Clifford sat up in bed feeling the warm body lying next to him. He looked down
at the shape in the near darkness.
Janet.
Christ, why did it have to be this way? He had loved Tracy, he still did. So
why was he in Janet's bed? Why did he have sex with her? Four times? Not one
of them was anything like the times he had been with Tracy, and yet...
He got out of bed and made his way to the window, padding in his bare feet across
the carpet. He slowly pulled open the curtains and looked out at the night.
From his first floor window he could see a dark figure across the road. As he
watched, the figure lit a cigarette, the flame from the lighter briefly illuminating
her face.
Tracy.
Clifford felt his blood run cold as Tracy reached inside her heavy coat and
slowly withdrew a knife. The light from the street lamp bounced off the wickedly-shaped
blade. She started to walk towards him, across the silent street, over the front
lawn, until she disappeared under the branches of a tree standing in front of
the window. Clifford craned his neck but couldn't see where she went.
And then she was there, standing right outside the window, the knife poised
to strike. She screamed and launched herself at him, smashing through the window
and sending slivers of glass into his naked body. He fell backwards and she
straddled him as he lay on the floor.
"Say goodbye to your dick, Clifford," she said and brought down the
knife.
Clifford sat bolt upright in bed, his body covered in sweat. Beside him lay
Janet, sleeping soundly. He took this as a sign that he didn't scream during
his nightmare. He considered going to the window to look out, but decided against
it.
"Are you okay, Raphael?" said Janet sleepily. She knew him as Raphael,
the Italian Stallion, from the party Clifford had attended with the twins and
Willy. She had screwed his brains out in the kitchen that night, something Clifford
had remembered when he went looking for a way to ease the pain. The pain of
losing Tracy.
"Si, whatever," he replied, not really wanting to bother with small
talk right now. Clifford was relieved to hear her breathing deepen and develop
into a light snoring. He looked again at the window and decided to go back to
sleep, or at least try to. He lay back in bed and surprised himself by drifting
off.
Outside, a lone figure stood watching the window, a cigarette clasped between
clenched teeth. It dropped the cigarette on the footpath and stomped on it.
"Clifford," it said, with a voice full of hate and pain.
***
"Come on, cheer up, sis. There's plenty of other fish in the sea."
Stacy put her arm around her sister, Tracy, and gave her a squeeze. "You
just have to catch one, and believe me, you have the right bait."
"I don't want fish, I want Clifford," pouted Tracy in Stacy-like fashion.
"Maybe I should just swear off men altogether."
"Well I wouldn't go that far," said Stacy, "but it never hurts
to broaden your horizons. I happen to know a girl who is right up your alley."
"I don't know how to have sex with a girl, Stacy. Maybe I should just be
a virgin." Tracy collapsed on her bed and curled up into a ball.
"I think it's a bit late to be a virgin, hon. As for not knowing how to
pleasure a woman, well it's actually quite easy. After all, you're a woman yourself,
you know what feels good." She looked down at her despondent sister. "I
can help if you want."
Tracy looked up at her sibling. "You? How?"
Stacy just smiled and began to undress. In no time at all she was completely
naked. She bent down and removed Tracy's bunny slippers from her sister's feet.
"Come on, let's get you naked. It will make it easier."
"I don't know about this, Stacy. We're sisters after all. Isn't this kind
of illegal?" She didn't resist as Stacy pulled down her pyjama pants, quickly
followed by her sensible cotton panties.
"That's cousins," replied Stacy, pulling Tracy's top off over her
head. "There, all naked. Are you comfy?" "I guess," replied
Tracy, looking at her hands that just sat in her lap. "I don't think I'll
like this very much."
"You didn't seem to mind it when I went down on you in front of Coach Baxter,"
said Stacy as she sat on the bed. She bent down and started to kiss Tracy's
breasts. She was pleased to see her sibling's nipples harden under her ministrations,
and gently teased them with her teeth.
"I just did that for you," said Tracy, trying vainly not to sigh with
pleasure. "I didn't get anything out of it."
"Oh you didn't, huh?" said Stacy looking up at her sister. "What
about the two orgasms you had?"
"I
3;umm
3;" There was no real answer to that. Instead she just
smiled at her sister. "Okay, show me."
Stacy gently pushed her back so that Tracy was lying on the bed. She started
to kiss her sister's breasts again, making them shiny with moisture. "I'll
show you what to do." Kiss. "Then you," kiss, "can do it,"
kiss, "to me." She made her way down over her sister's belly, trailing
kisses as she went. She was secretly pleased to feel Tracy wriggle in anticipation.
