With Voyeuristic Intention

A/N: I know it's been a minute since I've updated so here's a quick recap of where we left off:

After Kathryn and Sebastian finally did the deed, she shut down any further relationship between them in order to chase after a prince. When she got bored with the prince, she returned to Sebastian only to have him claim he's fallen in love with Annette for real. Kathryn didn't buy it, but he refused to admit otherwise until she admitted her prince was a dud in bed. A game of chicken commenced. Kathryn sent a mutual ex-lover of hers and Sebastian, Bianca Hart, to interview Annette about her beliefs in hopes of humiliating her. Sebastian stepped in and admitted publicly that he and Annette were in love—the one thing Annette asked him not to do. Sebastian refused Bianca's advances, realizing she was sent by Kathryn. Bianca advised Kathryn to seduce Annette away from Sebastian.

Chapter 21:

You Don't Get to Have All the Fun

Annette is out for blood.

Thanks to that egotistical jackass she had to spend the better part of an hour tactfully trying to explain to her parents about her 'relationship' with Sebastian. Needless to say, after having told her mother all about his awful reputation, they had some reservations and questions. Annette tried to 'talk around' their rather direct questions, but in the end, she was forced to do something she told herself she'd never resort to: she lies to her parents.

Despite her father's affair and his subsequent betrayal, she's always been honest with them. Even when she was little, she told them everything. However, there's no way she can tell them this. So, when her mother pointedly asks if she's in love with Sebastian she lies. "Yes, I am." There's a long pause after and she tries to fill the silence of the question she knows they're working up the nerve to ask, by listing all of Sebastian's good qualities. Only some of them are made up. He's so smart! He's so generous! He loves volunteer work! In the end, they never really ask her pointedly if she gave up her virginity, but she assures them that, "nothing has changed." Which in and of itself is a lie. She's very much not the same innocent girl from Kansas.

She ends the call with the promise that she'll talk to Trevor as soon as she can. Another lie. She talked to him last week and was very careful not to mention anything to him about Sebastian. That's a conversation she plans on holding off on as long as possible.

Annette hangs up with her parents feeling vaguely nauseous. She hides in her room for the rest of the night, claiming she has a headache. Meanwhile, she stews in her anger, luxuriating in it. After watching some dumb movie on cable, she gets an idea for revenge.

The following morning, she has her breakfast in the sunroom and waits for him to come find her. He doesn't keep her waiting long. "Annette!" he greets her with all the breathless drama of a long-lost love. Sebastian pulls her into a hug. "I'm so, so sorry about yesterday. I honestly didn't mean to open my mouth like that, I just wanted to—"

"Sebastian, it's okay," she assures him with a phony smile.

"No, it's not," he argues, clutching her arms, eyes wide and intense. "I was completely out of line and I'm so sorry. I tried to talk Bianca out of running it but—"

"There's no need. I'm happy you said what you did. Actually, I wanted to thank you."

He regards her with surprise, pulling back. "Wait, you're not angry?"

"Well, I was at first. I dreaded having to talk with my parents, but it turns out I worried over nothing. I told them everything and they couldn't be happier for us!"

"You—you told them everything?" he asks, clearly striving not to sound incredulous.

"Yes!" she exclaims, beaming brightly at him. "I told them that I am in love with the most wonderful, generous man and they said as long as I was happy that is all they cared about."

"Wow. Well, that's great. I told you it wouldn't be a big deal." He kisses her hand and adds, "It's always best to get these things out in the open."

He looks impossibly smug. No surprise there as this is what he wanted all along, to expose their relationship to the world so he can brag to everyone about bagging the headmaster's virgin daughter and get one up on his twisted sister. Annette can't wait to make him regret ever looking at her let alone making that stupid bet.

Running her hands up his arms she tells him, "Yes, you were so right. I had nothing to be nervous about. They should be arriving in a few weeks, and they can't wait to meet you!"

Sebastian's brows raise in surprise only to quickly relax. "And I can't wait to meet them," he lies smoothly all slick charm. "And thank them for raising such a wonderful daughter."

Gag. Annette brushes past him, busying herself with refilling her water glass when really, she just wants the opportunity to roll her eyes. "Of course, they had all sorts of questions. When did it happen? How long has this been going on? Have we set a date?"

"A date for what?"

"For the wedding of course."

Annette turns around in time to see the color drain out of Sebastian's face. His mouth opens and closes twice before he manages to get out, "W-what wedding?"

"Ours of course. I told them I'm thinking a spring ceremony would be nice." She lets him stew in shock for a moment before rushing up to him with a light laugh. "Sebastian relax, I'm just kidding."

He lets out a shaky laugh. "Oh Christ, you scared me for a minute."

Annette twines her arms around his neck. "I told them we were a few years away from that. I would like to graduate high school first."

"Well, I would hope so."

"But you know, I have been looking into it and Cornell does have housing for married couples or maybe we can get our own place. Plenty of privacy." She leans in a kisses him. He's stiff against her. Annette effects a frown. "What's wrong? Do you…do you not want that?"

"No, it's…I guess I hadn't thought, um that far ahead."

"But you do see us having a future together, don't you?"

"Of course," he says, pulling out of her arms. "It's just, you know, maybe down the road, after schools over and were done having a life."

Annette smiles with malicious glee as she watches him make a bee line for the bar and shakily pour out a rather large glass of scotch. She waits until he has a good mouth full before dropping, "I don't know, I always envisioned myself as a young mother."

Sebastian chokes on his drink before looking at her wide eyed. "You're not…?"

