With Voyeuristic Intention

Chapter 28:

Bonjour Monsieur Valmont

"Which one?"

Sebastian looks up from his phone to find his stepsister standing before him with two sex toys in her hand. In the left, a long, flesh colored double ended dildo. In the right, a six-inch strap on with a black silicone cock. "You do know the party will provide toys, don't you?"

Kathryn shoots him a look. "Yes, but I know where all my toys have been."

"Whatever. Can you just hurry up?" He glances down at his Patek Philippe watch and groans. "We're going to be late Kathryn."

"Late for what? We're flying private and the party isn't until tomorrow." Shoving both toys into her bag she sighs, "Sebastian don't make me regret agreeing to go to this. Your obsessive compulsiveness about this party was amusing at first, but now you're just getting on my nerves. Chill the fuck out."

Currently sprawled across the sofa, he rolls over to a sitting position and huffs indignantly, "I am not obsessing."

"Oh yeah? We haven't fucked since the night of Court's party because you want to conserve your sexual energy. You've gone running every day this week despite the fact that I've never once seen you step foot inside a gym, and you've spent all week studying the Kama Sutra like it's an SAT prep course." Kathryn pauses in her packing to shake her head at him. "I swear to god, if you put even an ounce of this much effort into anything else in your life, you might actually be successful at something other than being Manhattans favorite fuckboy."

Sebastian glares at her, unamused by her little diatribe. Is he overdoing it with all the pre-game prep? Perhaps, but the Les Liaisons Dangereuses is his Superbowl and Kathryn of all people should appreciate that. So yes, he has been working out, eating right and planning accordingly. He hasn't fucked all week, just allowing himself one morning jerk off session so he wouldn't be hard up. And yes, he's bought a new suit, and plotted everything up to the party till the minute, but that's not obsessive. It's just good strategizing.

"Thanks sis," he quips sarcastically, "But if I want advice from a coke whore I'll call—"

"Your mother?"

With a taunting grin she heads into the closet. Watching her, Sebastian wonders if he'll regret bringing Kathryn. He doesn't need her bitchy mouth bringing him down all weekend. However, when he sees her bend over to retrieve something on the floor and her panties peak out of the very short dress she's wearing, his dick sings with need, and he remembers just why he was so eager to invite her along. Kathryn is wearing a deceptively modest black dress—long sleeve, high collar—but it has a short, pleated skirt and she's accessorized it with knee high black boots. He imagines flipping up the back of that dress and fucking her until she remembers just how much she enjoys that 'fuckboy' reputation of his.

Sebastian palms his half-hard cock and winces. Shit. Maybe he shouldn't have been so insistent they not fuck before the party.

Before he can dwell on it, Kathryn comes sailing back into the room. "Speaking of your mother, does she know she's working as your alibi for this trip?"

He shakes his head. "She's in Madrid until September and she and my father haven't been on speaking terms since he sliced her alimony in half, so I should be good. You?"

"I don't need an alibi Valmont, the parentals trust me," she tuts. "But if anyone asks, I'm visiting Philip."

Sebastian's about to make a quip about her limp dick boyfriend when Vivien arrives announcing, "Your bags are in the car." Smiling prettily at him she asks coquettishly, "Are you sure you don't need a third for the party? I make an excellent wing woman."

"I'm sure you do." He kisses her cheek. "Sorry, maybe next time."

She smiles easily and wishes them good luck. After she leaves Kathryn shoves her bag into his chest irritably. "You told her where we're going?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

"I don't know, call me crazy, but I think maybe it's a good idea not to tell the help that you're attending an orgy with your sister," Kathryn hisses under her breath as they exit the room.

Sebastian rolls his eyes at her paranoia. "It's Vivien. She's not going to tell anyone."

"Why, because she's so loyal to your dick?"

"Because she has no need to rat us out."

"She has no need to keep our secrets either." Sighing as she pauses to check her reflection in a hallway mirror, Kathryn says, "I'm just saying, maybe stop sharing every ounce of intel with the mouthy maid."

Sebastian wants to argue this, because he pretty much always wants to argue with her, but he knows she has a point. Vivien has no reason to remain loyal to them or keep their secrets (outside of the standard NDA all employees of his family must sign). He wonders if that's what's really bothering his stepsister or if she's just resentful of him confiding in someone other than her. Especially a female someone.

"You know what I think? This has nothing to…"

Sebastian trails off when they head down the staircase and he notices Annette waiting below. Kathryn grins. "Oh, she's come to see you off. How sweet!"

"Shut it."

As they reach the landing Annette turns to greet him with a soft smile. "Hey."

"Hello"

"Annette, I'm so sad to hear you won't be joining us," Kathryn simpers with fake distress. "Are you sure you won't change your mind and come along?"

The bitch knows damn well he never invited Annette, rather he told her he was obligated to visit his mother as he hadn't seen her all summer. Annette had taken the news surprisingly well. She hadn't pouted or cried or gotten mad at him for not asking her along. She just told him to have a nice time and be safe.

Even now, she takes Kathryn's cunt like behavior in stride. With a knowing smile she replies, "Yes, I'm sure. I have to start planning for the upcoming school year and help my parents get the house ready. Besides, I think it will be good for Sebastian and his mother to have some one-on-one time. I am sorry I won't get to meet her though."

"Next trip," he promises her with a wink.

"You're not missing much," Kathryn snarks.

Shoving her bag at her, he orders sharply, "Kathryn go wait in the car."

Rolling her eyes, she heads out. Annette calls to her departing back, "Oh Kathryn? Try not to catch anything when you're over there. Wouldn't want another chlamydia outbreak at Manchester."

Kathryn responds with a sneer over her shoulder. Annette laughs wrapping her arms around him. "You know if you accidentally happen to leave her in Europe, I don't think anyone will blame you."

"I'll keep that in mind."

He tugs her forward for a kiss, deciding Annette isn't really that bad most of the time. He might even kind of miss this thing between them. "I'm sorry I can't bring you with me. It's just my mom—"

"Sebastian it's okay, really. I have a lot of things to do around here and without you around to distract me I might actually have a chance of getting them done."

"Ouch. And here I thought you'd be inconsolable at the loss of your boyfriend for a whole week."

"I think I'll live," she laughs, caressing his face. "But I will miss you."

They kiss again, this time a little more urgently and it occurs to him this is likely the last time they'll be on good terms. Breaking away she pushes him playfully. "You're going to miss your plane."

They head out the door where Kathryn is waiting in the town car. "You'll call me, won't you?"

"Of course." Not a chance. He smiles and pulls her back for one last kiss until they're interrupted by a car horn.

"For chrissakes," Kathryn snipes from the car window. "You're not going off to war. Let's go!"

Sebastian sneers and flips her off. "I'm sorry I have to go. I love you."

"Love you too. Have fun!"

He kisses her cheek then gets in the car. As they pull away down the drive, he observes her watch them with a sad, contemplative look on her face.

"Wow, I almost buy you're going to miss her."

"I was just thinking," he muses. "The next time I see her will undoubtedly be one of the worst days of her life."

Kathryn sighs examining her manicure. "You sound positively maudlin."

"And here I was going for poetic."

"Are you having second thoughts?"

Turning to her, Sebastian takes his stepsister's hand and places it on his semi-erect dick. "Not a one." Slipping his shades on he smiles. "Let's get the hell out of here."

"Yes mother, I'll make sure to tell him…Ah!"

"Kathryn?" her mother's caustic purr, a tone that sounds eerily similar to her own, ticks up a notch. "What's wrong?"

