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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: Don't own it. Not any of it, even the crappy sequels.

Authors Note: This chapter contains some texting between characters. I hate reading 'text' dialogue (pls, cnt, lol) and writing it even more. So obnoxious. So these characters with text in full sentences. Reality be damned.

Chapter Summary: Despite their history, his past, not to mention his wicked stepsister, Sebastian and Annette have managed to make a go of it with their relationship. However, relationships are harder than they seem. Sebastian wants to have his cake and eat it too. Watch your step Valmont…you're not the only one with secrets…

F is for Faithless

I'm on my way. See you in a few – A

Sebastian gazed perhaps a seconds too long at his girlfriends text before slipping his phone back into his pocket. He popped a cigarette into his mouth and lit up. It was going to be a shit night, he just knew it.

He brought this on himself; he wasn't so self-deluded he couldn't see that. Yet he still placed the blame completely on his step-monster for the undoubtedly miserable night to come. Her, and her goddamn social climbing ways, were at the heart of this evening. Of course she was dressing it up under the guise of being a concerned and attentive parent, but that was a load of bullshit it ever he heard it.

Ever since Tiffany discovered that Annette's mother came from old money and wasn't just some 'farmers daughter' from the Midwest, she had been making a considerable effort to get on her good side. She was probably hoping the Hargrove's would donate to her new wing of the hospital or some nonsense. She had only recently learned Annette's name. The whole first month they were dating she referred to her as Andrea. Even to her face.

Because Annette was sweet and good she never said a bad word against the gold digging whore, even though Tiff was just asking for it. That was one of the things he loved most about her. She could see the good in everyone, even someone as awful and transparent as his pseudo mother. Even someone like…

A flash of dark hair, mocking green eyes and smirking lips assaulted his consciousness. He quickly shut it down and shook his head of the thought. He wouldn't go there tonight.

Sebastian stepped out onto his terrace that overlooked 79th street. It was February in New York and thus, far too cold to be trolling around outside, but Valmont didn't care. He liked the cold, it helped him focus. God knows that was what he needed tonight. Absolute focus, concentration and above all else, control.

Not only would his parents be joining them tonight but so would his wicked stepsister. It was true they all attended the same school and it wasn't like this was the first time they would all be around each other but it was more concentrated tonight. Less distractions. If he knew Kathryn, and Christ knows he knew her well, she wouldn't let tonight pass without some sort of incident. The little bitch knew all his secrets and was likely just inching to exploit them.

If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me sis.

Mutually assured destruction. His only asset and the only reason he was allowing Annette to walk into the lions den tonight. If Kathryn tried anything, opened her mouth about anything he would happily take her down with him. Once bitter enemies, they now found themselves in the same woefully constructed boat. One wrong move from either would send them both over board. A move neither wanted.

As so often happened when he thought about her Sebastian let his mind go someplace dark. Sweat soaked skin, bruised thighs, panting lips. The wind whipped cold around him but Valmont didn't even feel it as he thought back to their last encounter. It was possible he would never feel the cold again. Fuck, she had been insatiable…

The smirk that had made it's way onto his handsome face quickly melted away when he saw the town car he had sent to pick up Annette, pull up to the house. After taking a final drag he flicked the cigarette off the ledge. Things were already tense between them without her discovering he was still smoking. The driver opened the door for her and Annette stepped out wearing a powder blue pea coat, her blond hair whipping in the wind behind her.

Before going inside she looked up and spotted him. She seemed to study him a beat before a practiced smile appeared on her face and she waved. He returned it, remembering the days when there was no hesitation in her smile and her face beamed when he walked into the room. He tried to remember the exact moment that stopped.

Sebastian couldn't be sure the last time Annette looked at him with absolute devotion but he knew when he had stopped regarding her as such. It was probably the same night he started fucking Kathryn.

Kathryn had won or so she thought. Her smirking, triumphant smile left him a quivering, sniffling mess. He was pathetic, he'd own up to that. He let that manipulative bitch destroy the best thing he'd ever have. He had been too weak to stand up to her, but no more.

It was time for Sebastian to pull up his big boy pants and fight back. That was exactly what he'd done. He spent hours documenting all of Kathryn's secrets in her journal and then he set out to find Annette. He would hand over his most precious possession to the girl he loved in order to get her back and he would get his revenge as well. He knew Annette well enough to know that as soon as she discovered all of the shit his sister had stirred up, read about all the damage she had done, she wouldn't be able to stand idly by and let it continue. She would 'out' Kathryn and he would gleefully stand by and enjoy the carnage.

However, that was not meant to be. Sebastian had forgotten who he was dealing with. Kathryn was no average scheming debutante. She was the fucking antichrist and she wouldn't stop until he was completely destroyed.

His first mistake was walking to Annette's apartment rather than taking his jag. On the way he ran into a guided missal strategically launched by Kathryn. The missal was Ronald Clifford and he had just been informed all about his inconsequential tryst with Cecile. He was bound and determined to fight for the nitwit's honor. Sebastian had tried to plead his case, but of course it fell on deaf ears.

They came to blows just as Annette happened by. She was bringing him back the backpack he had given her along with a few other trinkets, as if to inform him they were truly done. Annette, being Annette, tried to put a stop to it and ended up on her ass in the middle of the street for her efforts just as a taxi came barreling along.

Sebastian had done something that shocked him even to this day. Without thinking, without a second thought to his own well being, he jumped in front of the oncoming car and pushed Annette out of the way. He ended up in the emergency room with a fractured rib and a busted knee. Annette had been terrified, proclaiming her love and devotion to him the whole way to the hospital.

For whatever reason Ronald had kept quiet. Sebastian had assumed it was out of guilt as he came into the room mumbling apologies before disappearing from his life forever. Good riddance. He told Annette he loved her and begged for forgiveness. She gave it to him gladly which left Valmont in a quandary.

What to do about the journal? Did he give it to her? Tell her the truth about their relationship, how it was all based on some twisted bet with his demented stepsister? Was the truth worth the heartbreak it was inevitably cause?

Looking into Annette's trusting, loving blue eyes he knew the answer was no. Why bring all that darkness to light if he didn't have to? No, Annette loved him and it was going to stay that way. He'd make sure of it.

When Kathryn came by to visit, full of smug smiles and snarky remarks about what a dipshit he was for trying to play hero, he pulled out his journal. Then he handed it over to her. It had almost been worth it to see the look of disbelief she gave him when he placed the leather book in her hands.

"Did you suffer a concussion brother dear?"

"Just read it"

And read it she did. Sebastian watched in pure fascination as her arrogant, haughty visage melted away. As she took in his words about her, how he truly felt about her after she so completely fucked him over, tears began to well up in her eyes. He couldn't be sure if it was an act or not but he found he didn't really care. Fuck her and the broom she rode in on.

