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Cruel Love Anthology	By : CarolineSpencer Category: 1 through F > Cruel Intentions Views: 8536 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cruel Love Anthology
Disclaimer: I do not own Cruel Intentions. If I did Sebastian wouldn't have gone out in such a pussy move.
Authors Note: Hmm, there's a significant age difference between our couple in this one so if that creeps you out…well, odds are you already read chapter 2 and that had a big old age gap so it probably won't bother you so much. Read on.
Chapter Summary: He's tried to be good, honesty he has but one cannot simply ignore their nature. When his fiancée breaks up with him, Sebastian is free to pursue the most forbidden of fruits…his sixteen year old stepsister.

J is for Jailbait

"I can't do this anymore Sebastian…we're over."
Upon hearing his fiancées statement, Sebastian Valmont found himself taking a step back, as if he had just been socked in the gut. After Annette discovered his latest stunt he knew odds were good she would be mad, but he hadn't expected this. Judging by the way she wouldn't meet his stare she hadn't intended on saying it either.
"Ann, you don't mean that." He tried his level best to keep the tremor from his voice, but failed. "You're just upset-
"Oh, I'm way past upset Sebastian." Her voice was pained, but also eerily calm. As she finally looked up at him he noticed a lone tear run down her flushed face. "This has been coming on for months, you have to know that. You honestly think we could just continue on with how things have been?"
For once he was stumped for an answer. Sebastian had always prided himself on being able to charm his way out of any tough situation, but he found himself at a loss. Honestly, yes, he did think they could get over their recent troubles or at least that's what he had told himself. What he didn't want to admit was that perhaps she had a point. Perhaps they had taken things as far as they could go.
As his head reeled with this sudden development, one thought refused to leave his brain: We never should have left San Francisco.
He was so lost in his thoughts he hadn't realized he had said it out loud until Annette responded, "Yes maybe you're right. Maybe we could have avoided all of this if we hadn't come back to New York, but we did and here we are. Nothing's changed and you're still acting like a fucking adolescent."
Sebastian let out a frustrated growl as he banged the back of his head against the living room wall. "For the fortieth fucking time, I did not touch that girl."
"Right." Annette scooped up her abandoned laundry basket and began tossing in her clothes angrily. She liked to clean when she got angry even though it wasn't necessary. Their apartment might not be terribly elaborate, but they did employ a maid who came in during the work week. But Annette needed to keep herself busy or risk going after her boyfriend with her fists.
"I told you," he sighed exasperated, "I was just doing a favor for a friend."
"Don't." Her head whipped up and her angry stare bore into his as she hissed, "Do NOT even mention that twisted little girl's name to me. I cannot even believe you are still having anything to do with her after what she did to me!"
At the mention of what was 'done' to her, Sebastian suddenly found himself growing angry. "What, you're mad she told me about your affair?"
"Oh for the love of god, it was NOT an affair! John happens to work with me at the hospital. He's was my friend and colleague. We went to a work conference together and happened to fall asleep in the same hotel room. We DID NOT have sex. No matter what your scheming sister tells you, nothing happened."
For the briefest moment Sebastian was tempted to correct her by reminding her she was his stepsister, but thought better of it. "This isn't about Kathryn. Keep her out of it."
Annette tossed back her head and let out a short laugh. "Are you seriously going to stand there and defend her? This is all about Kathryn! From the moment we met her she's been trying to tear us apart for no reason other than her sick amusement."
He rolled his eyes. "You're being a tad dramatic."
"Am I? She seduced John in order to get information on us. Then used the information to blackmail me for weeks only to turn around and tell you anyway. She's constantly drawing you into her bullshit and you let her. I don't get it Sebastian, you're smarter than this. Do you really want to sleep with her THAT badly?"
"Of. Course. Not," he growled. He wasn't lying either. Sebastian had no desire to sleep with Kathryn. He wanted to fuck her. Brutally, violently, hard. He wanted to bend her over furniture and pound into her until his lust for her was finally sated. But of course, he wasn't about to tell Annette this.
Not that it mattered. She saw right though him, she always had. "You're so full of shit," she replied shaking her head at him before turning and heading into the next room. Sebastian followed after her. "I'm not blind. I see the way you look at her. I know that look all too well. It's the same one you used to wear in high school when you were circling your prey. You want her Sebastian, admit it."
He wasn't about to admit anything, no matter how true it might be. Grasping the back of the dinning room chair tightly, he leaned over the table and snarled back, "I have no interest in Kathryn whatsoever. She's my stepsister for Christ sakes. My sixteen year old stepsister to be more precise. I'm over twelve years older than her. I think we can both agree I'm far too pretty for jail. After the number she did on your boyfriend John, I would have to be insane."
"Yes, you would have to," she agreed as she began cleaning the table furiously. "But that's what you live for isn't it? You always want what you can't have Sebastian and it doesn't come more forbidden than Kathryn Merteuil."
"I have no interest in her"
"Sure you don't." Looking up from her cleaning, she suddenly went still as her gaze locked on his. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you've never touched her."
He walked around the table and cupped her cheek. "I've never touched her," he whispered his clear blue eyes locked on hers.
This wasn't technically a lie. Sebastian had never really touched her intentionally. However, in the six months he had known her Kathryn had on a few occasions touched him.
The first incident occurred when Annette was away on her work conference and he had spent the night at his fathers. He stepped out of the shower one morning to find the little vixen sitting on the bathroom sink, dressed in her goddamn school uniform, wearing a predatory smirk. Kathryn had asked him to drive her to school and when he inquired what he'd get out of it, she grabbed his dick and started jerking him off. Sebastian knew it was wrong, knew he was crossing over all sorts of boundaries, but he had been powerless to stop her. She got him off with the confidence of a practiced whore and then he came on her bare thigh. As she scooped his cum into her mouth she whispered that perhaps next time he could shoot it inside her.
The following incident happened after they had a big blow up when he discovered she had been blackmailing Annette. Kathryn had stormed out after he called her a worthless little slut and later that night he got a call from his friend Blaine telling him Kathryn was at his party and fucked up. Sebastian hadn't even questioned why he had let a teenager crash his party; he just took off to get her. When he arrived he found her nearly passed out in a bedroom with four guys half dressed. He gathered her up and took her home.
Kathryn had been out of it. It had been somewhat staggering to witness her completely out of control. Sebastian tried to put her to bed, but she was having none of it. She stripped down to her underwear, grabbed his hand and thrust it against her panty covered cunt. "Why won't you fuck me Sebastian?" she purred. For the briefest of seconds he let his fingers touch her, but then he stopped. He forced her inebriated ass back into bed and watched over her when she fell asleep. When he awoke the next morning he found her gone and she never mentioned it again.
Incident number three had been the worst and most embarrassing. A few weeks ago he had dropped off a belated birthday gift for his father when he walked by the library and heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. Unable to help himself he peeked in and was greeted by the sight of his darling stepsister getting her brains fucked out by some jock against the wall. Before he could step away Kathryn's eyes and opened and found him. She gave him that familiar predatory grin as she wailed in pleasure.
Sebastian should have gone home then, but he was nursing a sizeable hard-on and the thought of driving with it wasn't pleasant so he went to his bathroom. He shut the door and with shaking hands he jerked off to thoughts of his underage stepsister. Just as he was on the verge of coming he looked up in the mirror and saw the little bitch standing in the doorway dressed in only her underwear watching him with a triumphant smirk. He came seconds later and as he turned around she asked, "Still don't want to fuck me?" She let out a throaty chuckle before turning and leaving him with a handful of cum. It had been utterly humiliating.
Sebastian had never confessed any of this to Annette, but he didn't need to. He might not have fucked Kathryn but she knew he wanted to. Clearly she saw this in his eyes because she yanked her face out of his grasp and replied sadly, "I don't believe you anymore."
"I don't want her"
Annette ignored his claims and mused, "I don't get it. Is this some sort of pre-mid-life crisis?"
"I'm 28!" he exclaimed in annoyance. "I'm the same guy I always was Ann."
"No Sebastian, you're not." Tossing the rag in her hand down on the table in frustration she argued, "These past few months you've been behaving like that immature, arrogant little rich boy I first met in high school. I did not fall in love with that guy. I fell for that charming guy who came into my ER needing stitches. The guy who gave up chasing women and ruining lives for sport. The guy who learned his lesson. You're not that guy anymore Sebastian. You're not the guy I agreed to marry."
He wanted to argue with her, tell her she was wrong, of course he was the same guy, but he had done enough lying tonight as it was. Sebastian wasn't the same person he was in San Francisco. He wasn't sure he was ever really that guy.
Annette was wrong however about one thing. She had fallen in love with him in high school. Back then he had been infamous for his way with women and how he would brutally screw them over after he had gotten what he wanted from them. Annette had been one of his greatest victories. A few months before they met she had announced in Seventeen Magazine her intentions to remain a virgin under her wedding night. Of course he couldn't resist such a challenge and when she arrived at their school with her father – the new headmaster – he had quickly set about seducing her.
It hadn't been as easy as he initially thought, but he had conquered her none the less. After getting her into bed (and in less than three weeks no less) he had then sent out his own Manifesto via the internet detailing her deflowering, including pictures. Annette had been completely humiliated. When the school board refused to expel him (thanks to all those hefty Valmont donations) her father had been incensed and quit. The Hargrove's had left town soon after. Having not only slept with the school virgin, but getting the headmaster to quit had raised Sebastian's reputation to legendary status. He was a god at Manchester.