"I…oh…" She struggles for words as her stepbrother's wicked tongue hits some previously unexplored pleasure spot. Fuck. How does he do that? Glancing down at him from his position between her legs, he shoots her a smug smirk before going back at it. Kathryn tries to kick at him but her current position, laying across the sofa, her hips balancing on the raised arm, doesn't allow it. He had instigated this when her mother called not because he wanted to get her off, but because he wanted to torture her Asshole.

"Kathryn? Kathryn?"

Rolling her eyes at her mother's insistent voice chirping in her ear, she picks the phone call back up. "Sorry mother, just a little turbulence. You know how I hate to fly."

"Darling, pop an Ambien with a glass of white and you'll be fine. Now, like I was saying, I need you back in the states in time to attend my benefit for the hospital. It's in three weeks and it's very important that our family shows a united front."

"Mmm…uh…I'm not sure I'll be able to make it," she tells her trying to keep her voice steady, not an easy thing with Sebastian lapping at her clit as he was and his fingers working inside her so, so good. "Philip has a lot of commitments and he's been talking about us visiting Vienna before I go back to school."

"Well, I'm sure he could spare one night. Bring him along, I'm dying to meet him. I'm curious if his pictures do him justice." Voice dropping to a whisper she confides, "Did I ever tell you about the summer I shared with his uncle Frederick? If he's even half as talented as the viscount..."

Before Kathryn has a chance to be fully grossed out by her mother's oversharing Sebastian gets to his feet and loudly declares, "I want to eat your ass, turn over."

"Who is that?" Tiffany asks, suspicion ringing in her tone.

Kathryn glares at Sebastian who merely smirks down at her awfully pleased with himself. Wanting to wipe that arrogant look off his face she tells her mother, "It's Sebastian."

Just as anticipated, his expression crumbles, and he goes very still. She lets his stew in his momentary fear that she ratted him out before clarifying to her anxious mother, "Yes, he's harassing the poor flight attendant."

She doesn't mistake the sigh of relief she hears on the other end of the call before her mother snipes, "Like father, like son."

As she continues to prattle on about her summer of debauchery with the viscount, Kathryn tunes her out then turns around, presenting her ass for defiling. Sebastian wastes no time, spreading her cheeks and rimming her ass. The first swipe of his tongue has her shoving a pillow under her face to keep her voice muffled. Although she can't see Sebastian chuckle at her predicament, she can feel it. She's too turned on to care at the moment.

Her stepbrother alternates between placing wet, open-mouthed kisses against her rim, making obscene sucking noises and working his tongue inside her. Ever the greedy slut, Kathryn grinds back into his face, while simultaneously rubbing her pussy against the rough fabric of the couch. And fuck, it should be illegal how good he is at this.

Meanwhile, her mother is rambling in her ear about who the hell knows what. Kathryn doesn't even bother to pretend she's listening. Sebastian's fucking her asshole with his tongue, rubbing against some spot inside her that makes her hips jump. Cursing his name, she blindly reaches back for him, grabbing a fistful of blonde curls as she tries to drive him deeper. When he spanks her butt she squeals into the pillow, which her mother of course, just interprets as her agreeing with her.

Thankfully, she soon finds herself cresting, her insides tightening and the heat that's been gathered in her belly finally explodes. Kathryn makes vowel like sounds into the pillow as the pleasure overtakes her and she momentarily exits her body.

Reality comes screeching back at the sound of her mother's impatient voice calling her name. Sighing, Kathryn retrieves her forgotten phone. "Yes, mother I'm here, but we're getting ready to land so I have to go."

Rolling over she finds Sebastian now standing over her, face flushed, and lips swollen. He's annoyingly smug. It's making her wet.

"Alright darling, we'll talk soon. Enjoy Venice and tell your prince hello for me!"

"Goodbye mother." Kathryn ends the call then tosses her phone aside indifferently. Staring up at her lascivious stepbrother, she lets her legs fall apart suggestively and shoots him her best 'come fuck me' look. She's been more than patient with his nonsense over the past week and she'd like to get pounded now, thank you very much.

Unfortunately, Sebastian has other ideas. He rubs his bulge then shakes his head at her. Kathryn frowns. "Seriously?"

"It's called restraint," he tells her pompously.

"It's called pathetic," she shoots back, as she irritably rights herself on the couch and fixes her dress. God, she hates boys.

Sebastian flops down beside her on the sofa and slings an arm around her shoulders. Playfully nuzzling her neck, he says, "Don't pout. I'll play with your kitty after the party."

"What makes you think I'll still be interested?"

"Because you're a horny bitch."

Kathryn nudges him away annoyed and he laughs. "What did mommy want?"

"Just checking in. She's threatening to come back to New York for the rest of the summer. I think I talked her out of it."

Sebastian spider walks two fingers across her thigh. "That won't be a problem if you stay in Paris with me." Kathryn rolls her eyes at the idea although she's tempted. "Hey, does your family still own that château?"

"Of course"

"And your father's off whoring in Belize through the fall, right? Think he'd mind if we borrowed it?"

"Probably not." Much like Sebastian's parents, Alexandre Merteuil is also a strict practitioner in absentee parenting. Kathryn could tell him she wanted to use the family estate for a summer long fuck fest with her stepbrother and she doubts the man would so much as blink an eye.

"It would be kind of perfect. No one would know us there. Nice and secluded but with plenty of pretty morsels around to keep us busy." He kisses her neck. "What do you say? We can play 'daddy issues.'"

Kathryn snorts. "I'll think about it," she tells him, although she's already making plans in her head to have Mai-Lee ship her a few more bags and send them air express. She can probably push all her Manchester commitments back a few weeks. She's earned a vacation.

Cupping her face, he kisses her and what starts off as slow and teasing soon gains in intensity. Kathryn's half sitting on his lap, grinding into him as their tongues duel for dominance. She slides her fingers through his hair and tugs, knowing it gets him off. When Sebastian pulls back to nibble at her neck, she's contemplating whether to push him harder for sex when she notices a set of eyes watching them from across the plane. It's the pretty flight attendant Sebastian was flirting with earlier. She hadn't seemed terribly impressed by him, but she had been very attentive to her. She's beautiful, all tits and ass with big Bambie eyes and shoulder length brown hair not dissimilar to her own. The girl, who she thinks is named Francesca, doesn't look away but rather smiles invitingly.

Well, that's interesting.

It doesn't take Sebastian long to notice her attention elsewhere. "See something you like, sis?" he asks, amusement ringing in his tone.

"Perhaps"

"And here I thought she was frigid."

Kathryn slips her finger into his mouth and tells him, "I don't think you're her type."

"I'm everyone's type," he replies arrogantly. "Where are you going?"

She slides off of his lap. "Well, seeing as you don't want to play with me, maybe she does."

"Fine," he sighs with an indifferent wave of his hand. "You go make friends. I have some reading to catch up on anyways."

She just bets he does. "Maybe I'll share some of my toys with her". Kathryn struts off towards the back bedroom. Flashing a smirk over her shoulder she calls tauntingly, "Enjoy your book."

Kathryn enters the bedroom, it's small, blandly decorated like an upscale hotel chain. The king-sized bed takes up most of the space. Retrieving her bag of toys she decides on the strap-on. She strips down and is stepping into the leather harness when her phone rings. She scowls when she sees the number, then answers with a brisk, "Why are you calling me? I told you I'd be out of reach for the next few days."

"Sorry Kathryn, but I just got some intel I thought you'd want to hear about."

She rolls her eyes at her top minions' dramatics. Margo is intelligent, capable, loyal and very morally flexible—all qualities Kathryn prizes in a number two. She's always willing and able to dirty her own hands, to keep Kathryn's clean. However, the girl is very much all business all the time and tends to treat everything with the focus of a military invasion. "What is it?"

