With Voyeuristic Intention
Chapter 23:
A Sordid Collection of My Conquests
"Well, that sounds like an excellent plan Valmont. One question though, can I have your car after Kathryn murders you?"
Sebastian rolls his eyes at Blaine's melodramatics. Plucking a soft grey Phillip Lim suit from his closet he drawls into the receiver, "I'm disappointed in you Tuttle. I thought you had bigger balls than that. Don't tell me you're afraid of my darling stepsister?"
"Firstly," he huffs, "You know exactly how big my balls are sweetheart. You had them in your mouth not three weeks ago. Second, of course I'm terrified of that woman. Need I remind you what she did when she found out I was fucking what's-his-name?"
"I warned you not to mess around with Fredrick," he sighs, referring to Kathryn's former masseuse/part-time lover. "She's very attached to her toys and doesn't like to share."
"Yeah, no shit. Thanks to that deranged bitch I couldn't get laid for nearly two months. How the hell she managed to break into my grindr account and post all that shit is still a mystery."
"The devil works hard but Kathryn Merteuil works harder," he sighs, repeating their familiar refrain. Deciding on a pair of Italian lace-ups he heads out of the closet and lays his clothes out on the bed, inspecting them. "I would think you'd be all for seeing her knocked down a peg or six."
"Oh, trust me I am". Sebastian can hear the familiar sound of Blaine lighting up on the other end. "I just have my doubts you can pull it off and survive. She's going to rip you a new one when she finds out you stole her little black book."
"Maybe, maybe not." Chucking off his briefs, Sebastian walks over to the floor length mirror and admirers himself. "Something tells me she'll be too busy worshipping my cock to bother with revenge."
Blaine sputters out a cough, either on account of his smoke or Sebastian's statement. "How's that?"
"Because nothing gets my sis off more than when I behave like a rotten bastard. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner."
"Possibly because you like your balls where they are. So, the idea is if you sexual frustrate her enough, she'll break and admit you were right?"
"Yep"
"Christ. I've said it before and I'll say it again, you heteros love to complicate things. Just save yourself the trouble and fuck her already."
"Blaine, the trouble is half the fun. Trust me, it just makes it hotter in the end."
"Babe, an orgasm is an orgasm."
Sebastian smirks. "Not with Kathryn it isn't."
"Yeah, I'm not going to touch that one. I've said my peace, carry out your kinky sex games with the stepcunt, just don't come crying to me when she sets your wardrobe on fire or has you shipped off to a Vietnamese prison camp."
He rolls his eyes. "So, I take it you won't be attending the luncheon this afternoon?"
"Are you kidding? If I wasn't stuck in St. Tropez, dealing with mother's latest marital crisis I'd be there in a second. I'm sensing ample opportunity for high drama and humiliation. Make sure you record it—assuming you live to tell the tale of course."
"Don't worry about me," he sighs, heading into the bathroom to hop into the shower. "I have everything well in—oh fuck me."
Blaine's asking him what's wrong, but Sebastian's already checked out of the conversation. His attention is riveted to his shower. It's a large glass structure, the only modern design element in an otherwise Victorian style bathroom. Prior to picking out his clothes Sebastian had turned on the shower and left Beethoven symphony no.5 on blast. This was obviously a mistake as it allowed someone to sneak in undetected. Gee, he wonders who it could be taking advantage of his hot shower?
He takes his time crossing the bathroom, willing himself not to get hard. The room is filled with steam, and he can only vaguely make out his stepsister's enticing shape and dark hair through the glass. Sebastian throws open the door, ready to greet her with a smart remark only for it to die on his tongue at what he finds. The mysterious figure in his shower is indeed Kathryn, only she's not alone. Bookended on either side of her is Vivian and Bianca.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard.
Schooling his expression into one of cool indifference he slips into the shower with a roll of his eyes and drawls that familiar Macbeth refrain, "Double, double, toil and trouble."
"Fire burn and cauldron bubble." Kathryn greets him with her typical seductive smirk. "Morning."
"Morning," he parrots back, his gaze sliding over the delectable forms of all three women. They certainly were something, all vaguely similar with their dark hair, but very different on closer inspection. Vivian with her long limbs, big tits and freckled skin made a nice contrast to Bianca's olive skin and statuesque figure. By all accounts his stepsister should be the less impressive of the three given her petite figure and less than ample assets, but instead she is easily the crown jewel of the trifecta. Your eye can't help but be drawn to her. That goddamn perfect face of hers and that tight little body, her nipples already standing hard at attention with the water pouring down her full ass…
Fuck, get it together dickhead.
Slipping under the opposite shower head, acting as if it was a regular occurrence to find three beautiful girls sharing his shower, he asks, "Care to tell me what you three are doing in here?"
"Well, you weren't at breakfast," Kathryn explains turning around to give him a better view of her naked body.
"And it is the most important meal of the day," Bianca pipes in.
The three then titter like it's some private joke. He wonders if they were fooling around before he showed up. His dick starts to stir with interest at just the thought. It doesn't miss Kathryn's attention. Her smirk deepens. "I noticed Annette wasn't there either, trouble in paradise?"
"Has it occurred to you we might have spent the night together?"
"Doubtful, seeing as she hasn't left her room all night," Vivian replies.
Sebastian glares at her. Fucking traitor, he'll deal with her later.
Kathryn pours out some of his body wash on his loofa and uses it to wash Vivian's back. "Poor Sebastian," she mocks, "You must be awfully wound up. You should get some exercise, get a message, work off that excess tension. We could help you with that."
He smiles. "Now why would I want that when I have Annette?"
"That's true, how could we ever hope to compete with her?" Kathryn asks with mock solemnity before breaking into a salacious grin. "Oh wait, I know." Cupping Bianca's face, she draws the taller girl into a scorching kiss, while reaching backwards for Vivian who begins nuzzling Kathryn's neck and fondling her breasts. His sister arches into her touch, griding her ass back as the maid's groping grows my aggressive. She breaks away from Bianca's lips, eyes glazed and horny and half turns to find Vivian's mouth. As they make out, the reporter wastes no time latching on to her tits, hungrily sucking on them while her hand reaches around to paw Vivian's delectable ass.
And look he really wishes he had it in him to turn away and act indifferent, but he's only human and this is essentially every straight man's fantasy come true. Even for Sebastian, who has had his fair share of threesomes and even foursomes, this was something else. Fuck if they don't make a pretty picture. All that naked, wet skin and thrusting tongues and greedy hands.
