Belonging to the Steer Brothers (6 page)

“Is it true?” she asked. Henry had only hit the surface of what actually went on with the Steer family. Could it be possible David and Paul intended to share a woman for a wife?Steer was a family name, rich, wealthy and well-to-do. How could the Steer men share their women in a town like CapeFalls? She knew they helped with businesses and that the name Steer was a great name to have behind you. Thinking about David and Paul she wondered what they’d done to make money. They’d always paid for her, and she’d never gone without money. Why hadn’t she ever asked? It amazed her how little she knew about the men who’d taken care of her and whom she’d fallen in love with over a short period of time.

She heard him take a deep breath to speak, and before he could say anything, she interrupted.

“Please don’t lie to me. I’ve just lost a load of friends over this,” she said. Anna still had her back pressed against him.

“They weren’t your friends,” he said.

Thinking about it, Henry had been her only true friend throughout the whole of her growing up.

“It doesn’t matter. Tonight will be filled with gossip, so the least you can do is tell me the truth.” Walking past people while they whispered had never bothered her. After her parents died, she’d lived with everything CapeFalls residents had to offer. The strange looks because she didn’t have anyone in the world along with living with two sexy, hot men. The moment she’d turned eighteen the sexy dreams involving all three had started. How she managed to act as a friend while at night her pussy wept for the pleasure they could offer astounded her.

She watched as Paul paused before answering. The pause confirmed her suspicions that he considered lying to her to begin with. Could the truth be as bad as she thought? The only way the truth could be bad was if the rumours were lies. How she wanted to be their woman. 

Anna tensed, waiting for the answer.

“Yes, it’s true,” he said, truthfully and honestly.

Most girls, Anna was sure, would go running for the hills. At the very least they would be horrified at the thought of one woman sharing more than one man. Anna had seen their family tree and had noticed at one time four boys had been born. One woman and four men was a thing of dreams. She was happy with her two. For Anna, the fire inside her began to build. Thoughts of her, Paul and David together were so powerful she had to press a hand to her stomach to try and control her rioting thoughts. Being sandwiched between a large muscle bound dark haired Paul and, with the same muscles going on but with a lighter colouring,  David. Either man at the front or back. She felt like all of her Christmases had been rolled into one.

“Do you and David have anyone in mind?” she asked.

Pick me. Pick me. Pick me.

“Anna, don’t ask me that question.” His hands moved down her shoulders and arms. His touch soothed the turmoil inside her.

“Do I know her?”

“Yes,” she heard him whisper. Closing her eyes and sending a little prayer for her to be the woman they wanted, she turned in his arms. Paul stopped her and spun her back resting her against him. Didn’t he want to see her face?

“Why can’t I see you?” she asked.

“I don’t want to screw this up, angel.”

“How can you screw this up unless it’s someone else you want?”

“Baby, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

She must be some kind of slut. Being with two men shouldn’t send a thrill through her body. Only sluts felt this way. Or at least the town would have every woman believing those horrible lies. All Anna knew for sure was that she wasn’t repulsed by the thought of being shared by these two men. For the first time she would belong to someone, not just to one man but two. Anna gasped as Paul rested his hand on top of hers where it lay on her stomach.

“You hate me,” she whispered staring straight ahead.

“No, I’ve never hated you Anna,” he said as his thumb ran circles over her knuckles, running up her arm and back again.

Her heart lifted as the door opened, and David walked into the room. He glanced around at the empty space, and Anna watched as his eyes widened when he took in the two of them standing their embracing.

“Where is everyone?” he asked.

Paul stopped his movements on her arm, but he didn’t move away.

“They left,” he said.

Every sound seemed to be vibrating to her pussy.

“So what happens now?” David asked, folding his arms over his huge chest.

Anna had one thought in mind.

Chapter Six

What a loaded question. Paul watched his brother as he observed him with Anna. Smiling, Paul went back to moving his hand along her arm, and David’s eyes followed the movement. How many times had his brother wanted the pleasure of touching Anna and knowing he was with their woman.

If they took the next step, Anna wouldn’t be able to leave them again. There was no way they could survive without her.

“Anna asked me if all the rumours about us Steer men were true,” he said to the younger man.

David’s eyes shot up to his brother. “Seems like I missed some serious shit while I was outside.”

Anna nodded, leaning her head back against Paul’s shoulder, her body finally relaxing in his hold. 

“Tracy McAllister’s daughter, Daisy, was shooting her mouth off.” The name had the desired effect. David and Paul had been warned about Tracy by their fathers. Paul Senior, the eldest of all the brothers, had warned Paul of her spite and her determination to see the Steer name, or more importantly the Steer women, pushed through the mud. CapeFalls had many faults, but the lead was how easily they listened to gossip. His mother had guts and attitude of steel and had cut the other woman down whenever she tried to get into her path. Anna was different. She was younger than their mother had been when she’d been picked as his father’s wife. Anna didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of an older woman’s spite and jealousy that had nothing to do with her.