Valmont laid it out for her. If she ever attempted to open her mouth to Annette about anything regarding the bet or tried to fuck with him in any way he would destroy her. Every secret, every lie would be exposed. He would fucking annihilate her. Burn baby burn.

"So that's it then? You're choosing her over me?"

"Oh sweetheart, there was never a choice"

Kathryn flinched at his cruel words and as he stared her down it was almost as if he could read her mind. She was thinking about all those whispered secrets, those dark truths she never told another soul other than him. Not just about the coke, the sex, the bulimia, but the darker stuff. The scary stuff neither of them liked to think about much less discuss She was thinking about how he promised on his life he would never tell. His threatening to spill was the worst kind of betrayal and they both knew it.

Her lower lip trembled as she tried to hold back tears. "I fucking hate you Valmont."

Sebastian remained unmoved. He simply told her, "Good. Now get the fuck out."

From then on things were arctic between them which was fine by him. As far as he was concerned that part of his life was over now. He moved on with Annette and things for awhile at least were great.

Sure, school was a hassle but when was it not? The very people who use to respect and fear him now mocked him mercilessly behind his back. The great and powerful Sebastian Valmont had been tamed and by some abstinence preaching hick from Kansas no less, who, oh yeah, was the headmaster's daughter. Girls continued after him but he swatted them away like the obnoxious fly's they were. He didn't care, fuck them all.

He had Annette and that was all that mattered. They planned to leave New York after graduation, go to Yale and never look back. True love would conquer all just like in the storybooks…or so he thought.

The thing that Valmont didn't realize however was relationship's were hard. They required commitment and compromise, two things he had never been particularly good at. There was also the fact that they were as different at night and day. Their views on the world were completely different. Annette saw the best in everyone while Sebastian was a true blue cynic.

Around the holidays Sebastian knew there were cracks in the foundation, but he didn't want to examine them too closely. Annette went home to Kansas to be with her extended family leaving him on his own. Valmont was lonely and the truth was he had been for sometime. Whereas Annette had many friends he had none. His new rep had destroyed all of his casual friendships. Tuttle was now off limits ("Sebastian, he's a DRUG dealer") and Kathryn of course hated him. Without Annette, he had no one. Valmont couldn't believe he had become that co-dependent.

Upon her return the other glaring problem in their relationship began to make itself known. Sex.

It had been amazing in the beginning. Like a god damn religious experience actually. The idea of sex with love was a totally new concept for Sebastian, one he fully embraced when he fell for Annette. He had told Kathryn after the first time they made love that the emotional aspects outweighed the physical and that was what made it so great. However, it was becoming apparent to him that it wasn't enough. He craved more. He craved the dirty, edgy sex he used to get on a regular basis. The sex he use to take for granted.

Annette might have had a reputation as a frigid priss, but that was unfair. She was usually very enthusiastic in bed. Sure their routine rarely deviated from missionary in the bedroom with the lights dimmed, but they always enjoyed themselves or so he believed.

The first night after she returned, Sebastian was going down on her, but she couldn't come. Now, if there was one thing Sebastian was good at it was eating pussy. He could have taught a class it in for fuck sake. But no matter what he did he couldn't get her there. Annette was fine with it of course but he wasn't. Valmont was pissed. This kind of shit just didn't happen to him.

Of course this led to a fight. From then on things between them in the bedroom cooled down and they were 'making love' less and less. Sebastian was frustrated and horny as fuck.

One night, before he was set to pick up Annette for the winter formal, he made the grave mistake of stopping off at his stepsister's room. He could hear her carrying on with some asshole, moaning like a whore in heat and he fully intended to throw a bucket of cold water over the proceedings. Why should they get to cum when he hadn't in weeks?

Sebastian went to knock on the door only to find it partially opened. Peaking in the sight that greeted him stopped him dead in his tracks. His breath caught and his dick hardened as he watched his stepsister get the fuck of her life. She was completely naked, on all fours getting taken from behind by a guy clearly too old to be a high school student. The stranger had one hand fisted in her hair and the other possessively gripping her waist as he brutally pumped into her.

Valmont watched completely transfixed as she came shaking and moaning for more. As she came down from her orgasm she glanced his way and caught his eye. They watched each other for a few brutal seconds before she disentangled from her lover and put herself on view for his perusal. This was the first time he had ever seen her fully naked and she was beautiful. Kathryn was toned and slim, with a shaved pussy and perfect pert tits. She was everything he'd always imagined and he hated her for that.

Clearly it was a shared sentiment as she glared coldly at him and hissed, "Is there something I can help you with Valmont?"

Without a word he had stormed out of the house and into his jag. He drove like a maniac all the way to the Hargrove home. When he found Annette upstairs getting ready he pulled her into a kiss. Sebastian didn't wait for her to catch up before he began pulling at her dress, trying desperately to get at her heated flesh. Annette had pulled away immediately and regarded him like he was some sort of deviant.

They fought long and hard that night. He finally let loose about how aggravated he was, not just with the lack of sex but the whole relationship. She vented her frustrations as well about how he was selfish and inattentive. When he demanded she fuck him (in those words exactly) she smacked him then threw him out.

Sebastian had wandered around the city, lamenting the sorry state of affairs, before finally arriving home well after midnight. Kathryn (or the step-cunt as he had taken to calling her) was there when he walked in wearing a ridiculously low cut black halter dress and fuck-me stilettos. She was texting on her phone and didn't acknowledge him when he walked in.

He thought he might be able to sneak away unscathed when she called out, "Oh Valmont? For the record, the next time you attempt spy on like a demented pervert, please close the door when you're finished."

"Perhaps next time you'll LOCK the door"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Kathryn grinned at him. After a beat Sebastian returned it.

They spent the next few minutes trading barbs with one another just like the old days. For the past five months they had barely spoken outside of sneers and one word answers. They had both apparently decided to cut each other off but here they were insulting each other as if no time at all had past.

Sebastian couldn't be sure what had changed. Maybe Kathryn had sensed the change in him. Maybe he had forgiven her a little for the shit she had pulled on him. Fuck if he knew, but he soon found himself confiding in the fact that things were not all right in the land of monogamy.

"The heart wants what the heart wants Valmont," she sighed as she studied her manicure. "Let's face it dear brother, your true love was always pussy."

"I DO love her Kathryn"

"Perhaps, but as the corny song goes, sometimes love ain't enough. We all have needs Sebastian."

"Are you suggesting I go fuck some random piece of ass to get my needs met?"

"I didn't same random"

He was taken aback. "You're not suggesting…we…?"

