Belonging to the Steer Brothers

She was disgusted with the waste of three years they could have had together. “I can’t believe you did that. How could you base our relationship on one woman who clearly wasn’t right?”

He hung his head. Anna wished she could feel sorry for him.

“Do you need this book for anything?” she asked.

“No.”

“Good. I know the best way to get rid of trash like this.” Anna left them, grabbed the book, and walked to the small fire burning in the hearth. Page by disgusting page of written word, she ripped them out of the book and tossed it into the fire.

“Anna, that was for you to read.”

“I don’t care, Paul. You held more stock in this than I did. I know what I want.” Throwing the diary on top she turned back to face them. “And you owe me for wasting time. I think you should be punished by giving me pleasure,” she said.

David burst out laughing, and Anna removed her clothing. The laughter stopped, and she stared at them, naked.

“What’s so funny, Mister Steer?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

“Good. Paul, come here.” Anna didn’t know where her confidence was coming from. Giving her virginity to the men she loved had been a good start.

The older brother stood and walked over to where she waited. As he closed in, he grew larger. She wanted them out of the clothes they wore. “Strip.”

Paul stood over her, and she wasn’t afraid. Three years and his bad attitude had been based on a book that wasn’t even worth anything.

Oh, she was going to make him pay.

Forcing him to give her pleasure would be nice, but she rather liked the justice in withholding his release. David moved to a chair closer to see the action. Paul removed his clothes and stood before her naked.

She circled him, a hand moving around his middle as she did before stopping at his front.

“You’ve been very mean to me,” she said with a pout.

“I’m sorry, but you can….” Anna stopped him with a finger to his lips. She rather liked being the temptress. Forbidding him to speak or say anything.

“I don’t care about your reasons. I want you to think about the three years you’ve wasted when you could have been f**king me several times a day.” Her pu**y grew slick with her arousal. The thought of being f**ked every day by David or Paul or both of them together was enough to bring her to her knees.

“That’s a very nice thought,” David said. She turned to look at him. His hand was wrapped around his c**k as he tunnelled it up and down.

She licked her lips and watched as he groaned from the action. Where had this temptress come?

It was like a side of her she hadn’t known existed had been awakened. A sex monster stood in her place, and all she wanted was sex.

Leaning on her tip toes she pressed a kiss to his lips. “This is for us,” she whispered for only him to hear.

She sank to her knees before him. A hiss escaped him.

“You’re f**ked now, brother. She’s got a sexy mouth,” David said.

Smiling with pride, Anna gripped his shaft in her hand and felt the hard na**d heat of him. She ran her hand up and down, watching as the spurt of his liquid escaped the small slit at the head. Opening her lips she pressed the bulbous mushroom head into her mouth and slid it to the back of her throat, the glide leaving a trail of his seed along her tongue. She swallowed him down and licked around the length of his dick in her mouth.

Paul stared at her, and she felt his eyes all the way through to her soul. When his hands went to her hair, she swatted them away. No way would she be controlled when this was his punishment.

“Fuck, your mouth is good,” Paul moaned.

Pulling all the way off, she replaced her lips with her hands, alternating between a fast and slow pace. When he gasped and grabbed the back of her head, shoving him further down her throat, Anna gagged and cupped his balls, threatening him to let go.

“Please, Anna. I need it,” he begged.

“Then you’ll think twice over treating me like shit over a musty old book.” She slapped his hands and took him inside.

“Fuck. Anna, please. I’ve learnt my lesson.”

Her head bobbed up and down, the saliva from her mouth coating his cock. Satisfied her torture was sufficient, she reached for his hands and placed them on the back of her head. He didn’t need any second invitation. A fist full of her hair was pulled, and he shoved his c**k in her mouth.

“I’m going to come,” he cried. Anna didn’t ease up. She wanted to feel him splash the back of her throat. Every sense had been awakened since last night, and she wanted to experience every touch and taste.

One final pull on her hair and she felt the splash of his seed as he roared out his release. She swallowed him down. Her pu**y was on fire for some attention. When he released his hold she licked her lips and smiled. Paul collapsed on the nearest piece of furniture, a funny look in his eye.

“Are you happy with your punishment?” she asked, his taste still on her tongue.

He nodded his head.

One down. One to go. David sat in the chair, his gaze on her and her alone. “Are you going to punish me, too?”

“You didn’t read that book. I know you didn’t. Otherwise you’d have come and got me.” She crawled on her hands and knees to him.

“I’ve been a good man,” he said.

When she reached his legs, Anna stood before him.

“What would you like?” she asked.

“You’re giving me the chance to pick what I want?”

“Yes.”

He got up off his chair and pulled her against his body. “Get on your knees,” he ordered.

Anna did as she was told, her arousal intensifying with every passing second. She didn’t know how long she’d last. David moved behind her, his hand going between her thighs.

“Spread them wider. I want to see all this cream,” he told her.

Opening her knees she positioned her body so she wouldn’t fall over and spoil the moment.

“You’re soaking wet. You loved sucking his cock, didn’t you?”

She moaned, not replying vocally to his question.

Whack!

Anna yelped as his hand slapped her ass. The contact was unexpected, but it felt so good.

Whack.

He hit her ass, again and again. She wanted to tell him to stop, but it felt so good. Her ass stung, but it didn’t hurt. The heat went straight to her pu**y.

“Yes. I love sucking his cock,” she said.

“Good girl. I want a taste.”