A couple of minutes of frantic fumbling produced the remote and he selected the screen and turned the sound up.

".... So that's what you tell your friends," Kara was saying firmly. "You sneaked in, fucked him and won your bet, and if anyone asks I'll confirm you were in there for ten minutes and left clutching your kimono in your hand. Either that or I'll get Edwin to fire you first thing in the morning." He saw Kara shrug her shoulders. "Your call."

Sarah looked scared, pressured and Edwin snarled, realising his plan wasn't going to happen.

"You're going to pay for fucking this one up, Sarah," He told her as he watched her leaving on the monitor. "Tomorrow you're going to have to be my Patricia-slut, blonde wig, in the shower, fingering your holes like the whore you are while I empty my balls on you."

The bitterness of his plan failing left Edwin shaking his head with disappointment. He'd watched Kyle and Patricia glow closer over the last couple of days, flirting with each other, and he'd seen her watching him. He still felt sick after watching her waiting in the shower cubicle for him to come back from the gym, masturbating her holes and then sucking on her fingers as she deliberately opened the door, exposing her body to him.

"That body's for me, whore," He snarled at her sleeping form, knowing she'd forced him to act, to drive a wedge between the two of them, and that was why he'd sent Sarah up to Kyle's room in the middle of the night to fuck him. Patricia wouldn't be so keen on him if he was fucking other people.

His attention was drawn back to the movement on the balcony as Kara stood beside the door to Kyle's suite, looking around slowly, checking as if she wanted to make sure no-one was watching, and then to his surprise, she slipped inside, leaving the door ajar.

"And what are you up to, stripper-slut?" Edwin asked, tilting his head to the side. His fingers changed the balcony view to one of the lounge in Kyle's suite and he saw her peer into Patricia's room, then quietly peering into Kyle's room a moment later.

His eyes were glued to the screens watching her as she paused in his doorway for a second, and then he grinned wickedly as Kara slipped off her dressing gown, dropping it to the floor and revealing her taught, naked form.

"You dirty fucking whore," He said, a broad grin on his face. He licked his lips in anticipation as she quietly crossed the room, pausing beside her brothers bed.

Kyle

Kyle felt the soft brush of hair across his face at the same time as he felt the bed adjust as the other person slid on, a leg brushing across his own as her body settled against his.

He could feel her there, lying half on him in the pitch darkness, her right leg across his hips, her left alongside his own, her body half on his chest. He brought his arm up behind her, an unconscious movement, seeking to press her forward for a kiss, and he felt her hold back, just out of reach. Just a little too far for his lips to reach.

His fingers traced the taught skin of her back, feeling the firmness of her physique as her own hand slid down his lower stomach. He could feel her breathing deepen in anticipation of her fingertips sliding down to their target, each exhale caressing his skin like fine silk, draping over him.

The hand paused, only for a second, then slid down and grasped him, his rapidly hardening cock filling her fingers, and as he rose to full strength he heard her moan gently, like the purr of a contented kitten.

Her fingers brushed over the skin of his cock, teasing and tickling, sending tiny jolts of stimulation into him and Kyle sighed in pleasure as the fingers tightened their grip, barely holding him but enough to pull his skin down, then back up his length.

Kyle reached for her with his free hand, wanting to taste her lips, feel her breath inside him, but she moved, rising in one smooth lithe movement, pressing up with both hands as her hips slid above his own, rocking instantly to position him.

He could feel her readiness, her need matching his own as she stretched a hand back, holding him in position as she readied herself and then her sigh was a thing of beauty as she took him inside her.

Kyle's hand slid forward, feeling the soft skin of her thigh on his hip, her flat, taught stomach, and as he ignored the protest from his shoulder, his fingers slid up the outside of her breast.

He felt a hand clasping his, moulding his grip, manipulating his thumb to manipulate her nipple, and he heard her gasp softly into the darkness.

He couldn't see anything, and his senses were overmagnifying every sound, every motion, every touch of skin on skin. He loved the moistness of being inside her, of the way that she ground against him before she slid back up, only to repeat it over and over.

"Is this Patricia? Is it her?"

His hand caressed her breast once more, feeling her pushing back against him. A slight moan escaped her, and Kyle's imagination exploded. It sounded like a noise Patricia might make.

