Sexual Meltdown 1
Her Arizona Cowboy Brothers
Arizona cowboy brothers, Kyle, Jake, and Ben Dexter, are the last of their kind. They need a Sybar woman in order to continue their line.
Twenty-four year old, down on her luck Lizzie Miles is that woman. She applies for the position of housekeeper, unaware that the three brothers have arranged the whole event, using their special powers of illusion, fantasy and mind melding.
It soon becomes apparent that all three brothers have unlimited sexual desire for English woman Lizzie, both individually, and as a ménage a quatre.
Will she be able resist the inevitable carnal advances of the cowboy brothers? And will she really want to?
Can the brothers tame the English firebrand, and lure her into their beds? Or will Lizzie see through the complex and ingenious illusion that they have created especially for her?
Sensuality Rating: SEXTREME
Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre/Science Fiction/Western/Cowboys
Length: 25,828 words
HER ARIZONA COWBOY BROTHERS
Sexual Meltdown 1
Sabrina Sinclair
MENAGE AMOUR
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HER ARIZONA COWBOY BROTHERS
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A Quote
“Let your mind start a journey thru a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be…Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar, and you’ll live as you’ve never lived before.”
Eric Fromm – Philosopher and Social Theorist
HER ARIZONA COWBOY BROTHERS
Sexual Meltdown 1
SABRINA SINCLAIR
Copyright © 2010
Prologue
In July 1908, the peasant people of Tunguska, a remote sparsely populated region of the former USSR, looked up into the night sky and observed a bright, fiery object.
A large explosion followed as a meteorite crashed to Earth in an uninhabited part of the vast Siberian wilderness.
Shortly afterwards, the simple people of Tunguska became aware of some strange changes to themselves. A few of their number seemed to be able to read each other’s thoughts and emotions. Some were able to turn their thoughts and dreams into an alternative version of reality, often characterized by sexual prowess, wealth, and luxury, something the poor people of Tunguska were not familiar with.
The people with these powers later became known as Sybars.
When a Sybar male found and then mated with the elusive Sybar female, children would be born, who were without exception, beautiful and intelligent. In adult life they had an appetite for sex that was far beyond that of ordinary people.
Later generations of these Sybars emigrated to Europe and the United States.
Although extremely rare, the Sybar people have integrated themselves into positions of power within mainstream society, and they can often be found in government, oil exploration, big business and the financial sector.
The general population are mostly unaware of the existence of Sybars, though, there have been rumors of people with strange powers from the East, for many centuries…
Chapter One
As Elizabeth Miles boarded the Greyhound, she felt the familiar emotions of both fear and excitement—the very same emotions she had experienced when she boarded the flight from London Heathrow airport, on her way to California some two years earlier.
Silently, she congratulated herself. Not many young women would have been brave enough to make such a life-altering trip on their own. In fact, how many women of any age, for that matter, would move half way across the world?
She started to relax and enjoy her surroundings as the bus drove through the suburbs and then out onto the arrow-straight, sparsely populated roads that would take her to Bronson County, Arizona.
The morning sun beat down on her face, and she closed her eyes, relaxing to the gentle, reassuring beat of the bus engine. Two small children giggled with excitement in the seat behind hers. She’d rest for just a few minutes to catch up on the lost sleep of last night. She just hoped this job interview would all be worth it.
Elizabeth had not always been this anxious. Leaving England just two years ago at the age of twenty-two, she had been full of hope and ambition. Back then, she was alive. She really believed that she would crack America and become a star. She smiled to herself. Elizabeth Miles, the chat show host. Perhaps she would be the new Oprah Winfrey, or maybe Lizzie Miles, the new singing sensation from London. Surely, with her cut-glass English accent and pale English rose complexion, she would be irresistible to the American public?
However, there was fantasy, and then there was reality. Stretched limousines, designer clothes, and film premiers were the perfect fantasy, but sitting in a broken-d
own old chair, in a Californian one-roomed hovel, was sadly real life.
The reality of her American dream had been nothing more than a constant succession of dead-end jobs, which she could never stick at for more than a few months. Her worst experience had been working in a meat processing plant, followed by a stint as a gas station cashier.
For the last six months, she had worked as a checkout girl for a large supermarket chain. At least it was clean work, with regular hours, but as with all her other jobs, she was only paid minimum wage.