"No, of course not," she assures him. "But maybe soon, someday. I definitely want at least three to four kids. What about you?"

He wipes his mouth and shakes his head, looking for all the world like a bomb just went off. Poor baby. "I-I don't know. It's a little way off. Um, Annette, I thought you wanted to go to med school?"

She nods, "That was the plan, but lately, I think becoming a mother might become my real calling." Hugging him tightly from behind she exclaims, "I think you would make an amazing father!"

"That makes one of us," he mutters under his breath finishing off his drink.

"I have this girlfriend back in Kansas who got married out of high school and she's already pregnant with her first child. I have to admit I'm a little jealous."

"Why?" Sebastian turns around to face her. "Annette, this doesn't sound like you. What happened to the ambitious girl who wanted to solve all the world's problems and go into medicine? Now you want a shot gun wedding and saddled with a baby before you hit twenty?"

Anticipating this reaction, she jerks out of his arms and lets her lower lip tremble. "I'm sorry, I-I thought we wanted the same things. I thought you wanted me to be honest with you." She sniffles and looks away, "Maybe this is a mistake, us being together—"

"No!" He pulls her into his arms. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything. I just got a little overwhelmed. Of course, you're allowed to change your mind. I do envision a future for us, just, you know down the line. I want to enjoy our time together before we get bogged down by too many responsibilities." His gaze falls to the bridal magazines she strategically left out and he does a near full body shudder, before he looks back at her. "Don't you think so?"

She beams up at him, "Of course, you're so smart. I was just getting carried away. I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't," he lies, before pulling her into another hug. "Now, I'd like to make it up to you so we can do whatever you want today."

"Anything?"

He nods and once again she can't wait to make him regret it. "Okay, then I'd like to go to church service."

As expected, Sebastian's face comically falls. "Church? Since when do you attend church? I thought your family wasn't religious?"

"They aren't, not really. But lately, I don't know, I've been feeling so grateful for everything in my life and I'd really like to start attending. I've always wanted to become more spiritual, and I think this is a good opportunity."

"Um, sure we can go if you like."

"Great! And after I'd really like to volunteer at the homeless shelter down in Hells Kitchen." Panic consumes his boyishly handsome face, and it takes everything in Annette not to burst into laughter. "I know you don't really like volunteering, but just for today, do you think we could?"

"I…I guess," he gets out sounding pained.

"Thank you!" she bursts hugging him tightly. "And of course, we can't come empty handed so I've been gathering things we can donate when we arrive." Taking him by the arm she leads him to the foyer where several maids were loading boxes into one of the sedans out front. "Your aunt Helen of course donated some items and I—"

"Wait! Those are my suits!" he exclaims as one of the butlers carries an armful of his clothes to the car.

"Oh, I didn't think you'd mind. After all, you have so much, and they have so little."

Sebastian practically tries to grab them out of Fredricks arms. "But that's a custom Armani suit from Savile row! You can't just—"

"Sebastian it's just clothing," she laughs. "You can always get more. Now, come on, let's get going. Service starts in an hour, and I want to make sure we get a seat in the front pew!"

"Okay, on a scale from one to ten, how super fucked am I?"

Perched on a velvet wingback chair, with a furry white Pomeranian nestled in her lap, Bianca regards him with her usual detached amusement. "Aren't you being a tad melodramatic?"

Sebastian stops his frantic pacing and levels a look at her. "Binks, she's looking at wedding magazines and discussing family planning. Apparently, she's super eager to be a young mother—like right out of high school young. She wants at least four rug rats."

"I always thought you'd make an excellent daddy."

"This isn't funny. She's completely lost her fucking mind. You know what I did today? I volunteered at a homeless shelter in Hell's kitchen. Do you have any idea how rank those people are? And on top of that she forced me to donate my favorite suits!"

"Oh, now that is tragic. Look, I think the solution to your little problem is simple. Just break up with her."

"And give my sadistic stepsister the satisfaction? I don't think so."

Bianca's eyes narrow and a knowing smile spreads across her face as she asks, "Why does Kathryn care so much about your relationship with this girl?"

"She didn't tell you?"

She shrugs. "She only told me something about her 'knowing too much' and 'needing to have her eliminated'. I assume there's more to it."

Sebastian hesitates briefly over confiding any more details. She is a reporter after all, but then again, she's also discreet when it counts which is why he showed up on her doorstep that afternoon anyway. Blaine was off sunning himself in St. Tropez and he obviously couldn't tell Kathryn about Annette's decent into crazy town, less she laugh herself silly. Despite the fact that she is knowingly working for the enemy, he believes her when she told him she's neutral in their fight. Bianca Hart may be many things, but petty and vindictive aren't one of them.

So, he tells her about the bet and his subsequent successful seduction of Annette. "And what exactly did you win when you succeeded?"

"Let's just say Kathryn had to give me something I've been coveting for quite some time."

"So, anal?"

"Don't be gross," he scoffs with disgust, before breaking into a grin and adding, "She's my sister."

Bianca just shakes her head. "Uh huh. So, you obviously won the bet, what happened? What started this little tiff between you?"

Sebastian rolls his eyes. "It's too taxing to get into. I'll spare you the details, but needless to say, she refuses to admit when she is wrong and I'm showing her the errors of her ways."

"In other words, this innocent girl is just a conduit for your perverse sexual and psychological war with your stepsister."

"In a manner of speaking," he replies, as he lights up a cigarette.

The little dog jumps off her lap and Bianca gets to her feet. "I always knew you two were seriously twisted but I underestimated how deep your depravity ran."