"I've just heard that there's been a new application for the ambassadorship. It's Annette Hargrove." She sighs before adding, "And I hear the committee is very interested in her. For some reason."

Kathryn pauses in her fastening of the harness, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling. "That scheming little bitch. I should have known." Of course ambitious little Hargrove is going for the top prize. She'd expect nothing less.

"Would you like me to take care of it?"

Margo's version of taking care of it would likely be to systematically break down Annette both socially and psychologically. When prompted Margo could be even more vicious than herself. While that would be amusing to watch it would also be hard to pull off without making someone suspicious. Even though Kathryn's reputation is impeachable, she's been too close to too many takedowns this summer not to raise suspicions, even among her brain-dead peers. "No, I'll handle Miss Hargrove myself. Anything else?"

"When will you be back in the city? I'm receiving invites for the upcoming season, and I need to know which you're accepting."

"Actually, I might not be back until the end of August. I'm thinking of staying on with Philip."

"Are you out of your mind?"

Kathryn greets the question with a long, pointed silence and a raised eyebrow (which of course her minion can't see but they both know it's there) Margo quickly apologizes. "I'm sorry Kathryn, I'm sorry. It's just, you have so much going on right now and you've barely been around all summer."

"I've been around," she argues defensively.

She can practically hear Margo striving to be tactful. "Not as much as you usually are. I know the prince is taking up a lot of your time, but outside of Court's party and a few engagements no one's seen you. People are starting to talk."

As defensive as she wants to be in that moment, she knows she has a point. She's been in the country all summer letting herself be preoccupied by Sebastian and the farm girl and now she's potentially putting herself at risk. She realizes then that spending the rest of the summer in Paris is definitely off the table.

"If you want to secure this ambassadorship you have to put in a few appearances. Laci Breckinridge is hosting this charity thing next weekend."

As her minion drones on in her ear and Kathryn wonders if she should just skip Sebastian's orgy and head back, the bedroom door opens, and the flight attendant enters. Kathryn doesn't bother to cover herself even though she's standing there buck naked wearing a six-inch strap-on.

"Yes?" she asks with an imperious eyebrow raise.

The girl blushes prettily, her eyes sweeping over her before landing on her face. "Um, your brother said you needed my help with something."

Kathryn's about to tell her to fuck off, but then has a change of heart. She can feel that infamous control of hers starting to slip out from under her. She needs to reign it in, and the pretty flight attendant is just the way to do it. Pulling the phone away from her mouth she tells her with no emotion, "Strip and sit on the bed."

Going back to her call she watches as the woman does as she's told, efficiently discarding her uniform, her eyes flickering back at her excitedly. As her body is revealed to her inch by inch, Kathryn drinks her in and licks her lips. "I'll be back in New York in a few days," she tells her minion. "We can go over the upcoming calendar then and strategize how to handle Hargrove."

"Excellent. Enjoy your trip, Kathryn."

"I plan on it. No more calls." Tossing her phone aside she turns her attention back on the stewardess who's reclining on the edge of the bed, legs spread invitingly. Swaggering up to her, she strokes the black cock as she comes to stand between her open thighs. Cupping her face, Kathryn runs her thumb against her plump pink lips. The girl opens her mouth and sucks her thumb, her eyes swimming with desire. This is gonna be fun, she thinks.

Grasping her by the face, she pulls her forward. Francesca's mouth immediately opens, and she wraps her lips around the fake cock. She begins to blow her, head bobbing, lips sucking obscenely.

"That's a good girl," Kathryn praises. "Suck my cock. Get it good and wet before I shove it in your tight little body."

Kathryn threads her fingers through her hair then jerks her further down the cock, forcing her to take almost the entire thing down her throat. She gags, eyes briefly filling with tears, but eventually relaxes enough to take it. Physically, the suck job is only applying slight stimulation. The base of the strap on is not hitting her clit hard enough to be truly satisfying. However, the visual of this beautiful, older girl, willingly submitting to her is definitely doing it for her.

Jerking the toy from her mouth, Kathryn bends forward and hungrily claims her lips. Francesca eagerly kisses her back, her tongue boldly pushing into her mouth. She tastes like spearmint and that bottle of red she and Sebastian had opened earlier. Pulling back, breathless and impatient for more, Kathryn pushes her on to the mattress then crawls on top of her. They make out frantically, their naked bodies grinding together as their hands grasp and grope at each other. The older girl is squeezing her ass, grinding aggressively against the toy, clearly eager to get fucked. However, this is her show, and she won't be rushed. Kathryn kisses down her body and suckles her generous breasts.

"Oh god," Francesca gasps, hands coming to tangle in her hair. "I don't…I don't normally do this kind of thing Miss Merteuil."

Yeah, she doesn't buy that for a second. That stare of hers is way too knowing. "You don't fuck your employers?" Kathryn sucks her left nipple hard and pinches the right. "Or you don't fuck women?"

"Both," she gasps.

She pulls back. "Then maybe this isn't such a good idea. I'd hate to put you in an awkward position."

She makes to get off the bed, only to have the stewardess frantically stop her. "No!" Francesca bolts up, capturing her mouth in an eager kiss.

Kathryn licks her mouth and murmurs, "Don't bullshit a bullshit artist, got it?" Her big brown eyes become a little more knowing and she gives a slight nod. "Lay back and show me your pussy."

She does as she's told, knees held wide in the air she reached down and spreads herself, showing off her pretty little cunt. Kneeling before her, Kathryn teases her, tracing her fingers around her hole, before slipping a couple inside. She's tight and hot and sopping wet. Curious, she asks, "Do you fuck men too?"

"Not really," she admits softly.

"Would you fuck my brother if I wanted you to?"

"Yes."

She doesn't actually want that, but just hearing how willing she is to do her bidding, just so she'll fuck her, is the biggest turn on. She could make her do anything. Kathryn's own pussy twitches in need.

Taking her cock in hand, she rubs it against her folds, from her clit to her ass. The flight attendant bucks against her. "Do you want my cock?" When she nods excitedly, she husks, "Then ask for it."

"Please give me your cock," she croaks out, squirming impatiently against the bed. "You're so fucking beautiful. I want you to fuck me, stretch me, make me cum. I want—"

She doesn't get to finish her thought before Kathryn slams inside her. Hooking her arms under her legs, she spreads her wide then she proceeds to fuck her hard, rutting between her legs like a horny frat boy. The older girl eagerly takes her pounding like a trooper, bucking enthusiastically against her strap on while rubbing her clit all the while moaning like a whore.

Kathryn realizes this is just what she needs—to lose herself in mindless fucking. She forgets about all her commitments and Hargroves's sabotage and even Sebastian's pointless restraint. Hell, she even forgets she's thirty-five thousand feet in the air.

Then she hears the bedroom door open.

Of course, she knows who it is, but Kathryn isn't going to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence. She continues to wildly fuck the stewardess as sweat gathers at her temples. Bending forward she captures Francesca's mouth in a lush, greedy kiss. When she feels the bed dip beside them, she turns to find Sebastian casually sprawled out beside them. He's wearing that annoying bored expression of his that alternately makes her want to slap him and fuck his brains out.

Drawing back from the stewardess's mouth, she latches on to her bobbing breasts, licking and biting them with enthusiasm as her hips speed up, fucking her harder. Kathryn's clit buzzes with excitement. She's not sure if that's on account of the fucking or the audience.

Francesca's moans climb higher when Kathryn plays with her clit. Growing irritated with her voice she surges up and kisses her again, before abruptly rolling them. Now on top, the older girl tosses her hair back and begins to ride the strap on in earnest. They soon settle into a furious, dirty rhythm, with Kathryn's hips surging upwards to meet hers. They're coming together almost violently, grunting and panting from the effort, making the bed rattle against the cabin wall. The base of the toy is slamming against her clit on every jerk of the other girls' hips. When Francesca begins fondling her heaving tits Kathryn grits out, "Squeeze them."