His hands slid up, seeking to touch her hair, seeking any sign of who this amazing woman was that was pleasuring him in the darkness.

Her hands grasped his wrists, forcing them down to the bed, and as she leaned over him, her bodyweight holding him in place, she began to buck her hips faster, really grinding him back and forth inside her.

Kyle was panting and so was his mystery woman, riding him as if she was running out of time, and a moan escaped his lips. His breathing began to deepen, and then suddenly he moaned, this time a noise of passion and protest as she lifted herself free of him.

"No," He breathed, not wanting it to end, but he felt her move, felt the skin of her inner thighs brushing his knees, then lower. A breast caressed the skin of his stomach and then he sensed them pass by either side of his stiffness and hope sprang back into his mind as her lips descended on him.

Her hands held his wrists in place, but his fingers gripped on tight to the sheet as she took him deep in her mouth, as far as he could go, and then her head was bobbing fast, riding him like she was moments before, but this time with her mouth.

Kyle groaned in sheer pleasure, tilting his pelvis in an effort to get more inside her at each motion. He could feel her sucking at him, her lips tight around his erection, and he felt his balls begin to tighten as his breath became deeper and deeper.

His muscles, stiff and sore added a layer of pain to the pleasure and that just intensified it further for Kyle, and then his entire body was rigid, hard in anticipation of the imminent explosion.

Her lips slowed as the first spurt shot out, drawing nearer the tip as each pulse shot intense waves of pleasure through his body.

He was panting, grunting, gasping for air as she sucked on him, prolonging and intesifying his orgasm and he knew that she was breathing hard through her nose, as if she was feeling his pleasure too.

"Fuck," He finally gasped, as his body began to weaken and relax, gradually easing back into the bed. He flinched as he felt her tongue swabbing him inside her mouth, an electric jolt of sensitivity shooting through his body as her tongue swiped his slit.

He felt the air wrap his easing erection as she released him gently from her mouth, and he sensed more than saw her lift her head back and swallow him down.

"Fuck."

He had to know for sure who she was, had to hold her in his arms for giving him such pleasure. Kyle moved his arms, seeking to bring her back up the bed, but as he did so, she released his wrists and hopped back off the bed.

Kyle tried to sit upright and follow her, but the rapid tightening of his stomach muscles felt like he'd just been punched, and he fell back.

He heard her feet dart over the floor, heading out the door and he rolled quickly on his side and flicked the light on.

She was gone.

Edwin

Edwin laughed as Kara darted out the room, pausing only to scoop up her robe before darting out the door. She closed it quietly, taking advantage of the freshly oiled locks and hinges he had ordered completed earlier that day just so he could enter and leave without making any noise.

He looked down at the semen covering his stomach and groin, feeling it cooling on his skin after he'd jerked off to some real live incest, an unanticipated pleasure that had turned him on immensely.

"Who would have thought that you'd be such a fucking slut, Kara," He murmured, smiling. "Fucking your own brother in the dark, thinking no-one would know? But I do, and I've got it on video."

As he fastened up his trousers he watched Kyle wandering around his suite, searching for his mystery visitor until eventually he stopped in Patricia's doorway.

"Go on, dick. Wake her up and ask her, then see how she reacts," He said quickly, leaning forward in anticipation of Patricia's disgust. He sunk back in his chair a moment later as Kyle returned to his bed and flicked the light off.

"You fucking pussy."

Edwin took a couple of minutes to burn off the footage onto a DVD and put it in the cabinet alongside all the other secret footage of celebrities, other guests and staff on the Island engaged in sexual antics, then headed for the exit.

"I must remember my sandwich," He said aloud, feeling rather pleased with the evenings turn of events. Not only did he have the conversation between Kyle and Katie about them having sex a few years back, along with Kyle's conversation with Kara about her lap-dancing for him, but now he had Kara fucking Kyle on video.

He smiled as he reached the door. "Blackmail is so easy when you have the right tools at hand."

Kyle

"Kyle, it's time to get up," He heard Patricia telling him.

"Hey," He mumbled, a sleepy smile on his face. The more he thought about his nocturnal visitor last night the more he was convinced that it was her, that she'd crept into his bed, and sneaked back out, rather than face him in the light. There had been no opening or closing of the door into the suite, and she only had to dart into her bed and pretend to be asleep.

