IN THIS– CROSS-OVER Western arching 120 years, be prepared for a little humor and even satire, sex, romance and obnoxious attitudes. The setting is Clyde, a city of 27,600 servicing a hinterland of small productive farm units on the grassy and water restricted plains and large ranches rising into mountainous slopes. In pioneering days the Jefferson family arrived first followed shortly by the Elliot's. They cross-married but within this generation the two families divided because of 'the incident'. That centers on the very personable Miss Ellis Jefferson (33), illegitimate daughter of an Elliot, Ellis now a highly successful lawyer brings in man, Troy Gardiner, a graduate from her old university who has just returned from working in South Africa, to consolidate her property interests and manage them. Troy seduces his PA within a few hours of meeting her – or was it the other way round? That evening his landlady's daughter arrives to cook his meal and wants to release sexual tension. It all seems too good to last, and it won't.nn*nnOlivia the daughter of Troy Gardiner's landlady raised her arms and wheedled, "Come on Troy – come into my arms and hug and kiss me and then lick me into orgasm."nn"That's adultery and you're a married woman."nn"No, that's only playing around – if you shaft me that's adultery."nn"Words Olivia, you're kidding yourself."nnShe pouted and showed her tuft of red hair which interested Troy. Well, it was up to her if she wanted to obscure the truth; why talk her out of it after failing in the first attempt? He licked his lips and moved into her arms, smelling her arousal.nnShe's a dangerous bitch, he thought, her teeth nipping both lips, tongue and ears and was now unbuttoning his shirt presumably to nip his nipples. Her chest was about as flat as his so she decided to give that area a miss.nn"My pussy, my pussy," she urged. So he muffed dived and her head shot back onto the kitchen cupboards with quite a thump but she seemed oblivious to that. His tongue slipped over a soft haired vulva and into rather a lovely well-juiced pussy and his roving tongue went into deep exploration while one of his fingers circled her clit.

Eileen Craven is a typical suburban housewife with all the problems of looking after a home, taking care of the children, washing, ironing and no time whatsoever for herself.nnEileen's husband, Duncan, is a wonderful husband and they and the children are very happy.nnLouise, the first born is 10 and Melanie only 7, both are at school which at least allows Eileen some space for herself these days.nnNevertheless, there are many days when she feels absolutely stressed out and could do desperately to "chill out" as she would puts it. The chances to actually chill out are few and far between.nnThe love life between Eileen and Duncan was . well OK. They had sex fairly regular but seemed to have lost something along away, they knew each other well and Eileen often thought that Duncan had lost the drive, especially the drive to be inventive, create surprises, be romantic.nnBetrayal never crossed her mind though, Duncan is a lovely man, and she loves him dearly and she has had 10 very happy years married to him.nnLike any one she has her fantasies, she knows an attractive man when she sees and she knew her type. He was tall, dark hair, clean cut, very fit. He would typically have brown eyes, long eyelashes, gleaming white teeth as he flashed a lovely smile. He would be cultured, nice personality, good sense of humour etc. etc.nnWell, that didn't describe Duncan, furthermore it didn't describe anyone she had ever seen. Eileen's dream man was an illusion.nnSpeaking to her sister Beverley as they compared the types they found attractive Eileen said, "I can see him in my mind's eye but I have never actually seen anyone that good."nn"You are definitely aiming high there gal" Beverley said laughing; "if he does exist he's probably a film star by now with a string of women on his arm."nn"Well even if I did see him I wouldn't be tempted, Duncan's my man." Eileen said firmly, "Fantasies are one thing, but my man is the real thing.

This story is a complete work of fiction, and all character references have only coincidental similarity with any real person either living or dead. nnRemember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.nn********************nn”What a wonderful wife you’ll make someone.” Anna’s friend Lauren tossed the now empty banana skin into the kitchen bin.nn“Well if you can’t help a friend when she’s injured, when can you help them?” Anna replied. Lauren had hurt her right ankle in a fall recently and Anna had just completed the weekly shopping for her.nn“You’re an absolute doll. Go and wash a couple of glasses and we’ll share a bottle of white.” nn“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all morning,” laughed Anna as she took two wine glasses and began to rinse them under the tap.nn“How’s the acting business Anna? I know you’ve had a bit of a struggle since leaving drama school.”nn“It’s tough Lauren. You know, the other day I was turned down for a part because they said that I looked uncomfortable with an on screen kiss, and therefore how could I be expected to do sexual nudity? I ask you, with my reputation!”nn“Ouch,” said Lauren in sympathy as she tugged at the loose long blond hair that tumbled around her lovely shoulders. “I bet you’re sick of it aren’t you?”nn“No, something will turn up soon. In the meantime I’d better go and practice my sexual technique. At least it’s better than having to brush up on trigonometry!

This story and all the characters in it are completely fictional. If the idea of sexual intimacy between a brother and sister bothers you, I would ask that you read no further. That having been said, this was extremely fun to write. For those of you who enjoyed the first story, I'd like to say thanks for the feedback and this one's for you. I hope you enjoy it even more than the first.nn*********************************nnAs they lay there on the shower floor lovingly kissing one another, Aaron's hands started to explore Catherine's body more completely. To Aaron there had never been anything to compare with the feel of a woman's body, and his sister's was no exception. He wanted to feel every part of her, and he did. He started by tracing circles with his fingertips around her stomach and through the seam between her beautiful luscious breasts. Then his hands flattened and traced over the top of her breasts and down to the sides of her stomach. He shifted his position to lie on top of her. His penis, beginning to harden once more, rested on her stomach, and his hands traced their way over the sides of her buttocks and down her wonderful thighs. nnAll the while his lips had moved down to the left side of her neck. They kissed and sucked in the flesh they found there, and then traced their way to the other side of her neck and up her cheek to her ear. He kissed it and blew in it, then licked the inside of it with his tongue. She reacted to all this with a series of low moans, which he exalted in drawing out of her. If there was no feel greater than that of a woman's skin, there was certainly no sound in existence greater than that of a woman's moans.nnDragging his lips over her cheek once more, he kissed and sucked in the bottom of her chin, then worked his way up to tease her lower lip with a kiss. His hands worked their way back up to her wonderfully soft and smooth breasts. He cupped them and massaged them softly, but steered clear of playing with her nipples for the moment.