My sensual criminals
Planned revenge

"Not only that, but we have to explain to the crew what happened so everyone is on guard. And then we have to leave. Tonight. Come on, buddy. Get with the program."

My twin slaps me hard on the back and starts walking; I fall in line beside him. I know he's right about everything. I know it's our only option, but I can't accept that we're not going to see Ariana again.

In such a short time, the three of us have formed an incredible bond. From the first time we were in her room, we felt a very natural energy. Ariana's pure and innocent nature balanced us, made us better men and completed us. Her incredible, irresistible curves and her tight little pussy and ass drove us crazy. Jack and I had shared girls before, but previous women didn't put up with the hardness and filth we needed and, as a result, we always had to slow down. However, here was a girl who needed it deep and intense, and not just from one of us, but from both of us. Like a cosmic shift, everything had fallen into place perfectly.

That's why I can't believe we had to give it all up. We had just started sharing, and our connection was so strong, not to mention our uncommon pasts with asshole dads and frigid moms. But what's a man to do? My brother and I adore Ariana and yet we are too fucked up for her. Crime is a way of life, and she is too pure, sweet and good to join us living on the fringes of society.

I am heartbroken, and not just for me and my brother. I'm heartbroken because our little plush goddess needs her daddies, and now our little princess will remain locked in her tower until God knows when. The thought that we can't protect her from her misery fuels my rage, but what can I do? Ariana is lost to us, and there's no turning back.

JACK

Fuck, why does James always make me look like the bad cop? If I don't make those decisions, nothing gets done. We would have been caught years ago if I had let him make the decisions. He's acting like I don't care about Ariana just because I'm trying to do the right thing. Like my heart didn't break when I heard her sobbing in the bathroom. Like rage isn't coursing through my body right now, thinking about her trapped in that shitty family with no one to protect her. As I parted her thighs and inserted my huge cock into her tight little pussy, something changed in me. I felt her hymen tear as my head pushed my way in and heard her moan on James' cock as I made her cum. It was incredible, and I knew I never wanted to do it again with another woman.

But that's also what makes her so irresistible and so delicious. That virginal pussy, that tight, pink, tasty little ass. Fuck, I've never cum harder in my entire life than when my cock was being squeezed by her tight ass. And if we don't come back for her, some other guy is going to be filling those heavenly holes. Some other guy is going to be cradling her after making her cum. Some other guy is going to be there to protect her. That, more than anything, makes me grind my teeth. But, of course, there will be no one else like James and me for her. Sure, some guys might be around for threesomes, but not long term. Not like me and my twin, because threesomes are hard. It takes mutual understanding, tolerance and respect for each other. Another guy would ruin everything before it even starts.

Besides, Ariana has too much lust and too much love to be in a traditional two-person relationship. She needs two men. She craves two men, and one man will never be able to handle our pretty filly.

So that's it for her? We've doomed her to misery forever? She's going to spend her days in solitude or, at best, semi-satisfied by a mediocre man, with a mediocre cock, who doesn't know how our princess likes it? How does she need it? Fuck, what have we done? My chest tightens at the thought of her perfect, beautiful face. Those thick lashes glued together by tears, her full lips in a sad pout and her giant soft tits squeezed as she cries, hugging her knees to her chest. She is so young, so innocent and so pure. She needs her daddies to be there, to protect her, to own her and make love to her.

I remember Ariana's kindness and purity and how she made James and me better men. If a beautiful little creature like her could love us, maybe we weren't so filthy after all. Her brightness balanced the darkness in my mind and made it bearable to be in my own company again. She had filled me with life and hope, and now I felt it slipping away with every step I took away from her.

As we approach our safe house, I fight the urge to turn around and go back to Ariana. I have to be strong and do the right thing. Especially after attacking my brother like that. But I can't stop thinking about his sweetness. It doesn't seem real, and we don't even get to say goodbye. My teeth grind at the thought of how luxurious she looked, wrapped in lace and silk. So elegant, so pure, so curvaceous. I can't believe I couldn't kiss those lips one last time. Thinking about it makes my cock twitch, but this time there will be no satisfaction.

By the time we reach the strong house, I've been thinking about her so much that my erection presses painfully against the tightness of my pants. I immediately head towards our quarters, but James stops me with a tense expression on his face.

"Where are you going, we need to tell the crew what happened," he says with a frown.

"I'll be right there," is my bark. "I just need a minute."

As we approach our safe house, I fight the urge to turn around and go back to Ariana. I have to be strong and do the right thing. Especially after attacking my brother like that. But I can't stop thinking about her sweetness. It doesn't seem real, and we don't even get to say goodbye. My teeth grind at the thought of how luxurious she was, wrapped in lace and silk. So elegant, so pure, so curvaceous. I can't believe I couldn't kiss those lips one last time. Thinking about it makes my cock twitch, but this time there will be no satisfaction.

By the time we reach the strong house, I've been thinking about her so much that my erection presses painfully against the tightness of my pants. I immediately head towards our quarters, but James stops me with a tense expression on his face.

"Where are you going, we need to tell the crew what happened," he says with a frown.

"I'll be right there," is my bark. "I just need a minute."

I walk away and head to our quarters before locking myself in the small cubicle in the bathroom. Fuck. What I meant to say is that I need to blow off some steam. The longer I'm away from Ariana, the more I realize our loss. At the time, I was in survival mode, but now that things are clear and we are about to face the consequences of our decisions, the reality of the situation comes crashing down on me. Fury courses through my veins and frustration fuels my breath. My skin crawls for her. Our princess.