Kathryn rolled her eyes and huffed, "Oh please, like I would ever go down that road again. No, you dug your grave Sebastian, now you have to jerk off in it. Alone."

"Tease"

"As you witnessed earlier I'm anything but. Don't get bitchy with me just because you have a chronic case of blue balls."

"Fuck you"

Kathryn shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't give a damn one way or another and turned to leave. Swinging back around suddenly she asked, "Out of curiosity, when was the last time you had your dick sucked?"

When he remained silent, eyed glued to the portrait behind her head, Kathryn burst out laughing. "Holy shit! She's never sucked you off? Wait, what am I saying? Of course the poster queen for teen abstinence has never eaten a dick. Poor Valmont. Poor Valmont's underused dick."

"Shut up"

Kathryn took a seat on the antique lounger in front of him. "You know what? Perhaps I'll take pity on you after all."

"Come again?"

"Well seeing as you're obviously hard up, pun intended, I'm offering my services."

"Right, like I'm going to let you anywhere near my cock. You'll probably bite it off for all I know."

"Fine," she sighed tossing her hair over her shoulder, "But I'd think long and hard about this-

"Pun intended?"

"This is a one time offer, no strings, no bullshit."

"I'm supposed to believe you?"

Something shifted in her eyes right then. "Think of it as my way of making amends."

Sebastian studied her for a moment torn between his obvious loyalty to his girlfriend and his teenage fantasy come true. Kathryn Merteuil sucking his dick. It could be a monumentally stupid idea, but then again he still held all the cards. If she told, he could destroy her. What to do?

In the end Kathryn made the decision for him. In a tone of pure authority she stared him dead in the eye and demanded, "Take out your cock Valmont."

Without a word he did as she asked. Trying his best not to shake as he fumbled with his belt he pulled out his very hard, very swollen dick. Kathryn took it in her practiced fist and her eyes met his hooded gaze. A smug smirk tugged at her lips, but he couldn't bring himself to care if she was winning some imaginary war. All he cared about was burying himself in her warm mouth.

Sebastian had always assumed his step-sister knew her way around a cock. God knows she had enough practice, but really he had no idea. After a few minutes of teasing Kathryn took all nine inches into her throat, gag reflex be damned. With one hand gripping the base her other tugged and teased his balls. Sebastian tried his damndest to get control of his traitorous body, but he had no luck. He was going to cum and cum hard. Gripping her by the hair he thrust violently against her before shooting his load down her throat. As he came it wasn't his girlfriend's name that fell from his lips.

With one final good-bye lick Kathryn released his half-hard cock. As he regained his equilibrium, she ran a hand across her swollen mouth and got to her feet. Valmont regarded her with confusion. "Don't you want me to…?"

She headed back towards the bedrooms. "That's not necessary," she replied in a vague manor. "Good night Sebastian."

Sebastian was left to stare after her completely dumbfounded. Since when wasn't Kathryn interested in getting hers? Had his mind not been clouded by the amazing orgasm he just had and had he not been consumed with guilt for cheating on Annette, he might have questioned it further. However, his mind was on Annette and he vowed then and there that what happened that night would never happen again.

But of course it did happen again…and again…and again.

After that night he had made up with Annette and they resumed their uneventful, infrequent lovemaking. At the same time he continued to mess around with Kathryn. They never discussed it, not really. He would just make up an excuse to go to her room or her to his, they'd banter and the next thing he knew he had his dick in her mouth or his head was between her legs.

It was only just oral, nothing beyond that, until the night of their parent's anniversary dinner when they got into a fight. Kathryn had wanted him to help her destroy some insipid rival of hers, but he begged off. They might be screwing around but he wasn't her lapdog and wasn't about to let her pimp him out for the sake of some petty vendetta. She had called him a pussy, a fucking loser who couldn't properly get her off without explicit directions. He had responded by bending her over his desk and giving her the fuck of a lifetime. The both came cursing and panting each other's name. After he pulled out of her and she exited without a word. Sebastian rejoined the party found Annette and tried to pretend he hadn't just had the best sex of his young life.

From that point on they fucked on a regular basis. It wasn't making love and it wasn't tender. There were no whispered words and soft caresses. There was no kissing on any kind, just pure, raw, fucking. After six months of soft and gentle with Annette, it was a revelation to Sebastian. How had done without this all that time?

The thing was he had fun with Kathryn. They laughed, they teased, they fucked like bunnies on speed. Really, there was nothing the girl wasn't up for. She rode him in his car. Let him fuck her between classes in the broom closet wit her skirt bunched up around her waist and her heels digging into his ass. He fucked her ass in the shower. Came on her face after school. Ate her pussy in the bathroom at the Plaza. Any time, any way, anywhere. The only rule was they didn't talk about it, not to each other and certainly not to anyone else.

Of course Sebastian felt guilty, but not guilty enough to stop. Why should he? He was just getting his needs met. Needs Annette apparently had no interest in fulfilling. Sometimes he thought about stopping, when he considered how much it would hurt Annette if she ever found out, but something always stopped him. Usually it was the sight of Kathryn spread out across his bed naked with that devious smirk of hers.

As for Kathryn he wasn't sure what he felt for her. The blind rage he had towards her for all those months had dissipated somewhat over time. Even though they never spoke about it, he realized he had hurt Kathryn when he chose Annette over her which was why she lashed out at him. He didn't forgive her necessarily, but he understood her.

Sometimes, after he came and before she slinked off to her own room Sebastian would watch her and wonder what it would be like if there was no Annette. If none of the bullshit from their past was in the way, what would it be like to be with Kathryn all the time. He never voiced these feelings of course but stored them away in the outer recesses of his mind where they would stay.

He loved Annette, that hadn't changed and he doubted it ever would. At the same time he desired Kathryn with a fierce longing and didn't want to give her up anytime soon. So here he was, stuck in some demented limbo of his own making.

"Ms. Hargrove has arrived sir"

Sebastian nodded as their butler Edward exited the room. With a defeated sigh he followed him out to greet Annette who was handing her coat off to a maid. When she spotted him her face broke into a blinding smile that hadn't graced her face in months. It startled him so much he nearly stumbled on his way to greet her. "Hey, baby."

"Hey," she replied embracing him. "You look nice."

He was wearing black Prada slacks and a charcoal gray form fitting sweater. He looked good, but then again he always looked good. Annette rarely commented on his appearance so it struck him as odd, but he didn't bring it up. Sebastian smiled and returned the complement. "You look beautiful, as always."

Annette seemed to beam at his words. He hadn't been exaggerating either. She looked beautiful in her lilac dress and white cardigan. She reminded him of summer, when he fell in love with her. Sebastian was suddenly hit by the urge to take her away from there. He wanted to take her someplace safe where lies and secrets couldn't touch them. "Hey, why don't we go out to dinner? How about that Italian place in the Village you like so much?"