She does as ordered, groping her aggressively as they frantically fuck. No longer able to keep her eyes off him, Kathryn's gaze slides to her stepbrother and she finds he's still expressionless, but his eyes are hard and intense. He's also palming his cock through his pants. She wonders how long he can hold out.

Turns out not long.

"Hold her down."

At first, she thinks he's talking to her, but then he realizes he's addressing the flight attendant and the next thing she knows the girl is pinning her wrists to the bed. Sebastian kneels beside her and wordlessly unfastens his pants, freeing his cock. It's nearly purple and drooling.

"Open," he orders thickly, guiding his cock to her mouth.

Kathryn kind of wants to tell him to fuck off, not appreciating his high handedness but also being sort of turned on by it. In the end she goes with her baser instincts and wraps her lips around him. She can't really move her head at this angle, but it turns out it doesn't matter. Gripping her hair, Sebastian holds her in place as he eagerly fucks her face. They're shallow thrusts, but she still feels as if she could choke from it. For whatever reason, this just turns her on more.

A moment later she hears Francesca start to cum. She's loud, wailing out in orgasm as she violently rides her toy cock. Sebastian comes moments later. Apparently, all that fasting has made him trigger happy. Face pinched in pleasure, he releases a deep grunt before filling her mouth with his bitter cum. Pulling out, he shoots one last spurt against her lips.

The stewardess rolls off of her, and Kathryn's' genuinely surprised when she removes the toy and dives between her legs to eat her pussy. Kathryn moans. "I love a girl with initiative." Sebastian lays beside her, a little winded, cock still half hard. He licks the cum off her lips and kisses her.

"What happened to restraint?" she asks, hand already reaching for his dick.

Playing with her tits, he sighs. "Restraint is for pussies."

Amen to that.

Annette is bored out of her mind. It's been less than twenty-four hours since Sebastian and Kathryn departed, and she has no idea what to do with herself. Pathetic. Just a few short months ago she seemingly had a full life. Friends, a boyfriend, and hobbies that did not involve sex. However, those things no longer hold any interest for her. There's only one thing she's interested in, one thing she craves and it's the one thing she can't currently indulge in.

God, how did I become this person? In less than two months I've gone from a proud virgin to an unapologetic sex maniac.

Any hope that she might be able to feed her craving evaporated when she discovered Vivien was off for the weekend and Dominic was running an out-of-town errand for Mrs. Rosemond. Annette supposes she could take a train to the city, visit a museum or a park, but that feels impossibly lonely. Which is annoying. She used to love being by herself. Now the prospect fills her with dread.

Thinking she might be able to get back to herself by indulging in a good book, she takes one of her favorites, Jane Eyre, out to the rose garden. She tries to get lost in Brontes beautiful language and prose but it's not working. Her mind keeps sliding back to the lustful stepsiblings and what they could be up to.

Well, she knows what they're up to. Vivian filled her in. When she told her they were attending an orgy in Paris, Annette had laughed. It seemed so absurd; even given everything she's seen them do together. Who attends an actual orgy? "The obscenely rich and horny," Vivien had tutted. She hadn't known much about it, only that it's held at some country manner and only the most famous or supremely wealthy can attend. It's enough to make Annette's imagination run wild, wondering what kind of shenanigans the pair might get up to.

Of course, she has no way of finding out for herself and it's not like Sebastian has called her to fill her in on anything. Not that she's expecting him to. Annette is well aware she's being ghosted. As soon as he told her about this trip, she suspected he was planning to ditch her. After all, Sebastian has no reason to continue the charade of their relationship any longer. She expects she has some kind of text or email coming her way, telling her he needs space or something, before releasing their sex tape at the start of school.

Needless to say, that won't be happening, having already destroyed any evidence of their sexual liaisons. Annette contemplates releasing the videos she has of Kathryn and Sebastian's many exploits. It would certainly ruin their little trip. It would ruin a lot of things actually. However, it's only a passing, petty thought. She does plan on releasing her evidence at some point, probably, but for some reason she can't bring herself to do it just yet. She knows as soon as she does, it will be the end of everything.

Annette is staring off in thought, her book discarded on her lap, when she realizes she is no longer alone. Helen comes strolling through the garden, followed by two maids carrying a tea set. "Hello dear," she calls out as she approaches the table. "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Of course not," she smiles. It says something about the sorry state of things that she finds herself welcoming the older woman's company.

As the maids set up the spread, they make small talk about the weather and the garden and how beautiful it looks in the afternoon. Stirring her tea thoughtfully Helen tells her, "I was pleased to see you took my advice and applied for the ambassador position."

Annette had nearly forgotten all about that. "Yes, it's a great opportunity. My dad was thrilled I applied, but I think it's kind of a long shot." She may be the headmaster's daughter but she's a virtual no one in Manhattan society.

"Oh, I think you sell yourself short dear. Your school record and extracurricular activities are exemplary. And you have far more volunteer experience than any of the other applicants. Manchester would be lucky to have you as its representative."

"I'm not sure Kathryn would agree." If she's being honest, the haughty brunette is the real reason she applied in the first place. The prospect of possibly beating her at something is too delicious to turn down.

To her surprise Helen smiles with a somewhat knowing glint in her eye and says, "It might be healthy for Kathryn to come in second once in a while."

Annette tries to keep the surprise off her face. It occurs to her then that the older woman is likely much more aware of her niece and nephew's true natures than she lets on. Before she can consider this new observation too closely, Helen changes the subject. "Have you heard from Sebastian since he left?"

She flinches at the question, but otherwise doesn't react. Wanting to save face she lies, "Yes, we've talked a couple of times. He's having a wonderful time with his mother."

"Glad to hear it." She sips her tea thoughtfully and from across the table Annette can feel her eyes on her, like she's sizing her up. "I must say I'm happy to see you and Sebastian have gotten so close. I think you've been a wonderful influence on my nephew."

"He's a great guy." A tremendous, criminal lie. It's a wonder she doesn't get struck down on the spot.

"Hmm, yes, I've always had a soft spot for him. Sebastian is so smart and charming, with no doubt a very successful future ahead of him. However, and I hope you don't think I'm speaking out of place, I feel I should warn you that Sebastian, like many men of his class, can be a bit mercurial."

"How so?"

"Well, when you have the world at your feet like he does, it can be hard to settle on just one thing. I love my nephew dearly, but he can be a bit spoiled and careless. He doesn't mean it of course, it's just the way he is." Reaching across the table she touches the top of her hand. "I'm only telling you this so you can be prepared in case…things don't work out."

Great, she knows Sebastian is planning on ghosting her too. That's a little embarrassing. Actually, scratch that. It's goddamn humiliating that everyone is well aware he's only stringing her along, including his supposedly dotty aunt. The question is, why is Helen bringing this up now? She didn't raise even the slightest alarm when her scapegrace nephew arrived clearly intent on seducing her. And after he pulled it off, she never said so much as a word. Now, as he's on the cusp of dumping her, why was the old woman so concerned about her wellbeing?

Because she's shitting bricks it's going to cause a scandal, the Kathryn who lives in her head sneers. Imagine how it would look, the virginal daughter of the prestigious new headmasters arrives at her home only to be served up on a platter to her wolfish nephew. If it got out that Helen Rosemond allowed that to happen under her own roof people might no longer believe she walks on water.

Fucking hell. So that's it. Helen doesn't care about her happiness; she's just worried Annette will make a fuss when Sebastian inevitably breaks her heart.

