David gasped awake. Glancing at his clock he saw it was only two in the morning. Reaching for the water, he took a large gulp. His cock tented the blankets where it lay over his lap. The dream was poignant to him. He had the same dream over three years ago when he was going to ask Anna out. Paul had told him to leave her alone. His brother knew best, and at the time, he had given Anna space. In the time it took to give her space, Paul had pushed her over the edge, and she’d left.
Could it be possible to have a relationship with Anna? He wanted one. Loving her was part of him. Not something he had to learn. Lying down, he stared at the ceiling. Sleep was a long way off.
“I know your secret.” Anna took the book out of his hands and threw it across the room.
“What’s my secret?” he asked. She took his hands and placed them on her hips. She straddled his lap, her core pressing against his shaft.
“You’re scared of wanting me.” She leaned down and laid a kiss on his lips.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“You’re scared of how much you want me. David loves me, and it scares you with how easily you can give me your heart. I can give you everything, Paul.” He watched as she leaned back and removed her shirt. Her tits were naked for him to look.
“Don’t do this, Anna.” Closing his eyes, Paul begged for the nightmare to stop. He’d wake up, and Anna would be someone else’s woman. Who would want to belong to the Steer men?
“You’re scared of me hating you.”
With each word she spoke, Paul knew it was the truth.
“Paul, the oldest and most resilient brother, is afraid I’ll give him my love and then take it away.”
The dream changed. David stood behind Anna. “If you don’t learn to love her, she’ll disappear.”
The dream flashed, and Paul sat naked in a room. “You’re a bastard. The pair of you. How could I ever believe I loved you? You did nothing but use me. Use me.”
He watched as Anna flung items of clothing into a bag. She looked older, into her forties. She looked as if they’d broken her spirit. Her pale complexion was blotchy. She was too thin.
Paul didn’t do anything but sit and wait. Words failed him. Suddenly, an older version of himself stood in front of him. “Open your heart. If you don’t, you’ll lose her. Do you want this? To see her leave? She’s gone once because of you. What’s to say she wouldn’t do it again?”
Paul woke up. A cry echoed round the room. He was on the top floor, and he knew his brother and Anna wouldn’t hear him. His cries would go unheard at the top of the house.
Getting up from his bed he went to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face. He knew what his dream meant. If he wasn’t careful, he’d go on holding Anna at arms’ length. He would only give her a part of him, and in return he’d destroy the vibrant young woman inside her. Staring at his reflection, he refused to be the man who caused her world to turn upside down.
The following day, Anna awoke with a determination to get back on old footing with the brothers. Yes, time had passed since the last time she’s seen, them but that was no excuse for her to behave like a spoiled child.
Flinging the covers off her body she climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. After using the toilet, she washed her face, brushed her teeth before walking back into the bedroom. The pile of clothes on the desk awaited her. Groaning, she glanced at the clock. It was only seven in the morning. She had plenty of time to try the clothes on and take them into town. Dropping her nightgown on the bed, she began working on the pile of clothes. Some of her old stuff she couldn’t get past her knees, and other stuff like dresses and the odd shirt, fit better. She placed the items that still fit back in the drawer, and the others she placed on the bed.
She pulled on a pair of jeans, a shirt and some shoes, brushed her hair out and then gathered the items. She walked down stairs where she found Paul and David in the kitchen. Didn’t they sit anywhere else in the house?
“Morning,” she said. Her mind was racing as she wondered what they were thinking about. Her normal instinct was to sit down and wait for them to serve coffee, the way a guest would. But this was her house, and until they said otherwise, she’d go back to treating as if it still was her house.
“You’ve cheered up some,” David said. “What’s with the clothes?” She’d dumped them on the counter.
“Oh, those. I left them behind, and I tried them on this morning. Do you have a bag or something? I’m going to nip into town and give them to the second-hand store.” She poured her coffee and turned to assess the two men.