Belonging to the Steer Brothers

“I’ll love you for the rest of my life. I always have and always will.” David laid a kiss on her lips and curved against her, holding her, joining both Paul and Anna in the land of dreams.

Chapter Ten

Anna woke early the next morning, stretching out the aches within her body. She moaned and encountered two very muscular and very warm male chests. She glanced up at the face of one man to see he was already awake, and she turned her head to see the other man was indeed awake.

“Hey, sleeping beauty. How are you feeling this morning?” Paul asked.

Anna made a blatant display of stretching and moaning but didn’t tell them where her pains were the most. In truth her aches and the slight pain were nothing compared to her need to be f**ked. She recognised the feeling and welcomed the rush between her legs when a hand walked up the inside of her thigh until fingers were massaging her clit.

“That feels so good,” she cried out. She knew she would have to stop them.  She needed to use the ladies’ room. It was the morning after all.

“Do you want more?” David whispered seconds before his lips engulfed a huge part of her breast. Hands on her tits and pu**y. A delightful way to wake up.

“This feels so damn good, but I’ve got to go to the bathroom. But once I come back we can take it back up where you left off?”

Their hands moved from her body, and each of her men helped her off the bed and to the bathroom. Their time, attention and devotion were highly addictive. The first thing she did when she entered the bathroom was giggle in the mirror. She looked well f**ked and happy. Two of the combinations she’d never felt before.

She went through her morning routine, taking about ten minutes. Then, with hair brushed and fresh mint flavoured breath, she opened the door. They stood on either end grooming themselves. Anna took a moment to just watch and drool and watch some more. They stood naked, and she could see they’d freshened up somewhere else. They glistened with water.  She had the oddest urge to lick every drop of water from their bodies.

“I could get used to this,” she said to draw their attention away and back to her.

They were at her side in an instant.

Each man greeted her with a kiss. She couldn’t believe these two powerful men were all hers.

David and Paul touched her, and she touched them, hands and lips everywhere. In no time at all both men had her pressed up the wall. Paul was at her feet opening her legs wide, and he penetrated her with his tongue. David sucked and licked at her br**sts. Her hands were sunk in each mans hair urging them on. She opened her eyes in time to catch their reflection in the mirror opposite.  The sight had her crashing into a shocking orgasm leaving her like jelly. She watched the scene in the mirror, turned on by the woman she saw and the love coming off the two men making her heart beat rapidly in her chest.

Paul stood and positioned himself between her legs. Anna yelped when he picked her easily bracing her against the wall and his chest. She watched his dick sink inside her body. Her head flung back with the explosion of pressure inside her. He was thick and hard, and he knew how to use it.

David stood close, taking one of her hands from around his brother’s neck, and placing it over his erection, he guided her hand, showing her what he liked. The pressure and the speed of his strokes.

“Make me come, baby,” he asked.

Paul pummelled hard and fast inside her, and she f**ked David. A trio of sensation. It was so bizarre as she wanted David to let go and cl**ax in her hand. She wanted to be the woman to bring him to an earth-shattering cl**ax with nothing but her hand.

The brothers worked her body together creating new heights of utter sensation. She exploded in a wave of heat as her pu**y tightened around the shaft impaling her causing Paul to ram inside her and growl in cl**ax. In her fist David thrust his hips, his c**k expanding in her hand, and she stroked him to completion.

Throughout the morning, they loved her like no other person had loved her before. Lavishing her with attention and their bodies and time. Each man taking turns, filling her head with wonderful dreams of the future. At around lunch time David went in search of some food, and Paul helped her into a robe, took her hand and asked for her time. She was An a wave of bliss but a little uncomfortable from working, both men having used her body for their pleasure as well as giving her pleasure; and her bones and muscles were starting to protest. Almost like he was attuned to her body, Paul picked her up and carried her to his study where he placed her gently on the sofa.

In a very secret agent style fashion he moved a picture from the wall that had hidden a locked safe. Intrigued Anna waited, wondering what he wanted her to see. Paul came back to her, and David walked in carrying a tray of food and tea.

Paul handed her a very old book.  She looked at the cover and the title, running her hand over the precious literature.

“What’s this?”

“This is a tale of one of the women who’ve been part of our family in the way David and I want to share you. This is why I pushed you away, and before we ask you anything. I want you to read that book.”

Anna opened the book and noticed it was a diary immediately. She began to read each page one at a time. Some women had a wonderful written hand. She’d read several diaries over the years where the publishers had crafted their signature style perfectly. The woman who wrote this book showed the anger in her writing that was similar in her words. Anna struggled to make the words out. She sat for hours while the men went about their business. The diary was about one woman, Fanny, who displayed so many different emotions. The title would have deceived many women. This wasn’t a tale about several of the Steer women. This was a tale about one woman’s bitter experience.

She skipped some bits.  She got the picture with the description of “rutting bastards using me at a moment’s notice”.

Anna had enough at around the hundredth page. She didn’t need tales of women who had gone before. She didn’t know the men of that time. She knew Paul and David, and she knew she loved them with all of her heart.

They sat, tense and waiting. Throwing the book on the sofa, she knelt at their feet taking each of their hands in one of hers.

“That book is the reason you were mean to me before I left?” she asked Paul.

He nodded.

“You should be ashamed of yourself. How dare you treat me like shit when reading something about a woman who’s clearly bitter?”

“I’m sorry,” he said and held her face in his hands. “I won’t make the same mistake again.”