Stacy positioned herself between Tracy's legs and began to gently run the tip
of her tongue over the swollen lips of her sibling's pussy.
Tracy clamped her thighs around Stacy's head and moaned. She felt her sister's
tongue start to lap faster and faster and her head began to wiggle and shake
between her legs. As Tracy began to orgasm she noticed that Stacy's whole body
was shaking as well, and assumed that she was also cumming. At last her climax
subsided and she released her grip on Stacy's head.
Stacy rolled away from her sister, gasping for breath. Her face had turned an
interesting shade of blue. "My God," she wheezed, "You nearly
killed me. I couldn't breathe in there." She looked up at her sister to
see that familiar flush on her face and breasts. "There, that wasn't so
bad now was it?"
"I must admit, I really enjoyed it. Thanks, Stacy."
"No need to thank me," said Stacy, lying down on the bed and spreading
her legs. "Just do me."
"Nope," said Tracy getting off the bed and getting dressed.
"Why the hell not? I did it for you, you have to do it for me," pouted
Stacy.
"No I won't, because I have a better idea." Tracy finished dressing
and looked at her sister.
"What idea?" asked Stacy.
"Revenge."
***
Clifford was nervous. Janet had declared that he was her new boyfriend and this
Friday she was going to show him off to everyone by throwing a party. Clifford
was amazed that she hadn't worked out that he was not Raphael, the Italian Stallion,
but Clifford, the class nerd. He missed Tracy, she would have seen through this
charade almost instantly. Hell, even Stacy was smarter than Janet. He was presently
in bed, waiting for Janet to come back from the bathroom. He was sure the only
reason she kept him around was because of his dick. At nine inches he was bigger
than average, and Janet could not get enough of him. It felt like every few
minutes she was jamming his cock into her body and riding him like a renegade
cowgirl off to the rodeo. He felt like a piece of meat to her, only good for
one thing.
Clifford felt like a walking talking dildo.
He came to an important decision as he sat in bed waiting for Janet to return.
He was leaving. He could go back to being the class nerd. It might mean he would
never get laid again, but he thought it had to be better than this. Maybe one
day he could get Tracy back. He looked up as Janet came back into the room wearing
a black lace teddy and carrying a small tube of KY.
"Raphael, I've decided I want you to be my first," she said, showing
him the tube.
"C'est?" asked Clifford. He had long since run out of Italian phrases
and was just winging it now.
"I said," she pronounced as she bent over, showing him her cleavage,
"I want you to be my first. I want you to fuck me in the arse, Raphael."
She waggled the tube in front of him. "Want me to lube you up?"
Clifford decided to postpone his plans for leaving.
***
Stacy was in bed, and she wasn't alone. She was, however, having the time of
her life.
"Oh yes, lick my pussy. Oh God, that feels so good."
Suddenly the bedroom door burst open and Tracy rushed into the room.
"Stacy, guess what. Janet's throwing a party on Friday and Cliff is going
to be there. Now I have a plan that
3;" Her words were cut off as she
realised that Stacy had company. "Oh hi
3;er
3;umm
3;Willy."
The last time Tracy had seen Willy was when he was in the pool shed screwing
Janet. "It's nice to
3;umm
3;see you again."
"Hi," responded Willy, coming up for air.
"Oh Tracy, you should try him," gushed Stacy. "I have never met
anyone who could lick like him. All I had to do was spread a little dab of peanut
butter
3;"
"No! Don't tell me," demanded Tracy, "I don't want to hear it."
She grabbed Stacy by the arm and dragged her out of bed. "Come with me,
we have to talk."
"But I'm not finished yet," protested Stacy as she skidded from the
room, buck naked and dripping peanut butter.
Tracy grabbed a towel and thrust it at her sister. "Here, wipe yourself
clean. Now we have got to go to that party."
"Okay, it sounds like fun. I might even get laid. Scratch that, I will
get laid, a lot." She smiled at the thought of all that sex.
"No, there will be no sex, not until I get what I want." Tracy paced
up and down in front of her sister.
"And what exactly is it that you want?" asked Stacy.
"I want Clifford. And I want Janet to suffer for taking him away from me."
"But didn't Clifford leave on his own? After you told him to leave?"
"I'm not interested in the facts, thank you very much. I just want revenge,"
said Tracy, the rage evident in her eyes.