She looked at him as if he just suggested he set himself on fire. "Sebastian, we can't just take off. What about your family? They're expecting us."

"Fuck 'em"

"Sebastian," she said utterly exasperated, "that's incredibly rude, even for you. I'm sure your stepmother went through a lot of trouble-

"I'm fairly certain screaming at the maid in Vietnamese doesn't constitute as trouble," he sneered. "That gold-digging witch has never done a day's work in her life."

"Uh, I'd like to point out neither have you," she countered. The glowing look she greeted him with only a few moments before had now completely disappeared. "I can't believe you can talk about your mother like that."

"Tiffany is NOT my mother"

"But she is part of your family and deserves your respect."

This was a conversation they had gone over many times before. Annette didn't have a clue what the real Valmont's were like. He was fairly certain his was the only 'blended' family she had ever encountered outside of The Brady Bunch. As she babbled on about how grateful he should be for having such a 'devoted' family he vaguely wondered if she would think so highly of his family if she knew Marsha and Greg were secretly fucking.

As if reading his mind, Annette suddenly brought up Kathryn. "I don't see your sister behaving this way. She respects her parents. Not to mention she only has good things to say about you."

That was the other thing. Annette just loved Kathryn. She was always going on about how sweet and smart and sophisticated she was. It turned Valmont's stomach to know his girlfriend could be so easily snowed by her. She had no clue about all the horrible shit she had done and all the pain she had caused innocent people including herself. In moments like these he was always tempted to inform her just how wrong she was. Then he would remember that just this morning he had Kathryn bent over an armchair while he fucked her ass. If he ever said a word against his darling sister all of that would come to light.

Rolling his eyes he replied in a droll tone, "You're right Annette. I really should respect my family more."

She eyed him warily. "Why don't I believe you?"

Before he could offer a reply his father and step-mother made their grand entrance. Judging by the daggers they were throwing each other and his father grumbling under his breath, Sebastian assumed they were fighting. Again. He vaguely wondered if the unholy union might be coming to an end soon. Knowing his father however, likely not.

"Divorces are expensive son, especially from women like Tiffany. Never get married."

Way to heed your own advice Dad.

Of course as soon as they spotted Annette it was all sunshine and rainbows or in his stepmother's case fake smiles and air kisses. "Oh Annette, don't you look just lovely."

"Thank you, my mother bought me this dress for my birthday," she gushed. "Thanks so much for inviting me Ms. Valmont."

"Please dear, call my Tiffany. Now, how is your mother? Is she still visiting relatives down south?"

The Hargrove's were actually from the Midwest but Tiffany clearly didn't care enough to remember that. As the women prattled on about Ms. Hargrove, Sebastian noticed his father eyeing Annette's ass with a lecherous grin. He sneered at him and huffed, "I need a drink. Anyone else?"

Like expected his parents started pounding down martinis while Sebastian had a scotch. Annette of course had water. As he took a seat beside his girlfriend he considered getting totally plastered. Perhaps it would make the evening go by quicker.

As Valmont was contemplating just how much alcohol it would take to get totally wrecked he heard the familiar tap of heels against marble. Ah, sis was home.

A moment later Kathryn entered the sitting room. Upon seeing that the guest of honor had already arrived she rolled her eyes and scowled. "Oh Kathryn dear, you're finally home."

The sour puss Sebastian had spotted was gone before anyone noticed and was replaced by her best student body president smile. "Sorry I'm late, my meeting went long. Hello Annette, nice to see you again."

The blond smiled brightly at her as they embraced like old friends. "Hey Kathryn. You look great."

Of course she looked great, Sebastian thought almost bitterly, she always did. If Annette reminded him of summer then Kathryn was winter. Icy, sharp and dark. She wore a black pencil skirt, a sleeveless blood red silk blouse and stiletto booties. Her hair was coiffed to perfection and her make-up as always was flawless. He hated himself for getting half-hard every time he looked at her.

"Oh thank you," she replied in her perfect debutante purr. As they hugged she looked over at her stepbrother and mouthed, "Lesbo."

Sebastian simply rolled his eyes. "Hey sis, glad you could join us. What meeting were you at again?"

He knew damn well there was no meeting, unless you considered scoring a few grams of coke from the school drug dealer a 'meeting'. He just wanted to see her squirm. As always he would be disappointed. Completely poised, she didn't even flinch at Sebastian's question. "I was at the junior league committee. We're hoping to start a clothing drive next month that would benefit the women's center in Chelsea."

"Oh how nice," Annette chimed in. "I've been thinking about joining the committee. I'm always hearing good things about it."

The junior league was a fucking joke. It was a committee filled with mini Kathryn's who did their queen's bidding in between getting shit faced on the weekends. Annette hadn't been around Manchester long enough to realize that the majority of the student body was made up of corrupt assholes.

Clearly Kathryn thought the idea of Annette joining her little group was funny, judging by the way she seemed to be suppressing a smile. "That's an excellent idea Annette," she told her with phony earnestness. "Perhaps you could get my brother to join you."

Annette glanced towards her boyfriend doubtfully and smiled. "Somehow I don't see that happening. Charity isn't really Sebastian's thing."

He took his girlfriend's hand and sent a smug look his stepsister's way. "She knows me well."

Kathryn was always going on about how Annette didn't know the real him and would be horrified if she discovered what he was really like. Sebastian enjoyed rubbing it in her face that his girlfriend knew him better than she thought. He watched in perverse satisfaction as Kathryn's eyes narrowed slightly at their clasped hands. It was so subtle he doubted anyone else noticed it, but he did and it warmed his cold black heart. He wondered if she was jealous. He hoped so.

"Oh, I don't know Annette. Your relationship with Sebastian is having all sorts of positive effects on him. He's so much more courteous and respectful lately. Always offering to give me head…err…a hand," she corrected herself but he knew it was no slip of the tongue. Judging by her little smirk it was very intentional. Annette and Tiffany appeared oblivious however his father gave him an odd look. Luckily he was quickly distracted by the new Lebanese maid who wandered in.

Wanting desperately to get the discussion off of himself he offered, "Annette why don't you tell Tiffany about your plans for spring break. The Hargrove's are going to France."

As Tiffany started rambling on about stores Annette wouldn't give a shit about, his father excused himself to go make a business call (which Sebastian suspected was a ruse to go hit on the poor maid) and Kathryn whipped out her phone and started texting, completely ignoring Annette.