“Why does she hate you guys?” Anna spoke for the first time since David had entered the room, and Paul noticed the way the sly fucker moved closer. His brother wanted in on the action.

“She doesn’t hate us, but she hates our fathers. They all turned her down. Said they didn’t want her. This was before they chose mum,” Paul said. David was preoccupied with trying to get closer and have Anna in his arms.

“Tell me why?” she asked, and Paul knew she wasn’t talking about Daisy or Tracy but why the men shared.

David looked over her shoulder at Paul with a raised eyebrow. He wasn’t the oldest brother for nothing. While David got to enjoy the fruits of his hard work, Paul had to be the one with all the answers.

“It’s not a fairy tale, Anna. The sharing in the Steer family started many generations ago. The Steer name has always been powerful, but most lines continue with the birth of a son. I know it’s an old custom, but it’s one that has stayed with us and is involved in the inheritance. It is one of the conditions that has been passed down.  A male heir must inherit the Steer inheritance. Not ideal in this day and age I know, but still it’s fool-proof.” Paul stopped when David cupped her cheek looking into her beautiful eyes. Paul wished he could be looking in her eyes as he told her his family history, but in truth he didn’t know if he could hold his desire in check long enough to explain.

“You okay, babe?” David asked her.

Anna nodded.

“Anyway, one time twins were born to the line. The rumour or the prediction spoke of the two men were so alike in everything it wouldn’t shock anyone if they were to fall in love with the same woman. Well, they both fell in love with the same woman, and it would have torn our family name apart. Since both couldn’t have her, no one could. Susan Hamilton her name was, to be precise. It’s in our personal family tree and diaries. She not only loved one brother, she loved both and came to the twins with an ultimatum or a solution. She would share the two men, and they would be hers forever.” David leaned down and kissed her luscious lips, causing Paul to stop his tale. Her hand moved from beneath Paul’s to respond to his brother. Paul held her stomach, circling the quivering flesh.

“You taste good,” David moaned diving in for more. Paul moved his hand down her belly resting at the top just above her pubic bone. So close to touching her intimately. He wanted the dress out of the way. To be free to explore her flesh.

“Finish the story, Paul,” she said.

“The twins after much arguing, agreed. She would marry the oldest in a civil ceremony, but they would both be married to her; and on the wedding night, both men would be present and share her body.” Paul waited as he heard her gasp.

“How could one have been older, they were twins?” she asked.

“One still needed to come before the other.” David answered that one with a smile on his face.

“Right, but you said share her body? Wouldn’t that be incest?”

Paul looked at David and whispered into her ear. “It wouldn’t be incest.  They would be sharing her body, not each other. I wouldn’t dream of touching this ugly mug. The only touching would be to you.”

Anna laughed, sighing, as she leaned more heavily against him.

“Are you wanting me in the same way as those two men?” she asked. His cock pulsed to life. She must be considering it if she was asking the question. Paul could see the same reaction with David. The other man looked ready to lose it.

“It wasn’t just with the twins. They had a brilliant and good relationship. Since then the Steer men have shared their women. With the twins it was like our genetic make-up had been altered because since then, all the men have shared the same woman. No matter what happened. She shared their love, life and passion, no matter the number,” Paul said. He’d often wondered about that. Whether it was some sort of change or if for the first time their desire for sharing their women had in fact been opened up and now couldn’t be closed off. The only woman who hadn’t been happy was the one who kept the diary. One woman out of generations. All had lived in CapeFalls.

Sharing had become a natural instinct rather than a compromise on an ultimatum.

“What about babies?”

Paul watched as David moved down her body. He glanced over her shoulder and saw her nipples budding against her dress. The exposed top part of her chest was flushed red. She leaned more heavily against him. Paul held her weight, and her legs were partially open already accepting a space for David to move closer. The lucky bastard would be seated snug against her pussy.

“With all of us together and of the same blood, it wouldn’t matter. He or she would be a Steer and that was all that mattered,” Paul whispered. 

She sighed, almost as if the answer comforted her.

“What does this mean, Anna?” David asked her taking a step back. Paul would have done the same, but he imagined her collapsing into a crumpled heat on the floor. It would be ungentlemanly to allow her to fall. Plus, he liked supporting her weight. Such a slight little thing.

“What do you mean, David?” she asked. Suddenly she moved away from her position and left Paul and David standing alone. The space between all three was a good thing. At least that is what Paul was trying to convince himself of. He tried to calm his nerves. They were so close to having what they wanted. He was scared of saying the wrong thing and sending her off to another man’s arms.