"Oh, well, that's different," said Stacy, her eyes lighting up."
Count me in. What's the plan?"
"I don't know," cried Tracy, collapsing on the lounge. "I can't
think straight without Clifford here. It's not fair. Why did he have to make
me fall in love with him?" Stacy was concerned. This was not the usual
sure-minded sister she had grown up with. Tracy had never been at a loss for
a plan. She had even planned out the time the Twins had lost their virginity
(to be told in a later story). Stacy sighed as she remembered that day, the
incredible sex the two young girls engaged in. She sat down on the lounge and
let her hands roam over her body as her mind travelled back to that day.
"Stacy? Are you listening to me?" Tracy waved her hand in front of
her sister's face, trying to attract her attention. "Are you going to help
me devise a plan, or would you prefer to sit there and diddle yourself?"
"Can't we do both?" asked her sister, a mischievous smile on her face.
"God, you're impossible." She took her sister by the hand and looked
her in the eye. "I really need your help, Stacy. I need to get Clifford
back."
"Ok, I'll do it," said Stacy, "for a price."
Tracy's shoulders slumped as she sighed. "How much?" she asked.
"I don't know yet. Let's just say you owe me, big time." She got up
from the couch and headed back to her bedroom.
"Where are you going?" asked Tracy. "We still have to devise
a plan."
"I'm going back to Willy. I do my best thinking when I'm getting laid."
"You must get a hell of a lot of thinking done then," muttered Tracy
to herself.
"What was that?" asked Stacy.
"I said you can't be serious. He must weigh 300 pounds," said Tracy,
gesturing to the bedroom.
"Sure he's fat," admitted Stacy, "but the boy can lick."
She flounced into the bedroom, turning to face her sister at the doorway. "You
coming?"
"I have to watch you two?" asked Tracy, flabbergasted.
"Well yeah. Someone has to take notes."
Tracy considered gouging out her own eyes as she walked forlornly into the bedroom.
***
Tracy had seen some gross looking things before, but watching Willy and Stacy
screw had to top everything. At first it wasn't too bad, as all Willy did was
go down on her sister. He must have been pretty damn good at it judging by the
way Stacy was going off. But then Willy wanted to get off himself, and seeing
as he had put so much effort into Stacy she felt obliged to let him go for it.
After about two minutes of lying beneath his monstrous weight Stacy suggested
they change positions. Actually Stacy had just waved pleadingly at Tracy, because
that was the only movement she was capable of, and Tracy had smacked Willy across
the back of the head a few times until he got the idea.
After Willy rolled over, Stacy attempted to climb on top. It took her a while
to find a foothold in the glutenous mass. When she finally got on top she considered
planting a flag, but decided instead to plant herself on Willy's dick. She tried
to get a motion going but it was like sex on a waterbed. Any motion she started
quickly escalated until she felt like an extra on the set of "Perfect Storm."
She had to stifle an urge to yell, "She's going down! Everyone into the
lifeboats!" Eventually, after a full five minutes of holding on for dear
life, Willy grunted and shot his load. Unfortunately for Stacy he also bucked
his hips, hard, and sent her flying from the bed. She wound up lying against
the wall upside down.
"Need a hand?" asked Tracy, offering her one.
"Thanks," replied Stacy, taking the offered hand and getting up. "Boy,
what a ride." She looked over to the bed and discovered that Willy had
passed out from the exertion. "Oh great, I killed him. Oh well, let's go
back to the living room. I think I have a plan for getting Clifford back."
***
"I can't believe this is your plan," lamented Tracy.
It was the night of the party at Janet's house and the streets were crammed
with hordes of drunken, horny teenagers. The bushes were full of naked bodies
doing whatever they could get away with in the cramped conditions. The neighbours
had known about the party since Tuesday and had developed a sudden urge to visit
out-of-town relatives, or out-of- town friends, or anyone, just as long as they
were way out of town. Janet's parties had developed a reputation and the police
had cordoned off the area for a six-block radius. Anyone over the age of twenty-one
left inside the blockade was considered to be suicidal and not worth rescuing.
The twins walked through the maddening crowds towards Janet's house. Stacy was
wearing her usual party gear consisting of short skirt, short top, long heels,
underwear optional. Tracy looked anything but typical. The plan devised by Stacy
required Tracy to wear something interesting, which turned out to be an extremely
tight black leather mini over a bright red g-string, white see-through blouse
with no bra, and thigh-high black leather boots with 5" heels that thrust
her arse out so far she could have been used as a bike rack.