The ironic thing was he had actually liked Annette. She was smart, beautiful and had called him on his crap. For once he had genuinely felt guilty about what he had done to her, but it didn't last long. He brushed off those feelings and moved on to his next conquest, his therapist's daughter, Marci Greenbaum.
Six years later Sebastian had ran into Annette again when he least expected it. He was living in San Francisco then, had been for a few years. His life had turned around somewhat from what it had been in high school. He hadn't settled down per say, but he no longer took pleasure in destroying weak, defenseless girls. Instead, he concentrated on his career and only occasionally went to bed with someone.
One night, after cutting his hand on a broken champagne glass at a black-tie fundraiser, he had wound up in the emergency room. A pretty blonde physician had stitched up his hand. Sebastian had nearly doubled over in shock when he realized it was Annette Hargrove, his one time conquest and victim.
He expected her to scream at him, berate him for stealing her virginity and ruining her life or at the very least refuse to stitch him up. Instead, she smiled kindly at him and asked how he was doing. They had talked for awhile after that, caught up with each other's lives like they were old friends and not a scorned lover and her tormenter. Annette was just as he remembered her, beautiful, smart and kind.
She had been casually dating someone at the time, but it didn't last long. In a matter of weeks they were dating again. In a month he had moved her into his elaborate apartment over looking the bay. They lived together happily for three years and for once in his life Sebastian found himself content. Every now and again he would get the urge to lash out, do something dangerous, but then he would recall the past and he…contained it. It wasn't worth it.
When Annette got the offer to move to New York to work at Mount Sinai she was ecstatic. Sebastian less so. He had no inclination to ever head back to the east coast, but he couldn't stand the idea of breaking Annette's heart so he had pretended to be on board even though the whole proposition filled him with dread. Before they arrived he purposed over Chinese take-out and moving boxes. Annette hadn't cared about the less-than romantic setting. She threw her arms around him and squealed yes. They had never been as happy as they were in that moment.
Perhaps there was a grain of truth to Annette's assumptions that their problems began and ended with his stepsister, but he doubted it. For all hassles Kathryn had brought them upon entering their lives, if their relationship was as strong as they believed it to be, the schemes of a sixteen year old girl wouldn't have destroy them. Not even little Kathryn was that good. No, Sebastian imagined it was the secret he kept from her, the one he knew if she ever discovered it would end things between them for good. He had been right.
Annette had moved into the kitchen and was now filling the dish washer, loudly. Sebastian leaned against the doorway watching her silently. Finally, he voiced what had been festering in his brain for awhile now. "None of this had anything to do with Kathryn."
"Oh really?" she challenged.
"Yes. It has to do with Marci Greenbaum. You still haven't gotten past it, have you?"
Annette went still a moment before carefully setting the dish in her hand down in the sink. She turned to him, her face tired and her eyes guarded. "The girl is dead Sebastian. She's dead because of what you did. No, I haven't gotten past it. Have you?"
For the second time that night Sebastian had felt as if he'd had the wind knocked out of him. The accusatory look Annette was sending his way was even harsher than the one she'd given him the night she found out about his past, the night of the benefit when that cunt Regina accosted him. Even though Annette had been furious with him at first, she had claimed to have gotten over it and even told him she understood but he realized now that had been a lie. Annette never lied to him before.
Unable to stare into her judgmental eyes any longer he looked away and remarked quietly, but firmly, "I'm well aware of what happened. I've lived with it for ten years. but I have tried to move on with my life…with you. I was mistakenly under the impression that you were trying to move past it as well, but apparently I was wrong."
"I have tried Sebastian, but what do you expect from me? I'm a doctor! I know how precious life is and then I find out how you contributed to that poor girl's death, I can't just get over it! Life doesn't work that way!"
Sebastian was all too aware of her beliefs, which was why he never told her about Marci in the first place. He knew she would never be able to look past what he'd done and clearly he was right.
One of the conditions upon keeping him in Manchester after the Hargrove incident was he had to attend counseling. Of course his parents had insisted on the best and sent him to famous shrink to the rich Regina Greenbaum. She had been a self-righteous, phony, bitch and one day he spotted her daughters picture in her office. Unable to help himself, Sebastian targeted sweet little Marci and within a week he had her tied spread eagle to his bed. A few days later the pictures were all over the internet. The following day Marci took a gun to her temple and killed herself.
It hadn't taken the police long to discover the little website he had created mocking Marci and he had been questioned extensively. However, as much as the district attorney would have loved to have prosecuted him he would have had a better chance convicting Santa Clause for Marci's death. The Valmont's weren't just rich, they were powerful old money rich and could afford the best lawyers in the country. There was also the fact that she had committed suicide and while Sebastian might have contributed to her state of mind, he hadn't placed the gun in her hands. Legally, he was off the hook.
This of course wasn't good enough for Dr. Greenbaum and when the district attorney wouldn't do anything she turned to the civil courts and sued the Valmont's for an outrageous amount. Sebastian knew it had nothing to do with avenging poor Marci's death and everything to do with saving Regina's reputation and book sales. After all, how would it look it one of the most famous shrinks in the country couldn't even fix her own troubled daughter?
They had settled out of court and a gag order was put on everyone associated with the case for ten years. Well, as soon as the deadline was up Regina came at him full force, telling her sob story to anyone who would listen and hawking her tell-all book at the same time. Truthfully, Sebastian could give a shit who found out about it (most people in his circle already knew anyway) but he knew it would destroy things with Annette and apparently he had been right.
The thing Annette didn't get – that most people didn't get – was he did feel bad about it. Hell, he had changed his whole life after Marci killed herself. He gave up his womanizing ways and screwing with people for sport. Sebastian had tried to change, tried to be better, but in the end it was all for naught. What was the point if the only person who mattered couldn't see past what he had done?
Sebastian pressed his face against the cool stainless steel refrigerator and exhaled slowly. "This is all that bitch Greenbaum's fault. She couldn't wait to open her mouth and destroy my life."
"How can you say that?" Annette exclaimed. "After everything that poor women has been through..."
Looking over at her appalled he spat, "Poor woman? Oh no sweetheart, that woman is anything but poor. There's a sizeable hunk of my trust fund missing to prove it. No, Regina doesn't give a shit about her daughter, only about how it affects her reputation."
She shook her head in disbelief. "You can't know that."
"Actually I do," he asserted. "She wanted to ruin my life and low and behold it appears she has succeeded."
Slamming the dish washer door shut she turned back to him, hands on hips and argued, "That right there is your problem Sebastian. You refuse to take any responsibility for the part you played. Maybe you're right, maybe Dr. Greenbaum never really cared for her daughter, but that doesn't change what happened. You hurt that girl so bad she thought she had no other way to control her pain other than taking her own life. You have to own up to what you did."
"I have!" he exclaimed utterly frustrated. "I have done nothing but try to make amends to everyone, but it never seems to be enough!" Taking a few calming breaths he collapsed onto one of the bar stools that surrounded the center island. Finally meeting Annette's stare he said more as a statement then a question, "You are never going to get past this are you? You're never going to look at me like you once did. Every time you look at me you're going to see what I did to her. I'm right, aren't I?"
This time it was Annette who appeared ashamed. Her eyes immediately dropped to the worn dishrag in her hand. Biting the corner of her mouth she wouldn't meet his stare. Finally, she removed the Tiffany engagement ring from her finger and stared at it a beat before setting it down on the counter. Sebastian swallowed the lump in his throat and muttered, "Well, I guess I have my answer."
"I'm sorry Sebastian," she whispered as tears ran down her face.
"Don't be," he replied as he reached over and picked up the ring. Really, he had no use for it and god knows he didn't need the money, but he knew Annette wouldn't want to keep it. She had never been big on jewelry to begin with and it would be too much of a reminder of their failed relationship.
Getting to his feet he pocketed the ring and then told her before leaving, "I'll be by tomorrow to collect my things while you're at work. You can keep the apartment. Never really was my style anyway."
Annette huffed a laugh of agreement as he left the room. Numbly Sebastian headed for the door. As he was turning the knob she called out to him, "Sebastian wait a second."
Slowly he turned to face her. He wasn't expecting her to say she changed her mind or beg for him to stay so he wasn't disappointed when she approached him and said, "I need you to do me a favor."
He raised a bemused eyebrow at the request. She had just pummeled his heart and she wanted him to do something for her? Had it been anyone else he would have told them to go to hell but it was Ann so he found himself asking, "What do you need?"
"I know you're angry and hurt right now, but I need you to promise me you'll stay away from Kathryn."
Sebastian smirked and shook his head. "You're still on that?"
"I'm serious Sebastian."
Indeed, judging by the intense look on her face he knew she was, but he was hurt and in the mood to be a brat. "It might be rather difficult, seeing as she is my stepsister."
"Try," she ordered him sternly. "No matter what you believe, that girl is dangerous. Look at what she did to John. His whole life is screwed up just because he went to bed with her."
Sebastian wasn't about to shed any tears for lecherous John. The man claimed to have not have known Kathryn's true age, but he didn't buy it for a minute. Even if he had, he doubted it would have made any difference. "He knew the risks for fucking a sixteen year old. He got what was coming to him."