She doesn't love Sebastian, doesn't even like him outside of the excellent sex. Thanks to her destroying the video he has no real way of harming her reputation and she had no intentions of ever telling her father about what went on between them. Still, it annoys her to no end that Helen just expects her to shrug off Sebastian dumping and humiliating her just so her family can save face.

Rather than smile blandly and offer assurances, Annette once again dips into her limited acting range. Worrying her lower lip, she fidgets uncomfortably and remarks earnestly, "I love Sebastian dearly and he loves me. I know about his reputation, but that's all in the past. He's changed. He's not the same man he was before." Staring at her with concern she asks, "Are you saying you think he lied to me?"

Helen looks genuinely caught off guard. "No, of course not. Sebastian would never hurt you…deliberately. It's just, well, sometimes people, men, can change their minds."

"Sebastian would never do that to me," she tells her imploringly. "Not after I gave him everything. He…could never do something so cruel." Getting to her feet, she allows herself to gather a few tears.

"Oh, Annette, dear, I didn't mean to upset you," she tells her, face pinched in concern. "Have some more tea."

"No thank you." She wipes her eyes. "Um, I think I'm going to go call my parents. Please excuse me."

As she turns and walks off, her distressed expression falls away and is replaced with a triumphant smirk. And just like that, Annette's boredom disappears.

"I may have to back out of our prior agreement."

Checking her reflection one last time in her compact Kathryn asks, "And what agreement is that?"

"The one where we agreed we wouldn't fuck tonight." Out of the corner of her eye she sees Sebastian lecherous gaze sweep over her appreciably and he wets his lips. "You're looking entirely too fuckable this evening."

Shutting her compact she turns to him with a taunting smile and says, "That's the point—I just won't be fucking you."

This has already been decided, a mutual agreement that there was no sense wasting time on the familiar when there was so much unexplored territory to cover. However, they hadn't fucked or so much as touched one another since the incident on the plane the day before so they're both feeling more than a little keyed up. Kathryn's actually surprised they managed to make it all the way to the French countryside from Paris in the close confines of the town car without mauling one another. It's especially impressive given what she's wearing.

"You look hot as a blonde," Sebastian tells her, fingering the ends of the short blonde wig.

"I'm aware."

He smiles fondly at her. "Perhaps you should hold on to it. Might be fun to play with later."

She arches a brow. "What? You want me to dress up as your little virgin and simper for you?"

Sebastian moves closer to her, running a finger across her cleavage. "I want you to bend over and beg for my cock."

He leans in for a kiss and he smells incredible and looks amazing in his black suit, but still, she holds him off, pressing a finger to his lips. "Save it for the party." Looking past him out the window she realizes they've come to a stop. "We're here."

Sebastian draws back and smiles. "Showtime."

When the driver opens the door for her, Kathryn exits the car and stares up at the building in front of them. It a beautiful, eighteenth-century French château, that puts even her own family's estate to shame.

Ahead of them, she spies another couple enter through the doors guarded by a team of burly security guards. They are dressed as if going to the opera and Kathryn for the first time in her life, second guesses what she's wearing—a low cut, black lace romper (basically a teddy) heels and a dramatic black cape. It's sexy without question and she would never dare go out in it in New York, but is it too much even for an orgy? Her fears are aligned when she spots another couple, this time two women, wearing only pasties. Nude pasties at that.

Coming up beside her Sebastian snorts, "It appears you over dressed sis."

"Apparently"

"Second thoughts?"

"Please," she huffs before sliding her black lace mask on. It covers half her face but at least it's comfortable.

Sebastian leads her inside, giving the guards their information before they're allowed entry. They have to hand over their cell phones and bags. Kathryn rolls her eyes but does so without question. With her arm looped around her stepbrother's they enter the impressive, echo chamber of a foyer, that's illuminated by the massive gold chandelier above them. Observing a large, Jackson Pollack painting on the wall that seems out of place in a country manor Sebastian says, "It's really something, isn't it?"

"It's just a house Sebastian," she remarks, unimpressed.

He appears amused by her indifference. "Let's see what you think of it by the end of the tour."

"Bonjour Monsieur Valmont," a female voice rings out behind them.

They turn to see a beautiful redhead on the arm of a handsome black man approach. Kathryn immediately recognizes them as their hosts.

At thirty-eight years old, Camille Cartwright is something like the tenth richest woman in the world thanks to helping create an incredibly popular social media platform. She's been profiled on the covers of Time, Fortune, and Vanity Fair, but in the past couple years she's become more well known for her philanthropic endeavors. If that's not enough to make Kathryn envious of her, she's also incredibly gorgeous with her long red hair, pale, luminous skin and insanely fit body. Much like her home, Camille is regal, beautiful and intimidating.

The man beside her is her equally attractive husband Duncan Cartwright. He's a British actor, made famous from a superhero franchise Kathryn's never seen, but has recently started doing more serious work, earning an Oscar nomination last year. He has an intense online fanbase that follows his every move. Seeing him in person Kathryn can understand why. He's tall, well-built but not muscly, with a five o'clock shadow that highlights his strong jaw and intense dark eyes, that are currently sweeping over her appreciably.

Kissing Camille's cheek Sebastian greets her with a familiarity that surprises Kathryn. "Hey, Camille, you look incredible as always, thanks for the invite."

"As if anyone would ever turn away the infamous Valmont," Duncan remarks, shaking his hand. "How was the trip?"

Sebastian looks at her, eyes flashing with the memory of the dirty plane fuck. He smirks. "It was very satisfying. May I introduce my friend Katrina Laurent."

Camille shakes her hand, drinking her in as if trying to place her. Kathryn wonders exactly who Sebastian told them she was. Given the background check, NDAs, and the very extensive round of STD tests they had to submit prior to arriving, they have to at least suspect who she is. Then again, Sebastian waved off her concerns insisting he fed them a made-up background.

"Thank you so much for inviting me," Kathryn purrs softly. "Your home is beautiful."

"Well enjoy yourself my dear, there's lots to see and do. I hope we can get to know each other better later on." Camille leans in and kisses Sebastian's mouth. "Behave yourself Valmont."

"I always do."

As Sebastian leads them away, Kathryn waits until they're out of earshot before remarking, "I can't figure out which one of them you've fucked."

"Neither, actually," he replies as they enter a large Edwardian ballroom filled with well-heeled guests sipping champagne and chatting as if they are at a dinner party and not a place to get freaky and fuck.

"Who would've guessed Time's 'Person of the Year', is a sex freak," she muses.

"Who would've guessed the Marcia Brady of the Upper East Side likes it up the ass," he snarks back handing over a flute of champagne with one hand and patting her butt with the other. "People in glass houses, sis…"

She rolls her eyes as they stroll about. "How do you know them anyway?"

"Through a friend," he says vaguely.

"You're not being mysterious Valmont, just annoying." She doesn't like to be reminded that she might not know all his secrets. Sighing as she looks around, kind of bored. "I hope there's more to this than middle-aged people standing around making small talk. If I wanted that, I would have stayed in New York."

He grins. "I'm so going to enjoy making you eat your words."

"Amongst other things?"

Sebastian laughs as he finishes off his drink. "Let's begin the tour, shall we?"

He leads her out of the ballroom and indeed not five minutes later she is in fact very much eating her words. As her stepbrother escorts her through the labyrinth style house, they walk through endless rooms filled with every kind of debauchery one can imagine. There's the room featuring an eighteen-foot-wide bed crowded with at least twenty naked bodies, all withering and grinding like one giant lifeform while spectators stand around and watch. The next room features a man in leather pissing on two naked women, one of whom gets down on the floor and licks it up. There's a screening room showing a film of a very famous actress getting gang banged by a group of men. In the billiards room a popular influencer is pulling a train over a pool table, with fifteen men lined up to fuck her. Another room features two men in a sex swing on one side and a woman handcuffed and getting flogged on the other. There are also less intense scenes, some goofy, like a man dressed as Dracula surrounded by his naked wives servicing him and another with a bunch of people oiled up and fucking on a giant slip and slide.