He finds himself thinking about what Blaine said on the phone and he wonders if he had a point. Maybe all the mind games and bullshit weren't worth it. He wants to fuck Kathryn, he can do it right now, she's clearly offering it up. So, alright, she'll probably gloat for weeks and yeah, sure maybe she'll never truly view him as an equal. Does any of that really matter if he can get laid? Sebastian pictures fucking his stepsister up against that shower door while Vivian sucks his balls and Bianca fingers her ass and plays with her tits or maybe he'll take her from behind, watch her eat out Bianca…
Sebastian's so lost in his fantasy, he doesn't realize he's come to stand in front of them and his hands have found their way to Kathryn's waist, until his sister pulls away and looks up at him. No surprise, her expression is exceedingly smug. Something about it, snaps some sense into him.
"Ladies, do you think you can make yourselves scarce. I have to talk to my sister in private."
Bianca makes a frowny face then laughs lightly, "Sure thing." Taking Vivian by the hand she leads her out of the shower "Come on Viv, I have a toy for you to play with…"
Sebastian waits until they exit the bathroom before giving her his attention. "What did I tell you about acting like a desperate slut?"
Unfazed, Kathryn reaches out and strokes his hardon. "You don't really seem to have an issue with it."
She has a point. When she swipes a thumb over the sensitive head, he knows he has to flip the tables before he loses control and then it's game over.
Grabbing her by the wrists, Sebastian thrusts her backwards, pinning her to the shower wall. Kathryn releases a grunt of surprise. She gives a halfhearted fight against his hold. He's starting to suspect that his sister has a hidden kink for being restrained and makes a mental note to look into the matter further when their cold war has ended. At least she's no longer smirking.
"What exactly did you say to Annette about me making a sex tape of our first time?"
"Is she terribly upset?"
Sebastian squeezes her wrists a little harder. "She thinks I recorded us and plan to show it on the first day of school."
"I guess she's not as dumb as she looks."
"That was a low blow, sis. You crossed a line."
Distant amusement crowds her face as she retorts, "No such thing."
"We'll see about that."
Letting his gaze drift down her naked body, he eyes her tits. Sebastian's never really thought of himself as a breast man, but there's something about Kathryn's perky pair that just does it for him. A perfect little handful, topped with nipples that always seem to be standing at attention. Unable to resist throwing a little bit back to her, he leans down and bites one between his teeth.
"Ooh!" Kathryn cries out, bucking against him in surprise.
"You know, I forgot how sensitive your tits are. Remember when I made you cum just by sucking on them?"
Sebastian lets his teeth dig in a little, until he's sure it's quite painful before releasing her. He then tauntingly traces his tongue around her areola drawing a shiver followed by a hungry little whimper. Smiling, Sebastian moves to the other breast and repeats the action. "By the way," he tells her, "I have a surprise of my own in store. At the luncheon this afternoon."
"Philip will be there," she tells him, a warning in her tone.
"Huh," he remarks before biting down on her nipple harshly.
Kathryn releases a cry, her head tilted back. She makes quite the pretty picture. He nuzzles his nose against her cleavage. "You know, perhaps it's time we end this silly war," he muses.
His stepsister's eyes flash with interest. Sebastian looks upwards as if contemplating it before declaring, "Nahhh."
Kathryn's expression falls. Sebastian grins sadistically back at her then abruptly shoves her out the shower door. She lands on the hard Italian marble floor with a loud 'THWACK!'
"OW!" she looks up at him, hair wet and make-up smudged, with a look of unrestrained rage. It's deeply satisfying. "Oh, you are fucking dead assho—"
Slamming the shower door in her face he cuts off her rant. "That will teach you to enter someone's shower without asking!"
"Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Philip. Kathryn speaks very highly of you."
Prince Philip beams at the remark. "Oh, the pleasure is all mine Mr. Valmont. I've been an admirer of yours for quite some time."
"Please, call me Edward and anyone who can earn my daughters respect at the very least gets to call me by my first name." Her stepfather winks at her and she smiles.
She has to admit, when Edward chooses to, he can be one smooth mother fucker. Kathryn was initially weary about introducing the prince to her stepfather as he has a tendency to try to intimidate her dates. Given the fact that he's one of the richest men in the world, who on occasion likes to brag about his extensive hunting rifle collection, it isn't difficult. But he is being on his charming best with Philip. One less thing to worry about.
As the two men begin discussing soccer or some sport she could care less about, she let's her attention wander around the party. The luncheon that afternoon, a prerequisite tradition done every year before the fox hunt, is being hosted under two large white tents on the great lawn. Everyone is done up in their best crisp Ralph Lauren, sipping champagne and discussing the latest summer scandals (chief among them poor Sloan). However, the only thing Kathryn is interested in is spotting her stepbrother. His ominous little threat this morning has left her on edge.
Vivian suddenly struts over, offering up a platter of crudites. Her tits are nearly spilling out of her uniform as she smiles prettily at them. The little slut isn't wearing a bra and clearly, she isn't the only one who notices. Philip can't seem to tear his eyes away from her chest. Huh. Kathryn isn't particularly jealous, but she is curious if big tits are his secret fetish. She makes a mental note to look into it later. "Thank you, Vivien," she dismisses her with a smile. The maid gives a little nod and makes herself scarce.
"I must say, I'm surprised to see you Americans engaging in fox hunting," Philip remarks to her stepfather. "I would think you'd lot find it too distasteful, what with the current political climate and all."
"Not at all! It is tradition after all. My families been holding this hunt since I was in nappies. I would never dream of letting a bunch of liberal tree huggers dictate our traditions."
"Tradition always trumps progress, isn't that right dad?" Sebastian comes sailing into the fray looking entirely too yummy is a crisp light gray suit and shades. He is of course exceedingly smug. Immediately Kathryn's back is up. He's most definitely up to something.
"Sebastian," Edward greets him with strained patients.
Ignoring the obvious warning in his tone to behave, he turns his sights on the prince and offers his hand, "Sebastian Valmont, you must me Tyler."
For fuck's sake.
Philip blinks in confusion before correction him, "Philip actually."
Swallowing her annoyance with him, Kathryn informs her stepbrother, "This is Prince Philip of Austria. We've been seeing each other this summer."
Turning to her, his shades sliding down his nose he murmurs loud enough for Philip to hear, "I thought your new boyfriend was named Tyler?"
He knows damn well it isn't. When Kathryn merely glares back at him, his lips quirk up in a brief grin before he turns to her boyfriend. "Oh well, my mistake. It's nice to meet you Phil."
The prince grimaces at the nickname but shakes his hand regardless. Kathryn shifts her weight, wondering what excuse she can give to get rid of her stepbrother. She winces. Her ass is still smarting from being shoved out of the shower. Unfortunately, it doesn't go unnoticed.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Philip asks.
"Yeah, it's nothing, I just took a tumble off my horse yesterday," she lies easily.
"Oh, Kathryn you should have told me. I can send for Dr. Horowitz on the chopper—"
"Daddy, I'm fine. There's no need, really."