"And you'll get what's coming to you if you sleep with her as well," Annette advised. Taking his hand in hers she gave him a small smile. "Contrary to what that ego of yours is likely telling you, I am not jealous of Kathryn. That's not what this is about. I'm trying to look out for you. That girl is seriously disturbed Sebastian and she's been looking to get her hooks in you since the night you met. Please just consider what I'm saying."
He wasn't an idiot. He realized Annette had a very valid point. She might just be a teenager but Kathryn was easily one of the most dangerous predators he had ever met. It was likely the reason he was so attracted to her. Sebastian saw glimpses of himself in her, glimpses of the past. He knew she was dangerous, but he couldn't help himself. Given half a chance she probably would screw him over. Even knowing that he wasn't sure it was enough to keep him away from her.
Still, he nodded at his former fiancée in agreement. "I know exactly who Kathryn is and what she's capable of Annette. You have nothing to worry about."
She eyed him doubtfully as she leaned back against the doorjamb and crossed her arms to her chest. "That wasn't exactly a promise."
"No, I guess it wasn't. Look, I'll be fine. No worries. I can more than handle one over-sexed teenager," he explained dryly.
Annette knew she wasn't likely to get anything better than that so she nodded. Reaching out she cupped his face and whispered, "Take care of yourself Sebastian."
"Will do," he replied trying his best to appear flippant. He was about to strut out of there without a backwards glance, but stopped himself. Leaning forward he kissed her forehead and told her softly, "I did love you."
"I know," she replied softly, a tear falling down her cheek. "Me too."
Sebastian nodded, took one last lingering glance at her then walked away. As he waited for the elevator he heard Annette close the door behind him. He shut his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose trying to will away the tears that suddenly and unexpectedly wanted to fall. The doors opened and he stepped inside, collapsing against the wall. He knew this was coming on for some time, but it still hurt. He felt like such a…failure. Yes, that was the right word for it.
When the elevator dinged and the doors opened Sebastian tried his best to shake it off. The doorman greeted him as he left and he offered a bane smile before getting in his jag and driving off.
As he drove he considered Annette's warning. He realized he should heed it. It would be wise to get a room at the Four Seasons or drive over to the west side and crash at Blaine's for the night. Really, any option other than the one he was considering would do. Yet all the same he found himself driving further uptown to his father's.
Even as he pulled up to the elaborate three-story townhouse on Fifth ave and 78th street, he shook his head at his stupidity. With what was going on in his life at this moment he should be trying to avoid trouble, not run to it but here he was. Shaking his head he cursed and slammed his door as he got out of the car.
Sebastian stormed past the doorman, not even bothering with a greeting as he entered the house. He took the elevator to the second floor and was immediately greeted by one of the maids. She looked momentarily startled at his presence. True, he didn't live there full time but he did have his own room and god knows lately he had spent more than his fair share of time there.
"M-Mr. Valmont, good evening." She was a chunky thing in her late thirties and wouldn't look him in the eye. "Sir, your parents have gone out for the night."
"Of course they have," he called over his shoulder as he headed to the east wing parlor. He doubted his father or stepmother ever spent a quiet night in, far too busy with their respective assassinations to bother. No wonder his new stepsister was so fucked up.
He had ever intention of cutting through the parlor and heading back to his bedroom with no plans for a layover. Fate it would seem was not on his side. As soon as he stepped into the room he was greeted by the sight of his teenage stepsister lounging on the sofa. She sat rim-rod straight with a vodka-tonic in one hand and an open folder laid out across her lap. She was studying it intently. Her bright green eyes looked up at him alert and surprised as he entered.
Sebastian realized when he arrived that odds were good he'd run into Kathryn, but upon seeing her it suddenly hit him what a bad idea this truly was. Especially when she leveled that familiar predatory smirk at him. No sixteen year old girl should ever be able to smile like that.
"Good evening Sebastian," she purred seductively somehow making it seam like an invitation. "I wasn't expecting you tonight."
"Last minute change of plans," he grumbled doing his best to ignore her as he tried to walk past.
Kathryn rose to her feet quickly. "Well good, because I have something to show you."
Sebastian held up his hand. "Not now Kathryn," he stretched out the syllables of her name as he did when she irritated him. "I'm heading to bed. Alone. Good night."
He strode down the hallway and entered his room making sure to close the door behind him as he did. He should have locked it because as soon as he took a seat behind his desk Kathryn came sweeping into the room, her seductive smirk now replaced by a annoyed scowl. "What's up your ass?"
Sebastian shoved a cigarette between his lips and lit it, glaring at her the whole time. He said a silent prayer of thanks to whatever deity that she wasn't wearing her fucking school uniform. She looked sexy in hell in it, but it always made him feel like some lecherous old man. Not that she didn't look hot wearing her sleek, strapless black dress with a cashmere cardigan tied around her shoulders, but she looked decidedly more grown up. He felt less like a sleaze for wanting to bang her. Sebastian shook the thoughts away.
"Nothing," he barked, "I'm just not in the mood for any of your bullshit tonight."
She studied him a moment and remarked, "Something's up with you."
The girl was far too intuitive for her own good. Wanting to rid himself of temptation he figured nastiness was the quickest way to get rid of her. "My life is none of your concern Kathryn. Forgive me if I have no desire to hash out my problems with some spoiled teenager."
Kathryn's expression went hard at the insult and he could see her physically hold back her instinct to throw a tantrum. Instead, she composed herself and huffed, "Fine, have it your way." She held up the folder in her hand and explained, "There was something I thought you might like to see, but clearly you have no interest. Good night Sebastian."
As she stormed over to the door in a huff he knew it was best to just let her leave yet he knew he wouldn't. He wasn't sure if it was because he was just that curious as to what she had in her folder or if he disliked the idea of her being mad at him. The latter was a troubling thought. "Kathryn wait…what did you want to tell me?"
She waited a beat before pivoting back around and when she did she contemplated him with narrowed eyes. Slowly she approached the desk. "Apologize," she demanded.
"Excuse me?"
"Apologize first," she stated firmly, "then I'll show you what's in my folder." She somehow managed to make the demand sound like a double entendre.
Rolling his eyes he bit back the curse that wanted to fly out of his mouth. "Fine, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."
"Good boy," she praised in the same condescending tone she used with her little minions. He snarled at her but she just smirked then handed over the folder. "Take a look."
Sebastian wasn't sure what he expected when he opened it, but he was shocked to discover what he held in his hands. He had to reread the information several times just to understand it. When the information began to take root he found his pulse had quickened and his hands trembled. "Jesus fucking Christ," he breathed astonished. He stubbed out his cigarette and looked up at his stepsister utterly flabbergasted. "Is this for real?"
"Of course," she sighed as she took a seat on the other side of the desk. Smoothing out her dress she mused, "Even I'm not that good."
"How did you…"
"I had a hunch. Being a teenage girl I know a little about how we operate-
"But you're not an average teenage girl," he grumbled his gaze falling back to the papers in his hand.
"Thank you," she replied as if it was a compliment. Indeed, it probably was. "Like I was saying, I was suspicious because if a girl is humiliated their first inclination is not to hurt themselves, but someone else. Even if she wanted to harm herself it would likely only be for attention, to make someone feel sorry for her. Not to mention, what are the odds she would manage to succeed in killing herself on the first try. According to Mommy Greenbaum, Marci was a perfectly healthy teenage girl who never showed signs of depression. Well, going by that information in your hand we know that's a big fucking lie."
Reading over the file he was hard pressed to agree. It was medical records, more to the point Marci Greenbaum's medical records going back ten years before her death. It stated she had been treated for psychiatric problems since she was ten years old. She had been in and out of hospitals all over the east coast being treated for some sort of personality disorder.
"You're not the first boy she tried to kill herself over." Sebastian looked up sharply and Kathryn explained, "Look towards the back."
Sure enough there it was. Marci had attempted suicide various times over the years. Some times she blamed it on boyfriend troubles, other times pressure with school and of course trouble at home. Three months before she died she had nearly succeeded by taking a handful of pills followed by a bottle of jack.
Sebastian's mind reeled with this information. For years he had thought he was solely responsible for Marci's demise, now he finds out it was a big fucking lie. The girl would have tried to off herself over a sneeze, he was just the scapegoat. The scapegoat created by her bitch mother.
"How did no one know about this?"
Kathryn shrugged. "Greenbaum had her medical records sealed so the court couldn't touch them, no one could. She knew her reputation would be destroyed if it got out. Can you imagine what her rich clients would do – not to mention her millions of readers – if they found out the esteemed doctor couldn't keep her own kid sane? That she likely helped drive her to an early grave? She'd be ruined. She used you Sebastian and your history to hide the truth. Then she used it to pillage your trust fund. You've been played Valmont."
Sebastian's whole being vibrated in anger as he realized she was right. For nearly ten years he had been driving himself crazy, filled with guilt over what he'd done when really he was just the pansy. He had turned his whole goddamn life upside down, moved across the country and changed his ways for nothing. Annette left him because of this.
"That lying fucking BITCH!" he hollered as he picked up a metal paperweight and flung it across the room. It smacked across his closet door with a loud thud. Kathryn jumped in her seat then looked at him with a startled expression. It soon melted into a grin. "I'm going to eviscerate that scheming cunt," he seethed. "When I'm done with her she'll be aching to join her darling daughter in the great beyond."