"Thank you." She shakes her head at him as she goes over to the bar set up the credenza that lines the full length of her cavern like living room. Following after her, he takes her offered glass of whiskey and downs it. "Binks, what am I going to do?"

"Well, the way I see it handsome you got two options. Either you wait it out for Kathryn to break and hope your little friend tones down the crazy or you wave the white flag and bend the knee to Kathryn."

"No fucking way."

"Then you better pray Annette doesn't 'forget' to take her birth control."

"Fuck," he groans sagging against the arm of the sofa. Thinking back on Annette's behavior that day he remarks, "I don't understand what's gotten into her. She's normally so levelheaded and down to earth. Maybe I'm not in love with Annette, but I was fond of her. Until she decided to show off her crazy."

"Hmm, is it possible she's playing you? She did seem upset yesterday after the interview."

Sebastian snickers at the suggestion. "No way, Annette's not that girl. She actually believes in honesty and integrity and all that other useless crap. No, I think she was just keeping this part of herself under wraps until she got what she wanted. Namely my balls in her pocket."

Bianca snickers, "I never thought I'd see the day some chick got the better of you."

"Nobody gets the better of me."

"Funny, your sister told me the same thing the other day." She flashes a taunting grin and deliberately brushes against him as she refills her drink, her deliciously full backside rubbing against his cock. Almost on instinct his hands go to her waist and tug her back against him while his nose nuzzles her luscious hair that smells faintly of strawberries. Mostly because it's Bianca, but also, he's been fucking the same pussy for weeks now and he's desperate but something new. She laughs, all husky and wryly amused, "And here I thought you were no longer interested."

"That was when I suspected you were working for the enemy," he murmurs against her neck. "Are you still team Kathryn?"

"I told you, now that my debt to Kathryn has been paid, I no longer have a dog in this fight. Although, I wouldn't mind watching the two of you—oh! Fuck Valmont," she gasps when he snakes a hand down the front of her yoga pants and tugs at her pussy ring.

"I've been fantasizing about this fucking ring all night."

"Have you?" She grinds back against him, "Did you jerk off?"

"Maybe," he grunts, rubbing her pussy until she's soaking his hand.

"I must admit I've been curious…" she arches against him, letting her head rest on his shoulder as he works her over, "If you were as good as I remember."

Sebastian gives the little ring another tug earning a choked gasp from her then husks against her ear, "I'm better."

"Prove it"

He really had no intention of letting this go any further than a little pussy play. He'd get her all worked up then delight in denying her once again. However, his dick and his pride have other ideas.

Rather than walk out of there, Sebastian finds himself sinking to his knees, tugging her pants down on the way. She's already throwing her leg over his shoulder and bracing herself against the credenza. The familiar scent of her already has his mouth filling with saliva before he's even tasted her. And fuck, even her pussy is beautiful, all pink and shaven except for a slender landing trip.

Sebastian spreads her wide admiring her a moment before spitting right on her clit, once, twice, three times. Bianca's hips jump and she laughs. "Ah, baby you remembered."

"Hard to forget, you kinky bitch."

Grabbing him by the back of the head, she shoves his face against her weeping twat. He allows her to smother him briefly before taking back control. Gripping her hips he shoves her harshly into the table, pinning her there. "Behave," he orders, "Or I'll leave you here to drip all over the carpet."

She makes a kind of whimpering sound before doing as she's told. Sebastian rewards her by giving her exactly what she wants. Bianca likes to be teased initially, thigh sucking and gentle fingering, some light rimming until she trembling with the need for more. When her fingers start scratching at his scalp, he knows that's his cue to release the throttle and let her really have it. He eats her hard, fucking her roughly with three fingers, pressing tauntingly against her g-spot while his tongue flicks mercilessly at her clit. By the time he has her new toy between his teeth and he's tugging the little son of a bitch, Bianca is screeching so loudly that annoying dog of hers is yipping right along with her.

"Fuck…fuck…VAL…oh godddddd," she wails, clutching him to the point of pain as she begins to shake and come undone under his tongue. Her pussy twitches around his digits, squeezing his fingers so good he actually reaches down and tugs at his cock through his pants. Like everything else about her, Bianca has a perfect cum face. All joyful and flushed and gorgeous.

When she eventually stops shuddering, he pulls back, hand still on his dick as he watches her come back to herself. Running a hand through her hair she sighs, "Fuck you are as good as I remembered."

"Told you so."

She reaches down and rubs a thumb over his swollen mouth. "Almost as good as—"

"Don't even think of finishing that thought," she glowers. There's no fucking way Kathryn is better at eating pussy than him. He refuses to hear otherwise.

Bianca laughs, tugging him upwards and launching herself at him, kissing him hard and extravagantly. When he feels her go for his fly, he pulls back groaning. "I can't."

"Seriously?" she pants.

Pressing his forehead against hers he tells her, "She'll know."

"I won't tell her." She undoes his pants and shoves her hand in, wrapping around his cock.

"It doesn't matter," he manages to get out around a gasp. "I fuck you, Kathryn will know it. It's like a goddamn sixth sense with her."

Bianca pulls back meeting his stare. "Well then, we'll have to get creative. I think I have an idea, if you're up for it."

Sebastian pushes into her hand and laughs. "Babe, you should know by now, I'm always up for it."

"Planning for the big day?"

Annette looks up from the bridal magazine with a wry smile. "Hardly. What do you want Kathryn?"

Keeping her mask of pleasantness in place, Kathryn circles the chesterfield Annette is lounging on and sits on the coffee table in front of her. She's strategically chosen a more modest assemble: a black pinstripe suit tailored within an inch of its life. Subtle and sophisticated. The only hint of anything suggestive is the crimson satin bustier she's wearing under it. She's a perfect wolf in sheep's clothing.