Sebastian glared at his stepsister for how rude she was being but she ignored him. Tiffany however wasn't going to let her daughter's rudeness pass. "Kathryn darling, we have a guest. Please put your phone away," Tiffany's icy tone brokered no argument.

Kathryn looked up all doe-eyed innocence. "Oh, I'm sorry mother. It's just a student I'm tutoring. She's having trouble with her algebra and was desperate for my help."

Tiffany opened her mouth, likely to snap that she didn't care and to put the damn phone away, but Annette quickly cut her off. "Oh that's so generous of you Kathryn. I didn't know you tutored other students. Please continue, that should take priority over pre-dinner conversation."

"Thank you Annette, that's very kind of you," she demurred before turning her attention back to her phone.

Sebastian sneered at her wondering who the hell she was texting. One of her insipid minions? Perhaps another lover? He dismissed that thought right away as he knew she wasn't dating anyone right now (at least not publically) and he was fairly certain he was the only one she was sleeping with (when would she have time to fuck someone else?). He got his answer when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket a moment later.

As stealthly as he could manage Sebastian removed his blackberry and glanced at the text he had received. Sure enough it was from Kathryn.

Your girlfriend is a fucking idiot

He glanced up at her, but she gave no indication that she was communicating with him. Valmont rested his phone on the right side of the chair, effectively blocking it from Annette and his stepmother's view. With barely a glance at the keyboard he typed back.

My sister is a harpy cunt

He noticed her lips quirked into a brief smile before his phone buzzed again.

Nice tent, bro

Quickly glancing down he noticed his half hard-on was indeed tenting his pants, but not enough to be more than barely noticeable. When he noticed her shift uncomfortably in her chair he fired back.

How's your ass?

Fuck you

I did. That's why your ass hurts. Keep up

Next time the beads are going in your ass

Doubt it

Why not? You certainly liked that vibrator I shoved up there last week

"Sebastian," Annette suddenly called out, pulling him from his illicit texting, "your mother suggests we stay a few days at your Aunts this summer before we go to Greece. Isn't that a good idea?"

"Sure, whatever you want," he replied vaguely. He knew his girlfriend was trying to bring him into their conversation, but he was more interested in flirting with Kathryn. Sensing he wasn't interested Annette rolled her eyes then turned back to Tiffany. Sebastian meanwhile texted his stepsister back.

I like your outfit but it's missing something

Oh?

A pearl necklace. I'd be happy to give you one.

I'm sure you would. Pervert.

Says the girl who's pussy tightens every time I call her sis

Touché

Edward suddenly appeared back in the sitting room and he wasn't alone. He was chatting happily with the young man who strolled in beside him. Sebastian recognized him as Carter Andrews a fellow student from Manchester. He was captain of the lacrosse team, on the student council and of course prom king. He was also a coke head and had a thing for prostitutes. What the hell was he doing here?

Valmont got his answer when the douchbag was greeted by Kathryn. She approached him with a coy smile and purred, "Carter, you made it."

He gave her a one armed hug and kissed her cheek, clearly trying not to cop-a-feel in front of their parents. "Hey baby, thanks for inviting me." As he pulled away Carter gave her an appreciative once over and judging by the way he licked his lips and the lustful spark that appeared in his blue eyes he clearly liked what he saw. "You look amazing Kathryn."

"Thanks. Carter I'd like to introduce you to my family. This is my mother Tiffany Merteuil-Valmont and you've already met my stepfather Edward." As her eyes turned towards Sebastian he noticed a spark of something. Smugness perhaps, that she caught him unaware. Yes indeed Sebastian was completely taken off guard by their guest as he had no idea Kathryn was seeing anyone. He wondered if she invited him on purpose to make him jealous. It was completely pathetic. It was also sort of working.

"And of course," she sighed, "You know Sebastian."

Sebastian produced the phoniest smile he could muster and he didn't bother to get up and shake the asshole's hand. "Hey Andrews."

"Sebastian"

"And I'm guessing you know Annette Hargrove, Sebastian's girlfriend."

He knew damn well who Annette was. Carter had been one of the assholes giving him shit about becoming a 'pussy-whipped boyfriend'. Not that one would know it based on the charming smile he sent Annette's way. Evidently, he was as two faced as his date.

"Of course, we have Western Civ and American Lit together. Nice to see you again Carter."

She leaned over and shook his hand smiling. "Hey Carter. I didn't know you and Kathryn were seeing each other. That's great!"

"Yeah, for a couple weeks now actually," he replied putting as arm around her.

Sebastian couldn't believe what he was hearing. She had been seeing this loser for two weeks? Was she fucking him as well? Narrowing his eyes at his stepsister he tried to figure out what game she was playing at.

As the conversation started up again, this time concerning the best hotels in Vail, Sebastian once again resumed his texting.

What the fuck?

He waited a few minutes but Kathryn didn't even bother to pick up her phone. He noticed is sitting on the table beside her and the screen flashed with the alerting message, but she ignored it. Frustrated at being ignored, he continued sending her texts hoping her curiosity would get the better of her and she would pick up.

Carter Andrews, really? Was Court Reynolds not available?

You're pathetic sis. Honestly.

You do know he likes to share whores with his lacrosse buddies?

Is that how you met?

Does he know about your thing for anal?

KATHRYN!

Perhaps he was getting a little crude even for him, but he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. The thought that she could have been screwing someone else the whole time she was with him filled him with…something. Rage? Jealousy? Frustration? He couldn't be sure, but he hated this feeling. Sebastian felt utterly powerless and out of control which he suspected was just what she wanted. Tricky little bitch.

Talk to me

As he was sending the last text Valmont hadn't bothered to hide his blackberry this time. Annette looked over and asked, "Who are you talking to?"

All eyes looked his way including his stepsister. Chancing a glance her way he noticed her expression was blank, but he could see mischief in her eyes. Clearly she was enjoying this.

Before he could come up with an excuse the maid suddenly entered and announced dinner was ready. "Oh finally," Tiffany huffed as she got to her feat. As Edward joined her she grumbled, "We just have to look into getting a new cook. This one is ridiculous, making us wait this long. We don't pay them a perfectly good salary to…"

As they all headed into the dinning room Sebastian hung back hoping to grab Kathryn's attention. When Carter fell into step beside Annette and started discussing a shared teacher he grabbed his sister's arm and pulled her back. "What the fuck?" he hissed at her.

She arched an eyebrow in response and replied coolly, "Excuse me?"

"We need to talk. Alone."

"Get real. This is hardly the time or place."

Really she had a point. Annette was already watching them over her shoulder. Still, Sebastian couldn't bring himself to care. He made a sudden, possibly reckless decision. Taking his hands off her he straightened himself out then addressed her in a deadly whisper. "I'm going to excuse myself at dinner to make a phone call, whatever. I suggest you do the same shortly after and meet me in my room."