Kathryn rose to her feet with barely contained glee. "Glad to hear it. Would you like some help?"
Sebastian looked up at her curiously. His fury momentarily faded as he considered her offer and how pleased she looked with herself. "That's quite the generous offer, sis."
"Well you know me, I'm all about giving," she replied with saccharine sweetness.
"Right. Of course there's always the possibility that this is all just another one of your demented schemes."
She leaned back against the desk and studied her manicure, her face a mask of boredom. "Contrary to what you may believe Valmont, I really don't care all that much about your sad little life."
"Sure you don't." Striding over to her he reached out and caught her chin gruffly forcing her to meet his gaze. "What's in it for you Kathryn?"
Jerking her face away she spat, "I was just repaying a debt. I figured I owed you one after you helped me out with that Victoria matter."
The 'Victoria matter' as she phrased it, was the favor he had done for her last week, the one he assumed Annette was pissed at him for. Victoria Adams was a senior classmate of Kathryn's who had been spreading rumors around school that Kathryn was bulimic. Whether it was true or not (Sebastian knew for a fact it was) wasn't the point. He wasn't about to let some prissy little bitch tarnish his faux-sister so he had easily agreed to help Victoria get caught cheating on her boyfriend with him. Of course he hadn't actually touched her, just drugged her and made sure her jock boyfriend found them. Victoria was utterly devastated and took his warning to heart about leaving his sister alone. Kathryn told him later on that Victoria was transferring to a boarding school in Connecticut.
Even though it was true that Kathryn owed him one, he didn't think this had anything to do with it. "No, sorry try again."
"Fine," she replied her tone clipped and even. "You know why I dug up this information. I want to see you returned to your former glory."
Sebastian rolled his eyes upwards and groaned. "This again."
From the first night they met Kathryn had made her intentions known that she wanted to see him returned to who he was before the incident with Marci. It had been the night of their parent's engagement party when they first met. Sebastian had immediately seen through her 'good girl' act, but didn't get confirmation on her real characters until later that night. He and Annette had snuck away to his bedroom and had a quickie. After Annette left Kathryn appeared from off the balcony. She had seen the whole thing.
She mocked their vanilla performance and huffed about how she didn't really believe he was as great with women as was rumored. Sebastian was shocked to hear she knew everything about his past including Marci. He soon discovered how when she produced his journal. He had left it behind when he moved to San Francisco and Kathryn had found it. The little bitch refused to give it back, telling him she'd return it when he became what he once was. It had seemingly been her mission to turn him back into the womanizing, scheming, playboy of his youth. Evidentially it looked like she had finally succeeded.
"Jesus," Kathryn huffed, "Can't you see I'm doing you a favor? Or do you like being considered a pussy whipped doormat?"
"It's called being an adult"
"By who? Doctor Dorothy and her loser friends?" Her expression softened a fraction as she added, "You're better than that Sebastian, or at least you could be. The guy whose journal I read would never put up with her shit or anyone else's, including Dr. Greenbaum. He would destroy that bitch and never look back. That's the guy I want to see you become. That guy was magnificent."
Sebastian remembered Annette's disgust with the idea that he was turning back into the guy he use to be. His hand reached into his coat pocket and fingered the diamond engagement ring. He examined it a moment before setting it down on the desk. "Not everyone agrees with you," he muttered rubbing a tired hand across his face.
Kathryn picked up the ring and stared at it stunned. "You broke up?"
"Yes"
He could tell by the tell-tale twitch of her lips that she was dying to smile, giggle, laugh at this development. "Should I say I'm sorry?"
"Why?" he grumbled, "After you worked so hard to tear us apart in the first place."
"Give it a rest you fucking drama queen," she huffed. "I didn't make her cheat on you."
"Annette never cheated on me," Sebastian sneered. He realized for the first time that this was true. In the back on his mind he always knew she hadn't fucked John – but he knew she wanted to and in a way that was worse. "Anyway, that had nothing to do with it. It was the Marci thing. After Regina pounced on her with our past – which by the way I know you had a hand in."
Kathryn opened her mouth to protest, but he placed a finger over her lips quieting her. "Don't even bother you little psychopath. I know you aimed her at Annette, but I'm choosing to let it go. She would have found out eventually." Sebastian sighed, "Annette basically told me tonight that she can't get past it. She blames me completely for what happened to Marci."
The petite brunette leaned against the desk and crossed her arms to her chest. "Well we both know you're not to blame so why don't you just show her the folder." Kathryn rolled her eyes as if the mere idea disgusted her which undoubtedly it did. "She'll see you were set up and fall back into your arms and the two of you can live happily ever blah, blah, fucking blah."
Sebastian smirked sadly at her sullen attitude then shook his head. "Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way. Annette will just say I'm not taking responsibility for my actions. That I'm acting like an adolescent by trying to blame someone else for what I've done." Taking the ring back from her he walked over towards his bureau and tucked it away in an antique box. Turning back around he told her firmly, "Me and Annette are over."
As he said it he was struck by the truth of the statement. They were over with. Sebastian realized that if he truly wanted Annette back he could probably get her. All it would take would be a stirring speech or two and likely the promise that he wouldn't go near Kathryn again with a ten foot pole. But he realized, quite startlingly, that he didn't want her back. He didn't want to go back to being that 'door mat' as Kathryn called him. And as much as she was a gigantic pain in the ass most of the time, he didn't particularly want to give up his relationship with his stepsister, as twisted and fucked up as it was.
"Try not to look too devastated about it princess," Sebastian chastised her dryly when he noticed her smirking.
Her smirk deepened as she slowly, sensuously strut over to him. "So, what are you going to do now that you're finally free?"
"Haven't given it much thought." He let his gaze sweep over her petite form. "Any ideas?"
"Maybe." Sebastian cocked an eyebrow questioningly as they stared each other down for one long moment. Finally, she huffed out a sigh of annoyance. "Alright, I'm only going to say this once, so listen up. Let's stop screwing around. I want to fuck. Are you in or are you out?"
His chest expanded as he let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding in. In all the time they had known each other Kathryn had never come right out and asked him to fuck her. She tempted him, teased him, but never out right suggested they fuck. He was slightly startled and turned on at the same time. However, the way she said it and the demanding tone she used made him want to laugh. It was just so Kathryn.
Even as he considered her proposition he didn't let it show on his face. He wore a mask of impassivity as he drawled, "What makes you think I'm interested in your underage twat?"
She didn't even flinch at the insult. Sidling up beside him she ran her hands across his chest and then snaked one into the pocket of his trousers. Kathryn reached for his half hard dick and squeezed causing Sebastian to hiss through his teeth. "This, for starters," she explained smugly.
Suppressing a moan he tried his best to ignore the hand caressing him through the Italian fabric of his pants. He let her play for a moment before removing her hand and walking past her. Over his shoulder he called to her, "As interesting as your seduction strategy is…I'm going to have to pass."
"Pardon me?"
Sebastian smirked at her incensed tone as he removed a cigarette from his sterling silver case. He knew Princess Merteuil wasn't used to being shot down so he savored the small victory. Facing her he lit his cig and inhaled before explaining, "You know before Annette and I parted ways she had one request."
"She wanted your balls as a souvenir?" she grumbled.
"Cute, but no. She asked that I stay away from you," he revealed. "Annette believes you'll be the end of me and I'm tempted to agree."
"Oh, so you did hand your balls over to her," Kathryn mused. "That prissy little bitch is just jealous of me. It must be difficult to realize your boyfriend rather fuck his stepsister than you. Tell me Valmont, do you ever think of me when you're inside of her?"
He had, but just once. The night he got an eyeful of her humping what's-his-name he had gone home to find an amorous Annette. She had dragged him back to the bedroom thinking his hard-on had been for her when it was really for an underage teenager. Sebastian had tried not to, but as he thrust eagerly into his fiancée all he could think about was Kathryn. He had been rougher with her than normal, more aggressive and when he came it took everything in him to not groan his stepsister's name.
It was the one and only time he let his mind wander to his little Lolita while with Annette. Up until then he had been fairly good at keeping his love for Annette separate from his lust for Kathryn. Now, it was completely fucked up.
Snapping out of his thoughts he lied easily to her. "No, never."
"Liar, liar, pants on fire," she sing-songed as she trailed her manicured nails over the black fabric of his Prada suit. "You want this, you want me."
Sebastian leaned closer to her until their mouths were only a hairs breath away. "Maybe I do," he admitted, "But that doesn't mean I'm stupid enough to act on it. I know you Kathryn, I know what you're capable of. I saw it first hand with Dr. John."
She chuckled softly. "That was just for fun. Besides I was doing you a favor."
"And I appreciate it baby, but you're dangerous. I fuck you, and you own me. All it would take is one word for you and I'm in Sing Sing doing five years for statutory rape. No pussy – I don't care how tempting – is worth that. I'm going to pass, sis." He placed particular emphasis on the name.
Sebastian leaned back against the desk waiting to hear her argument. Kathryn's shrewd gaze studied him a moment before she asked, "Do you really think I'd screw you over like that?" He was surprised when she had the gall to sound hurt.