Crossly her legs demurely she asks, "Have you seen Sebastian?"

"He went back to the city to take care of something for your father," she says, eyes back on her magazine.

Kathryn knows this of course, though she also knows he's not on any errand for his father and mostly likely off getting his dick sucked by one of his regulars. Good. She's been waiting all day to get Miss Seventeen magazine alone.

"I heard you two were volunteering in the city. However did you manage to talk my brother into that?"

"I didn't have to talk him into anything. He was happy to do it."

She seriously doubts that. She overheard Valmont throwing a shit fit when Hargrove announced she was donating some of his prized suites. The move was almost enough to make her like the blonde. Almost.

"Are you sure it didn't involve you getting on your knees in come capacity? You can tell me." Letting her fingers ghost against the other girl's bare knee she purrs suggestively, "It's just us girls."

Annette's head snaps up from the magazine, her wry grin replaced by a scowl. Jerking away she hisses with surprising venom, "You're disgusting. Unlike you Kathryn I don't have to degrade myself to get what I want." Rising to her feet she stomps past her.

Oh Dorothy, you're going to pay for that one.

Deciding to forgo her original plan, Kathryn decides a nastier approach in seducing the little bitch is called for. She'll show her degrading.

Taking a seat on the abandoned couch she lets the other girl get almost out of the room before calling out, "I never did hear, how did your interview go?"

Annette pauses on the threshold before swinging back around. Eyes blazing with confidence she tells her, "It went wonderful thank you. I'm sorry to report your pathetic little stunt didn't work."

Kathryn sighs. "I have no idea what you're going on about."

"Sure you don't. I know you arranged to have Bianca Hart interview me."

"Bianca Hart? I don't even know her." She pretends to be fixated on her manicure. "Sebastian's the one who was in love with her. I assume he told you about it."

Disappointingly enough, Annette doesn't so much as flinch. "Yes, I know all about their former relationship. I also know he's completely over it."

"Is that what he told you? Hmm, I guess that makes sense. I mean what interest would Sebastian have in a Pulitzer Prize winning, gorgeous badass like Bianca Hart when he has…" Kathryn let's her gaze travel unimpressed down the blonde before snickering meanly, "You."

Some of Annette's confidence visibly vanishes at the remark and Kathryn counts it as a win. Still the girl is nothing if not pugnacious. Arms crossed to her chest she huffs, "Whatever stupid game you're playing at Kathryn won't work. You can't make me feel insecure about my relationship with Sebastian. I know he loves me and there's nothing you can do about it."

There's a challenge if she ever heard one.

"I guess you're just too smart for me Annette," she drawls.

"God damn right I am."

Once again, she starts for the door and once again Kathryn calls out, "I hear from Aunt Helen your parents will be joining us soon."

"Yeah, what of it?" she growls over her shoulder.

"I can't wait to meet them!" She waits a beat as Annette stops and slowly turns around. "They sound just terrific and I'm sure they're dying to hear what you've been up to this summer."

The muscle in Annette's cheek twitches but she doesn't falter under the subtle threat. "Stay the hell away from my parents Kathryn."

She shrugs. "Well, that's going to be rather difficult given I am the student body president, and I will be working in close proximity to your father. I believe it's my sworn duty to inform him just what his precious angel's been doing with my naughty brother." Kathryn frowns and clucks her tongue, "It will just break his heart when he realizes you're no longer his innocent little girl and your manifesto is a total sham."

Annette's pretty little pout opens as she greats her threat with a mix of horror and disbelief before calling her bluff. "Go right ahead Kathryn, tell them whatever you like, they'll never believe you. It might come as a shock to you, but some people actually have healthy relationships with their parents. We don't have secrets from each other."

Kathryn has to stop herself from throwing her head back and chortling at that sanctimonious statement. Oh blondie, if you only knew. Thinking about that naughty piece of intel Blaine dug up about the Hargrove's, that she's sure their darling daughter knows nothing about, Kathryn's tempted to tell her but knows it will be a waste and better used to maximum effect later on. Instead, she merely answers her pronouncement with a sneer and, "Except for that time you walked in on daddy screwing his student, right?"

She blanches at the memory, likely kicking herself for confessing it to her in the first place. Edging closer to her, hands on hips Annette snarls, "You want to play this game? Fine Kathryn, go ahead tell my parents whatever crap you like but be aware I'll be doing the same. You can kiss your precious student body president position goodbye when my father finds out you're a psychotic coke-head who's slept with half the students and faculty at Manchester."

"Given your father's history, he might not object." Kathryn runs a suggestive hand down her chest.

For once Annette doesn't rise to the bait, merely shaking her head unimpressed. "My parents will never believe you over me. You can count on that."

"But will they believe you over everyone else?" Uncrossing her legs, she leans in just slightly as she addresses Annette with her soft-spoken debutante purr. "The thing about adults is Annette, they tend to believe other adults and let's face it, I have every single over thirty-year-old on the Upper East Side lining up to kiss my twat. Whose judgement do you think they're going to believe, mine or the girl willingly aligning herself with Manhattan's most notorious fuckboy? Face it princess, that reputation of yours hit the shitter as soon as you spread your legs for my brother. One word from me about your behavior and something tells me your parents won't be so understanding." Straightening up she smiles sweetly, "Of course, I could be convinced to keep quiet, given the right incentive."

Annette's eyes narrow. "What do you want Kathryn?"

"Come here."