Out of the corner of her eye she catches her stepbrother's amused expression. "You've got to be more careful sis." He discreetly pats her ass. "Perhaps you should sit the hunt out tomorrow."
"I'll be fine," she replies tightly.
"Philip, why don't we get a real drink over at the bar," Edward suggests leading him away. "I want to introduce you to a couple of people."
"Sure," he tells him, throwing a quick smile over his shoulder at her as they disappear into the crowd.
Once they're out of ear shot Sebastian asks, "How's your ass?"
"Eat a dick." She grabs a flute of champagne off a passing waiter's tray. "Where's Annette?"
His arrogance noticeably dimming he replies, "She has a headache."
Kathryn snickers. "I'd get used to hearing that if I were you. So, is your great scheme to act like a smug brat?"
"Kathryn, you wound me. My plan is a little more…invasive then that."
She tilts her head, examining him. "Meaning what?"
"You'll see." His gaze drifts past her and whatever he sees makes his face light up. "It doesn't look like you'll have to wait long."
Kathryn turns to see Philip returning and he's not alone. Walking beside him is Reggie, the Court clone she fucked on her way up to the estate and then ditched on the side of the road. Shit.
"Hey, look who I ran into at the bar," Philip tells her, appearing a little uneasy. It isn't hard to see why. Reggie looks keyed up. And coked up. Not a great combination. Double fuck.
Fixing her face in her best little debutante expression she greets her former lover, "Hey Reggie, nice to see you again, glad you could make it."
He actually snorts. "Yeah, that's why you haven't said a word to me since I got here. Well, I've been having a nice little chat with your boyfriend here. I think someone should warn him what he's getting into."
Grinning, Sebastian takes the half-drunk champagne flute out of her hand, downs it, then floats off, high off whatever havoc he's about to rain down on her. "Reggie, I don't understand," she tells him all false concern. "Are you okay? You look a little off."
"Don't try to gaslight me bitch. I know all your little tricks, 'kay? I think someone should inform princy poo what he's in for." She realizes with growing dread that he's a lot more drunk that she initially thought. Fantastic. Throwing an arm around Philip he slurs, "First of all, never get into a car with her. I don't care how tempting that pussy of hers is—"
"Hold on now," Philip huffs, shoving him off in irritation. "That's quite enough."
"Look man, I'm just trying to warn you. She's hot but psycho. Court warned me what a headcase you were—"
"Reggie that's enough," she tells him calmly. "You're drunk and I would hate for you to say something you'd regret, emotionally or legally," she says pointedly. You signed that NDA asshole, and you will abide by it.
She sees something flash in his eyes, and she knows he's at least a little afraid of her. Good. "I think you should leave."
"Leave? After you went out of your way to beg me to come today?"
Kathryn flinches. "I did no such thing."
"Well, your email says otherwise." Rolling his eyes he grumbles, "Whatever, I'm out of here." He taps Philip on the back as he departs. "It's your funeral bro."
Watching him walk away Philip asks, "What was all that about?"
Kathryn shakes her head. "I have no idea, he's obviously drunk. Honestly, I don't even know him that well, but—"
"Hey beautiful!" Kathryn looks up just as Paul, her 'daddy' stockbroker arrives and leans in to kiss her. Luckily its just on the cheek but he does very boldly grab her ass.
Shrugging out of his hold she greets him tensely. "Hello Paul. What are you doing here?"
"What do you think? Thanks for the apology, you're forgiven for the other night by the way." Grinning suggestively at her he adds, "I can't wait to see how you plan to make it up to me."
Trying to keep her cool she notices an irritated blonde standing across the room and huffs, "I believe your wife is looking for you."
"Shit," he hisses before ducking away.
Philip watches him leave with raised eyebrows. "Kathryn, am I missing something? Why are all these men coming up to you? Is this some kind of hazing ritual for your new boyfriend?"
"I'm not sure," she remarks distractedly, her gaze now on the party. Looking around she realizes with dawning terror that there are several familiar faces in the crowd. Not just familiar in the go to school with or socialize at party's sense. More like the, get naked and sweaty with sense. Everywhere she looks she sees a former lover. It's her nightmare come true.
There was Gregory, her guidance counselor she fucked at the beginning of junior year. There was Ainsley Hunter, the influencer she did a three way with over winter break. Two of her stepfather's former business associates. Even that townie she fucked last year who's name she couldn't remember with a gun to her head. How the hell would Sebastian even know about him?
Oh fuck, he found her book.
She zeroes in on him standing at the bar across the room. He's watching her with that serial killer gaze of his. Ignoring her boyfriend's questions, Kathryn brushes past him with a distracted, "I'll be back in a minute."
She charges up to her stepbrother, resisting the urge to smack that arrogant look off his face. "What the hell have you done?" she hisses quietly.
"Just exercising some much needed payback," he drawls. "You've been such a pain the ass lately with the whole Annette thing, I thought it was time I repaid the favor."
"You broke into my trunk and took my book?"
He smiles, louche and lazy as he sips his scotch and gazes out at the party. "Hmm, I might have also sent out a few emails and texts from you." Turning his gaze back on her he leans in close to her ear. "By the way, your trunk? Sis, you've been holding out on me. I had no idea you were such a freak."
Ignoring the taunt she demands, "What did you say to them?"
He shrugs. "Whatever it took." Returning his attention back to the party he smiles. "It seems Philip is making friends with Cass. You remember Cass, don't you Kathryn? The guy who came on your face, so you ruined his life."
"Shit"
"Should make for quite the eye opener."
He's saying something else, but she's already walking away. She'll deal with his ass later. Right now, she has to keep Philip from finding out any more unsavory details of her past. Kathryn makes a bee line over to them only to have someone stand in her path.
"Oh my god, Kathryn, I've been looking everywhere for you!"
It's Anna Scott, the conservative bible thumper who tried to run against her for student body president last year. Kathryn seduced her, then pawned her off on one of the full-time rug munchers at Manchester. Last she heard she was committing to Birkenstocks officially and becoming an atheist. Now rocking short purple hair and wearing a short Marc Jacobs dress, she throws her arms around her in a suffocating hug. Kathryn literally hasn't even looked at the girl in over a year.
Wiggling out of her embrace she greets her stiffly, "Hello Anna, nice to see you, but I have to—"
Ignoring her obvious disinterest in whatever this is, Anna pulls her back in, wrapping her arms around her waist. "I got your email and…it was the most beautiful thing. I-I didn't know you had feelings like that. I thought after last year, when you blew me off, that maybe I was the only one who…well, to hell with it. I love you too!"
Cupping Kathryn's cheek she leans in and kisses her. Kathryn immediately shoves her off. Glancing around she notices they've caught the attention of a few people. "Anna what the hell?" she hisses. "I don't know what you're talking about. I never sent you any letter."