"I think you're capable of it," he admitted. "Perhaps that's not your intention now, but if I fall out of line, do something you don't like, I don't trust you not to use it against me."
Kathryn nodded as if agreeing it was a possibility. "You forget one thing brother dear, you're just as capable of screwing me over. What do you think would happen if people found out I was screwing my black sheep stepbrother? My stepbrother who was recently engaged? My reputation would be completely fucked. Let's face it, between the both of us you're the one with the reputation for ruining girls you sleep with."
Sebastian nodded. "Yes, but ruining a reputation isn't exactly the same thing as sharing a cell with Bubba the child molester, now is it? It's too dangerous princess. Some lines aren't meant to be crossed."
Placing her hands on his thighs she moved her hands up his body and pressed herself into him temptingly. "There in lies the fun Valmont. It's forbidden fruit, that's what makes it so hot." Kathryn flicked her tongue across his lips then pouted prettily. "I thought you turned over a new leaf."
"More like I was kicked off the wagon," he replied dryly.
Still, she brought up an interesting point. He wondered if his attraction to her was purely based on the fact that it was so forbidden. Yes she was beautiful and challenging, yes she was sexy and fun but then again so were a lot of girls. He never had this reaction, this insane visceral hunger for another human being the way he had for her. Was it just because she was so young and semi-related to him? Was he really that twisted?
"Tell me again you don't want to fuck me," she taunted before nipping his chin with her teeth.
"Kathryn…" he groaned in warning.
Her lips curled in twisted delight when she sensed she was getting to him. "I'd let you put it anywhere," she whispered into his ear.
Sebastian's dick actually twitched at the invitation. Fuck, he needed to get out of there, this had gone far enough. He couldn't actually do this…could he? Trying his damndest to stay in control he growled, "I'm sure you tell that to all the guys. You really think you're that tempting?"
"I do," she replied confidently. "I'm not exaggerating Sebastian when I say I'm the fuck of the century."
"Smug little bitch, I'd eat you alive." One part of his brain was screaming at him to get the hell out of there the other part was mentally calculating all the depraved things he wanted to do to her. Unable to help himself he continued on taunting her. "When I got through with you Kathryn, you wouldn't be able to walk for a week."
"Yes," she hissed, her voice filled with longing.
Realizing he now had the upper hand Sebastian lowered the boom. Pushing her away he told her simply, "But I won't. Like I said before, not worth it."
Breathing somewhat unsteadily and wincing as he walked because of his now full blow hard-on, Sebastian headed for the door. He was confident he had his balls firmly intact – even if there were now bloated and aching to empty themselves inside the psychotic little slut. Still, he argued to himself that he was doing the right thing, the sane thing. Kathryn would only bring trouble.
He was almost out the door when she called to him, "You're a fucking pussy Valmont. I'm so disappointed."
There was something about her tone that made him stop. Sebastian couldn't say exactly what it was. Was she challenging him? Was she hurt that he rejected her? Was it because deep down he feared it was true that he had gone soft? Either way he knew he was fucked. He was going to let his dick and his ego override his brain.
Rather than go for the door handle, he went for the lock. He turned it with a satisfying click. Pivoting on his heel he spun back around and went for her. Grabbing her by the nape of her neck he crushed her petite form to him then slammed his mouth against hers. Kathryn let out a surprised whimper then soon went slack against him, easily melting into his embrace. He thrust his tongue aggressively into her mouth demanding entrance, demanding that she keep up with his passion. She didn't disappoint.
Sebastian thrust his hands into her hair fisting it roughly as he jerked her head back and pulled his mouth away. Panting, he smiled ruefully down at her. Kathryn's bright green eyes went wide in surprise at the sudden movement. He wondered if he was hurting her, but didn't linger over it.
"Alright, this is how this is going to go," he told evenly. "I'm going to take you up on your generous offer." Grabbing the black cashmere sweater tied around her shoulders he yanked it off and tossed it aside. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you and you're not going to open your mouth about it to anyone."
"Fine," Kathryn grit out impatiently through clenched teeth. "Just get on with it."
"Not yet," he replied slowly. "A warning first. If I find out you opened your mouth about anything that goes on here tonight, if you tell one of your little friends, your bitch mother Blaine, I'll destroy you." Reaching around, he violently unzipped the back of her dress. "If you try to screw me over, I'll make you wish you were never born sis. Understand?"
"Yes"
"Good girl." Grasping the delicate fabric of her dress in his fist he pulled it down briskly leaving her in only her black strapless bra and skimpy panties. He momentarily flashed back to that moment Kathryn caught him jerking off and how she lingered in the doorway wearing only her underwear. Sebastian remembered how much he wanted her in that moment, how desperate he had been to get his hands on her, but circumstances had prevented it. Now he was free. Free to touch her and do whatever else he pleased to her body.
He let his gaze linger on her body for a moment before he wretched her hips to his making her feel how hard she made him. "Do you feel that?"
"Uh huh," she breathed.
"I'm going to destroy you with it. Last chance to back out now because I won't stop until I've had my fill of you," he told her realizing how true it was. If he was going to step over this line he wasn't going to do it half assed.
Kathryn gaze darkened at the threat and a slow, teasing smile, appeared on her lips. "Do your worst," she taunted before lunging at him. Her mouth crashed into his surprising him with the force of it. He kissed her back just as hungrily, but then yanked away.
"We're playing this my way tonight," he instructed. "Can you hand over control?"
"Perhaps," she replied uneasily.
"You will." Before she could argue further he lifted her up and carried her back to the bed. Kathryn's legs wound around his waist as he strode over to the sleigh bed and he tossed her back on the mattress.
Immediately Kathryn tried to sit back up, but he was on her in a second. Pressing his forearm to her chest, he pinned her to the bed. She struggled slightly against his dominance. "Behave," he warned her like she was a misbehaving child, "or I'll force you to suck me off and then I'll leave."
"I'd like to see you try," she grumbled.
"No you wouldn't. Now, let's get a look at that underage twat you love taunting me with so much. I'm curious if it lives up to the hype," Valmont taunted as he toyed with the edge of her panties. He was going to teasingly remove them but he found his patience wearing thin. He ripped the flimsy fabric away with one quite motion that caused Kathryn to gasp.
Using one hand to hold her down, the other opened her legs wider. Sebastian wasn't surprised in the least to find her completely bare. He spread her lips. She was completely smooth, pink, and glistening wet. Glancing up at her he smirked, "Very nice but how do you feel."
"Why don't you find out?"
Sebastian ran one finger teasingly down her cleft before finding her hole. Slowly he pushed inside and then groaned as if he was the one being penetrated. "Shit, you're so snug." He had nearly forgotten how good teenage pussy was, but then again the last time he had indulged he was a teenager.
Kathryn squirmed impatiently underneath him. "Stop teasing Valmont and get on with it."
Annoyed by the command he shoved a second finger in beside the first none-too-delicately. He moved them roughly inside her, stretching his long fingers as deep as he could go. "Better?"
"Yes," she breathed as her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. Her hips eagerly thrust up meeting his greedy fingers. "God, you're good at that."
"Years of practice my dear," he drawled as he unhooked her bra. Pulling the cups away he admired her perky breast. They weren't overly large but a nice hand full and clearly as her. Sebastian flicked his tongue teasingly over her areola causing Kathryn to bite out a curse and arch into his touch.
He continued finger fucking her with in a steady unhurried rhythm enjoying the exquisite look of pleasure filled agony playing out on her face. Tracing the swollen hood of her clit with his thumb, he applied just enough pressure to send her skyrocketing into orgasm with a strangled moan.
As she came down for her orgasm, Sebastian leaned back on his hunches and admired her. She looked so appetizing laid out across his bed, her pale skin contrasting nicely against the dark color of the duvet. The sight made him throb in his pants. He pressed the heel of his palm against the bulge in his trousers, attempting in vain to alleviate some of the pain.
Seeing him touch himself as he looked at her, Kathryn flicked her tongue over her dry lips. "Would you like me to take care of that?"
"Not yet. First I want to spread you out and eat you until you beg for my cock."
She swallowed hard at the pronouncement, but replied stubbornly, "I don't do begging."
"You will," he replied with an arrogant grin.
Sebastian got down on he knees, knowing he would be cursing himself later when they ached from the hard wood floor, but right then he couldn't bring himself to care. He tugged Kathryn's pelvis to the edge of the bed and draped her legs over his shoulders. His finger spread her slick lips and he hummed as he took in her heady scent. She was perfection.
On the first swipe of his tongue Kathryn jerked. He squeezed her hips, holding her in place as he proceeded to lick and nibble every inch of her pretty little pussy. He used the tip of his tongue to burrow into her snug entrance again and again. Meanwhile, Kathryn ground her pelvis shamelessly against his mouth desperate to cum. When he latched on to her exposed clit she came shrieking and trembling against his mouth. Sebastian didn't let up however as he continued to tongue he through her cum. Less than two minutes later she climaxed again this time when he brushed his tongue against her back hole.
When Valmont continued his assault on her pussy Kathryn attempted to jerk away. "S-Sebastian, it's too much. I can't…" He knew after coming three times that her tender sex was probably too sensitive to be touched, but he didn't care. He wanted to push her to her limits.
