Click on image to enlarge.

	Regular				Club
You Pay:	$7.99				$6.79

eBook Category: Erotica/Science Fiction
eBook Description: From Darrell Bain and Jeanine Berry, the authors of the worldwide best-selling cult classic, The Sex Gates, comes an erotic tale of forbidden love. In the Sex Gates universe, changing your sex and becoming young and perfectly healthy again is as simple as stepping through a gate. A Family Affair explores the unexpected love affairs that could only occur in a near-future world where instant sex changes are turning social mores upside down. How would you cope if a family member changed sex, or if your best female friend suddenly became a handsome male? Step into the Sex Gates universe and discover that you may not know yourself nearly as well as you think you do!

eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, Published: www.extasybooks.com, 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Darrell Bain's and Jeanine Berry's Sex Gates Series

60 Reader Ratings: Great Good OK Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.1 MB], eReader (PDB) [234 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [226 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [199 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [239 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [239 KB], hiebook (KML) [557 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [285 KB], iSilo (PDB) [186 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [231 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [297 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [289 KB]
Words: 71987
Reading time: 205-287 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-55410-570-6

Carol Roberts leaned back against the pillows and stared up at the bedroom ceiling as Stephen positioned his muscular body between her legs. She ought to be more excited moments before having sex with a gorgeous hunk of a guy. Instead, leaden fingers of despair squeezed at her heart as she waited for him to enter her.

"Hey, baby, time to relieve a little tension." Stephen leaned forward so his face appeared above hers and flashed his set of perfect white teeth at her. His parents must have paid their orthodontist a fortune for those teeth. Perfect teeth, perfect body. He spent an hour a day at the gym and it showed in the firm, sculpted lines of his physique.

Carol scanned his handsome face, framed by sun-bleached hair, as he slipped inside her. His tanned skin glowed in the early morning light that poured through a skylight over the bed. She'd seen him naked often enough to know that he was completely tanned from the roots of his pale blonde hair to the tips of his toes--and most noticeably, nicely tanned on his cute little ass.

Great, I'm getting laid by a Greek god. How come I'm not feeling any excitement?

"Does that feel good?" he asked as he started to move.

Lord, she hated men who wanted a blow-by-blow report of how they were doing. What was she supposed to say? It feels okay? Okay was not a word men wanted to hear when they were making love to you.

Sure, Stephen was a considerate and gentle lover and sex with him was okay, but Carol was so sick of sex that was just 'okay' that she wanted to scream. She wanted passion, she wanted romance, she wanted thunder and lightning and an earthquake or two. Instead, this affair with Stephen had fizzled, the first excitement vanished. She was going through the motions, pretending a passion that wasn't there. And that summed up the real tragedy of her life--if a handsome, successful man like Stephen Michaels couldn't turn her on, who could? She feared something was truly wrong with her.

She held Stephen's muscular torso in a light embrace, feeling his weight on her and his hips moving as he began thrusting into her. Her fingers brushed over the rigid muscles of his back down to his narrow waist. Then she moved her hands up again, caressing his arms and broad shoulders. His skin was velvet smooth, the flesh underneath as hard as steel from his disciplined workouts. His handsome face wore a faraway look as he became lost in the pleasurable sensations of their lovemaking. His fierce grunts sounded strange coming from a man with the tousled, golden good looks of a film star.

Carol shifted her hips slightly to get more leverage and raised her legs, wrapping her thighs around his butt. That let him penetrate her at a deeper angle, and she hoped it would increase the intensity of her sensation. It did, just barely. Stephen grunted some more and began moving faster. Carol tightened her arms around him, trying to match her body's motion to the rhythm of his movements. He was thrusting hard; she should be soaring to the peak of passion and yet she felt detached, as if she were watching someone else make love.

Stephen bent his head to nuzzle her ear with his lips. His blonde hair brushed across her naked skin. Carol shut her eyes and tried to concentrate on the sensation of his tongue tickling at her earlobe. She struggled to awaken some spark of passion.

Unaccountably, an image popped into her mind. Another male bent over her, a shadowy, indistinct presence that nevertheless made her body tremble with desire. Passion stirred at last in her woman's core. She frowned and tried to bring the mental image into clearer focus. The man leaned closer and his warm breath brushed her skin. He was tall and good-looking in a rugged sort of way with clean-cut features and luxurious black hair. But the thing that set her on fire was the intense longing in his dark, poetic eyes, a longing that could only be satisfied in her arms.