The girl's expression falls. "But I thought you—"
"You thought wrong, someone was obviously playing a joke on you. I'm sorry, but if you'll excuse me."
She moves past her, ignoring her obvious pleas of confusion only to run smack into Philip. He looks a little frazzled and very confused. Before he can even open his mouth, she assures him, "Philip, I can explain."
Shaking his head he demands, "Kathryn what the hell is going on?"
Annette is on a mission. She throws a quick look over her shoulder, making sure no one is coming, before slipping into the bedroom. Honestly, she doesn't know why she's being so paranoid. Sebastian is her 'boyfriend' after all. It wouldn't be weird if someone saw her going into his room. Unless of course that someone happened to be Sebastian. He might have a few questions as to why she skipped out on the party in order to sneak into his room. Luckily, he is otherwise occupied at the moment.
The room is quiet, with the faint smell of Sebastian's cologne hanging in the air. The familiarity of it makes her pussy twitch and her skin prickle with want. She quickly admonishes herself remembering that the asshole put her in a sex tape and likely plans to use it against her.
Right, her mission.
Annette looks around the bedroom, searching for his laptop. Unlike most guys his age, Sebastian doesn't spend a lot of time online and has on numerous occasions expressed his dislike of technology. She called him a closet luddite and he didn't object. Despite this, he does own a laptop, which she finds idling on the bookshelf. Smiling, she takes it over to the bed. Having seen him log into it, she remembers his password and has no trouble getting in. Now, the question is, where's he hiding their video?
She searches through some of his files, not finding anything of interest at first. There is a shocking number of nude photos in his gallery, most of which she assumes he took himself. Thankful none of them are of her. She discovers a large cache of videos in one folder and grins. "Jackpot."
Not surprisingly, there is an obscene amount of footage here. It's shocking to her not only how many girls Sebastian's managed to sleep with, but the things he's gotten them to do. She can't imagine legitimate porn being much more explicit. There are also some surprisingly famous people on some of the videos: models, musicians, a very famous actress. Annette wonders if they all knew they were being filmed. Probably not.
She gets momentarily distracted by a video of some big breasted redhead riding Sebastian. It's in POV and feels much more vulgar. Her giant boobs are bouncing every which way as she bobs up and down on him. When his hand reaches into frame to squeeze and tease her nipples, the redhead tosses back her head and moans his name.
Annette is so engrossed in the video, she doesn't hear the person on the other side of the door until they're entering the room. Startled, she lets out a squeak and slams the laptop closed, only to release a sigh of relief when she sees its only Vivian. The pretty maid looks surprised to find her there, then amused. "Well, well, what are you doing in here? I thought you'd be down there with all the other assholes."
"I have a headache," she replies archly, opening the computer back up. Annette doesn't trust Vivien, but at the same time she kind of does. So far, she hasn't ratted her out. Gazing at the long list of files she asks, "What are you doing in here?"
"Hiding from my responsibilities," she says over her shoulder as she searches through the drawers off Sebastian's desk. "Sebastian's stash is always a lot more easy to find than Kathryn's. Ah hah!" Vivian emerges triumphant with a small baggy of white powder. She flops down on the bed behind Annette. "Want some?"
"No thanks I don't do cocaine."
"It's special K."
"Still no." Annette reclines on her side and looks over her shoulder as Vivian dips her finger into the baggy and snorts it off her nail. "I didn't think Sebastian was into that."
She snorts. "Of course he is, he's just not as flagrant about it as his sister is." Wiping her nose she asks, "What are you doing?"
Annette pauses, briefly considering whether to tell her or not before deciding, fuck it. "Kathryn kind of insinuated that Sebastian made a sex tape of us. He denies it of course, but I think it might be on here somewhere. Have you heard anything about it?"
She shakes her head. "No, but that doesn't mean anything. Kathryn's probably telling the truth." Leaning over her, Vivian rests her chin on her hip, staring at the screen. "I wonder if he ever tapped us."
"I don't see why not, he's got everyone else on here." Something then catches her eye, a familiar date on one of the thumbnails. She clicks on it only to let out an audible gasp at what she finds. It's Kathryn, laying naked in a bed, hair mused, make-up fucked off.
"Holy shit!" Vivian laughs, giddily bouncing behind her. "He tapped them! Turn it up, turn it up!"
Annette does as asked, her own gaze riveted to the screen. The camera jostles a moment, as if Sebastian is steading himself as he seems to straddle his stepsister. Kathryn's looking directly in the camera, her pretty features pinched in irritation. "Turn the camera off, freak."
Sebastian's voice drifts in, "Ah come on sis, it's for posterity."
"It's for your pervy collection. Turn it off."
"No one will ever see it. Consider it mutual assured destruction." She rolls her eyes but doesn't fight it, possibly because Sebastian distracts her by playing with her breasts. "You look too hot not to be recorded.
"You're an idiot."
The annoyance on her face soon melts into something else, as his hand dips lower. Kathryn's gaze loses focus when his hand begins playing with her pussy. The camera moves off Kathryn's face to show her cunt. Having never really seen one close up before, not even her own really, Annette blinks in surprise. Sebastian holds her open displaying the bright pink walls of her pussy. She watches fascinated as he pushes his fingers inside her slowly, while his thumb strums her clit.
"She really is something, isn't she?" Viv whispers at her ear.
Annette half turns to look at her, suddenly realizing she is very close and now gripping her thigh. Not considering it too closely, she looks back at the screen just as Kathryn releases a throaty moan. Sebastian darkly chuckles, "Ah sis, you're still so wet for it, aren't you?"
He removes his fingers, now glistening with moisture and brings them up to his stepsister's mouth where she sucks them clean while eye fucking the camera. This all feels so much more intimate than all the times she's spied on them in the past. Annette knows this was taken during their infamous night together, but she doesn't recognize it. It must have been later that night after she stopped filming.
Releasing his fingers with a wet pop, Kathryn orders, "Put the phone down and come fuck me."
"Why can't I do both? Roll over."
Annette's breath becomes more ragged as she petite brunette does as ordered. The camera zooms out, then focuses on her ass. Sebastian rubs and squeezes it before spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her butthole and pussy. He plays with it, earning another whimper from her. Then Sebastian's cock comes into frame. Holding it in one hand, he rubs it along her crack, teasing her, until Kathryn groans, "Fuck, just put it in me already."
"Where?"
"Dealer's choice."
He sniggers, guiding himself down her crack to her pussy. Sebastian enters her at a glacial pace, he's clearly savoring every second of it. Impatient as always, Kathryn pushes back against him, only to have her stepbrother press a hand to the back of her neck ordering, "Stay." Pinning her to the mattress, he thrusts all the way in until he's flush against her ass. "Fuccckkkkkk," Sebastian groans, "Christ, how are you still this tight? I've fucked you half a dozen times tonight." She must squeeze him internally because he releases another whimper before laughing, "Okay, now you're just showing off."