"Push through it," he instructed her before latching his mouth onto her clit and sucking her harder than he had so far. When Kathryn cried out, he wasn't sure if it was in pleasure or pain. She withered under him as if trying to get away, but he held her firm and continued to lap at her tender cunt.
Eventually she seemed to push her way through the discomfort and she was soon pumping her hips mindlessly against his mouth, clutching her breasts, and muttering nonsense the entire time. Sebastian chuckled against her. "That's my girl, cum for me sis. I want this little pussy to cum again."
With one final flick of his dexterous tongue she climaxed harder than she had all night, jerking against the bed cover and drenching it in her girl cum. Sebastian watched her utterly entranced. She had the best cum face he had ever scene.
As he observed her come down from her high and her eyes began to focus once again, he climbed back onto the bed beside her, removing his jacket in the process. Toying with her nipple he asked, "How you feel?"
"Tired," she muttered hoarsely.
"How disappointing," he remarked as if offended, "We've barely begun and you're already tuckered out. And here I thought you were the fuck of the century."
Kathryn's eyes narrowed and her expression tightened in anger at the insult. Getting up suddenly she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. "Arrogant, son of a bitch," she hissed as she struggled to pin his arms to the mattress.
Sebastian let her get the upper hand for only a moment before he rolled them back over and climbed on top of her. She fought furiously to toss him off. "Think you can top me?" he taunted.
"I know I can asshole," she spat as she ratcheted up his dress shirt and dug her nails into his skin. When Sebastian hissed in pain she used the opportunity to push him back and tried to regain control.
He quickly got his bearings and reaching for her he chose another tactic. He began tickling her. Kathryn started shrieking and desperately trying to jerk away from his touch. Sebastian soon found himself joining in her laughter. "Give up?"
"YES!" she gasped through her giggles. "Just stop, please."
When he stopped she fell onto her back and he rested on top of her. Gently wiping away the strands of hair from her face, he was suddenly struck by how beautiful she was. Something inside Sebastian lurched as he took in her serene, laughing appearance. It was the first time he had ever seen her appear relaxed.
Needing to break himself of the spell he suddenly found himself falling under he told her, with the same authoritative bite he had used earlier, "I want you to suck my cock Kathryn."
She offered him a smile as she nodded and got up from her position underneath him. Straddling his legs Kathryn unbuckled his pants and removed his belt with one practiced move then unfastened his trousers. She rid him of his pants in the same gruff manor he had removed her clothes. Sebastian kicked his pants away and toed his shoes off. Teasingly she pulled his black Armani boxer briefs away. He let out a moan as his poor cock was finally freed from its confines.
Reaching out, Kathryn clasped his swollen member in her fist and slowly jerked him off. "You may be an asshole Valmont," she mused, "But you have a beautiful dick."
"Thank you," he replied as he stretched out. "Why don't you put it in your mouth?"
She stroked him a few more times before bending down and doing just that. He expected her to tease him for awhile knowing how much she enjoyed torturing him. He was genuinely surprised when instead she took all nine inches into her mouth.
Feeling himself suddenly engulfed in the warm, wet cavern of her mouth was nearly too much. Sebastian jerked forward and called out, "FUCK, Kathryn!"
She looked up at him, her eyes dancing with mischief as her pretty pink lips stretched around his girth. Slowly she slid her lips back up his pole and then teasingly went back down again. Pulling him out of his mouth, she jerked him as her tongue stiffened and traced the veins of his cock. When the flat of her tongue moved against the sensitive underside of his rod he groaned and thrust his hips upwards. He needed to get his shit together or the little bitch would make him cum before he was ready.
When she abandoned his cock all together and began sucking and nibbling on his balls, he regained his equilibrium. Sebastian fisted his cock as she sucked his left ball into her mouth and then let it go with an audible pop. He used the opportunity to rearrange himself, getting onto his knees. Cupping her face in his hand Sebastian drew Kathryn back to his dick and pushed it forcefully into her mouth.
He held her head still as he thrust all the way to the back of her throat. Her eyes widened in alarm, but she didn't pull away. The tip of her warm nose rubbed against his pubic hair as he held her in place. Sebastian bit his lip in pleasure when he felt her begin to gag. He waited a beat then jerked her head back until he was nearly completely out of his mouth. Kathryn's eyes were watering. "Prick," she grumbled hoarsely.
"That's how I like it. Think you can handle that school girl?"
"Fuck you," she spat before bending back down to receive his dick. "You fuck your frigid little girlfriends' mouth like that?"
"Never," he breathed before lunging back inside. It was true. He never would have even attempted to fuck Annette like he was Kathryn.
He continued to fuck her mouth harshly, battering against the back of her throat and clutching her hair so hard it was pulling at the root. He figured it had to be uncomfortable for her, but then he quickly realized she was moaning around his shaft as it thrust in and out of her greedy mouth. Sebastian also noticed her hand was now between her legs as she played with herself.
He huffed out a laugh that soon turned into a moan. "You are something else sis."
She tightened her lips as much as she could, and let her tongue drag up and down the underside of his shaft as he thrust almost violently into her mouth. Sebastian's breath hissed out through his clenched teeth as he felt his balls starting to draw up. He would cum any moment.
Clearly sensing this, Kathryn slid the hand she had been using on herself to his butt. "Shit," he called out when he felt her tricky finger glide down the seam of his ass. When she suddenly penetrated him, Sebastian jerked forward in surprise and called out her name as he shot a think load down her throat. His stepsister swallowed it down as he pulled out of her mouth. When he noticed her lick a wayward drop of semen from her lips, his cock twitched involuntarily.
Sebastian sunk back on his knees trying to catch his breath. "Goddamn," he panted realizing he was still half-hard even after that mind blowing orgasm. His gaze fell to the petite brunette who was running a hand through her mused hair. "And here I thought I had game."
"You do," she assured him, "But I'm better."
Shaking his head at her arrogance he began removing his black button down shirt, his last remaining clothing. "I don't know about that, but you do suck dick astonishingly well for a high schooler." Actually that was a lie. She sucked dick better than a seasoned whore, but he didn't want to inflate her ego any more than it already was. "Must be all that practice after school with the football team."
Kathryn flipped him off as she settled against his pillows. "Are we finally going to fuck now?"
"In a minute," he replied as he sidled up beside her. "First I have to make sure you're properly prepared."
Her pretty face scrunched up in confusion. "What, like condoms? Don't bother I'm on the pill and lord knows you haven't gotten any outside of the milk maid in ages."
"Fuck you and no that's not what I meant. Even though you've spread your legs for a better part of the Upper East Side, you're still very tight. I need to make sure you're good and wet for how hard I want to fuck you."
He noticed the flash of lust appear in her eyes at the statement, but she quickly covered it with a grimace of annoyance. "Christ, you really love foreplay, don't you Valmont? You're such a girl."
"Quit being a little bitch." He laughed to himself knowing it was the equivalent of telling her to stop breathing air. "Get on my face."
"That sounds promising," she replied at the command. Sebastian laid out of his back and was soon rewarded by the sight of her straddling his face. He licked his lips as he was soon reunited with her wet cunt. When he immediately began tonguing her slit Kathryn called out, "Oh shit, you ARE good at that."
"I know," he replied as he licked her cleft. He took great pains to avoid her clit. Even when she grabbed him by the hair and attempted to force his mouth where she wanted it he wouldn't budge. He didn't want her to come now.
Taking her by the hips he guided her back to the mattress. "Alright, get on all fours baby." Kathryn regarded him with annoyance clearly perturbed she hadn't been allowed to climax. "What?" he asked not bothering to hide his amusement, "I thought you wanted to fuck."
"I WANT to cum," she demanded like the imperious bitch she was.
"You will," he promised, "When I have that greedy little cunt wrapped around my dick. Now, get into position."
She rolled her eyes, but didn't broker any further argument. Kathryn positioned herself on all fours in front of him. He stroked his dick as he watched her. Looking over her shoulder at him she teased, "Are you going to beat off or are you going to fuck me?"
Scowling he got up onto his knees behind her and smacked her ass. She called out and jolted forward. "Be a good girl Kathryn," he whispered tauntingly in her ear in the most condescending tone he could manage, "Or I'll make sure you don't get to cum all night."
Kathryn whimpered as she rubbed her backside against his groin. "Fuck me Sebastian," she asked her voice low and husky.
He ran a hand up the smooth skin of her back until he was clutching her slim shoulder. He held her still with one hand and used the other to line up his now rock hard cock with the entrance of her pussy. Rubbing himself against her teasingly he tried his best to get his lust back under control. It wouldn't do if he came mere seconds after entering her.
As he contemplated what he was about to do, Sebastian realized there was no turning back after this. What they had done so far that night was bad, but penetrating her, fucking her could put him in jail if Kathryn so wished it. Even knowing this he couldn't stop himself. "Fuck it," he muttered under his breath before plunging inside her.
His brain seemed to completely shut down as the pleasure seized through him. They both groaned as he thrust all the way to the root inside her.
"Shitfuckchrist," she cursed, her voice raspy and hoarse.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, you're just…bigger than I thought. God, Valmont fuck me, hard, now," Kathryn ordered.