"Get in here," He muttered, sliding back across the bed a little.

She chuckled. "I thought we talked about this last night?"

"Yeah, but..."

"But nothing. We talked about it and we're not going to go there, are we?"

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Are you alright, Kyle?" She asked, peering at him. As his eyes focussed he could see her sitting staring at him from the side of the bed, his football shirt covering her, a confused expression on her face.

"Did you...."

"Did I what?"

Kyle looked away and then back at her.

"I'm putting your shower on. You really need to wake up, Kyle. Busy day." She disappeared into the bathroom.

"Did I just dream that last night? Or was it not her, but someone else?" He wondered. "Fuck my life."

She returned from the bathroom and stood beside the bed. "Come on. You've got ten minutes before you meet Julian to get showered, dressed and get down to the gym," She said, covering her eyes and hauling the sheet back in one swift movement.

Kyle sat up slowly, stretching his sore body, and got to his feet. He padded into the bathroom, going straight into the shower, noting immediately the water was a lot colder than normal.

"Did you make the water colder?" He called, having no idea how to change it himself.

"You need to wake up. What's with you this morning?" She called back. He heard her enter the bathroom. "You seem... a bit out of it."

"Did you come in my room last night?" He said after a moments hesitation.

"To do the speech?"

"No, after that. After our whole... conversation."

"Not until just now."

"So you didn't come in then?"

"Did I not just say that?" She replied. "What's with you?"

"Someone came in my room last night and...."

"And what?" She asked, then it all clicked. "Oh! Really?"

"Yeah," Kyle said, running the luke-warm water over his hair and shaking his head from side to side. "Really."

"And you two...."

"Yeah. It was pitch dark, someone joined me on the bed, teased me, had sex with me and then...."

"Yeah, that wasn't me," She said, sounding a little pissed. "What time was that at?"

"About two. I checked the time on my phone after she left."

"Why didn't you ask her who she was?" Kara said, feeling as confused as Kyle sounded when she'd woke him up.

Kyle paused for a second, formulating his thoughts before answering. "So I'm sound asleep and someone slips into bed with me. It's pitch dark, and suddenly there's things happening. She didn't let me kiss her, and she held onto my wrists so I couldn't feel her hair, or her face I guess, and she didn't say anything at all. With me so far?"

"Think so."

"So then she's on top of me, I'm pinned on the bed, hands held down, we have sex for a bit and then she goes down on me and.... finishes me off."

"I get the picture, Kyle," Patricia told him, sounding pretty unamused.

"Sorry. Anyway, before I can say anything or do anything else, she just bolted out the room."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. I put the light on, but she was already gone. I went looking, but I didn't hear the suite doors opening or closing, and then I figured it had to have been you and you were pretending to be asleep," Kyle explained. "Plus her body was similar to yours in shape as far as I could tell, so I thought you'd come and paid me a visit."

"Well, I really didn't," She said flatly. "And I'm really pretty pissed that someone else sneaked in here and fucked you. So much for the Island security team."

"So it really wasn't you?" Kyle asked, feeling a little shaken himself.

"No. It wasn't. It absolutely wasn't me."

"Then who the fuck was it?" Kyle asked, turning the shower off.

"That's what I want to know."

Kyle was confused. More than confused. When he'd woke up he felt certain that it had been Patricia. He'd nearly slipped into her bed last night after reaching the conclusion it had to be her. Then this morning she was vehement in her denials and he believed her, so despite him thinking he'd fucked her, he'd fucked someone else. And he didn't know who.

"So who would sneak into my room and fuck me?" He said, shrugging and feeling confused and a little angry too.

"Could it have been Katie?" Patricia suggested. "Like a 'gotta have you one last time' thing?"

Kyle opened the door, turning the glass clear and stepped out the shower, not really in the mood to give a shit that Patricia was still there as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.

"I don't think it was her. It wasn't like that when we were together," He said, trying to explain. "It was... intimate, beautiful. Last night was more.... I don't know. Last night was fucking, not making love."

He grabbed a second towel and began to dry himself off slowly.

"Hey, is it possible you were sleepwalking?" He asked a moment later.

"Nope," Patricia said flatly. "I don't sleepwalk, and if I did, that's not how I would have had sex with you. Not my style."