He begins fucking her then and Annette is absolutely mesmerized by it. "You like watching them, don't you?" Vivian murmurs against her ear, stating the obvious. "Does it get you off?"
When Annette doesn't reply, she slips a hand under her dress. Annette jumps when she feels her fingers tease against her panties. "What are you…?"
"Ah, come on. You telling me this isn't making you horny as fuck? Look at them, his own sister and he can't get enough of her." Vivian's tricky digits push past the elastic of her panties and begin stroking her folds. Annette let's out a cry. It feels amazing but she can't ignore that a part of her brain screaming how wrong this is. She grabs at her wrist but doesn't push her away. The maid's fingers breech her opening. "You want me to stop or what?"
Of course, you don't want her to stop, the Kathryn who lives in her head purrs. Tell that bitch to make you cum.
Annette half turns, surprised to find her so close. Vivian's ridiculously beautiful, weird she never paid attention to that before. Annette can feel the words form on her tongue, an objection to stop, she's not like that, get off her. Instead, she finds herself closing the distance between them, her mouth crashing against the other woman's pouty lips. Annette surprises herself with how aggressively she kisses her, like that time Kathryn demanded she kiss her for real. Vivian's mouth easily yields to her, her tongue slithering teasingly against her own.
Suddenly, everything's happening so fast. The next thing she knows, she's on her back with the maid on top of her while Kathryn moans in the background. Vivian pulls back briefly, just long enough to unbutton the top part of her uniform. Taking Annette's hand, she places it inside her shirt and orders huskily, "Play with my titties."
Annette doesn't need to be told twice. She greedily squeezes one of her firm melons. Her hand is overwhelmed with the amount of flesh. Her tits are a lot bigger than Kathryn's but definitely not as perky. Vivian begins kissing her again, while her hand tugs impatiently at her panties. They only get about halfway down her legs. Annette doesn't notice, she's too preoccupied with the other girl's fingers in her cunt. She fucks her with two digits quickly while her thumb teases her clit. Annette hips rotate in tight needy circles as she feels up the brunette. God, since when do breasts turn her on so much?
"Fuck, you're so tight and you're dripping down my fingers. No wonder they want this pussy so badly," Vivian husks against her ear before running her tongue over Annette's lips. "You can still watch if you want."
This might be one of the strangest moments of her life, Annette thinks absently as her gaze returns to the screen. Kathryn is laying on her back now and Sebastian is fucking her considerably harder, one hand gripping her around the neck as he pounds into her and Kathryn cries for more, harder, fuck yeah right there give it to me ahhhhh.
Annette finds herself mimicking her. "Fuck…yes, yes…harder…please…" Her words become a gasp, when Vivien unexpectedly ducks down and puts her mouth on her. Immediately her hips buck harder at the sensation. Sebastian really likes giving head and she of course is more than happy to let him, but this felt different somehow. Hotter, more taboo. Vivien wiggles her tongue against her swollen clit while her fingers continue to fuck her hard.
Then it's happening, she can't help it. She glances down at the dark, silky head of hair between her legs and suddenly she's picturing a different brunette getting her off. She imagines it's Kathryn eating her out and just the thought sends her hurtling towards her orgasm. Reaching down she grabs a fistful of Vivian's hair and bucks into her mouth at the same time Kathryn comes on screen, wailing and cursing her stepbrother's name. Almost simultaneously, Sebastian comes as well, jerking out of her and then erupting all over her breasts. That sight alone is enough to make Annette teeter off the edge. She comes with a pained wail, jerking and squirming against Vivian's mouth.
She lays there, panting, coming back to herself as the video shut off. Vivian sits up, wiping her mouth and then shimming out of her panties. Annette thinks she wants her to return the favor and she's surprisingly amenable to the idea. She watches transfixed as Vivian pushes her uniform up her hips then straddles Annette's stomach. Taking her hand once again she guides it to her cunt. "Fuck me with your fingers," she orders. She doesn't need much more further instruction.
She's never done this before of course, but Annette has always been a quick study. Between her experience with Sebastian and all the many hours of masturbation she's put in this summer she's more than confident she's up to the task. She marvels at how wet the other girl is as she spreads the folds of her sex apart and then slips a finger inside her. Annette does a few experimental thrusts before adding a second. Vivian tosses back her head and groans as she begins fucking herself on her fingers. Annette watches her transfixed as she rolls her hips, grinding down. It surprises her how much she's enjoying this, fingering this strange woman she barely knows.
It's fun, isn't it slut?
Annette presses her fingers up, searching for her g-spot while Vivian rocks against her harder. Jerkily, she yanks the straps of Annette's tank top down her shoulders and pulls her breast out of her bra. She plucks and rubs her nipples, causing Annette's hand to fuck her harder. The feel of her pussy squeezing around her fingers makes her own cunt twitch with need. Goddamn.
Almost on instinct Annette, lunges forward and grabbing the other girl's waist, she presses her face against her cunt and begins lapping at her clit. "Oh, shit, yeah that's it," Vivian cries. "Fuck, suck it."
Doing as asked, Annette sucks the little nubbin between her lips and sucks it. Vivian bucks against her mouth, rocking on her fingers like crazy. She feels her pussy pulse and tighten, and she knows she's coming even before she starts wailing loud enough to wake the dead. Thank God everyone was at that party.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Vivian cries clutching Annette's head to the point of pain before finally sagging into her lap, twitching with little aftershocks. She leans in and kisses her briefly then rolls on to her back. Annette licks her lips, still tasting her on her tongue. It's not bad, she kind of likes it actually.
Sagging back to the mattress, Annette stares up at the ceiling feeling absolutely befuddled. "Well, that was…unexpected."
"Get your hand off my ass," Kathryn growls at Gregory, her former guidance counselor, "Unless you'd like your wife to hear exactly where I let you put it last semester."
The man immediately retracts his hand, before quickly scurrying away in fear. Good call asshole. She's been dealing with this shit all afternoon, men (and a few woman) have been coming at her nonstop, faces from the past she had long since written off, now demanding her attention. It's annoying, not to mention embarrassing. She's already gotten a few odd looks from some of the more high-profile guests of the party. Luckily, nobody has really caught on to what's really going on.