"What's wrong with my plan?" asked Stacy. "You go inside, you
find Clifford, you fuck his brains out, then you leave with him. A plan so cunningly
simple it's bound to work."
"You're an idiot," said Tracy, shaking her head.
"I'm not the one in the see-through blouse and fuck-me boots," replied
Stacy.
"You're right. I'm an even bigger idiot." Tracy felt depressed. "I'll
never get him back dressed like this. If Clifford liked sluts he would have
been with you."
"Thanks," said Stacy, "I'll take that as a compliment."
"Of course you will," replied Tracy, feeling even more depressed.
She couldn't even insult her sister anymore. What was the point of going on?
The twins finally reached the front door and walked into what could only be
described as an orgy. Nine Inch Nails blasted out of the stereo as a sea of
bodies got to know each other in many interesting and varied ways. Stacy ducked
under a flying beer bottle and made her way to the kitchen, dragging her sister
behind her. Just as they reached the swinging doors a pair of ladies panties
flew out of the crowd and hit Stacy in the face. She pulled the offending garment
off her head, sniffed it, and hurled it back into the crowd.
"Tina!" she yelled. "You dropped something." She pulled
open the door and dragged her sister inside. The kitchen was a lot quieter than
the lounge room. You could almost hear the couple in the pantry having sex.
"This is never going to work," lamented Tracy. "We may as well
go home."
"No way," said Stacy. "We haven't found Cliffy yet. Not to mention
that I haven't gotten laid." She put her arm around her sister. "Buck
up, girl, we'll get him back."
Just then the kitchen door swung open, letting a fresh blast of NIN's "Starfuckers
Inc" sweep into the room, along with Janet and Clifford.
"Tracy," whispered Clifford as he stood transfixed just inside the
doorway.
"Clifford," whispered Tracy, staring at the man she had come for.
"Christ," whispered Stacy, looking at the two of them. "Do I
have to do everything around here?" She grabbed Janet by the arm, steering
her away from Clifford. "Oh my God, Janet, did you hear?"
"Hear what? Let go of my arm." Janet struggled in her grasp but Stacy
held on like tassles on a stripper's tits.
"Miguel the Moroccan, he's at the party."
"Who or what is a Miguel?" Janet had decided that Stacy was clinically
insane. She wondered if Daddy still kept a loaded gun in the pantry.
"Miguel the Moroccan is rumoured to be the biggest guy in school,"
confided Stacy.
"He plays basketball?" asked Janet.
"No, not like that," said Stacy holding her hand above her head. She
pointed to her crotch. "Like that. He's rumoured to be over twelve inches
long." She smiled inwardly as a lustful grin spread over Janet's face.
"Where? I wanna see. Oh. But what about Raphael?" She looked at her
new boyfriend who appeared to be just standing there, staring at that slut Tracy.
"Don't worry about him," said Stacy guiding Janet out the door. "He's
a big boy, he can look after himself." As she entered the lounge room with
Janet she back-heeled the door, causing it to swing violently inward and smacking
Clifford in the back. He fell forward, into the arms of Tracy.
"Umm, hi," he said.
"Hi," responded Tracy.
"I didn't expect to see you here tonight, what with you hating Janet's
guts and all."
"Yeah well, I thought I should get out a bit. Party and all that
3;
stuff."
"Oh. Partying is good, I guess."
"Yeah, I guess."
They stood there for a few minutes, just looking at each other.
***
"So which one is Miguel?" asked Janet.
"Oh he's... umm," Stacy looked around, trying to find a suitable candidate.
There was no Miguel, it was simply a ploy to get Janet away from Cliffy. She
spotted a likely suspect and pointed him out to Janet. "There he is, the
dark haired one in the corner. Come on, let's go." She dragged Janet over
to the victim. "Hi, Miguel, this is Janet and she wants to fuck you."
"What?" asked a somewhat confused person. It was the last thing he
said before Janet dragged him into a nearby closet.
Stacy closed the door behind the couple and leaned against it, making sure neither
of them escaped. After about ten minutes, when the noise inside had died down,
she opened it again to reveal an agitated Janet.
"Are you sure that was Miguel the Moroccan?" she asked Stacy.
"I think so," replied the innocent looking twin.
"He's only half the size you said he was."
"Oh."