It's all so strange and hot and freakish. Some of the sections weird her out while others leave her dripping. When Sebastian told her about this, she kind of assumed it would be just a bunch of people humping in public. The variety and intensity of some of the scenes definitely throws her. However, that's not what's leaving her feeling unmoored. It's that for the first time Kathryn's keenly aware of her own age. Everyone participating is an adult. She and Sebastian are easily the youngest people here. It makes her uneasy but excited at the same time.

Of course, her stepbrother is loving every second of it. He looks like a kid in a candy store.

Kathryn's trepidation must show on her face as Sebastian wraps an arm around her waist and nuzzles her neck as they pass through a room featuring a male pop star getting pegged by two women at either end, while others jack off on him. "You're awfully quiet sis," he taunts in her ear.

"I'm just taking it all in," she replies dryly.

"I warned you this would be a far cry from one of Blaine's soirees."

They enter another ballroom, much like the first with people sitting around chatting. Kathryn grabs another glass of champagne and chugs it. She's definitely going to need something a little stronger. Shrugging off her insecurities, she says airily, "Get over yourself Valmont. You can see half this shit down in the Meat Packing district on a Wednesday afternoon."

"Sure you can," he laughs flopping down on a queen Ann sofa and pulling her down beside him. "You're seriously not impressed?"

She shrugs. Sebastian grins. "I do believe I smell a bet."

"Oh?"

Across from them are two naked women on their hands and knees acting as furniture, as another woman lays on top of them getting fucked by two men. They are both stoned faced and for the life of her Kathryn can't figure out what they're getting out of this besides a serious backache tomorrow.

Slipping a finger under her chin, Sebastian turns her face to look at him. "Whomever finds and participates in the hottest scene wins."

"Wins what?"

"I win, you stay in Paris the rest of the summer."

Kathryn shakes her head. "Not happening, I told you I have to be back in New York by Tuesday."

He rolls his eyes, waving his hand. "Yes, yes the ever-important social calendar, how could I forget."

"Not to mention crushing your little girlfriend under my boot," she clips. "How about this, winner tops. I brought some new toys I'm just dying to try out on you brother dear."

"If one of them is your strap-on you can forget it." Running a finger over her puckered nipple he tells her, "You don't get that unless you really earn it."

She wants to ask what he means by that, but she won't give him the satisfaction. "That's fine, I'll settle for handcuffing you to the bed and not letting you get off for hours."

"And I'll settle for drenching you in more cum than that chick we saw performing that bukkake."

Kathryn rolls her eyes upwards but smiles, offering her hand. "Deal."

Sebastian kisses the top of her hand then gets to his feet with a flourish. "Off to join that gang bang in the dungeon?" she snarks.

"Actually, I heard a rumor Audrey Stone is here."

"That actress with the fake tits from that TV show? Really? You came all the way here for that?" Kathryn finds it charming that Valmont's tastes could run so basic.

"Her tits are real. Trust me I've studied them enough to know and besides I hear she's a giant sex freak—like really down and dirty nasty. I'm dying to see if it's true."

"Sebastian, we literally just saw a woman getting gang banged by a pack of very horny dwarfs. I think you're going to have to do better than some slutty actress."

Smug as always, he replies, "We'll see."

A tall, statuesque woman with long blonde hair who Kathryn recognizes from a Gucci ad, comes up beside Sebastian and touches his arm suggestively. "Hey handsome, would you like to escort me to the rubber room?"

Kathryn doesn't even want to know what the hell the rubber room is. Sebastian's all in of course. "Lead the way beautiful." Looping his arm around hers he allows himself to be tugged along, but not before tossing one last taunt in her direction. "Happy hunting Katrina!"

So, it turns out watching people fuck in real life is a lot hotter than watching porn. Annette comes to this conclusion after spending nearly an hour perusing a porn site. She's in the tub, watching videos on her phone, praying it doesn't give her some kind of virus. Lips pursed she studies the scene playing out on screen with the same concentration she usually reserves for cramming for finals. It involves a stepbrother 'accidentally' stumbling on his stepsister masturbating in his bed and he proceeds to blackmail her into sexual favors. Annette is rather alarmed by the amount of stepsibling porn available. Evidently, Kathryn and Sebastian aren't the anomaly she thought they were.

About ten minutes into the video, she grows bored and no longer turned on. It's not just the bad acting and dialogue that isn't doing it for her. It's the weird angles and the overly bright lighting and the vaguely bored look in the actresses' eyes. In real life you might not get that penetration angle, but you do get the genuine look of desire and anguish on the person's face. You get the real have-to-have-you-now passion that can sometimes be clumsy or violent or messy but is at its core, honest. This is mere play acting, with real penetration. Even the cum the man deposits on the poor girl's face looks fake.

Annette sighs, truly annoyed at herself for succumbing to this. For some reason this seems so much more deviant that spying on people having sex. At least when she does that, she can lie to herself that she hadn't meant to do it. Visiting a porn site and typing in 'stepsiblings' is a choice.

She clicks on another video, this one looks more professional. There's no buildup, the couple are just making out. It looks as phony as the others, but at least these people are very attractive. Annette's interest is piqued when the man turns her onto her stomach and begins licking her ass. The girl appears to enjoy it, moaning softly and telling him to eat her harder. Then the man takes his cock, which is closer to Sebastian's size than Dominic's, and rubs it against her asshole before inserting the whole thing in one thrust. Even with her very limited experience in such matters, Annette knows it doesn't work that way.

But still she's fascinated by the video and the woman's reaction in it. She eagerly shoves her hips back at the thrusting man, her ass jiggling in time, as she pants, "Your big cock feels so good in my little hole!"

Annette immediately turns the volume down on her phone while shooting a nervous look at the bathroom door. Mrs. Rosemond is out for the night and the door is locked, but even still her cheeks heat in embarrassment as if someone might hear what she's listening to and rush in. Turning her attention back on the video she watches as the girl, now on top, rides the man's cock in her ass. Annette can't imagine how she's doing this without wincing in pain. She remembers watching Kathryn do this with Sebastian and she could barely take it.

Curious, Annette takes her free hand that has been idly stroking her pussy and moves a little lower south until her fingers are pressing against the furrowed rim of her asshole. She's never really explored this region of her body before, it always seemed too dirty, but now she's too intrigued not to. She presses her finger inside, only getting a few centimeters inside before meeting tight resistance. It feels weird but not unpleasant. She thinks of someone else doing it do her and she feels that familiar fluttering in her tummy. Annette tries to tease her clit at the same time only it proves too difficult an angle.

Sighing in frustration, she gets an idea. Getting up on her knees, she leans over the side of the claw foot tub and settles her phone on the chair beside her. She then takes the vibrator she pilfered from Kathryn and keeping in on a low setting, she runs it against the folds of her sex while pushing her finger into her ass. At this angle she's able to penetrate herself a little deeper and shit, that's nice. Annette's mouth goes slack as she starts to get herself off. She imagines it's a cock sliding in her ass and gets briefly panicked. She can barely fit a couple inches of her finger, how the hell does she take a whole cock up there?

It's called talent, bitch. Better study up Dorothy if you want to get fucked by the stable hand.

Remembering something that Vivien did to her, she removes her finger from her butt. Annette takes her vibrator from her other hand and then experimentally presses it against her backdoor. "Oh god," she gasps at the sensation of the vibrator drilling her there. It feels incredible. With shaky fingers she takes her left hand and begins to rub circles around her clit. "Fuck yes," she pants at the dual sensation takes over her body.

