(All characters in this story are 18+ and are completely fictional. This is my first time submitting anything on here and it's not my most favorite story, it's just one that I needed out of my system. There will be a big twist in the second part to this story).
"My life is sort of complicated to say the least. I'll admit I never bothered to question why my family ever did what we did. I didn't care that much, my brother Nate and I just made sure to do our own thing and have fun.
I suppose I should be saying something to my defense or to Nate's defense, like maybe trying to say that we were forced to do what we did for a living, or maybe that there were too many drugs involved, we were blacked out most of the time... I don't know something of the sort. The truth is, Nate and I are good... really good at what we do.
We've been in the same room as businessmen having a meeting and they never even noticed we were there, and I'm not exactly a tiny thing. My parents have always said that it's a good thing I'm not small... no would suspect someone like me.
Sometimes things are a tight squeeze, but I'm strong, and I'm not claustrophobic.... Nate is. We've tried to train him but he would just freeze up... he's better now, but he still hates going through small spaces.
One thing I'm horrible with is the whole emotional crying thing in front of police. More than a few times, Nate would have to 'coach' me.
"Seriously, the guy even walks like a perv. Show the cleavage, zip your jacket down." "Just start crying and make suggestive sounds. Just don't be too obvious." "Stuff this in your shirt and pretend you're in pain. Switch seats with me."
I was good at making things believable, but he was the one to come up with the scenarios... and he was good. They always worked.
My parents were always impressed at how good we were. After a while they stopped watching over our 'missions' and just gave us targets.... It's easier to get what we want now... minus when it comes to dating.... in our family the number one thing we need is trust and honesty. We're nothing without it. We're strong, we're clever, we're careful, we're tricky.... we're thieves. Taking half of what we steal, and giving half of it away... we all have jobs on the side, but taking is where our real income comes from."
"How's the journal going Squishy?" Nate suddenly barged into my room. I rolled my eyes at him and shut my journal. "None of your business." I muttered before slipping it under my pillow.
"Now that's too easy of a spot." He smiled. I looked at him.
"I'm just kidding Squish." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at him.
'I hate that stupid nickname.'
"Mom and dad have a new target tonight. They'll be out all night." He explained while pulling out his stupid little pair. For a short while he's been eating a hell of a lot of them.
"Why have you been doing that?" I asked curiously. "Doing what?" He asked while taking a bite. "Eating those so much?" I asked. He shrugged. "I like pairs, that an issue?"
"No. It just makes you look like more of an ass. It's literally the typical, 'I'm eating an apple while doing shit so that you see I'm confident.'"
He held up the pair. "This isn't an apple." "Same effect." I said. He stared at me for a moment before clamping down on the pair again. "You watch too much shit on youtube."
"What do you want?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Need your help." He leaned on my wall while crossing his legs and taking another bite.
I raised my eyebrow. 'He never needs help.'
"Oh really. With what?" I asked. "Remember that kid I went to high school with? Jesse?" He asked.
'Of course I remember the twit.'
I shook my head, lying my ass off.
He was about to take another bite but stopped dead, staring at me.
I squirmed uncomfortably remembering how he had walked by as Jesse had wadded up my hair at the back of my head, forcing himself into my throat. I hadn't exactly been enjoying it, but it was my first time giving head and I needed reassurance that I'd be good... for future purposes.
It was awful, he was staring at us, or more specifically at me, with a stupid look on his face.
I thought he looked angry at the moment, I thought he'd rat me out to my parents, instead I got a long and horrible grin from him that lasted for an entire month, along with a bunch of asinine innuendos.
"Really? Because I swear he was the one who... helped you clear your throat years ago." He reminded me. I stared back into my journal.
"Yeah, you really needed help getting it cleared, sooo much phlegm came out afte-" "Fine yeah I remember him, what do you need?" I asked. He smiled.
"He's always had a thing for curvy girls. I need you to distract him at his housewarming party. He took my jump drive from me at work today and didn't think I'd notice. I'm taking it back." He explained.
I rolled my eyes. "Really? I'm not 'distracting' a random 28 year old while you steal something back for your work." I replied. He chuckled. "Oh come on. I've heard he's good in bed. You could use a good fuck." He explained. I looked at him.
"I am not losing my virginity to Jesse." I said sternly. He looked at me now. "You haven't..." He looked at me. I sighed. "An eighteen year old virgin. Rare but not unheard of." "Yeah but didn't you sleep Tyler or Bryan?" "I dated Tyler for about three weeks, I dated Bryan for one. Neither of them stepped in the 'unknown territory', but they did hear about certain oral skills that I possessed, so that's all they did." I explained. He looked at me confused. "Why would...? Never mind. Fine don't fuck him, just maybe get him focused enough so that I can get inside his room without him noticing." He explained. I sighed.
"Two conditions." I stated. "Anything." "Stop calling me Squish and Squishy."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine Loony what do you-" "No Loony or Luna either. Call me Anya like everyone else." I interrupted.
"Done. Second?" He asked.
'Wow... that was quick...'
"Tell me what's on the jump drive. You're acting cool about it but you're panicking on the inside.... Could it get you in that much trouble?" I asked. He froze at that.
'What could he possibly have to hide?'
"It's nothing." He tried. I smiled. "Have fun at the party." I leaned back. He looked uncomfortable. "What... does it have something to do with me?-" "It's my journal.... and you know a few... pictures." He explained. I laughed. "God, you're not the only guy who downloads porn Nathan." I shook my head. He shifted again. "They aren't downloaded.... I took them myself. I never in a million years shared any of them, they were just for me." He explained. I looked at him. "Just to clarify; are they just random people that you-"
"They're of a woman I know... she doesn't know I have them... They're just for me, but I thought of using them for blackmail.... yeah it's sick. We were born into a family of thieves and liars, gimme a break." He explained. I smiled. "Who's the girl?" I asked.
"A slut in the office. She's been fucking the boss and she seems to think that she's in charge. As soon as she takes one more step out of line, I'm jumping in." He explained.
I nodded. "Fine then... let's get your perv stick back." I chuckled while getting up.
"Hey An." I heard Jessie finally approach me. "Hey slick, how's it goin'?" I asked while making sure to turn to him. Immediately his eyes remained glued to my face. He was trying not to be obvious about sneak peeks at my cleavage.
The oh so soft and grab-able skin I made sure was exposed by wearing my low cut red t-shirt and jean shorts.
"Pretty good... Hey.... you never told anyone about... you know three years ago...?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and moved my hips out in a perky girl wave. "I know how to keep a secret." I winked.
He seemed to actually get nervous at that. It always surprised me how well my seductions worked... I thought everyone was into the whole toothpick thing. Or at least Hollywood was...