The blonde stares at her for a long beat, likely considering her options before grudgingly dragging herself over. Rolling her eyes she huffs, "What?"

"Sit"

Annette goes to sit beside her, and she stops her. "Not there." Kathryn pats her lap.

The other girl lets out an incredulous laugh. "I don't think so."

"Okay then, enjoy your parents crushing disappointment then."

Her jaw clenches and she looks like she's trying desperately not to physically attack her. Swallowing her anger she growls, "Fine."

Annette goes to sit on her lap only for Kathryn to once again stop her. "Not like that." Taking her by the hips she guides her onto her lap in a straddle. Her big blue eyes go wide in her heart shaped face at the suggestive position. You're probably wishing you worn something more substantial than that flimsy sundress, huh Hargrove? Glancing down she notes with satisfaction that her dress has ridden up her thighs to an almost indecent height. Kathryn licks her lips. "Very nice."

Annette makes a distressed little noise in the back of her throat before trying fruitlessly to tug her dress back down. "God, I hate you," she grumbles.

"I care. Now, I want a kiss."

Not surprisingly she greets the request with an exasperated roll of the eyes before she leans in and gives her a brief, chaste peck on the lips. "Oh, you can do better than that" Kathryn chastises. "In fact, if memory serves, you have done better."

That familiar little crease forms between Annette's brows as she stares her down sullenly for a beat. She waits, mildly amused for another tantrum. She's honestly surprised when instead, she cups her face with both hands and draws her into what could only be labeled as a total panty melting kiss. Annette's mouth works against hers ardently, her tongue dancing teasingly with Kathryn's own, drawing a whimper of need that takes her by surprise.

When she finally releases her, Annette cocks a brow. "That what you're looking for?"

"Very nice," Kathryn praises. "I knew you had it in you."

Before she can volley back a retort, Kathryn grabs her by the back of the neck and resumes kissing her. Annette doesn't even pretend to put up a fight, her hands tangling in her hair as she unconsciously rocks further into her lap. "Just so you know," she pants between kisses. "I think you're pathetic and disgusting."

"Oh Hargrove, how did you know I was into dirty talk?" Kathryn runs her hand up her torso to grope her tit. When she pinches her taunt nipple Annette gasps and pulls back.

"I'm not going to have sex with you," she blurts out.

"Did I ask?" Kathryn counters, voice dripping with amusement.

"I'm serious Kathryn."

"Relax Hargrove, I would never dream of forcing you to. However, I would like to see you get off."

Annette worries her lip anxiously. "How?"

"Straddle my thigh," she instructs. The other girl reluctantly complies, shifting to sit on her left thigh. Almost immediately Kathryn's greeted by the heat and wetness of her cunt, guarded only by the flimsy material of her panties. "Mmm Hargrove, you're holding out on me. Tell me again how much you hate this."

Sneering at her the blonde starts to stand up only for Kathryn to hold her in place. "Grow up," she chastises her. "I'm doing you a favor. Would you rather I make you get down on your knees to get me off?" Annette swallows uneasily at the suggestion and she snickers. "That's what I thought. Now let's get on with it."

Once again a look of apprehension colors her face. "I'm not sure what you want…"

Kathryn rolls her eyes. Fucking virgins. This is why she leaves this shit to Valmont. Realizing being a bitch is getting her nowhere, she decides a softer approach is in order. Leaning in she teasingly draws her nose down Annette's clavicle followed by her tongue. "Do you remember that afternoon, on the sofa when we…?"

"Uh huh," she mutters softly, her hands coming to rest on Kathryn's shoulders.

"Remember when I did this?" Wrapping on arm around her trim waist to keep her in place, Kathryn shifted forward, her thigh pressing into the other girl's sex. Annette let's out a gasp, her grip on Kathryn tightening. The brunette grins. "Now, grind down against my leg."

She looks up to find Annette's eyes closed in concertation, her pink lips parted as she pants. Arms now wrapped around her neck the inexperienced girl begins to shift experimentally against her leg, her hips moving in small, tight circles. "Feel that heat gathering in your belly? Follow it," Kathryn instructs. "Forget everything else and just concentrate on the pleasure."

Annette's breathing becomes more labored the harder her hips work. Leaning in Kathryn places open mouthed kisses against her neck, gently sucking her delicate skin while her hand sinks down to grab a handful of her squirming ass. She whimpers, her hips speed up.

Curious how she'll react, Kathryn tugs open the buttons of her own jacket, exposing her cleavage pushed up to an almost obscene degree thanks to her corset. Annette's heavy-lidded gaze falls to her tits. "See something you like?"

"You wish," she huffs.

"You can touch them if you like."

She's genuinely shocked when Annette draws her hand down and tentatively touches her breasts, her thumb tracing over the swell of cleavage before molding it around her full tit. She squeezes a little experimentally before finding her gaze. "They're smaller than I would have thought."

Kathryn almost laughs at the bitchy retort. If she didn't hate the girl on principle, she might possibly like her. Smiling at the insult she leans in and flicks her tongue against her mouth. "But they get the job done, don't them?" Kathryn guides her back into a kiss. Annette eagerly returns it, her hips working harder, her hand still on her boob. Despite not have any intentions of getting off on this little rendezvous Kathryn nevertheless finds her own sex clench with need. Maybe she should have forced her to go down on her after all.

Needing to distract herself, Kathryn pulls away from Annette's mouth and turns her attention to her chest. She gropes her breast with much more aggressively than Annette did her own earning a moan of approval from Hargrove. When she rubs her thumb against her taunt nipple, she begins to ride her thigh harder. "Shit," she gasps.