With her tiny fists clenched at her sides she grit her teeth and narrowed her eyes in barely concealed anger. "And if I don't?"

Sebastian gave her his famous arrogant smile and asked, "Would you like to find out?"

Kathryn didn't respond. She sent one last murderous gaze his way they stomped out of the room to join the others. Valmont waited a beat before following. As he entered their formal dinning room he found his parents at either of the long table, Kathryn and Carter seated beside each other on one side and Annette sitting across from his stepsister on the other. He took the empty seat beside her.

Dinner proceeded like any other typical Upper East Side dinner party. They discussed upcoming vacations, college plans and this month's social calendar. Sebastian managed to get through all of it with a bane smile on his face, but the whole time he was anxious to get the hell out of there and get Kathryn alone. For her part his stepsister blithely ignored him, barely paying him any attention even when he was speaking.

Finally, after the second course, Valmont had enough. He made up an excuse about having to email a term paper to one of his teachers, making sure to emphasize the importance of getting it out on time thus hoping to avoid an argument he was sure to come.

Much to his surprise neither his parents nor Annette seemed terribly bothered by his announcement. Kathryn of course was another story. "You have to send the paper now? Really Sebastian, can't it wait? It's terribly rude given we have guests." She sipped her red wine and sent him a disapproving look while her eyes danced with malevolence.

With a tight smile he replied, "No, I'm afraid it can't be helped, sis. You of all people should understand the importance of school work." He sent her one last warning glance before getting to his feet and leaving. As he exited he called out, "I'll be back as soon as I can." As soon as he found out just what game the step-cunt was playing and possibly after he fucked her.

Sebastian headed to his bedroom and took a seat at his desk. He mindlessly searched a few websites as he lit a cigarette and waited for her to join him. He didn't have to wait long. Ten minutes later the door opened and Kathryn came storming into the room. She carefully closed the door behind her but the careful gesture was in complete contrast to the look of fury that was written all over her delicate features.

"Alright, you got me alone. What the fuck do you want?"

"What excuse did you give them?"

"Does it matter? I'm here. You have two minutes."

He chuckled darkly at the ultimatum. "What I have in mind might take longer than that."

Kathryn arched an eyebrow and huffed, "If you summoned me here to get your dick taken care of you're going to be disappointed. I'm not fucking you tonight…or ever again for that matter."

Sebastian's fingers stilled on the computer. "Come again?"

"This little affair, flirtation, train-wreck, whatever you want to call it is growing tiresome. I'm becoming bored Sebastian and when people like you and I get bored well, it's time to move on. This is over."

As Kathryn started back for the door Sebastian found himself getting to his feet and calling out, "You think you can end this just like that?"

She snickered in that cruel way of hers and told him, "I think I can do whatever I want. Good bye Sebastian."

"Please tell me this isn't about him."

She whirled around to face him. "What if it is? Would that make you jealous?"

This time it was Valmont who laughed cruelly. "Please sweetheart. Why would I deny that loser what every other man on the Upper East Side has already had the pleasure of experiencing?"

Kathryn studied him a long moment before pulling out her cell phone and stared at the screen. "Gee, I don't know Valmont. These twelve texts you sent to me don't sound very brotherly. They read like a jealous boyfriend. Pathetic much?"

"What can I say?" he shrugged, "I don't like sharing my cum rag."

For the briefest of moments he saw what looked like pain flash through her eyes reminding him that for all her cruelness and bravado she was still an eighteen year old girl. She was his girl. Sebastian knew the comment had crossed the line even before she stormed back over to the door and tried to leave.

Valmont rushed up behind her and closed it quickly. Pressing himself against her he trapped her against the door and whispered in her ear, "Sorry. I went too far. That was uncalled for."

"Let me out asshole"

Rather than step away and allow her to leave he found himself locking the door. "Not until you admit that you don't want this to end anymore than I do."

Kathryn struggled to push him off her back, but Sebastian just pressed her harder against the heavy wood door. She let out sexy little whimpers as she struggled against him. "Let me out dammit."

"You don't want that," he whispered. "I know you Kathryn. I know you better than anyone. You couldn't end this. You don't want to. Admit it."

"Admit you're jealous."

He chuckled against the soft skin of her neck. "Never"

Kathryn reared her head back smacking him in the forehead. Sebastian grit his teeth in pain and cursed, "Bitch."

"Fucker," she spat back as she struggled against him.

He only tightened his grip in her wrists, pinning them roughly to the door with one hand. Valmont's free hand squeezed her hip. "You know the last time we fought like this it was the best sex I ever had."

"How nice," she hissed, "I thought it was terribly mediocre."

"Mediocre huh?" Sebastian's hand curved around her hip and dipped under her skirt. He let his long fingers dance against the lace of her panties. He wasn't surprised in the least to find her damp. "You're dripping for it sweetheart."

"Someone is going to come looking for us moron."

He of course had considered this. "Probably, but likely not for another ten, fifteen minutes. I could do a lot in that time."

"I wouldn't brag about that fuck-wad"

Sebastian sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck causing his stepsister to let out an erotic gasp. He pushed his fingers past the flimsy material of her underwear and dipped them into her heated cunt. Kathryn could spout out any sort of bullshit she wanted about his performance but they both knew he knew exactly how to touch her to make her purr.

"Still don't want this?"

"Not from you. Not anymore."

Stubborn bitch. "Too bad."

Kathryn looked over her shoulder at him, eyes blazing with fury and yes lust. "I said no Valmont."

"I'm not asking for permission Merteuil."

They both knew she wasn't really saying no. It was part of the game. If Kathryn truly didn't want him she would have kicked him in the balls and stormed out by now. She certainly wouldn't have let him turn her around, yank her designer skirt up around her waist and hoist her up against the door. No, she wanted this as badly as him, but that didn't mean she was going to admit it anytime soon.

With one arm holding her up his other made quick work of his belt and zipper. When his rock hard cock was out of its constrictive confines, he let out a sigh of relief. Kathryn wrapped her legs around his waist and dug the heel of her boot into his ass, clearly impatient to get on with it.

Kathryn's mouth was parted just slightly, invitingly. Sebastian had a sudden urge. He leaned forward until their mouths were a mere inch apart. Their breath was entering and releasing at the same time. He could taste her. He wanted more so he moved to kiss her, something he hadn't done in a long time. As he leaned in however Kathryn jerked her head violently away.

Sebastian scowled. "Seriously?"

"Since when do we do that?"