He did as she asked. With one hand on her shoulder the other grasped her hip tightly as he lunged into her again and again. He tried to hold her in place so be could control the rhythm, but she was soon lunging back at him eagerly meeting his thrusts. Their mutual loss of control just spurred his lust along further. Sebastian let go of her shoulder and grabbed a fistful of her hair yanking on it as he brutally pumped inside her. He hauled his hand back and spanked her ass cursing, "You sexy little bitch."
Kathryn collapsed onto her elbows as she continued to rock backwards violently meeting his inward drives. "Harder, give it to me harder! Fuck my cunt HARDER Valmont!"
In the back of his mind he dimly wondered if the servants could hear her screams. Probably. The thought made him that much more delirious and he found himself laughing about what they must think of the depraved stepsiblings. Pushing Kathryn's head down, he sped up his thrusts enough that it was driving her further into the mattress. "That hard enough for you, cum slut?"
"YES!" she groaned her face now pressing against the duvet.
Sebastian was really fucking her now; hard, brutal thrusts that made his bones rattle and his mind shut down. He was beyond caring if he was hurting her or not but judging by the sounds she was making he doubted it. He battered her poor pussy with his rigid, throbbing cock and she just begged for more.
Kathryn soon came screeching against the mattress as she diddled her swollen clit. As she cried out his name like a prayer her pussy pulled him in further. Sebastian didn't let up even though his own knees were threatening to give out on him. Letting go of her hair he squeezed her hips and began pumping in and out of her quickly. "Squeeze me Kathryn," he grunted, "Squeeze my dick with that tight pussy."
She was whimpering now, but still driving her hips back to meet him, clearly trying for another cum. When she did as he instructed and tightened her inner muscles he groaned and collapsed onto her back. Kathryn fell completely to the mattress and Sebastian fell on top of her still thrusting roughly into her.
Reaching down underneath them he found her clit and rubbed her into a frenzy. "Cum with me," he whispered into her ear.
"Yeah," she panted as her hand came out and gripped the back of his leg. Her nails dug into him spurring him on. She looked at him over her shoulder with a teasing, tired smile. "Fuck me good stepbrother."
He wasn't sure if it was the endearment, her sexy smile or his own exhaustion but Sebastian came soon after with a pleasure filled roar. He shot inside her coating her insides with his cum. He slammed into her twice more and she soon joined him trembling in release around him.
Collapsing completely on top of her, he found himself brushing his parted lips over her shoulders almost reverently as he tried to catch his breath. "Ohmygod," Kathryn panted burying her face into the bed cover. "That was insane."
"You sure you're only sixteen?" he murmured against her sweat soaked skin.
"I told you I was the fuck of the century"
Sebastian slowly pulled out and then collapsed beside her on the bed, rolling onto his back. "And we're not even finished yet."
Kathryn turned her head to face him. She wore a look of disbelief. "Jesus Valmont, you're like a goddamn machine."
He chuckled at the compliment then leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Languidly he moved to the front of the bed, looking for a cigarette on the bookshelf above them. His body felt tired and achy, but still filled with desire. He knew he would want her again soon. Popping a cigarette in his mouth he looked over at her and said, "Give me a minute and then I want to watch you bounce on my cock."
She rolled over on her back and offered him a coquettish smile as well as a nice view of her well used body. As he inhaled the nicotine he enjoyed the way she gracefully crawled over to him. Kathryn leaned over and flicked her tongue against his lips like she enjoyed doing and then turned her attention to the bedside table. "Do you have any coke?"
Sebastian narrowed his gaze at her and shook his head. "No and you shouldn't be messing around with that stuff."
Kathryn looked over her shoulder at him and rolled her eyes. "I read your journal Sebastian, remember? I know all the naughty stuff you used to ingest into your own body so spare me the sermons."
He supposed she had a point, he had tried every available drug on the planet by the time he was her age, but he didn't like the idea of her taking that shit. He had seen her do coke before, a few time actually, but he had never said anything. It wasn't his place he thought. Perhaps he was right. He was hardly the moral authority on anything.
With a tired sigh he huffed, "Humbert never had to put up with this sort of bullshit."
Kathryn had forsaken her search for drugs. She grabbed his first edition of Anna Karenina off the book shelf and started flipping through it as she lay on her stomach. With a bored drawl she replied, "Humbert was a loser who never had the balls to fuck Lolita."
"She was eleven and his daughter!" he spat incredulously. "And he did fuck her. You're remembering it wrong."
Kathryn reached out and took the cigarette from him and placed it between her lips. "Technicalities stepbrother," she replied with a cheeky grin.
Sebastian snatched the cigarette back. "Shut up Lolita."
She simply rolled her eyes at him then resumed her reading. As he studied her he considered their age difference. Truth be told most of the time he forgot about it. Kathryn was as intelligent as him, nearly as well read, and she behaved nothing like a typical teenage girl. Had he met her while he was in school, he's fairly certain he would have been completely in love with her. Hell, he was half way there right now. "It's a shame you weren't around when I was in high school," he mused out loud.
Kathryn didn't look up from her book. "I never would have fucked you if I was. You would have destroyed my reputation then left me just like you did every other girl you fucked back then. My only power would have been sex."
"You sell yourself short princess," he told her softly.
Kathryn looked up at him, an unreadable expression on her face. She studied him a moment before leaning in and kissing his mouth. He easily returned it, cupping her cheek and running a hand through her tousled mane.
Pulling away he reached over and put his cigarette out. "Hmm, so did you mean it earlier?"
She blinked back at him. "What?"
Sebastian ran a hand down her back and cupped her pert ass. "Can I really put it anywhere?"
Licking her lips she bit the corner of her mouth and nodded in agreement. "Of course, a deal's a deal."
There was a flash of something in her eyes however, that told him she wasn't a hundred percent on board with the idea. Still, Sebastian kneeled beside her and opened her legs. Kathryn hugged the pillow as he spread her ass cheeks and examined the pretty rosette of her ass.
Sebastian enjoyed anal sex, but had only tried it once with Annette. She hadn't liked it very much so he never pushed for it again. In his youth though, it had been one of his favorite decadent activities. Seeing as tonight was all about decadence he couldn't resist taking her in that taboo way.
Running a hand down to her other hole he could feel his cum inside her. He scooped out some and placed it against her puckered backdoor. Sebastian's finger ran over her anus teasingly before pushing his semen inside. He had expected her to be tight of course, but not this snug. He struggled to get his index finger in past the knuckle.
Kathryn whimpered at the invasion and began shifting her hips restlessly against the bed. "How's that feel?"
"G-good"
"Want another?"
There was a tell-tale pause followed by, "Yes."
If it was difficult getting one finger inside her, two was damn near impossible. Even after lubing his fingers with more cum it was still difficult. When Kathryn's breathing became even more harsh he finally said, "Tell me the truth, has anyone ever been in this tight little ass before?"
There was a beat of silence then finally she admitted, "No."
He sighed, "I see. Were you planning on telling me?"
"I didn't think it mattered," she grumbled. "Look, I said you could fuck my ass and I meant it. I won't break Valmont."
He didn't doubt it, but he also knew it wasn't going to happen tonight. Anal sex took patience and time, even with someone more experienced, and that was two things he didn't have tonight. "Kathryn look at me." She glanced over her shoulder at him and found his gaze. "You're entirely too tight for me to fuck tonight. It I don't loosen you up properly there could be tearing and that would hurt like hell. We'll do it another night."
Sebastian expected her to call him a pussy and then throw a tantrum. He was genuinely surprised when instead she said, "Another night? Are you saying to plan to fuck me beyond tonight?"
When they started this, no he had told himself it would just be for tonight. But now, having had her, having seen how irresistible she was he couldn't imagine not ever doing this again. There were still so many things he wanted to do to her, so many fantasies to fulfill. He couldn't even keep up with all the things he suddenly wanted from her. Still he teased her. "If you're a good girl and behave I'll consider it."
Kathryn rolled her eyes and huffed, "What makes you think I'll let you?"
He grinned as he reached down and cupped her sex. "The fact that this little pussy is dying for it."
She groaned and pushed back against his hand. "Are you hard for me?"
"Always." It wasn't exaggerating either. As he stroked his cock he considered his desire for her. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this hungry for sex. In the past he'd always made it a point to not want anything too badly. Wanting was a gateway to loosing control. His lust for her was coming dangerously close to overriding his control. "I want you to ride me Kathryn."
She kept her eyes locked on his as she got up and crawled into his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck she nuzzled her nose against his but didn't kiss him. Taking him in her hand, she hovered over the crown of his cock, teasing him with her wetness. "Kathryn…" he growled, dying to force her down but he decided to let her control things. For now.
Trailing kisses from his shoulder up his neck she stopped at the edge of his face and bit his chin playfully at the same time she finally took him inside her. Sebastian groaned as he slowly sunk into her moist, welcoming heat.
Kathryn didn't move at first, she just gave him that annoyingly familiar teasing smile and asked, "Do I feel good, Sebastian? Wrapped around you all tight, wet and hot?"
"Hell yes," he breathed, "Now ride me damn it."
She giggled then leaned forward and kissed him hard before she started to move. Sebastian let her set the pace as he got better acquainted with her perky little breasts which were swaying in the most enticing manor as she fucked him. He squeezed her rosy nipples, noticing she liked a little bit of pain in her pleasure. Kathryn's head fell back and she let out a sexy moan as he fondled her tits.