Resting her face against the porcelain lip of the tub, video forgotten, she closes her eyes as a host of other images play out in her head. Sebastian fucking Kathryn that first night, Dominic coming all over her, Vivien grinding her pussy against her face, Kathryn whispering filthy words in her ear as she got herself off on her thigh. The dirtier the images got, the harder she fucks herself until the toy has penetrated her ass. Annette cries out in surprise. It's a little painful, she feels so full even with only a few inches of the toy inside her. She increases the speed, the vibrations teasing formally unexplored nerves make her whole body tingle and her toes curl. Annette's hand on her pussy speeds up while she rocks harder on the toy. The water in the tub begins to splash onto the floor.

"Fuck my ass, fuck it, oh yesss" she mumbles to herself, pushing the vibe deeper inside her twitching asshole.

Then it happens. Just as she's starting to reach her peak, her knee slips out from under her, and she accidentally drops the toy into the water. Annette freezes, staring at the soapy water in shock for a moment before frantically trying to find it among the bubbles of the tub. When she finally locates the pale pink vibrator, she turns it on only nothing happens. Annette hits it against her palm as if that will magically make it turn on, but nothing.

"Shit," she curses. Body still humming and turned on she considers finishing herself of with her hand, but she's too distracted by the fact that she might have broken her favorite toy. Getting out of the tub, Annette quickly dries off then spends nearly a half an hour trying to fix the vibrator, but no luck. She tries different batteries, she tries taking it apart, but it's a lost cause.

Annette briefly flirts with going to Kathryn's room and stealing another one until she remembers the paranoid shrew locked her bedroom door. She could always pick it, but that might raise questions and scrutiny she's not interested in.

Sighing, she decides to forget it. Still feeling a little horny she realizes she's going to have to make do with her fingers. Annette puts on a nightie, the sexy light blue babydoll one that's two sizes too small for her and gets ready to settle into bed despite the fact that it's not even nine o'clock in the evening.

Combing out her hair, she wanders out onto the small balcony off of her room to stare up at the night sky. As she does, she notices a truck pull up in front of the house. A moment later Dominic hops out and goes around to the bed of the pickup. He pulls out a large heavy boy and as he's setting it down, he wipes his brow and looks up, catching her watching him. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face. Annette smiles back.

Perhaps she won't have to make do with her hand after all.

The thing about Paris is, you can't beat the sights.

Take for instance the view he's enjoying now. Sebastian's currently sharing a bed with two beautiful, blonde twin sisters. Propped up against a mountain of pillows, on a plush king-sized bed, he thoughtfully sips a glass of Cristal and leisurely strokes his dick while watching them sixty-nine the hell out of each other. Sebastian's fucked sisters before, he's even fucked twins, but never ones that were so enthusiastic towards one another.

He's so going to win this fucking bet.

This is hardly his only adventure this night. First, he fucked that model Seraphina over a mounting horse while her friend licked his balls. He'd gotten a blow job from a guy wearing a leash then double penetrated him with his boyfriend, before finally fucking a woman suspended from the ceiling. It's been great fun, but so far, the twins have been the highlight.

"Are you really sisters?" he asks as he watches them eagerly lick each other's bald pussies. Sebastian's heard of women in the porn industry getting plastic surgery to resemble a partner because, well, freaky shit sells. Everyone needs a gimmick. However, judging by their designer underwear and threads, he doubts that's the case here.

Smiling coyly, the blonde with the beauty mark on her shoulder (the only difference he can tell between them) who's named Maggie, crawls off of her sister, mouth wet with her juices. "We're really sisters," she tells him as she reaches for her twin and kisses her wantonly. His hand speeds up on his cock as he watches them grope one another and seemingly get lost in their desire before remembering he's there. Breaking away, her cherub cheeks flushed, she tells him, "We've always been close."

"So I surmised."

They crawl over to him, and Maggie goes right for his dick, replacing his hand with her own. Her blue eyes spark with mischief as she bends down to suck him off. Her sister, Maddie, tucks her long blonde hair behind her ear then joins her sister between his legs. She must be the shy one. "We used to sneak into each other's beds at night and…explore."

"Funny, I do the same thing with my sister."

She giggles as she reaches for the baggie of coke on the bedside table. "Are you twins too?"

He shakes his head. "No, stepsiblings."

Maggie pulls off his dick and shoots him a grin. "Like the Brady Bunch!"

"Yes, if Greg got laid more and Marsha was into butt stuff."

Maddie pours a little bit of coke on his dick and Sebastian hisses at the tingling sensation. Her sister holds her hair back as she leans down and snorts it off him. "How long have your parents been married?"

"Since we were twelve." He probably shouldn't be telling them this, but fuck it, they're not in any position to say anything.

"And did you always want to fuck her?"

"Always," he admits. "I got my first boner looking at her."

"That's so hot," Maggie giggles, kissing his mouth briefly then making her way down his naked torso and wrapping her lips around his cock once again. She sucks him off rapidly as her sister licks and sucks his balls, before inevitably coming together. Their mouths find one another, and they kiss against his swollen dick, their tongue's occasionally slithering out to lick his length. It's moments like these, Sebastian wishes they were allowed phones. He'd love to get a few pics of this shit to add to his journal.

Eager to get their attention back on him, he pats Maggie on the ass and tells her, "Get on your stomach."

She gamely does as ordered, spreading out on the bed as Sebastian then maneuvers her twin sister to lay on top of her, tits against her back. They giggle at the position, wiggling against each other. "Ooh naughty," Maddie laughs. "It's been a minute since we did this."

"My very own twin sandwich."

Sebastian kneels behind them admiring their splayed, pink pussies as he puts a condom on. "Amazing, even your assholes are identical," he marvels as he rubs both of their furrowed rims.

"Yeah, except Maggie doesn't like things in her ass," her sister chirps flashing a dirty grin over her shoulder and telling him, "But I don't mind."

Okay, maybe not so shy. "Of course you don't you dirty girl."

He winks at her then playfully slaps her ass. Grabbing lube from the bedside table he pours some into her hole before slowly working a finger inside her ass. It goes in like butter, which is surprising given the girls are maybe twenty-three at the most and very petite. He slips another in alongside it while his other hand plays with her sister's sloppy pussy. Sebastian glides a couple of curled fingers inside her. "Oh shit," Maggie gasps, bucking on his fingers. "Right there...how did you know…shit so good."

Sebastian kind of wants to finger her ass as well (forever wanting what he can't have) and maybe see if he can get her to love having something in her butt. However, his pulsating cock has different ideas. Removing his fingers from her puss, while keeping his other fingers lodged in her sisters back door, he pushes his cock inside her clenching hole. He fucks her with a few hard measured thrusts that have her sister holding on to her to keep from sliding off.

Maggie moans, demanding more while her sister reaches underneath her to play with her clit. Sebastian pulls out of her, then and draws his cock up, tracing over Maggie's asshole and then Maddie's pussy before pausing at her ass. He spits a couple times on her twitching hole before slowly working his cock inside. She grunts in discomfort at first as she withers atop her twin sister. Sebastian's amazed at how easy his cock slips into her asshole. A few thrusts in and she's taking him like a champ, bucking against him and whining for more. After a few minutes of this he switches back to her sister. At some point he grabs the baggie of coke and empties it out on Maddie's ass, snorting a fat line as he fucks her sister gruffly.

This continues on for a while, going back and forth between the girls' holes, even managing to finger Maggie's ass at one point. Of course, the bitch moaned for more. Finally, when Sebastian's balls are threatening to burst, he pulls out of both girls and then pushes Maddie on to her back beside her sister. Realizing what he intends to do, the sisters put their faces together. Sebastian tares off the condom and aggressively tugs on his dick. A few strokes and he's unleashing a steady stream of cum into both girls' mouths. It's rather impressive given the number of times he's already cum that evening.