Annoyed and frustrated by the rejection Valmont was hit with the juvenile need to hurt her back. Without warning he pushed his swollen dick harshly into her cunt. Kathryn gasped and dug her nails into his shoulder. He was well endowed and he knew it pinched when he entered her suddenly. She might not enjoy it but he sure as hell did. That was Sebastian's favorite part. The little bit of resistance that met him every time he thrust into her.

Wanting those beautiful tits of hers on display he eagerly and with little fineness yanked at her silk blouse. A few buttons clattered to the floor. "Oops"

"Son of a…oh!"

Sebastian cut her off by biting at her nipple through her black lace bra. His stepsister's cunt clenched at the motion. He regarded her with smugness as he pulled her breasts out of her bra and started sucking.

"Shit," Kathryn cursed as he began thrusting into her with brutal force. It was a different angle. He wasn't sure he was ever this deep inside her before.

"Feel nice, sis?"

"Shut up Valmont," she spat, as haughty as ever even when she was getting her brains fucked out. "Do you want that little girlfriend of yours to hear what you really do behind her back?"

"Then you better quit with the moaning. I have an idea." Sebastian removed his hand from her tit and slapped it against her mouth. Kathryn's eyes narrowed in anger, but she made no move to dislodge his hand. Not that it mattered really. Given the way he was furiously fucking her into the door it would be quite obvious to anyone who happened by exactly what they were doing. It wouldn't stop him though. If he had a gun to his head he couldn't stop.

Valmont knew he was close so he had to wrap it up. He knew where he wanted to deposit his load and it wasn't inside of her. He had to make her cum.

Using his weight as leverage to hold her up he snaked a hand between their bodies. His dexterous fingers felt for her clit. He pulled back the hood and gently rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves. Just as he knew she would Kathryn shot off like a rocket moaning into his hand as her spasaming pussy squeezed him tight and threatened to bring him along with her.

Not waiting for her to come down from her cum he removed his hand and carried her to the bed. Sebastian winced as he removed his sensitive dick from her warm cavern.

As she toppled to the bed in an undignified manor Kathryn demanded, "What are you doing?"

"Fulfilling a promise."

He pushed her down roughly to the bed and straddled her chest. Using his knees to pin her shoulders down he began to jerk his cock over her face. Those beautiful green eyes of hers flashed angrily as she realized what he intended to do. Too late baby.

Aiming at her neck Sebastian's seed spurted out of him quickly landing on her neck in a messy little line. Groaning in satisfaction he sat back on his hunches and admired his work. "There, one pearl necklace."

Kathryn looked down at his cum and rolled her eyes. She sat up and pushed him off of her. "Juvenile asshole"

Sebastian chuckled darkly as she climbed off the bed and stomped over to the bathroom. He reclined against the pillows and lit up a cigarette suddenly feelings less tense then he had all night.

"Jesus Christ, this shirt is completely ruined!" Kathryn reappeared cleaning his cum away with a washcloth.

"The color didn't suit you anyway." When she shot him a look that could have shattered glass he relented. "I'm kidding. I'll buy you another one, okay?"

"No it's not okay. This is the last time we're doing this, understand?"

"Sure it is," he sighed already bored with the argument. They both knew there would be a next time. There always was.

"I mean it," she snapped. For emphasis she threw the damp cloth at him and added, "I'm sick of this shit."

Sebastian was sick of something too, her fucking attitude. Kathryn was always…difficult to put it nicely, but she was being a whole different level of bitch today. Sitting up with sudden anger he demanded, "What's your problem?"

Trying her best to button her ruined shirt she regarded him with disbelief. "You don't get it do you?"

"Get what?"

She seemed to take a breath before answering. "You started fucking me because Annette wasn't meeting your needs. Has it ever occurred to you brother dear that you aren't meeting mine?"

Sebastian raised a bemused eyebrow and reached out to caress her knee. "Oh? You have needs other than this? Do tell sis."

Kathryn tossed off his hand like it was diseased. "You don't know the first thing about me. All that time you spent psychoanalyzing me in that pathetic journal of yours and you don't have a fucking clue."

Clearly he didn't. As he stared into Kathryn's furious face he tried to figure out what she was saying. It couldn't be what he suspected, could it? Did Kathryn want romance, flowers, and god help him, monogamy?

No. This was Kathryn, she hated all of that. Not to mentions the fact that every time he had tried to show the slightest bit of intimacy towards her she completely rejected him.

Wanting to test his theory Sebastian reached out for her suddenly, grasping her by the back of her neck and pulling her into a kiss. Kathryn whimpered in protest but kissed him back. He felt her hand gently tug at his hair while his tongue pushed into her mouth.

Before things could progress further she pushed him away angrily and spat, "This isn't about sex!"

Shit. This was what he thought it was. The question was would she admit it? Keeping his tone soft he inquired, "Then what's it about?"

"Maybe I've had enough of being your cum rag," she replied in a broken whisper.

Sebastian felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. Was that honestly how she saw what was going on between them? Did she think he was using her? Well, he was, but he had assumed she was using him as well. Had he misjudged the situation so severely?

Lost in his own thoughts he hadn't noticed at first that his stepsister was heading for the door. "Wait, Kathryn…"

She kept walking. "Save it for your girlfriend Sebastian." Looking back at him one last time she added sadly, "I've had enough."

Valmont sat back on the bed completely dumbfounded. He considered going after her, but knew now was not the time. He had to get back to dinner, already there would be questions. Tonight however was a different story. After he got rid of Annette he would find Kathryn and demand some answers. Did she want more than sex from him? Did he want more? He couldn't be sure, but he did know either way he was completely fucked.

As she closed the heavy door behind her Kathryn stepped into the hallway and leaned against the wall. Across the way she looked at her reflection in her mother's antique mirror. She looked completely broken and sad. The very picture of an emotionally devastated girl.

Perfect

She watched as her mask of pathetic despair disappeared and a triumphant, devious smile replaced it. As she remembered her stepbrother's confused expression when she left him she remarked, "Fucking idiot."

Honestly, she thought, did he really know her so little? Did he really believe calling her names would hurt her feelings? Did he honestly believe she wanted that romantic, twu-luv bullshit he had with his virginal farm girl?

Well lucky for her she knew him a hell of a lot better than he knew her. Sebastian had bought every word she said, it was written all over his handsome face. The Valmont of old would have seen right through her. Perhaps falling in love had killed some of his brain cells. Oh well, he would learn his lesson soon enough.

Her cell phone rang waking her from her thoughts. Without looking she assumed it was Sebastian, likely trying to summon her back to his room. She considered ignoring it, but then thought better of it when another possibility floated through her mind.

Glancing at the screen she smiled when she saw the number. She let out an evil chuckle when she read the message.

Where are you? I'm in your room. I need to see you. I miss you. Please Kathryn –yours

Talk about pathetic.