"Starting to like this, Dorothy?"

"Fuck you"

"Not yet"

Kathryn ducks down and sucks her hard nip through the thin material of her sundress. Annette tosses her head back and moans. "Oh…oh…oh god…"

Squeezing her ass harder, Kathryn jerks her against her leg and sucks her other titty into her mouth. "Of fuck…shit…I'm…I'm so close…Jesus…"

"Cum for me baby," Kathryn husks against her breast before nipping it with her teeth.

What happens next, Kathryn couldn't have planned better if she tried. The ironic thing was she didn't plan it. It was an honest to God serendipitous mistake. Just as an orgasm begins to work its way through Annette's luscious body, the door of the parlor opens behind them, and Sebastian appears in the doorway.

Annette, of course, is completely oblivious to his presence at first, too lost in her own pleasure. Hands all over Kathryn's tits, Hargrove throws her head back as she rides her thigh like it was a prized stallion in the Kentucky derby. She comes with loud, enthusiastic cry of, "Oh fuck yes!"

Sebastian's mouth falls open in shock as he takes in the image of his precious girlfriend coming all over his sister's leg. Kathryn grins, unable to keep the glee from her face. Poor Annette doesn't realize they have company until Sebastian drops the mail in his hand. Her head jerks back and her face falls in horror as she gapes at her loving boyfriend. Kathryn leans in and whispers in her ear, "What was that you said about never degrading yourself?"

Annette's gaze flickers back at her briefly, her expression an exquisite mix of embarrassment and shock. Without a word she scurries off her lap and runs past her boyfriend, fleeing the room in humiliation. Drinking in her stepbrother's stupefied expression that seems to slowly be morphing to anger, a sly grin spreads across Kathryn's face.

"You don't get to have all the fun."

You would think walking in on a couple of beautiful girls lesbianing it up would be the highlight on his night, but sadly you'd be mistaken.

Look, it's not like he can't appreciate the visual. Annette and Kathryn, while equally unhinged, made a hot pair and under different circumstances, like if he wasn't in the middle of a psychosexual game of chicken with his demented stepsister, he might be tempted to join them. But the state of things being what they were, Sebastian can only view the scene as yet another strategic attack orchestrated by Benedict Bitch. What a fucking waste.

And to think he had been in such a good mood.

Thanks to Bianca, his earlier irritation with the Annette situation, was a long-forgotten memory. The older woman spent a better part of the afternoon expanding his sexual horizons in new and interesting ways, that left him deeply satisfied, if not a little sore. Sebastian arrived home that evening with the intent to spend the rest of the night soaking in the bath with a bottle of aged whiskey and some Faulkner only to walk in on his girlfriend humping his stepsister's leg like horny mutt. Jesus fucking Christ.

Not surprisingly, Annette is deeply embarrassed and refuses to talk to him. He spends a good hour trying to coax her out of her room before giving up. He knows jack shit about relationships (even fake ones) but he's pretty sure she should be the one apologizing to him for cheating, not the other way around. With that thought in mind, he decides to take his irritation out on his stepsister only to find the bitch has up and vanished.

"She went to meet Paul in the city," Vivian informs him when questioned.

"Who the fuck is Paul?"

"Her stockbroker guy. I think they're hooking up at your place."

So, his quiet night in with some good literature is forgotten in favor of driving all the way back to the city to interrupt his stepsister's evening. Hey, if he doesn't get to relax and enjoy himself, she sure as hell doesn't get to have her no doubt X-rated night of debauchery.

Sebastian hears them as soon as he steps off the elevator. When the gold platted doors open, he's greeted by Kathryn's high pitched musical shrieks of pleasure. She hadn't even bothered to dismiss half the staff. Someone's feeling brazen. Sebastian takes his time crossing the immense parlor, pausing momentarily to tickle the keys of the baby grand, to see if it might signal his arrival. If she notices she doesn't let on, her moaning doesn't cease for a second. He's fairly confident it's mostly theatrical, but as he nears the doors things take a decidedly less wholesome turn.

"Yeah baby, ride daddy's cock," a gruff, distinctly older male's voice orders.

"Daddy, it's too big! It's too big! Take it out daddy, it hurts. Please, I'll be a good girl for you," Kathryn whines in an obvious fake little girl voice.

"I can't do that baby girl. You've been a bad girl and daddy has to make sure you learned your lesson. Now take that cock like a good little slut."

"Yes daddy…oh god yes…"

Jesus Christ. What in amateur porn hell did he just walk in on? Deciding to forgo knocking, Sebastian throws the door open to find Kathryn on all fours getting railed from behind by some guy old enough to be her father. Well, nearly old enough. He's undoubtably attractive, all tousled brown hair, sinewy muscles that flex as he clutches his stepsister's waist and fucks into her deeply, but he imagines the guys not much more than a typical Wall Street dudebro. Case in point, when he's discovered balls deep in some twisted 'daddy' game with his underage sister, instead of fleeing in embarrassment he barks out, "What the fuck man?"

"My thoughts exactly," Sebastian drawls leaning against the doorway. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Get out Sebastian," Kathryn orders. He imagines she's trying to send him a haughty glare but it's not quite up to her usual standards thanks to the pigtails she's sporting.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. We need to discuss that stunt you pulled this afternoon." Glancing over at Mr. Wall Street he adds dismissively, "You can leave now."

"Yeah, I don't think so. We're kind of in the middle of something junior, fuck off."