Mostly though she's spent most of the day trying to keep her former lovers from Philip. It hasn't been easy, some of them have been especially brazen. Thankfully, at the moment, her stepfather is keeping him busy. They've gone off to smoke cigars with some of his business associates (none of whom she's fucked). Kathryn takes the moment to discreetly grab a drink at the bar. She's chugging down her scotch and soda when she looks up and notices Sebastian leaving the party, most likely to join his father and others inside. He's been watching her all afternoon but every time she tries to approach him, he miraculously disappears. Well, he wasn't running away from her this time. Slamming her empty drink back down on the bar, Kathryn tears out of the party, intent on ripping her stepbrother a new one
As she storms back to the house her body is practically radiating with rage but that's not the all-consuming emotion that's guiding her. The heat that's been gathering in her belly since she realized what Sebastian had done has become a four-alarm fire. Her pussy is pulsing with need and her panties are sticking to her most uncomfortably. Yes, despite the fact that Valmont just threw a rather large grenade into her lap, she very much wants to fuck him. The sad, twisted truth of the matter is that Sebastian is never more attractive to her than when he's being a malicious asshole. And she suspects he damn well knows it.
She enters the house just in time to see Sebastian heading down one of the long corridors towards the library. Deciding to cut him off at the pass, Kathryn cuts through the sunroom and her late uncle's study, pausing briefly when she notices a shiny, sharp stainless steel letter opener. Snatching it, she decides she's going to sit on his face and after she cums she's going to shove it into his thigh. That mother fucker is going to bleed if it's the last thing she does. Kathryn exits the den only to find her stepbrother is down at the end of the hall.
Kathryn's charging towards him when Bianca suddenly pops out of one of the rooms. The grin on her face quickly falls when she catches Kathryn's furious expression then notices the letter opener clutched in her fist. When she glances over her shoulder at Sebastian heading down the hall, Bianca quickly grabs her and shoves her into the nearest room.
Leaning against the closed door she lets out an incredulous laugh. "Kathryn, what the fuck?"
"Let me out," she orders tensely.
"Uh no, you look seriously crazy right now." Crossing her arms to her ample chest she steps towards her examining her face. "Not to mention to have horny eyes. What's up?"
"I'm going to go slaughter Valmont."
"What has he done now?"
Kathryn regards her with disbelief. "Are you serious? Have you not been paying attention to what's been going on out there?" When the beauty merely shrugs, she rolls her eyes and explains, "My fuckwit brother decided to invite a sordid collection of my conquests to the party this afternoon. He contacted most of them pretending to be me, claiming I'm either super hard up or in love with them. I've been fending off sexual assaults and verbal attacks all afternoon."
"Shit, is that what's been going on?" Looking off in thought she adds absently, "I just assumed someone spiked the food with molly again."
"How the hell do you have a Pulitzer for investigative journalism?" she demands irritably. "Did you fuck the committee or something?"
"Ha ha"
"Let me out."
Kathryn once again tries for the door, only to have Bianca pull her back. "I can't let you do that. Look, I agree what Sebastian did is fucked up, but if you go after him all pissed off and horny, you're just going to be giving him what he wants."
Kathryn stares her down for a moment, before conceding. As annoying as it is, she knows she's right. Storming after Sebastian will just be playing into his hand. Deciding to take a minute to get herself under control, she turns and slinks down onto one of the chesterfield couches. "Like you give a shit," she snipes petulantly. "I know you've been playing on his side."
"Only because I was trying to even the playing field." Bianca flops down beside her, throwing an arm over her shoulder. "You've been kicking his ass, I felt sorry for the guy."
"Yes, poor, poor Valmont."
"You want to beat Sebastian, you're going to have to be much more strategic." Reaching over Bianca takes the letter opener away, adding, "And less violent. Channel your anger. Hit him where he least expects it and above all else, don't let him see him getting to you."
Kathryn let's her head fall to Bianca's shoulder. "What would you do in my place?"
"Babe, I would never be in your place. I don't get off on these mind games like you two do." She laughs, "Truthfully, I would just forget the whole thing and fuck his brains out. Then, I'd call up my hot reporter friend and let her watch."
"Is that your endgame?"
"Perhaps," she laughs, caressing her hair. "Okay, you want my advice? Make him think he's won, let him think your guard is down, then sucker punch him."
Kathryn blinks up at her impressed. "Wow Binks, that's vicious."
"Well, you don't get to be Bianca Hart without a little bit of a calculating streak. Just promise me you won't be too brutal on the guy."
Cuddling up against her she allows herself a smile. "I make no guarantees."
"So, I take it you've never done that before?"
Annette is in the middle of putting her panties back on when she pauses and looks over at Vivian who's fixing her make-up she just fucked off. "Was it that obvious?"
She smiles. "No, of course not, you just look a little freaked out is all."
Is she freaked out? Yeah, a little, but probably not for the reasons Vivian assumes. Annette just had sex with her second partner. And that person is a girl. And that person isn't Kathryn Merteuil. It's too weird.
"I'm fine," she assures Vivian, as she tries to flatten the wrinkles they left in the duvet. If anything, Sebastian would probably be pleased to know it happened on his bed.
Ignoring her straightening, Vivien plops back down on the mattress. She plucks a cherry from the bowl on the nightside table. "It's no big deal," she assures her, popping the cherry in her mouth. "Being with a girl I mean. You'd probably do it in college at least once anyway." With a wry grin she adds, "Kathryn would shit twice and die if she found out I got to you first."
Panic grips her throat. "You can't tell anyone."
"Relax, you have nothing to worry about. I'm way too afraid of that sadistic bitch to let her know I stole her prize out from under her. No offense."
Annette waves it away. It says something that she can't even be bothered to be offended by comments like that anymore. Staring at the computer still sitting on the bed she frowns. "That video wasn't on there. Maybe Kathryn was lying after all?" she asks hopefully.
Vivian shakes her head. "I wouldn't count on it. Most likely it's on his phone or…"
"Or?"
"Or Kathryn has it, in which case—"
"I'm super fucked."
"I'd say so." Vivian slinks off the bed. "Look, word of advice? I know you want to chop his balls off but make up with Sebastian. If you want to find that video, you have to remain close to him. Keep him happy. You don't want him getting suspicious."
"So, you're telling me keep my friends close and my enemies closer?"
She shrugs as she heads for the door. "It's what Kathryn would do."
She isn't wrong.
"I better head back before the boss notices I'm gone. See ya later. This was…fun."
Annette smiles dryly as the maid makes her exit. As annoying as it is, she knows she's right. She can't keep hiding. It's time to get back in the game. At least long enough to find that video.
Leaving the bedroom, she has every intention of heading to the party and finding Sebastian. She's rather caught off guard when he finds her. "Annette," she hears his familiar baritone behind her and turns to find him coming up the hall behind her. She hopes he didn't notice her leave his room.
"Hey, I've been looking for you," she greets him with a smile.
"I've been with my father. Are you feeling better?"
Oh, right, her headache. "Yeah, I'm fine. Um, Sebastian I've been thinking, and I want to apologize." Pressing herself up against him, she ducks her head down as if sheepish and says, "I never should have believed your sister. Of course, you wouldn't make a tape like that. It was wrong of me to accuse you. Can you ever forgive me?"