“Where does this leave all of us? Do you want me and Paul?” David asked. Paul wanted to kill him. Anna might be responsive to their touch, but from a simple look at her he knew it wouldn’t be long until she ran from them.

“David,” Paul said.

“No. I want to know. Three years ago you were a dick and sent her away. I’ve had to live with the odd letter or a brief phone call to get me through. I’m not doing this half cocked. I want to know what this means. Do you want us the way we want you?” David asked.

Paul glanced at Anna. His brother was right. Now was the time to act. Not later. Because of his own issues he’d lost them three years. Their time was now.

“I’m with him, honey. Do you want us?” Paul asked.

Now that was the million-pound question.

Chapter Seven

Anna moved away from the two men hoping to clear her head and waiting for the reaction she’d imagined any other woman should feel.

Revulsion, where are you?

Shaking her head against her own insane voice she moved to the drink cabinet and poured herself a healthy shot of strong potent whisky. With her back to the men, she swallowed the small amount of liquid, enjoying the burn as it slid down her throat. In the space of about thirty minutes her whole dreams were coming true. For the past few years she wondered how she would be able to cope with her conflicting feelings with these two men. What was she going to do? How would she tell them? And now they were telling her that sharing one woman had been in their family for generations.

Her friends’ departure didn’t bother her. If they were true friends it wouldn’t matter what she did with her love life. They would stick by her. If anything, this showed her friends from her enemies, and being with these two men would create the fine line with friendship. She knew and understood it. They were the catch of the town. Rich – even though the money didn’t faze her, to some it would mean the best thing in the world. They were both hot, sexy, and every woman’s wet dream. They were built, boy, were they built. They might sit behind desks all day, but they sure made up for it in the gym. She’d sat with popcorn and fizzy pop and watched the brothers work out before. There was something about watching rippling muscles, heavy with sweat through strenuous workouts.

She’d masturbated at the thoughts of these two men. At college she’d bought a book to help her learn more about her body. Masturbating had become a new-found pleasure. If Paul had desired her – and it seemed like he did when she’d been eighteen – the cursing and the change in attitude made sense. He wouldn’t want to pressure her into a relationship with him. Even then he was protecting her from the outside world and from herself. If he’d shown any signs of wanting her in a more basic “I want to fuck you now” kind of way, she would have taken it no questions asked. After all, she might be a woman, but she still had needs.

This situation was easy to answer in her mind.  She wanted to be with these men for more than just a quick lay. She wanted the forever, and she knew they were offering that. Once it started, this path of being together in a ménage would be it. After losing her parents at the age of sixteen and never having anyone else in the world to own her, she really wanted to be part of a big family. To have lots of children to devote as much of her time to as possible.

“What would happen?” she asked.

She kept her eyes straight ahead, not looking at either man. Being near them messed with her head, and she needed to keep her distance.

“If you accepted being with us?” Paul asked her first with a question of his own.

“Yes,” she said.

“Well, you’d marry me, but we’d have a second ring made for you and David, and within this house you’d be both of ours. No questions asked.”

“What about at night? Who would I share a bed with?” Anna turned around then and took in the two men. They were so alike in characteristics but so different in looks. Paul was the taller of the two and darker, while David, even though he was taller than she, was slightly shorter than Paul and lighter in colouring. The good and the bad. Anna shivered wondering who would be a bad boy in the bedroom department.

“Whoever you wanted to at night. Me or David, both or on your own. It would be up to you,” Paul said. Everything they’d spoken about was for her to make her own decisions. With her heart racing and her body on fire Anna moved toward the two men. She stood before Paul looking at him. She saw his desire and hesitation.

“Kiss me,” she said.

He blinked, his eyes moving from her lips back to her eyes.

“Excuse me?” He was always so polite even when she wanted him to grab hold of her and kiss the living daylights out of her.

“Kiss me. David has kissed me. I want to feel your lips against mine,” she said, honestly. Paul glanced at David, but Anna was having none of it. “No, Paul. I want you to kiss me and mean it.”

Anna knew the challenge she was setting down, and she didn’t care. She’d had enough of the cryptic. She wanted these two men, more than anything she’d ever wanted in her short life. Now was the moment to take what she wanted and to show them she could be their woman. Three years had been lost. She wasn’t prepared to lose another second. Forgiving Paul wouldn’t be a problem.

She loved the idea of being possessed by them, of belonging to two men. After the death of her parents she’d never felt safer and more protected than when she’d been with David and Paul. To have two men and to know there would never be another day where she’d be alone was amazing. While at college she’d lived alone. When the weather changed and thunder and lightening struck, she couldn’t go to any bed but her own. Anna didn’t want to be alone anymore. Her heart lay with these two men. Whether they were brothers or not she knew in her heart this is where she wanted to stay. With that thought in mind, it drove her to take his hands in hers to cup her cheeks. To move within the comfort of Paul’s arms.

