Belonging to the Steer Brothers

“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 c**k 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 ni**les 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 pu**y.

“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 f**k 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.