The smug asshole gives her a condescending little nod. "I think I can do that." Cupping her cheek, he draws her mouth to his and gives her a sweet kiss. "Annette I would never do anything like that to you, I promise."
Yeah, for what that's worth.
"I know and I can't wait to make it up to you."
"Oh yeah?" He kisses her again, this time a little more aggressive. When he pulls back his expression is quizzical. "You taste oddly familiar. That a new lipstick?"
Shit.
Thinking fast she replies easily, "Um, yeah, you like it?"
"I do," he tells her, his gaze still a little suspicious.
Wanting to throw him off the scent, Annette wraps her arms around him exclaiming, "Oh I'm so happy this stupid fight is over with!" Drawing back, she cups his cheek and laughs. "And just think, when we're old and grey and sitting on our from porch surrounded by ten grandchildren, we'll laugh about this."
Sebastian's expression momentarily freezes, and she thinks she can practically see his balls draw up into himself. After a beat he forces a smile, "Yeah, you're…very wise."
Something tells her he's forgotten all about her lipstick. "Shall we head out to the party?"
"Yeah sure. How would you like to meet a prince?" Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he steers her down the hall. "I have a feeling he won't be around much longer…"
"You went too far this time Val."
Sebastian looks up from his journal just as Bianca flops down into the deck chair beside him. He's been enjoying the peace and quiet of the indoor pool, documenting recent events while indulging in some Nina Simone and one of Tuttle's legendary joints. He's vaguely annoyed to have the reporter intruding on his evening.
"You can never go too far," he drawls repeating his sisters earlier refrain. "Besides, you're the one who told me to play offense."
"Yeah, I meant for you to seduce her idiot, not invite all of her former sex partners to afternoon tea. That was seriously fucked."
"No, that was an act of sheer genius," she replies, toned clipped with irritation. "By the way, you're one to talk Judas. What was that this morning, showing up in my shower with those two sluts? I thought you were on my team?"
"For the last fucking time, I'm on no one's team! I just thought that maybe if you two finally fucked, you might end this silly feud or whatever is going on." Leaning over she takes his joint and takes a long drag, reclining back in the lounger. "I swear to god Val, you're the only guy I know who would willingly kick three hot girls out of your shower."
Sebastian steals the join back. "Babe, I'm the only guy you know who could get three hot girls in his shower."
"Have you seen Kathryn since the party?"
"No," he tells her, keeping his attention on his journal less she sees how uneasy that makes him. He half expected Kathryn to come at him, ranting and raving and swearing revenge. If she's being quiet that means she's plotting and a scheming Kathryn, is a dangerous Kathryn.
"You know she's ready to gnaw your balls off."
He grins. "Excellent."
"Well lucky for you, I managed to talk her down. She must be off with her prince someplace."
"Assuming he hasn't dumped her ass."
"Speaking of which, how goes it with the farm girl?"
"Things are good, I managed to repair some of the damage Kathryn did with her little foray into honesty. She now believes Kathryn made the whole thing up."
"And is she still planning on being the future Mrs. Valmont before she hits her twenties?"
"Yes, she mentioned something to me about growing old together surrounded by our ten grandbabies." Sebastian shivers. "I think I went temporarily sterile."
Bianca laughs. "I'm curious about something. Aren't you the least bit worried what this interview will do to your reputation when it's released next week? The infamous Sebastian Valmont admitting to being tamed by a woman."
"Oh please, we both know a taken man is catnip to women. Thanks to your little article, I'm going to spend most of the fall balls deep in the best pussy this city has to offer."
"Assuming of course you're not engaged by then."
He levels an unamused look at her. "Just saying, you better hope Kathryn breaks, before that little blonde breaks you."
"Nobody's going to break me."
"We'll see." Bianca gets up from her chair and stretches. Her short sweatshirt rises up and Sebastian's gaze lingers on her toned stomach. Like Pavlov's bells, his dick twitches with interest. "Well, I think I'm off to bed. Have to get up early for the hunt tomorrow."
"Want any company?"
She cocks a brow at the suggestion. "I thought you were too afraid of Kathryn finding out to risk it?"
He shrugs. "Something tells me my dear sis is a little too preoccupied at the moment picking up the pieces of her decimated relationship to worry about little old me. Come on, I have a few goodies I stole from Kathryn's sex trunk."
Bianca leans down and kisses his cheek. "Tempting, but I actually have other plans. Ring check?
"Of course." He's curious who these other plans involve, but he decides he's probably better off not knowing. Especially if it's with who he thinks it is.
Bianca heads to the door, calling over her shoulder, "Maybe you should see if the future Mrs. Valmont is interested in expanding her sexual horizons. Perhaps she has a few kinks you don't know about."
"I seriously doubt it," he mutters, returning his attention to his journal. Sebastian resumes his writing, getting lost in his own thoughts. He's almost to the end of his page when he hears the glass door swing open again. He smirks into his journal. "Change your mind?"
"About what?"
Sebastian's head shoots up when he realizes it isn't Bianca. It's Kathryn, looking decidedly a little worse for wear. She's wearing a black mini skirt, halter top and fuck me pumps that's she's teetering in. Her hair is mused and her make-up looks fucked-off and even half way across the room he can see the very prominent red under her nostrils. She's also clutching a bottle of Dom like it's a purse. It appears someone has been a very naughty girl. "Hey sis," he calls to her. "Rough night?"
"Go to hell," she grumbles with little bite, sinking down on the chair beside him.
"Where have you been?"
"Out," she spits petulantly.
"Philip. You should be happy to learn that he broke up with me. He said it wouldn't be proper for him to be associated with girl with such a colorful past. Asshole."
Sebastian doesn't bother to hide his amusement. "That's a shame. He seemed like such a nice guy."
Kathryn sneers at him taking another swig of her bottle. "Congratulations brother dear, you win. To the victor goes the spoils."
He let's his gaze drag over her. It annoys him to no end that even when she's high as a kite and drunk off her ass, he's still impossibly attracted to her. "And what do I win?"
"What do you want?"
Sebastian considers her a moment, then swings his legs over the side of the chair to lean in closer to her. "I want you to tell me the truth, was he awful in bed?"
"Do you really care about that?"
He stares at her silently before asking what he really wants to know. "Was he worth tossing me aside for?"
Kathryn looks back at him, her expression unreadable. She sits up in her chair and opens her mouth as if to say something then makes a face. "Ugh, what are we listening to?" His stepsister grabs for the remote and immediately changes the music to some hard rock song that makes his ears bleed.
Sebastian grabs for the remote. "Kathryn, turn this shit off."
She grins keeping the remote out of reach before throwing it in the pool. "Oops."