Kathryn looked towards her bedroom and grinned. Well, she supposed she should make an appearance. It wouldn't do for anyone to find her loitering outside Sebastian's bedroom looking so thoroughly fucked and smelling like sex.

Checking out her appearance she did look a mess. Her shirt was missing a few buttons, her hair wasn't its perfect self and her lipstick was all but gone thanks to that kiss with Valmont. Kathryn absent mindedly touched her lips when she thought of that kiss. She hadn't anticipated that. It was…unsettling.

Shaking the unwanted thoughts away she decided not to try to fix her appearance. It might work to her advantage. Running a hand through her tussled hair she smiled at herself in the mirror. "Showtime"

Kathryn walked into her room and produced a phony smile as her opponent/lover rose from the Queen Anne Sofa to meet her. "There you are! I was starting to worry."

"Sorry, I got…cornered. I tried to make it here sooner," she demurred. "I didn't mean to worry you Annette."

The pretty blonde smiled and shook her head. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize." She pulled her into a hug. "I just worry for no reason sometimes."

"Well, maybe not"

Annette pulled away and searched Kathryn's face. "What happened?"

She sighed as if it was something she didn't want to admit. After counting to five she revealed, "It's Carter. He pulled me into the library. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"That asshole!"

Kathryn's eyes momentarily widened in genuine surprise. Annette never cursed. Perhaps she was rubbing off on her in not just the obvious ways.

"It's fine. I let him kiss me and he pawed my breast." Looking down at her shirt she pouted, "The jerk ruined my blouse."

"That's all that happened?"

"Annette," she murmured in a soft voice, "You know I've never…I've never had sex with a guy. Like I'd give up my virginity to a guy like that."

Annette's eyes softened in adoration. Kathryn tried not to laugh. It still shocked her that the dumb bitch bought every lie she told her. Christ, couldn't she smell her own boyfriend's cum on her? Then again, she thought, probably not. The only place Sebastian had likely ever shot his load was in her pretty little pussy. Kathryn would bet good money Annette had never seen cum in her life.

The blonde looked at her through her eyelashes and whispered almost seductively, "Well, you're not exactly a virgin."

Kathryn cupped her face and murmured in agreement, "Not exactly."

Rubbing her thumb against her soft cheek, she wet her lips and leaned in to kiss Annette. As always her prey eagerly returned her affections. For a girl who was a virgin towards all sex six months ago she was a remarkably good kisser and oh so responsive. She could almost see sometimes why Sebastian chose Annette over herself.

Almost.

The thing of it was she was willing to let the whole thing go. It had hurt like a motherfucker when Kathryn realized Sebastian was genuinely falling for Annette during the bet. It hurt even more when he out right rejected her. So, she had manipulated him into dumping her.

She had hoped he wouldn't do what he did next, but he had disappointed her. He actually showed up and demanded a fuck. Like she would go to bed with him after all this time when she KNEW he would be thinking of someone else. She had taunted, teased and crushed his heart because that's what he had done to hers.

Perhaps sending Ronald after Sebastian had been a tad harsh. She had realized that afterwards when she got the call from the hospital. Kathryn had shown up that day to offer a genuine apology and a truce. Before she could however, the bastard did the one thing she never thought him capable of.

He broke his promise to her.

As a rule Kathryn didn't trust people. Not her parents, not her boyfriends, certainly not her friends, but she had trusted Sebastian. Well, trusted him enough. When she told him her darkest, scariest secrets he had sworn on his life to never reveal them. Then he handed over the journal.

She could handle his scathing critique of her. She didn't fully by it anyway. But when he threatened to unmask her, share with the world all the things he swore not to, it had broke her in a way that nothing had ever before. She lost her best friend, confident and soul mate all at once. The fact that he did it all to preserve his standing with a nothing hick for Kansas was the cherry on top.

Kathryn swore her revenge and then she waited. She knew if she struck out at Sebastian then he would see it coming even through his rose tinted glasses. She waited for her opportunity and she saw it one afternoon when she overheard her dear stepbrother on the phone with his beloved. Little Dorothy was heading home to Kansas. Bingo.

With the help of one of Tuttle's hacker friends she had messed up Annette's flight plans. She 'accidentally' ran into her at the airport. They had met before of course and Kathryn knew Annette was slightly in awe of her. Sebastian accomplished stepsister. Faking her own plane mix-up she offered to split a hotel room with her so they wouldn't have to spend the night at the airport.

Of course she didn't get her into bed the first night. They had however stayed up all night talking, sharing secrets and Kathryn got her to admit that all was not perfect with Sebastian. She was the shoulder to cry on. The next night she was tongue to get off on.

Yes little Annette look to lesbian sex like a duck to water. So terribly eager it made her question her dear brother's prowess in the bedroom. (Though, even she would admit, no matter how much she despised him, Sebastian was the fuck of the century). They stayed in bed for two whole days before Annette finally caught her flight to Kansas.

That wouldn't be the end of it. By the time she returned from her trip Annette was swearing her eternal love. They continued to see each other behind poor Sebastian's back. Of course Annette wanted to break things off with him, but Kathryn wouldn't let her. It would just hurt him too much.

Sebastian had been more difficult to seduce oddly enough. She knew he was lonely, his only confident being Blondie, so Kathryn lent an ear to his problems. Then she helped herself to his dick. After that blowjob he was putty in her hand. They soon were fucking on a regular basis and in another couple of weeks she would have him thinking he was in love with her. He was half way there already.

Part of Kathryn thought she should feel guilty about what she was doing. He was after all one of her oldest, closest friends. Then she would remember how he betrayed her and all sense of guilt vanished. Sebastian had it coming.

Breaking the kiss, Annette nuzzled her nose against her lovers. "Kathryn," she sighed. "I'm sick of hiding."

"I know baby, but we can't make this public just yet. It's not the right time."

"When?"

When Sebastian was in love with her. When it would kill him to discover that not only had she been playing him the whole time, but she had seduced his virginal princess right out from under his nose as well. She would allow Annette to tell him right at the optimal moment of pain.

For the first time in their relationship Kathryn told Annette the truth. "Soon my love. Soon."

Burn baby burn

THE END

Author's Note: I love evil Kathryn, she's my favorite and I love punishing Sebastian for choosing Annette. He had it coming. This is a little more cannon-like that some of the other chapters. You'll get more cannon in upcoming chapters, but you'll get more alternate universe as well. Upcoming chapters will include an apocalypse, vampire K/S, a CI fairytale, another threesome and much more.

Coming up next is the much anticipated serial killer K/S chapter entitled G is for Gruesome. Hopefully my muse will stay with me. Until then please drop a review and tell me what you think.
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