Sebastian was really hoping they weren't going to have to go through the whole dick swinging rigmarole but clearly this asshole doesn't realize who he's dealing with. Sighing, Sebastian remarks blithely, "Before I do that, I think I should warn you that piece of ass you're fucking is underage."

To his surprise the guy doesn't even blink. "I don't see any cops here, do you?" Sneering at him the man resumes fucking his stepsister. "You're welcome to watch if you like. Maybe you'll learn a few things."

"I sincerely doubt that." Pushing off the door he wanders into the room and scoops up the man's discarded pants. Removing his wallet, Sebastian's not at all surprised to find a pic of a pretty blonde woman holding a toddler and a baby in her arms. "Nice family. Yours?" Sebastian pulls out his phone and snaps a pic of fornicating couple.

The man immediately stops and blanches when he sees what's in his hand. "Woah, woah, there's no need for that."

"Get the fuck out or I destroy your life."

Paul is already scurrying off his sister and into his clothes. "You're not going to send that, right?" he asks, voice quaking in fear. It's highly enjoyable.

"So long as you keep your hands off my sister."

The man jerks his head back at Kathryn, a look of disgust crowding his face. "Sister? Are you serious?"

"That's right daddy," Sebastian mocks.

"Jesus, this is so not worth is," he grumbles as he brushes past Valmont on his way to the door.

"Was that really necessary?" Kathryn sighs rolling onto her stomach. "I was right on the brink."

"You don't get to have all the fun," he mimics back to her.

She rolls her eyes as she goes to retrieve her cross idling on the ledge beside her bed. Sebastian flops down on the bed behind her, his gaze drinking in her body clad only in a deceptively innocent white bra and a plaid mini skirt so short her pert little ass cheeks were in danger of being exposed. Ignoring his ogling, Kathryn snorts a bump. "How's Annette?"

"I wouldn't know. She's too embarrassed to come out of her room." Despite the fact that he knows he's playing with fire, and he shouldn't be indulging, he can't resist walking two fingers up the back of his stepsister's legs towards her taunting backside. Conversationally he asks, "What exactly did you do to her anyway?"

"Nothing she didn't enjoy." Shooting him a sly smirk over her shoulder she adds, "Which you're well aware of."

Sebastian remembers the look of ecstasy on Annette's face as she came. Knowing Kathryn was behind him makes him equally furious and turned on. "Deranged slut"

"Oh please, she's the one who was humping my leg off. All it took was a little ass grabbing and titty sucking."

When his fingers reach the edge of her skirt, he mimics squeezing her ass, but resists doing the real thing. Still, looking can't hurt. Sebastian flips up the back of her skirt and what he finds makes him choke out a gasp. A pink bejeweled butt plug nestled securely between her plump cheeks glistens up at him. "Fuck me," he half groans at the sight of it.

"Oh right," Kathryn snickers softly. "I was in the middle of receiving my punishment. Care to take over?"

Get out. Get out. Get out now motherfucker.

Sebastian can't seem to make himself move. He stares entranced at that plug. Logically he knows he can't fuck her, it would mean admitting defeat, but that doesn't mean he can't have some fun and make her squirm in the process.

Without a word, Sebastian takes Kathryn's wrists in one hand and pins them to the mattress above her head. Holding himself over her, he runs his free hand over ass, luxuriating in her soft expanse of skin. Without warning he draws his hand back and spanks her hard enough to make his hand sting.

"Oh!" Kathryn cries out in surprise. "Fuck."

He doesn't have to ask if she likes it, he knows from their night together she gets off on this kind of thing. Switching hands, he smacks the other cheek just as hard. "Shit!" she squeal's, squirming against the mattress. When she rubs up against his throbbing bulge, he has to swallow his own groan.

"Stop squirming," he orders.

"Make me," she giggles mischievously before deliberately pressing back against him.

Sebastian spanks her again, leaving a nice pink handprint in his wake. Shit, she'll be bruised tomorrow. Maybe even have trouble sitting down. Starring at the toy lodged in her ass he thinks, he can make it so she most definitely won't be sitting all day tomorrow. He'll fuck that little ass so hard she'll be walking funny for a week…

SMACK!

Trying to distract himself he spanks her again, growling, "You're going to stay the fuck away from Annette."

"Am I?" she breathes. "What if she doesn't want me to stay away? I think she really enjoyed herself this afternoon. I barely touched her and look how she got off. It's enough to make one think she might not be getting her needs met. I think you might be dropping the ball brother dear." SMACK. "Ow! Fuck!

Sebastian, who was now all but on top of her, took a nip at the tender flesh of her neck as he squeezed her ass gruffly. "Take that back."

"Eat a dick."

She squirms under his hold and he knows she's likely dripping all over herself, eager to get off. Reaching between them he begins twisting the toy in her ass. Kathryn whines and withers beneath him. "What's wrong sis?" he taunts in her ear. "Do you have an itch in need of scratching?"

"Fuck," she gasps. "God, just…"

"Just what?"

"Touch me goddammit," she growls.

"I don't think so. After all, I do have a girlfriend who I love dearly."

"Then get the fuck off me"

"But we're not finished with your punishment yet."

Sebastian spanks her again, the sound reverberating loudly in the small alcove bed. He grinds his hardon against her ass and taunts, "It sucks, wanting what you can't have doesn't it?"

"I fucking hate you," she growls.

He drops a kiss on her shoulder as he continues to thrust against her. "Hate you too sis."

Kathryn fights against his hold though he suspects she doesn't really mind it. Sebastian twists the toy once more before pulling it out altogether. He intends to get up then and leave her like that, gapping and needy, but then he makes the mistake of looking down. All it takes it one little look at that red puckered opening, twitching with need and he's reaching for his fly.