When he glares at her she throws her head back and cackles. God, he forgot what a pain in the ass she is when she's like this. Deciding his best bet is just to ignore her, he picks her journal back up and resumes his writing. A moment later he hears some rustling and looks up to see her pulling off her shirt. "What the hell are you doing?"
"It's so hot," she whines. "I'm going swimming."
"I don't think so"
Kathryn tosses her top behind her and that too ends up in the pool. "Why not?"
"Because I'm in no mood to rescue you from drowning," he dryly explains.
She snaps her own bra strap before drawing it down her shoulder. "How do you plan on stopping me?"
"You want me to give you another spanking?"
It's of course the absolute worst thing to say to her in that moment. Her dilated pupils darken with lust and she bites at her lip. "Now there's an idea."
"Go to bed Kathryn."
Ignoring him, she reaches over and grabs his journal. Flinging it aside, she climbs into his lap. "The game's over with, you won. You can fuck me now."
Oh great, they've come to the horny part of the evening. Sebastian's had enough experience with her like this to know it usually ends with her getting grabby. In the past he's never had a problem turning her down but now, after the summer they've had, he finds what little moral scruples he has about taking advantage of her in this condition, fading. It doesn't help when she starts whispering all matter of filthy things in his ear. "You can fuck me up the ass, as hard as you want. Then make me suck you off. I'll clean it up like a good little slut." Kathryn's hand rubs his dick, smiling when she feels him stiffen. "I'll even let you cum on my face."
He cocks a brow at that. "I thought you didn't allow that."
"Well, yeah, I don't let guys come inside me either, but you did, didn't you? Filled me up until it was spilling out of me. Running down my thighs…"
"Jesus, Kathryn, stop." He pushes her away and gets to his feet, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
Kathryn giggles, picking her bottle back up. "Hey Valmont, ever fuck a girl with a champagne bottle? I wonder how much of it you can fit inside me. Wanna find out?" She spreads her legs lewdly in invitation.
Shit, he needs to leave before he does something monumentally stupid. Scooping his journal up he tells her, "I'm out of here."
"Go ahead, run away. Maybe I'll go find Annette. Hey brother dear, what do you think Dorothy will do if she found out we were fucking?"
Sebastian freezes and slowly turns. Stalking back up to her he shakes his head. "You're not that stupid."
She gives a little shrug. "I mean she has to at least suspect at this point, right? If not, it would sure be a hell of a surprise. Oh my god, I wonder if she'd cry?" Her face breaks into a giant mischievous grin and she laughs back into her seat.
Goddammit. Kathryn in her right mind would never even consider doing something that monumentally stupid, but shit faced Kathryn? Yeah, she'd do it, she'd do it just to fuck with him. He's not so much worried about Annette breaking up with him, as he was her telling someone. That would most definitely be a problem.
Sitting down in front of her, he tries to get her to focus. Yanking the bottle out of her hand, Sebastian speaks slowly. "Kathryn, you can't tell Annette anything because it would severely fuck up both of our lives."
"Yeah, but, on the other hand it would be really funny."
"Oh, my fucking god," he groans. "You're not telling her anything, okay? I'll lock you in your fucking room if I have to."
"Okay," she shrugs pulling her phone out of her small purse. "I'll just text her then."
"No, no!" he snaps, trying to take the phone away from her. She bites at his hand, "OW!" Kathryn bursts into another round of giggles and he has to stop himself from back handing her. He realizes trying to reason with her is getting him nowhere, she's too far gone for that. Being an asshole is also moot. He'll have to coddle her.
"Kathryn, what do you want? More champagne, more drugs?"
"I want you to be nice"
"I am nice baby," he tells her with his most charming rascal grin.
"No, this kind of nice," she takes his hand and guides it under her skirt, pressing it to her cunt. She's soaking. Fuck.
He sighs. "Kathryn, you're wasted."
"So what?" She flicks her tongue over his lips. "Make me cum. Please?"
Sebastian considers it. He's always been pretty good about not taking advantage of her when she's like this. Maybe he'll sneak a peak of her tits or something, but he drew the line at going any further with her than she'd allow when she's sober. However, Kathryn is really putting him in a tight spot and perhaps if he gets her off, maybe it will settle her down or make her pass out or something. Worth a shot.
He lets out a loud exhale through his nose and sighs, "If I get you off, will you be a good girl and go straight to bed? No talking to Annette?"
Kathryn nods, grinning. "I want you to eat me out."
Sebastian rolls his eyes, despite the fact that the idea is making his dick sing. "Alright, lay back." For once she does as she's told, reclining back in the chair while he reaches under her skirt and tugs her flimsy panties off. Getting down on his knees, he pushes her skirt up around her waist and places her legs over his shoulders. His cock twitches with need when he eyes her pretty pink folds, already dripping. "You fuck anyone tonight?"
She shakes her head. "No, Philip wasn't interested. I'm too much of a dirty slut for him."
"You are a dirty slut," he agrees, slipping his fingers inside her. "You're my dirty slut."
"I am," she moans, grinding against his hand.
"Pull your bra down." Kathryn tugs the cups of her bra aside allowing her breasts to pop free. God fucking damnit. He fucks her pussy harder. "Now play with your titties like a good girl and show me how much you want this."
Her gaze darkens at his command. Smiling, as she rubs her breast with one hand and tugs her nipple with the other. "That's my girl," Sebastian praises before bending down to lick her cunt.
As soon as her taste hits his tongue he's groaning. Goddamn, how had he forgotten how good she tastes? Salty and musky and all Kathryn. She lets out a low cry, arching against the chair as he holds her open and licks into her snug little cunthole. "Sebastian," she whines, releasing one of her breasts, to latch out to his head. "Fuck…that's good."
He doesn't fuck around with drawing anything out. It's best to get her off quickly. He tongues her down hard while his thumb rubs gruffly at her clit like he knows she likes. Kathryn's hips buck against his mouth. "Oh god…fuck…more…ahhh…"
Sebastian replaces his tongue with his fingers, while his mouth nibbles at her clit. She's making the most pornographic sounds and her thighs are clasped tight against his head. He knows she's close. Reaching down he tugs at his own dick. Shit, maybe he'll fuck her after all. Take her upstairs, nail her proper, just to make sure she stays away from Annette until she sobers up.
And if he has to fuck her up the ass and come on her face, so be it.
Sebastian momentarily gets so lost in the fantasy of what he wants to do with her, that he loses his concentration. He also doesn't notice when someone else enters the room. Not until they're screaming at him that is.
"Sebastian, what the hell are you doing?!"
He jerks away from between his stepsister's legs to find his father staring down at him in horror. Sebastian gapes at him, unable to speak. He looks to Kathryn only to find she's passed out.
Oh, fuck.