Exhausted, Sebastian collapses onto the bed, panting as he absently watches the sisters make-out. They're slowly grinding against each other while they swap his cum between them. Jesus Christ, he thinks, I definitely won that mother fucking bet.

Speaking of which, he wonders what his dear sis is up to. He hasn't seen her since he went off with that model. Given her less than enthusiastic reaction to the proceedings so far, he suspects she's probably off in a corner somewhere sucking off some aristocrat. Sebastian can't imagine anything so boring.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he cleans up and gets redressed. The sisters are so preoccupied with getting each other off they don't notice when he slips out the door. Sebastian heads back to the first floor where he's surprised to see the party still going strong. He wanders through a couple rooms, taking in the sights while keeping an eye out for Kathryn. He's coming out of one of the BDSM rooms when he runs into Camille.

"Mr. Valmont, enjoying yourself?" She still looks as immaculate as she did when she greeted him earlier in the night. Not for the first time, Sebastian wonders if she actually participates in any of the goings on at the party or if she just gets off on watching it all.

"As a matter of fact, I am. You throw an excellent party Camille." Leaning against the wall, he offers up his most charming smile as he remembers the earlier quest. "I don't suppose you've seen Audrey Stone around at all, have you?"

"Now what makes you think she would attend a party like this?"

"Let's say a little birdie told me," he winks. "Come on, is she here?"

The older woman gives a little shrug. "Perhaps, although I can't say for sure." When Sebastian rolls his eyes at her lack of transparency, she laughs lightly. "However, I have seen that young woman you arrived with. Katrina, right?"

Something about the way she says her name tells him she suspects Katrina's supposed backstory is bullshit. Not wanting to linger on that he asks, "Where is she?"

She nods towards the room she just exited and smiles slyly. "Your girl puts on a hell of a show."

"Oh?"

"See for yourself."

Sebastian heads into another Edwardian ball room, this one however is not as bright, the chandeliers are dimmed giving it a decidedly sexier atmosphere. In one corner a band is playing while a familiar pop star croons an old standard, making everything feel slightly more dream like. There are a couple of people scattered around the large space, but for the most part everyone is gathered in the center of the room.

Curious what Kathryn could be up to, he joins the group, making his way to the front of the large, leather covered platform they are gathered around. What he finds makes his mouth go slack. It's Kathryn all right. Her wig and mask are still intact, but her clothes definitely are not. She's on her knees getting fucked from behind by a buff looking man in a venetian mask. Meanwhile another man who could be the other one's twin, stands over her as she works her mouth over his cock. She pulls off that man and throws her head back, a filthy smile on her lips as she bucks frantically against the man pumping inside her.

Sebastian watches in amazement as she reaches into the crowd and grabs at another man, pulling him in to join. This man too is wearing a mask.

"Feed me your cock," she orders, voice husky and sexy. He playmate eagerly pulls out his dick and Kathryn wastes no time wrapping her hand around him stroking him in time with the man she was blowing earlier. Guiding them to her lips she begins to alternate sucking down both of them.

It's then Sebastian realizes, shit. He definitely lost the bet.

It's not as if there aren't hotter scenes at the party or dirtier ones. However, there's something about this one, it's well…Kathryn. Sebastian's never seen her look so uninhibited, so confident, so much like her real self. She's gorgeous, the soft lighting making her alabaster skin glow. The sight of her swollen tits jiggling as she alternates between the two dicks in front of her, while a third fucks her from behind should make her look cheap. Instead, she looks almost majestic, untouchable. Clearly, he's not the only one entranced by her given the crowd that's gathered. It's easily one of the largest of the night.

The man fucking her comes with a deep grunt. He pulls out of her and tosses off the condom but doesn't leave. He remains there jacking his cock back to hardness as she works the two men over with her tongue, at one point fitting both men in her mouth at the same time before one pulls out. When he realizes that man intends to fuck her, something sparks inside of Sebastian. Something he doesn't fully understand.

In a flash he goes from being mesmerized by the scene and getting hard from it, to suddenly feeling overcome with a primal need to claim her. Which is strange, he's never once been jealous of Kathryn's lovers, not really. But here he was, practically shaking with the need to take her.

Pulling off the other man's cock, Kathryn gazes into the crowd and when her eyes land on his, her face breaks into that familiar predatory grin. Without even realizing he's doing it, Sebastian hops onto the platform and joins her. When he crawls up beside her, Kathryn laughs and runs her hands up his chest. "Enjoying the show brother dear?" She husks in his ear, "Want to play next?"

"I want to play now," he growls.

Sebastian swings her around, away from the other men and Kathryn scrambles to her hands and knees. Not letting her get her bearings and take control, he pins her down. He gruffly pulls out his pulsating cock and then shoves into with one brutal thrust. Kathryn would have heaved off the platform if he hadn't been holding her down. She cries out, her pussy soaked and perfect, convulses around his bare cock.

What happens next, he'll later blame on the cocaine he indulged in earlier. Kathryn will blame his demented psyche. Regardless of what's to blame it happens. Sebastian delivers the fuck of his life.

With one hand grasping tightly to her shoulder holding her down, the other squeezes her hip as he proceeds to pound the ever living shit out of her. He fucks her harder than he ever has before. Hell, he fucks her harder than he ever has anyone. It's like something inside him, something he's never truly explored before takes over and soon he's driving into her like a man possessed. Sebastian loses all sense of time and place, forgetting completely about the audience who is now watching them with rapt attention. The men who she was previously fucking are now jerking their dicks as they watch. Sebastian doesn't notice any of it. The only thing he can see is her and that smirk of hers and her goddamn cunt that he can't seem to stay away from.

He slams her so hard the platform beneath them shakes from his efforts. Kathryn's nails dig into the leather beneath them as she lets out one loud continuous moan. He's pretty sure he feels her pussy cum at one point, but he's too lost in his fog of lust to really consider it. At some point his hand moves from her shoulder to her hair and in the back of his mind he realizes that her wig she was wearing has fallen off. Fuck it, who cares? Nothing's stopping him in that moment.

Suddenly overcome with the need to see her face, he maneuvers her onto her back and rips her mask off. Sebastian's hand goes to her throat. He doesn't choke her, but he holds her down. She's panting hard. Kathryn's eyes are glazed over with lust, her mouth is hanging open, staring up at him as he pounds her to oblivion. You won't be able to fuck another man tonight or any night without feeling me inside you, he thinks. You can fuck every cock in this building, but it won't change the fact that you belong to me.

MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE.

Sebastian realizes he's saying this out loud, chanting it under his breath as he jackhammers inside her poor, swollen pussy. A strange sort of look appears on Kathryn's face, amusement mixed with lust maybe. But then he realizes, no, it's triumph. That figures, she's always wanted to break him. Well enjoy it while you can bitch.

He's not sure how long he lasts. The whole thing might be five minutes of five hours. It feels like five seconds, blink and you'll miss it. With a deep grunt he pounds her even harder, his hips slamming between her thighs at an alarming speed before fucking finally he feels himself cum. As he starts to fill her satanic cunt to the brim with his seed, his stepsister smiles faintly and pants, "Sore loser." Kathryn's eyes then roll back into her head, and she passes out.

Looking back on it later, Sebastian will remember this evening and his many sexual adventures as one of the best nights of his life. However, despite the crazy hot shit he's seen, the beautiful women he's fucked and those damn twins this night will forever be remembered in his mind for one reason and one reason only.

It's the night he fucked his sister unconscious.