Kyle shot an eyebrow up. "What is your style?"

She folded her arms across her chest and gave him a stern look. "Really? You want details of my sexual tastes when you just fucked someone else?"

"I did think it was you," He pointed out.

"You don't get bonus points for that, Kyle."

"You're mad at me," He realised.

She paused, then nodded. "Yeah. So?"

"You're mad at me because I slept with someone else? Even though I thought it was you? Plus, you said again last night that we're never gonna cross that line."

"Yeah, that's right," She said firmly.

"This is fucked up," He muttered, pushing past her and heading for the dressing room. Once inside he dropped his towels and sought out a pair of track pants and a vest top.

"So you don't know who it was?" She asked, appearing in the dressing room archway.

Kyle stood there, naked and frustrated, looking at her. "No. I thought it was you, but you're telling me it wasn't and I believe you. So now I've fucked some woman and I've no idea who it was. And you're pissed at me for it."

"How could you think it was me?"

"Because we came so close last night. Because I wanted it to be you. Who else would I have thought it was?" He shook his head in frustration and pulled on the track pants.

She shrugged. "Katie? Or Kara maybe?"

Kyle frowned, remembering the feel of her taught stomach, and then he stood upright as he remembered that moment where he tried to kiss her and she held back just out of reach, teasing him. It was similar to how Kara had teased him during the dance at the strip club.

"You think it might have been Kara?" Patricia asked, her face showing her surprise.

Kyle frowned, then shook his head, although inside he was now wondering. "I don't think it's her. She's too.... "

"Yeah, she doesn't exactly trust guys, and I can't see her deciding to fuck her brother," Patricia said, tapping her finger on her chin. "Does she know about you and Katie?"

Kyle shook his head.

"I'm going to ask security to list any of the serving staff who might have come in the main house through the night," Patricia said. "Can you remember anything else?"

"About her?"

"Yeah."

He thought for a second. "Nothing that would help with a physical description."

"And you didn't grab her hair or anything?"

"Why would I grab her hair?"

"You know. Heat of the moment stuff?"

Kyle shook his head. "She had my hands pinned. I never got higher than her breasts."

"Pubic hair?"

"I don't know."

"So you just lay there and got fucked? You didn't do anything?"

"Pretty much," Kyle admitted. "I wasn't the one calling the shots, and I certainly wasn't the one in control. Besides, I thought you'd changed your mind and sneaked in to seduce me. Do you think I was going to risk fucking it up by not letting you, her, be in control if that's what she wanted?"

He grabbed the vest top, slipped it on, ignoring the pain in his muscles, and grabbed a pair of sneakers and socks and walked to the archway, stopping right beside her.

"I get that you're angry, Patricia. But I thought it was you, so can you imagine how fucking disappointed I am to find out it wasn't?"

He left it at that and sat on the bed to get his footwear on. He could see she was thinking so he didn't say anything else, just stood, gathered up his phone and headed for the door.

"One other thing," He said on his way out. "If I'd known it wasn't you, do you think I'd have still fucked her? Whoever it was?"

He turned his back and headed for the door out to the balcony, opening to admit the fresh air, and workout or no workout, he picked up his cigarettes from the table and lit up.

"That's not healthy before a workout, Kyle," He heard Kara say from her balcony.

"Bad start to the day," He grunted. "You're up early. Coming to the gym?"

Kara nodded and walked round to join him, wearing black leggings, a black lycra top and sneakers. "Yeah, I was up, so I thought I might as well."

As she walked round, Kyle wondered if it could have been her. The tease was the thing that had him thinking about it, because none of the rest of it seemed to fit.

"So how did it go?" She asked, an eyebrow raised and a twinkle in her eye.

"Last night?" Kyle shook his head and sighed. "It didn't and then I thought it did, but now I'm not so sure."

Kara chuckled. "Was that supposed to make some sort of sense to anyone else, Kyle?"

"Never mind. I don't want to talk about it."

"You two had a domestic or something?"

Kyle sighed and put the cigarette out. "Let's just go."

As soon as they got to the bottom of the stairs they paused, seeing staff moving furniture around in a whirlwind of activity. The large dining table was on its way outside, carried by a dozen people, and the couches were being re-arranged too.