My sensual criminals
A princess between two thirsty males

"Actually, princess," Jack growls, putting the panel back up. "Now, we have a few questions for you." "Just one, actually," I add.

"Which one is it?" she asks, looking at us dutifully, her tits jiggling under the lacy evening gown, stretching the fabric. It's obvious that, her questions satisfied, she's eager to get started on the good stuff: tearing at the sheets as she moans noisily. I feel the same: my body responds to the way she is there, ready to give herself to us again. Her skin glows and, to me, she's full of the vitality of life, from those quivering tits to the dark vein in her thighs. I want to consume Ariana, and my cock is rock hard in my pants. I see Jack's is too. Shall we get through this part before we devour her? I clear my throat, hoping that will clear me.

"Now that you've seen how we got in and out of here," I say in my deep, soft voice, "we'd like to ask for your help."

"Actually, princess," growls Jack, putting the panel back in place. "Now, we have a few questions for you." "Just one, actually," I add.

"Which is?" she asks, looking at us obediently, her tits jiggling under the lacy evening gown, stretching the fabric. It's obvious that, her questions satisfied, she's eager to get started on the good stuff: tearing at the sheets as she moans noisily. I feel the same: my body responds to the way she is there, ready to give herself to us again. Her skin glows and, to me, she is full of the vitality of life, from those quivering tits to the dark vein in her thighs. I want to consume Ariana, and my cock is rock hard in my pants. I see Jack's is too. Shall we get through this part before we devour her? I clear my throat, hoping that will clear me.

"Now that you've seen how we got in and out of here," I say in my deep, soft voice, "we'd like to ask for your help."

"With what?" she asks me, fluttering her thick eyelashes and pouting her full, pink lips. Fuck, all I want is to have that gorgeous mouth around my cock. I don't want to spend the night talking about stealing from her father, what are we going to do? Jack seems to think the same thing, but he goes on.

"See we haven't stolen anything from your family yet," he growls, "Let's just say we've been a little busy." This causes our princess to let out a giggle and blush, and I almost lose my cool. I'm about to pounce on her and rip off her nightgown before I get a taste of her sweet, tight pussy. But I clench my jaw and restrain myself.

"Let's just say, for various reasons, we have a big booty to make," I tell her.

"The kind of big haul that would involve stealing from your father," Jack adds, his blue eyes turning intense. The smile disappears from Ariana's face. "We know how much your father has, princess," Jack continues. "And the question is-" "-Will you help us?" I finish in my softest voice. But Ariana makes a shocked face. I thought she hated her father, but upon hearing my question she has turned pale and her beautiful face is drained of blood.

"Do you want...," she starts, but needs to compose herself before continuing. "Do you want me to help you steal my father?". Jack and I nod slowly. We are dead serious, even if she looks incredulous. "You're our goddess," Jack states, frowning, showing how much this means to him. "You're the perfect person to help us. And it would give you a chance to get revenge on your father."

Uh oh. That's a bad choice of words because it's too aggressive, and Ariana seems to swoon.

"Revenge?" he asks in a weak voice.

"From your father," says my brother.

"Why would I want revenge on my father?" he asks quietly.

"I thought you said you hated him," growls Jack, now with confused eyes. "Isn't this a great opportunity to get back at him, by stealing his precious art?"

"Yes, I hate him," Ariana says quietly, "but he's my father. Robbing him blind? Under his own roof? That's pretty far-fetched."

Jack and I fall silent. We weren't expecting it because, frankly, it doesn't sound weird or strange to us at all. It's kind of normal.

But Ariana continues.

"Also, I think there's some kind of breakthrough going on in my family right now."

"What kind of breakthrough?" I ask, unable to hide my disappointment at how it's all turning out.

The goddess takes a deep breath.

"I had a fight with my father tonight. Normally we never fight, because he is cruel to my mother and me, and we accept that. But tonight I confronted him and we had a fight. As a result, a conversation ensued between my parents and they are going to the Hamptons this weekend to discuss the problems with our family dynamic."

Bruce and I looked at her in disbelief.