Californian rents were high, even for the inhuman accommodation where she lived. The small space she’d called home for the last two years took up nearly all her wages. And what for, second-hand furniture and threadbare carpets, and a battered pull-down bed? No, that had not been living, that was merely existing.
She brushed her long black hair back from her eyes. So many failed auditions for bit parts in soap operas, so many tryouts for commercials had all come to nothing…sweet nothing…fuck all.
With nearly all her money going to pay rent, she had entered a vicious circle—work to pay rent, work to pay rent, work to pay rent. It had been time to let go of the dream completely and join reality like everyone else.
With a growing acceptance that life wasn’t fair, she’d scanned the classified ads. The list had gone on and on, and then she’d spotted it.
Housekeeper required to help run small, friendly, ranch.
All accommodation and food included. Plus excellent salary.
Hard work, but very rewarding.
Contact Mr. Kyle Dexter.
The ad took up a whole page and must have cost a fortune to insert. At the time, she’d scratched her head, wondering just how she’d managed to miss it when she’d looked earlier in the day. It sounded good, and with all the accommodation and food included, plus an excellent salary, she’d have extra money for the first time since arriving in the United States
She needed this job, so she’d dressed to impress for the interview. After much mixing and matching, she came up with a very business-like blue trouser suit, combined with a pair of medium-height heels. The color of which exactly matched her eyes. She needed this job desperately.
The conversation for the interview had been surreal to say the least.
“Hi, Dexter Ranch,” a male voice had answered.
“Er, yes, hello. My name is Elizabeth Miles. I’m calling about the position of housekeeper, advertised in the newspaper. Is it still available?”
“Thank you for calling, ma’am. Yes, the position has not yet been filled.” His voice dripped with a sexy Southern drawl.
“Oh, that is good news. Where exactly are you?”
“We’re out in Bronson County, Arizona, ma’am. Where are you located?
“I’m in Long Beach, California.”
“In that case, we’ll be happy to reimburse any travel costs, Ms. Miles. No need for you to be out of pocket.” His voice was sexy and commanding.
“But, I—”
“Take the Greyhound, and I’ll pick you up from Brown Bear Depot. One arrives at noon tomorrow.”
“But, I–I’m just not sure. How will I recognize you? What do you look like?”
“Noon tomorrow it is, ma’am. I look forward to meeting you.”
Her cell phone had clicked dead as the call was disconnected.
Fuck, that call had been surreal. She still couldn’t believe it. Had she really arranged to meet a guy she didn’t know, who was going to take her to see some remote cattle ranch in Bronson County? Was she crazy, or what?
Then she remembered his voice. So fucking seductive and arousing. Almost without any effort he’d persuaded her to go. There was something about this guy.
As if by means of confirmation, she’d lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to one side. She’d pushed two fingers into her pussy and smiled. It was soaking wet. She’d known then that she was definitely going.
* * * *
Ben and his older brother, Kyle, sat drinking coffee, their booted feet on the kitchen table.
“What are you looking so pleased about, Kyle?” He’d been sitting there with a smug expression for the last ten minutes.
He stared at him for a moment. “Ain’t rightly sure I should tell you, little bro.”
Ben felt anger surge in his veins. “I’ve told you before. I ain’t no kid no more. So, stop calling me little bro.”
“And if I don’t, you’ll do what exactly?” Kyle stood abruptly.
“You’re a cunt, Kyle. Always have been.”
At twenty-one, Ben was sick and tired of still being treated like a kid by his older brother. He might be thirty, and six-foot-three, but he was just as tall and broad.
Kyle laughed. “Ah, you’re still just a baby. You don’t even know one end of a woman from another, little bro.” He emphasized the last two words, pissing Ben off even more in the process.
“All right, so maybe I’m still learning, Kyle, but give me a couple of years, and I’ll do more for a woman than you could ever dream of. Besides, that last woman you brought here was one real ugly mare. She didn’t respond the way I like a woman to. You know the type of women we need in order to thrive.”
The door burst open, and his other brother Jake strode in. “Are you two arguing again? I’m busting my hump trying to run the ranch, and you two part-time, fucking cowboys are at each other’s throats. What’s your problem this time, Ben?”
“Kyle needs to get us some Sybar pussy. I’ve just told him a regular woman don’t do it for me.”