This was the man she was made for, the one who would possess her body and soul and make her cry out with uncontrollable passion. Her breathing quickened and her eyes stared in the air over Stephen's shoulder as the image came to crystal sharpness in her mind. Her nipples hardened and she grew moist as she imagined his kisses, his caresses. Somehow, imagination worked where Stephen had failed. A coil of need wound tight in her middle, building toward an explosion. She concentrated on the image. She dug her fingers into Stephen's back as he climaxed, urging her body up against him, and managed a weak orgasm of her own moments before he quit moving. He collapsed on top of her, gasping out his release.

She sank back on the bed and sent a faint mental thank you toward the image. This man looked--

A sudden shock jolted her out of her fantasy. Why, he looked like her twin brother!

Her eyes snapped open, the pleasure snuffed out. Shame flamed on her cheeks as she realized where her mind had wandered. What the hell is wrong with me? That's perverted!

The instant of pleasure had turned sour. Carol scowled up at Stephen, who still sprawled over her. She resented the full weight of his body pressing down on her and crushing the breath from her body. He was a solid mass of immoveable male. She grabbed the front of his shoulders with both hands and pushed hard. "Let me breathe!" she gasped.

"Umm, sorry." Stephen sounded half asleep as he shifted position and rolled off. Carol sucked in a lungful of reviving air and felt beneath the bedside table for hand towels. She handed one to Stephen without looking at him, and used the other one to clean herself.

She didn't want to look at him, she realized. That was not a good sign. Stephen was good-looking enough to make her girlfriends giggle with envy at her latest catch.

My latest catch. She made a face at the ceiling. Stephen the big fish. She almost giggled. He looked like a fish flat on his back with his mouth half open, gulping in air. That's all men were to her--so many fish to be thrown back into the sea. In the excitement of courtship she always hoped this man would be the one who could touch her heart and set her free from the shell of ice that seemed to surround her emotions--but it never happened.

It wasn't that she didn't like Stephen, or any of the other men she'd dated over the years. She didn't accept just anyone as a date, and was even pickier about the few she'd taken to her bed. They'd all been great guys in one way or the other. They'd had fun on dates, for gosh sakes. She'd started to hope some of that fun could spill over into the bedroom.. And that made it worse. She could understand her inability to fall in love with any man if she'd always picked jerks. But that was far from the case.

Still, she had to face reality. There was no real excitement in living with Stephen as much as she'd hoped there would be. And the sex wasn't really that great. Just like all the other the times before when she had tried to give her heart to a man.

What was she going to do? Whenever she imagined love, only one face came into her mind--the one face that could never be there. The most frightening part was that it was getting harder to hide her feelings whenever she was with him. And she couldn't avoid seeing him. After all, he was her brother.

Sighing, she turned on her side, drawing her legs up into a fetal position. Her stomach churned with conflicting desires and the pounding in her temples told her another headache was on the way. If only she could talk this out with someone--but the someone she most wanted to talk about it with--the someone who had always been her best friend--was that same brother.

No, Dan would be horrified to discover the wicked, sensual thoughts that sometimes entered her mind. Horrified and repulsed. She pictured him recoiling in disgust, his well-loved face distorted by anger. Her heart sank down into her toes. He would want nothing more to do with her. She couldn't risk that.

Beside her, Stephen let out a contented sigh and brushed his hand down her arm. Her skin crawled at his touch. It was all she could do not to pull away. This was ridiculous! She felt as if she were betraying Dan by having sex with her boyfriend. She was mixed up. She had to get away from Stephen and get her head straight.

At least leaving Stephen would be no problem. She might be messed up when it came to sex, but she could support herself. She made a good living as a freelance fashion photographer. Besides that, she and Dan had both inherited money when their parents had died a year ago-first Mom, who'd succumbed to breast cancer after a horrible two-year battle, and then Dad, who had lost his will to live without his beloved wife. He'd died six months later of a heart attack.

After Dad's funeral, Dan had moved back into the family home in The Pinewoods Development, an upscale community north of Houston. It made as good a home base as any for her brother. He was frequently away, traveling around the globe in his job as a media consultant for Friends of the World, a disaster relief organization. Whenever catastrophe struck, he flew to the site with the team of doctors and helped the press inform the world about the financial help the victims needed. When he wasn't traveling, he developed brilliantly creative PR campaigns for Friends.

All that traveling had hampered his love life, though. He had recently split with his girlfriend and lived alone in their old home--or at least he probably had no permanent live-in girl friend yet.

Stephen turned back toward her, reaching over and covering her breast with his hand. "Want to go again?" he rumbled, his breath hot against the curve of her ear.

"No, I want to sleep." Carol pulled up the covers to hide her breasts. It was a lie if there ever was one. Stephen had woken her up for a morning quickie, but she was fully awake now, her mind busy brooding on her sexual problems.

"You're no fun."