"So your dad isn't home right now, is he?" my brother mutters. He and I exchange glances, knowing exactly what the other is thinking: this is the perfect time to steal Harrison Smith blind. But Ariana can read our thoughts. "No, not tonight," she pleads. "Give Harrison a chance. My mother might talk some sense into him. Maybe he'll change. It's not the right time to plan a robbery when, for the first time, my family might be salvageable."

"People don't change, Ariana," Jack barks. "You know they don't." His eyes glitter as he pins her with his blue gaze. I see her try to resist his dominance, but she struggles.

"Are you sure you don't want to be a part of this?". I ask in a low, dangerous voice. Her beautiful brown eyes fill with tears as she wraps her arms around her plump body.

"No, yes, I mean," she stumbles, her lip trembling. "I don't know, okay? This is happening so fast, both with my family and with you guys."

But my brother and I are demanding men.

"Make a decision," Jack orders, making her jump, "Now." I glare at him, communicating that he is being too fierce. Ariana is not used to this kind of treatment from us, and she doesn't deserve it either. Before we can react, she flees to her suite and locks herself in the bathroom. Soft sobs come through the door.

"You're scaring her," I growl at my brother.

"She could use a little scaring," he spits. "What the fuck is this? I thought she'd like this. I thought he hated it here. Why are you protecting him?"

"Look, we need to let him calm down for a second, and then..."

"No," Jack interrupts, "we need to get the hell out of here. Now."

"What?" I reply, really confused. "Don't you want to sort this out? Our little princess is in that bathroom, crying her eyes out because of you," I growl at him.

"I know, but for all we know she could be calling the police. We've revealed too much. We only did it because it was a foolproof plan, because we thought she'd say yes," he hisses at me. "Clearly we miscalculated."

I know he's right. I sigh and close my eyes.

"He's right. We need to leave. Now."

My brother nods and, with ease, removes the panel from the wall before entering the safe room. I look back toward the bathroom, where Ariana's sobs can still be heard. My heart fills with regret. I wish we could stay here and comfort her. Make it up to her. Apologize for putting her in this situation. Tell her it doesn't matter, that we can steal another billionaire art dealer because, after all, there are plenty of them in this town. But I know Jack is right. With everything that's happened, staying is too risky. Accordingly, I slip my legs into the safe room before gently closing the panel with a click.

As we walk through the dark alleys of Manhattan, shocked by what has happened, my mind reels. Our footsteps automatically lead us back to the safe house and my thoughts churn. I grab Jack by the muscular arm and pull him toward me before we enter.

"We screwed up," I tell him, and I see in his face that he agrees with me. "We did it all wrong."

But Jack can be stubborn.

"What did you want to do, James? He says pulling his arm away from me. "Do you think we should have stayed?"

"No," I growl, "but I don't know - leave her crying like that? She'll come back from the bathroom and replace us dead with no explanation. That's no way to leave a girl you love."

There's silence for a moment, but it's true. We are falling in love with Ariana and yet we leave her without warning as if she means nothing to us.

Chastened, Jack speaks up.

"She's going to be okay," he says quietly. "She'll rebuild it."

"Maybe she will, but we have to go back and apologize regardless," I say in a firm voice. "As soon as possible. The sooner the better."

My twin looks at me like I've lost my mind.

"Are you crazy?" he demands. "You know we can never go back, right? With everything we've told you, it's over. We're done. We have to disappear, got it, bro?". My temperature starts to rise too.

"You're the one who's fucking nuts, bro. I'm not leaving any girl I love in that state."

Jack interrupts.

"Look," he says, trying to keep the peace, "you think I don't know that? I get it. But we've totally blown our cover, Jack. She knows things we've never told anyone. We asked her to participate and she said no. Get it? We miscalculated, okay? We thought she'd be willing to join us, but evidently our princess has morals. She's not going to steal from her blind father. She's not going to become a criminal. That's our business."

"So we cut ties," I say emotionlessly, the words choking me.

"All ties," Jack repeats. "No more visits, ever. No communication. No spying on her because she knows too much. We're going to have to change the location of this hideout, in fact, just in case the police are able to track us there now that she knows how we've been getting into the building." I nod my head, as if in a trance. Of course my brother is right, but it's killing me.