My sensual criminals
Calm after a family bombshell

"Who's there?" I call out hesitantly.

"I'm George, Miss Ariana," says the butler's voice from the other side of the door. Relieved that it is neither of my parents, I open the door. The butler stands before me with a letter on a silver tray. I roll my eyes; I have always found my parents' need to pretend we are 18th century nobility ridiculous. But I don't say anything to George because I don't want to be rude. After all, he's just doing his job. I take the letter from the silver tray and immediately notice the scent of my mother's perfume.

"Thank you, George," I say, turning around to go back to my room. When the door closes, I open the white envelope and pull out a delicate piece of stationery in my mother's familiar handwriting. Dear Ari,

Thank you for standing up for yourself like this, and for standing up for me too. You remind me of how I used to be and how I want to be better. Your father and I had an intense discussion after you left the table, but it was good because we have decided to spend the weekend at our beach house in Southampton to work on our marriage and work out things that should have been addressed years ago. My goal is also to change his mind about your college fund. Don't hate your father. I know Harrison can be cruel, but he has lost his way. Give him another chance. I think we can still be a happy family. I'm going to fix this. And I have you to thank for taking that first step. I'll see you after the weekend. Love, Mother

Wow. That was the last thing I expected from a letter. Since when is Melisa so emotional? Anyway, I'm grateful because this is more warmth and intimacy than my mother has shown me in years. And Mom and Dad are on their way to Southampton to work on their marriage? It's so unbelievable that I laugh out loud in disbelief as I hold up the newspaper. And here I thought I'd be sent to a convent or something because of what I'd said at dinner. Maybe there is hope for them and for us.

I'm full of adrenaline from my confrontation with Harrison, and now it's triggered even more by Melissa's support. But inside, I know that this newfound courage is due to Jack and James. They have inspired me with confidence, as well as a newfound security and sense of self. I owe them a lot, and as I put on my sexiest nightgown, I hope my hung daddies come back soon. But this time, I want to do more than love. This time, being filled by their huge cocks at the same time is going to have to take a back seat to something more important, because I need answers.

I'm wearing a black lace evening gown with a matching silk bathrobe. I've tied it around my waist so that my huge tits are held in place by the lace, but it's not too suggestive: the look I'm going for is sexy and elegant. At least a little more than the other nights, when I chose evening dresses with only one goal in mind: to incite the naughtiest sex possible. To encourage my daddies to use their giant cocks to fill me up, all at once. To take me, possess me and give me pleasure. To give them my body and let them use it as they please.

And it's not that I'm not thinking about it right now. In fact, as I wait for Jack and James to show up, I notice my nipples tingling and my pussy lips sliding together with the cream already waiting for them from anticipating their hard bodies, piercing blue eyes, rough hands and huge cocks.

Oh God, I'd better concentrate on the task at hand: I have to get them to communicate with me. Last time I tried asking them questions, but it didn't exactly go according to plan. After all, it stands to reason that they want to keep their lives secret. And they shut me up easily by pleasuring me, sticking their fingers in my sweet spots and licking my nipples and clitoris until I cum, while masturbating. But there are matters we have to discuss and this time I can't be distracted. I'm in the bathroom, freshening up, when suddenly, there's a stillness in the suite. It's them. I feel it, my heart is racing and excitement is coursing through my body. With just a few steps, I'm in my room, facing the two magnificent men. As usual, Jack and James are wearing black acrylic shirts and tight pants that hug their muscular thighs. Their muscles bulge, and sure enough, there are two particularly hard ridges that immediately attract my eyes.

But this time there is something different, and that is that the lights in my room are on. Before, we were always under the cover of night. Either we were completely in the dark or, at most, the little lamp next to my bed was on. This time, however, the lights in my room are fully on. I can see them perfectly in front of me, and they can see me. There are no secrets anymore. Something is different.

"Will you turn off the lamp?" growls Jack, his eyes wild-eyed. But his gaze is hungrily drawn to my cleavage and thighs, and I know he enjoys seeing me in all my splendor.

"Well..." I begin.

"Never mind," Jack interrupts me, snickering as he watches me. "We'll get to that." I feel my body react to their proximity and the fact that they want me so badly. They've come here to take me and make me cum on their huge cocks. But as much as I want to do their bidding, I'm already preparing to let them down. At least until I get some answers. I hope I can stand my ground and not give in to the need already boiling inside me and soaking my lacy panties. "Actually, James, Jack," I say in a soft tone. "I'd like to talk to you about something."

"We told you last time, princess, no more questions," Jack growls. The tremble in his baritone voice makes me want to bend, to surrender to him and obey him. But I swallow saliva, forcing myself to continue.

"It's about. protection," I say, aware of my body and how my curves stand out in this black lace. With the lights on, I realize how exposed I am. The shadow of my nipples is visible under the fabric, and my pussy is a tantalizing veil under the short hem. God, why did I choose these clothes?