."
"Stop talking and put your fingers back inside me."
Sebastian begins fucking her with his fingers. "Want my whole hand?"
Her eyes momentarily widen at the question and he's not sure if it's on account of fear or excitement. "Maybe later," she remarks before tossing her head back and moaning. Tightening her arms around his neck, she pulls him closer and rides him harder.
Letting the vibe rest against her clit, he presses his fingers in deeper then presses up, nudging her g-spot. A deep grunt falls from her lips, and she begins to tremble. Clutching him hard enough to leave bruises, she stops bouncing on him in favor of grinding. Kathryn presses her face up against his and soon they're sharing the same breath. They lock eyes. A beautiful expression of desperation covers her face as she jerks and clenches around his cock to the point of pain. Sebastian jerks his hand one last time and soon she's coming. Then he feels it, his hand suddenly covered in juices. Sebastian looks down in time to see a long torrent of pussy juice come squirting out of his stepsister's twitching cunt.
"Sis, you've been holding out on me, I didn't know you could do that."
"Neither did I," she pants staring down at his soaked hand and toy in amazement. "Shit."
She's still trembling and looks thoroughly wrecked but he's still hard and close to coming. Dropping a kiss on her shoulder he murmurs, "My turn."
Kathryn nods, pulling off his dick, she lies down on her stomach. Sebastian blankets her and pushes back into her ass. This time he's met with little resistance. He fucks her slowly at first, squeezing her ass cheeks in his hand as he nuzzles and nips at her neck, garnering a moan of approval from her as he does. He chuckles when he sees her fumble for the vibrator and slip in back into position. "God, you are insatiable, aren't you?"
"Lucky for you," she huffs.
Sebastian rides her harder, his hands roaming over her breasts, toying with her nipples as he fucks her into the mattress. All the while she's making these delicious little whimpering sounds. He's pretty sure she comes again, but he can't be sure as everything soon looses focus as his orgasm starts to build, blinding him to everything else around him. With her pinned beneath him, he buries his face in her neck and slams her over and over again, before finally coming with a delicious wail, shooting his load up her tight little ass.
He lays there for beat, no doubt crushing her with his weight, before Kathryn begins to squirm underneath him. Reluctantly he pulls himself off her, his soften cock slipping from her back door. Unable to resist, Sebastian spreads her cheeks to see his seed leaking out of her. His cock twitches at the sight.
Collapsing beside her, he nuzzles her hair. "That was fucking incredible."
She turns to look at him, her face is flushed but her expression is an inscrutable as ever. "It was decent."
"Decent?" he echoes. "I made you squirt!"
"Hmm…" she hums wrapping an arm around him, tugging him closer. "I think we can do better. Always room for improvement."
Sebastian cocks a brow. "What did you have in mind?"
"For starters, I want you to clean out the mess you just made in my ass." Her tongue shoots out and flicks against his lips. "Every drop."
He smirks. "That it?"
Kathryn shakes her head. "After that, I want you to bend me over and make me come using only the crop. If you do a good job, I might let you have my ass again."
Already sliding back down the mattress he says, "Well then, I better get to work."
It's well after midnight. Annette is curled up on her bed, eyes still glued to the screen. Beside her lay her vibrator, long dead. She's actually started to get sore she's cum so much this evening. The same can not be said for the stepsiblings who are still actively going at it. Despite her exhaustion, Annette cannot look away.
How the hell do they have the stamina for this? she wonders while watching Kathryn and Sebastian sixty-nine on the floor. They've been going at it for hours, in different positions and locations around her bedroom. By her count, they've broken a chaise lounge, several picture frames, a vase and possibly an ottoman. She's hopeful the beautiful antique vanity won't be harmed in their shenanigans.
Of course, she has it all on film. She now has more than enough ammunition to bring them down. The question is when should she do it? Annette had considered posting it the following morning then hightailing it back to the city to stay with her parents friends. However, something is holding her back. Not fear, necessarily, but some kind of reluctance. If she does this, it will an end of something and she's not sure she's ready to give it up yet.
Go ahead and ruin us, Kathryn taunts in her head. Then who will you have to play with?
Who indeed? She'll spend the rest of her summer bored out of her mind or worse fearful that the pair will retaliate somehow. She's had a front row seat to what they're capable of and she knows how they handle their enemies. Would it really be worth the collateral damage?
Feeling indecisive, she decides to forego her plan and sleep on it. She won't post the video. For now, at least, Kathryn and Sebastian will live to fuck another night.
Besides, there's always tomorrow.