I can fuck her he thinks, wrapping his fist around his pulsating stiffy, it doesn't have to mean I admit defeat. Sebastian tells himself he can fuck her up the ass and make it so she doesn't even get to cum, so really it's like he's just continuing the punishment. Instead of using his hand he's using his dick.

Yeah, even he doesn't buy that, but honestly, he doesn't really give a shit in that moment about their stupid psychological warfare. He just wants to fuck.

Kathryn must hear the rustle of his pants because her breathing becomes more rapid and she presses her backside into him, panting, "God, just put it in me already."

Really, he should be disgusted at the notion of sampling some douchebag's sloppy seconds. But this was Kathryn. Even fillet mignon that's been half eaten and left to idyl on some forgotten dinner plate is still fucking fillet mignon.

Sebastian's jerking his cock free and lining himself up with her twitching asshole. He's about to take the plunge when he hears it. The last voice on earth he wants to hear when he's about to sodomize his sister.

"Sebastian! You home son?"

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Sebastian freezes in fear and draws back from his stepsister who whips around to stare at him. The look of horror on Kathryn's face is no doubt mirroring his own. "It can't be…" she hisses lowly.

"He couldn't have—"

"Sebastian! Kathryn! Kids, are you home?"

"Fuck!" they both mouth before scurrying back into their clothes. Sebastian jumps off the bed and hurriedly zips up his fly, not an easy maneuver when you're rocking a hardon, heavy enough to shatter glass. He shoots a worried look at the door which wasn't locked but at least was closed thanks to the pervert stockbroker.

"Don't let him see you leave my room," Kathryn hisses.

"Yeah, no shit"

Sebastian does his best to will his erection away. Thankfully, the prospect of getting caught defiling his stepsister by his father is enough to take the wind out of his sails so to speak. Quietly, he sneaks out of the bedroom. He catches his father, down the hall in the parlor with his back to him. When he's a fair distance away from Kathryn's room he calls out, "Hey Dad!"

"Hey kiddo, Roger told me you were home," he greets him in his typical jovial manner before pulling him into a hug. "How's it going? I didn't interrupt anything did I?" He shoots a look down the hall at his bedroom and waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"No, I was just reading. What are you doing here dad? Is Tiffany with you?" His gaze sweeps the room half expecting to find his evil stepmother loitering in a corner somewhere with her ever present martini.

"Your stepmother's still in Bali," he explains.

"Oh, please tell me there's trouble in paradise. Are we finally going to be rid of the Merteuil curse?"

"Nothing of the kind, I just had something to take care of here."

Sebastian assumes that's code for boning his bimbo on the side. Gross.

"Hey, I thought you were spending the summer at the estate?"

"I had something to take care of here," he mimics back.

Edward shoots him an unimpressed look. "Where's your sister?"

Before he can fumble an excuse Kathryn chirps behind him, "Hey daddy! Welcome home."

"There's my princess!" Sebastian watches in disgust as she sails past him and into his father's warm embrace.

Kathryn's relationship with his father always deeply disturbed him. He used to worry it was secretly sexual but thankfully that didn't seem to be the case. His father just always wanted a daughter to coddle and spoil, and Kathryn was more than happy to play that roll if it got her whatever she asked for, which it usually did. It was because of this twisted 'bond' that his father was so adamant Sebastian not even think about touching her.

"Oh daddy I missed you so much!" Kathryn coos with false sweetness.

"Me too! And hey, look what I got you from Bali." Edward pulls out a velvet jewelry box from his coat. "I hope you like it."

She opens the box and lets out a squeal. "Oh my god! It's beautiful." It's an emerald drop necklace that no doubt cost his father a small fortune. Kathryn hugs him. "Thank you daddy, but you didn't have to!"

"Nonsense, what's money for if not to spoil your children. Your mother and I are so proud of all the hard work you put in this year at school."

Sebastian rolls his eyes so hard they threaten to fall out of his head. Flopping down on the couch he calls out, "I don't suppose you brought something back for your actual child."

"Sure I did, my foot in your ass." Turning to him with ire he bellows, "I could kill you for that stunt you pulled with your therapists' daughter. You know that Greenbaum broad is threatening a lawsuit. We're going to be up to our ears in litigation."

"She was over charging!"

Edward glares back at him unamused. "Why can't you be more like your sister?"

"Stepsister."

Wrapping an arm around her he asks, "Would it kill you to act a little bit more like Kathryn?"

Thinking about the scene he walked in on earlier he remarks, "Yeah, it just might."

Shooting him a condescending grin Kathryn speaks up, "Now daddy it's not Sebastian's fault he acts the way he does. He can't help it that he's a fuck up."

Sebastian flips her off.

"Now, none of that. I had hoped you two would have spent the summer working on getting along. Like it or not your family and I'd like to see you get along as such."

Kathryn fakes a look of contrition. "I'm sorry Daddy. I'll behave."

"Yeah, you wouldn't want daddy to have to punish you," Sebastian remarks shooting her a suggestive look behind his father's back. It's immensely satisfying when Kathryn's eyes go wide in alarm at the remark. Thankfully it goes over his father's head.

"So dad, how long are you staying this time?" he asks.

"About a week. Actually, I'm thinking of joining you two at the estate. The foxhunt is this weekend, it should be fun."

The stepsiblings share an uneasy look at the prospect of having to contend with Edward for a whole week. They both know what this means. No more illicit touching, no more naughty games. No more anything.

With little enthusiasm they answer in unison, "Great."

Fuck.