“Are you sure about this?” Paul asked her one final time as his thumb ran across her full bottom lip. Flicking her tongue out, she licked the tip of his thumb. Her eyes dilated as the taste of him erupted on her tongue.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. Kiss me, Paul. Touch me,” she begged.

He tilted her head back and swooped down taking her lips under his. The touch was not calm or gentle.  It was a full onslaught of passion invading her mouth and her senses. Anna opened up to his kisses and his tongue as it thrust inside her mouth. Moaning as he took charge, holding her as his lust took over, she was nothing but a slave to his passion.

Their moans mingled in the air as Anna froze when a pair of hands moved her hair out of the way and lips grazed the column of her neck. Opening her eyes she stared at Paul, asking him the questions her lips couldn’t form.

“This is what we want Anna, both of us, together,” he said as his palm moved from her face down her clothing until his large hand was stroking her breast. Anna cried out. David bit down on her shoulder. The sensation echoed through her body like lightening going from her neck to her nipple, shooting through to her clit between her legs.

She moaned but didn’t pull away. Her hand curved behind her holding David in place touching her while her fingers curled in Paul’s shirt. She pulled him against her taking the kiss she craved.

Anna cried out when the strap of her dress was moved down past her shoulder along her arm until her left breast was exposed to their viewing pleasure and the warm air.

“You look so beautiful,” Paul whispered moments before his lips went on the move. He went from her cheek down past her neck where he hovered above her budding breast.

“Now or never, Anna. Your choice.” Paul gave her the option to retreat. How could she deny these men, her men, everything she’d only ever wanted herself? She loved these two who’d taken her in when her parents had died. They might care for her and never feel love for her, but she could love the two men and that would be enough.

“Now, please, suck my nipple,” she said. David moved the other strap off her shoulder.

Paul placed his hands on her waist.  His tongue circled the tight red bud, sucking the tip into his mouth. Without her two men holding her she would have sunk to the floor as her knees turned to jelly, and her nipple was the epicentre of all her pleasure. She was a burning mass of heat, a roller coaster ride of pure unadulterated bliss.

“Oh my God.” She gasped as David teased her other nipple with his fingers. Everywhere on her body, their hands seemed to be wreaking havoc with her mind and body.

“You taste like vanilla,” Paul told her when he came up, and the next moment hands were on her thighs pulling up her short dress. Anna held her breath. She waited to see what would happen next as a hand moved to her simple cotton panties covering her mound. With four hands on her she didn’t know who was where. She gasped when a male finger traced the outline of her slit. She knew how wet she was. She could feel her juice wetting the fabric of her panties. Never before in her life had she been so turned on. They hadn’t properly touched her, and she was close to climaxing.

“You’re already lovely and wet, sweet Anna,” Paul said, nibbling her neck where her pulse was threatening to escape her throat. “Do you want us, Anna?”

She loved how he referred to both men. She wanted both men, and every time he talked about them together it made these feelings she had, easier to handle.

Nothing like thinking she was a whore or a slut in this moment and ruining the mood. She wouldn’t be able to do this for any other man. This was David and Paul, and she’d loved them for the longest time.

“Yes, I’ve always wanted you,” she admitted as the finger went from pressing against her to moving the panties out of the way. For the first time she had skin to skin contact on her pussy. Not her own touch but the touch of the men she loved. She cried out.  The invading finger made direct contact on her swollen unused clit.

“Easy, baby,” David muttered at her ear. His hands holding her with her back pressed to the front of his body, his arousal was hard to ignore as it pulsed at the base of her back where his cock lay.

“So hot and wet. She’s burning my fingers, David.” She heard the wonder in Paul’s voice, and pride went through her as he enjoyed her body.

“Anna, honey, are you a virgin?” Paul asked her pulling her out of her arousal as the question permeated her brain.

“What?” she asked.

“Have you had a man before?”

Would he stop if she hadn’t? No other man had appealed to her, not like these two. Should she lie? Anna couldn’t bear the thought of them stopping. Her body was alight and all because of the magic they wielded.

She shook her head. “No, I’ve never had a man before,” she told him honestly. She would go into this relationship with trust and absolute honesty.

Anna watched as Paul gazed at David and then back at her.

Was this the moment where they left her alone and unsatisfied? Kick her out of their home for good?

“Bedroom,” Paul growled moving away to follow.

“What? Why?” Anna asked confused.

“I’m not taking you on your first time in the sitting room. Your first time should be in bed. My bed,” he said.

Anna wasn’t going to argue.