Soon she was bouncing on his dick just as he predicted, her eyes shut in concentration as she reached for her climax. Gliding a hand down her side, he cupped her ass and ran a finger across her anus. He toyed with the hole a moment before pushing inside her. Sebastian fingered her at the same frantic pace that she fucked him. Wanting to see her unravel he went for one of her triggers, dirty talk. "Do you like my finger in your ass?"
Her eyes opened half way as her unfocused gaze found his. "Y-yes…so full."
"Wait until I put my cock there…and Kathryn, I WILL claim this ass. It's going to be all mine princess. When I'm finished you'll feel me for a week."
Kathryn moaned and buried her face against his neck. She rode him hard enough to bruise his thighs. With his other hand he rubbed at her throbbing clit. Moments later she came cursing his name and digging her nails into the back of his neck.
Having given up control to her for a little while, he wasted no time snatching it back. Sebastian only gave her a moment to recover before he guided her onto her back. He didn't bother pulling out of her snug cunt as he was still hard and dying to cum. Taking her legs he positioned them over his shoulders and leaned forward, nearly bending her in half in the process. Kathryn groaned from the back of her throat. At this angle it was the deepest he had been in her all night.
Gripping her by the hips he proceeded to screw her as hard as he could into the mattress. It was the roughest he had been since they began, as he completely dominated her. Not that Kathryn seemed to mind. She raised her hips as best she could in the position trying to drive him in even deeper.
The bed shook and rattled at the power of his thrusts as he nailed her to the mattress with his hips. His stepsister's mouth hung open as he lunged inside her frantically. She reached for him, but he held her arms down, trapping her underneath him. They were both dripping in sweat as their over-heated skin rubbed against each other. Sebastian's teeth clenched as he felt his balls draw up. "Almost…there…"
"So…fucking…close…" she panted, "God…you're so deep…"
"Come for me," he demanded, "Come Kathryn. Come on my dick."
He shifted the angel of his thrusts just slightly but it was enough as his penis seemed to rub somewhere tender inside her causing her to quiver and call out, "SEBASTIAN!"
Even at be continued to fuck her brutally hard and was near delirious with his own need to cum, Sebastian watched her fall apart again making sure to hold her gaze the entire time. Moments later he felt himself starting to cum. Realizing he had yet to mark her this evening, he suddenly had some testosterone filled urge to do so. Grasping the base of his dick he pulled out of her harshly. With two jerks of his cock he shot his cum against her stomach then crumbled to the bed beside her.
They both lay panting a moment, both trying to catch their breath. Staring up at the ceiling he mused, "I'm guessing none of your school boys have ever fucked you like that."
"No one's ever fucked he like that before," Kathryn admitted. Propping her head up on her elbow she looked down at him and mused, "And to think you've been wasting your talents on Dr. Tight-Ass all these years. How sad."
Rolling his eyes he tried his best not to smile at her bitchy attitude. He really shouldn't be encouraging it. "You know I'm not too tired to give you a spanking."
"Maybe later," she sighed. Resting her head back on the bed she shut her eyes. "I feel like I could sleep for a week."
Turning his head he watched Kathryn as she began to doze off. He was suddenly filled with the overwhelming desire to be tender towards her, which was confusing because this wasn't about that. It was about getting off. Period. None the less, the found himself wrapping an arm around her and hugging her to his body.
Even though he had just had the most intense and satisfying sex of his life Sebastian didn't feel tired. On the contrary, he felt utterly exhilarated. He felt like a death row inmate who had suddenly been set free and the world was suddenly filled with possibilities. To top if off he had this devilish little hellcat by his side to play with. He had never felt more alive in his life.
Sebastian watched her sleep for a little while before gently untangling himself from her and walking over to his desk. He slipped on a black silk robe hanging by the bed then took a seat in the leather armchair. Reaching for the bottom drawer he opened it up and pulled out a package. He set it on the desk, removed the lid and pulled out the leather bound book. It was a brand new journal. It was Kathryn's birthday gift to him last month. She had refused to give the old one back, but offered this to him instead.
Opening it up he smiled at the inscription she had written on the back cover.
To my darling brother, may this bring you inspiration ~ Love, K
He grinned as he ran his fingers over the words. At the time, he had been annoyed by the gift and her insistence at trying to change him. Now, he saw it for the gift it was. Had it not been for his meddling stepsister he would never have discovered the truth about Greenbaum and her daughter. He would still be trying to be someone he wasn't. He would likely still be engaged to Annette.
As he thought about his fiancée he was hit by the sudden realization that he felt nothing. It wasn't as if he hadn't loved her, but he no longer felt the huge loss he did earlier in the evening. Perhaps he felt he needed to hold on to his relationship with Annette in order to avoid sliding back into old habits. Now that he knew the truth about Marci, his need for his former love, lessened.
It was either that or Kathryn's pussy really was magic.
Shaking his head of the thought, he put on his reading glasses then began writing about his night and his plans for Dr. Regina Greenbaum. He was so wrapped up in his writing he hadn't noticed Kathryn had awoken until she called out to him. "What are you writing?"
Sebastian looked up and grinned at her. She looked half awake and sexy as hell. He held up the front of the journal. "Just taking advantage of my birthday present."
"It's about time," she sighed as she sat up and stretched her arms. "Are you writing about me?"
"Of course"
"Pervert"
He winked at her then resumed writing. but he was distracted when he heard her climb off of the bed and approach him. Glancing up he saw she had slipped on his black button down Prada dress shirt but hadn't bothered to button it. With cat like grace she walked over and leaned against the desk. "Can I read it?"
Sebastian snapped the journal shut. "No you can't. You can however return my other one to me."
She smiled teasingly down at him and replied, "We'll see."
"You little thief," he grumbled taking her by the waist and drawing her into his lap. Running a hand down her bare chest he noticed she still had his dried cum on her. "You look good in my shirt…and my cum. It should be illegal for you to be this sexy."
Kathryn ran her hand through his hair and snickered, "It is."
"Smart ass," he muttered before drawing her mouth to his. Sebastian nipped at her lower lip with his teeth, and then soothed the sting with the caress of his tongue. "I need to get you into the shower."
"Okay," she agreed as she got back on her feet. As he tucked his journal away in a drawer – a locked drawer – she asked him, "So are you going to move back in here?"
He was momentarily stumped by the question. He had vaguely considered his options on the drive over here. Sebastian knew he wanted to get his own place, but until then he had another idea. "No I don't think so. I'm thinking of staying at my Aunt's in the country over the summer until I can find someplace suitable in the city."
If she was disappointed by the news she didn't show it. Kathryn ran her fingers across his robe teasingly. "Too bad, I was looking forward to sneaking into your bedroom in the middle of the night and fucking your brains out."
Sebastian paused for a moment at the idea. It definitely sounded appealing, having such close access to her. However, the notion of constantly being under the thumb of his father and worse yet his nosy stepmother, sounded like a fate worse than death. There was of course a third option to consider. Before he could fully think it through he found himself offering, "You could always join me if you have no other plans."
Once again he was met with her impenetrable stare that gave nothing away. He couldn't tell if she was pleased or bored with his proposal. Kathryn waited a beat before replying vaguely, "I'll think about it."
Sebastian nodded. "Do that."
Any other girl would be throwing her arms around his neck and exclaiming yes, of course I'll go! But not Kathryn. Perhaps that's why he enjoyed her so much. She was so unexpected, so unpredictable, so much like himself. He was verging on being annoyed with himself that he was so infatuated by this teenage. Their little fuck fest should have purged her from his system, but instead it seemed to only deepen his craving for her rather than appease it. He was incredibly fucked.
After tucking the journal away he noticed another intriguing item in his secret drawer, handcuffs. Running his hand across her thigh Sebastian asked, "Are you sore?"
"A little, why?"
"I had a little game in mind." Holding up the handcuffs he challenged, "Are you up for it?"
A wicked grin crossed her face as she eyed the shiny metal. "What about the shower?"
"Later." Getting to his feet he tossed off his robe and took her by the hand as he led her back to bed. "We have all the time in the world baby."
THE END

Author's Note: Holy shit that was long. Sorry about that, but here's why. Once upon a time I sketched out an outline for this story. Here's the thing though, it was this never ending epic that spanned years and I never knew how to end it so I just chucked the whole idea. Then when I started this anthology, I knew I wanted their first time to be one of the chapters, but I really liked the back story I had planned for him with the whole Marci thing and Sebastian's history so I wanted to use it which is why this thing is so long. I probably didn't really need the whole long Annette section or I could have dropped the Dr. Greenbaum thing all together but I liked it so there it is. My apologies if you think if turned out too long, but I'm happy with it.
To answer a few questions from my reviews, no, I won't say here what penname I used to write under but if you're really curious PM/e-mail me and I'll tell you along with my reasons for wanting to stay anonymous. Same goes for the chapter list. I've already given it out to those who've asked for it so if you really want it PM me and I'll send it to you. It's just too long to post here. Yes, there will be a story where K/S get revenge on Annette and no to a crossover, not yet anyway.
Alright I've babbled long enough. Fair warning, the next two chapters have a bittersweet edge to them. Didn't plan it that way that's just the way they fell in the alphabet. Coming – hopefully – soon: K is for Kismet. It's an alternate ending story and deals with an apocalypse and K/S hashing their shit out and of course sex. Until then…
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