“The kid’s right, Kyle. Time is running short. Us three are the last of the male line ’round these parts. And you can stop fucking smiling, Kyle, or I’ll bust your head right open like a ripe watermelon.”
“Oh, I’m smiling, boys, because I’ve got some good news. I think I’ve found us a Sybar woman. She’s coming for an interview, for the job of housekeeper. You boys think I’m yanking my dick all day long, but I put one of those special ads of mine in the local classifieds, and she replied.”
Jake poured himself a coffee. “You’re shittin’ us right, Kyle? You better be telling the truth. It ain’t fucking funny if you’re lying to us.”
“I’ve sorted it out for you two fucking assholes. She’s coming in on the noon Greyhound.”
Ben slapped his thigh in excitement, producing a large cloud of dust. He coughed. “I gotta hand it to you, Kyle. You’ve really come up with the goods.” He thought for a moment. “Are you sure she’s one of our kind?”
“I’m not entirely sure, little bro, but the adverts only visible to Sybar women, as far as I know, so it stands a good chance. It’s really hard to tell over the phone. I’ll know for sure when I see her in the flesh. One thing I do know for sure.”
“What’s that?”
“She’s English. I could tell by her accent.”
Ben danced around the room excitedly, all his adult life he’d been waiting for this one moment. “Goddamn, a Sybar woman, and an English one at that. We are sure gonna have some fun.”
Jake put is arm around Kyle. “You’re telling the truth ain’t you, Kyle?”
“Rely on it, Jake—noon today.” Kyle sat back in his seat, placed his booted feet on the table, a contented smile on his face. “You two boys are a pain in the fucking ass, but on this occasion, you’re right. All three of us need a woman, and not just any woman—we’ve had plenty of those—they’re fine as it goes, but they can only satisfy us sexually up to a point.
“No, we need that rarest of things, a Sybar woman, and hopefully one is on her way to us now.”
Ben knew that only a Sybar woman could relate fully on a sexual and emotional level with the three of them. Only a Sybar woman could produce offspring to continue the line.
Kyle’s Sybar powers of lust, illusion, and sexual persuasion had become fully functional on his twenty-fifth birthday. Something that Ben was intensely jealous of. Jake at twenty-four was just one month away from his initiation into Sybar manhoo
d.
‘Shraika’ was an incredibly painful process that debilitated the male. When Ben had been sixteen, he’d been acutely aware of Kyle’s initiation into Sybar manhood. His older brother had lain for days in a darkened room, as his brain had taken on the new powers. Powers that would make him able to mind meld with the adult Sybar female. Once the process of ‘Shraika’ was complete, he could instantly access the hopes, desires, and dreams of any potential mate, producing illusions for the mating process that would give the females incredible joy, wellbeing, and sexual fulfillment. These intense feelings could only be achieved with a Sybar male.
Ben likened it to a Peacock, revealing their beautiful plumage. The bigger the illusion, the less resistance the female would have.
Sybar women, on the other hand, did not come of age like the male of the species. They had receptors in their brain from birth, which allowed them to see the male Sybar mating rituals, though they could not produce such illusions themselves. The male Sybar of the species could open his mind to the female at will, allowing her to access his thoughts dreams and desires, too, but could just as easily deny that access. Whereas, the female Sybar had absolutely no control over any of the processes. Ben wondered if this was unfair, but since he had the better deal, he wouldn’t worry too much about it.
“Listen up, Kyle.” Jake spread his hands. “She’s not gonna be impressed with what we have to offer.”
They all looked at their surroundings. Without money, the ranch had gradually run down into what some would consider a hovel. Ben felt ashamed sometimes, but up until now they hadn’t really needed to impress anyone.
Kyle poured himself another coffee. “Yeah, I know. Pity Uncle Cody’s legacy ain’t come through yet, but that can’t be helped. I’m sure I can create a perfect illusion of domestic bliss for our lady friend. One that she will be satisfied with until we can replace it with the real thing.”
“Isn’t that deceitful?” Ben asked.
Kyle looked irritated, his brows drew together, and Ben wished he’d kept his mouth shut. “No, not if we intend to actually make good on our promise, Ben. As soon as the money comes through, we’ll build us something permanent. Besides, this way we can give her exactly what she wants.”
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