"And he said his name was Jim." Janet looked visibly upset.
"Umm, I guess I made a mistake," said Stacy, looking around the room.
A well-muscled blonde lad walked by and she grabbed him by the wrist. "Here
he is, this is Miguel." She pushed the blonde and Janet back into the closet,
making sure Jim managed to get out of the way first. She slammed the door shut
and leaned against it. She grabbed a bottle of beer from a passing cooler and
popped it open on the corner of an expensive looking antique table.
"I hope Tracy appreciates what I'm going through," she said to herself
as she sipped her drink.
***
Tracy and Clifford were holding each other in the middle of the kitchen. Tracy
felt really good about herself for the first time in a week.
"Why did you leave me?" she asked as she rested her head on his chest.
"Because you told me to," replied Clifford stroking her hair.
"I did not," said an indignant Tracy as she pulled out of his grasp.
"I told you to go home and wait for me."
"Oh, well I guess it's all my fault then, "responded an angry Clifford.
"I guess it was hard to hear what you said properly, what with you fucking
Coach and all."
"I had to do that. It's not like I enjoyed fucking him." Tracy couldn't
believe how mad she was with Clifford.
"Oh I could see how much you hated it when you started thrashing about
as you came."
"You fucking bastard."
"Bitch!"
"Prick!"
"Slut!"
They stared lightning bolts at each other, panting with the excess adrenaline
coursing through their veins. Then they grabbed each other, kissing passionately
as they started to tear their clothes off.
***
Stacy was starting to get worried. So far she had sent fifteen boys into the
closet with Janet, and not one of them had turned out to be anything like Miguel
the Moroccan. There was a fairly good chance that Janet would end up screwing
every guy at the party. Even worse, there was a chance that Stacy wouldn't get
to screw anyone. She felt the door behind her open and another worn out teenage
boy staggered naked from the closet to collapse on the couch. Janet poked her
head around the door.
"I'm beginning to think there is no Miguel the Moroccan," she said
with just the slightest hint of exasperation.
"Of course there is, Janet. And here he is." Stacy grabbed a hapless
passer-by and threw him into the closet, closing the door behind him. "Just
what the hell are Tracy and Cliffy doing in there," she thought to herself,
looking at the closed kitchen door.
"Excuse me," came a voice from behind her.
"Yes," said Stacy, turning to find a somewhat nerdish boy standing
before her. She wondered how he had managed to get into the party without being
set upon by a marauding herd of jocks.
"Someone said that there was girl around here having sex with every guy
she could." He pushed his thick-rimmed glasses up his pimply nose.
Stacy stared at him, an idea slowly forming in her mind.
"You're right," she said, placing an arm gingerly around his shoulders.
"But these things don't come for free you know."
"Really?" asked the nerd.
"Really."
***
Tracy and Clifford were tearing the kitchen apart. Their near-naked bodies -
Tracy still had her boots on as they would have taken precious screwing time
to get off - were rolling and writhing all over the floor. Tracy had her legs
wrapped tightly around Clifford's hips and was digging her heels into his butt,
urging him to thrust harder and harder. Clifford picked Tracy up and placed
her on the kitchen table, after sweeping a couple of plates of party snacks
onto the floor, allowing her to lie back as he humped her. She arched her back
and shouted encouragement to him.
"Yes, Clifford, fuck me, fuck me hard. Oh God I want to cum, make me cum,
Clifford."
Clifford was not about to disobey a direct order, especially one like that.
He doubled his speed, grabbing Tracy by the hips and driving himself into her
again and again, his feet scrambling for a grip on the messy floor. After a
while he gave up trying to get leverage and climbed up onto the table with Tracy,
kneeling between her legs. He lifted her arse off the tabletop and started pumping
again, making the table rock beneath them. Clifford thought for a second that
the furniture might not be up to it, but quickly pushed it out of his mind.
All he cared about was being with Tracy.
***
Stacy was making a small fortune. She was charging $50 for five minutes in the
closet with Janet and had already made $500. She was worried about not making
enough money before Tracy and Clifford made up, but she discovered she could
throw three guys at a time in with Janet and all three would come out satisfied.
She wasn't sure how they could see where they were putting what, considering
how dark it was in there, but she just had to look at the wad of cash to dismiss
any worries. As she was counting her money for the fifteenth time she thought
she heard a crash come from the kitchen. Stacy smiled quietly to herself.
"Excuse me
3;"
"Take a number and I'll be right with you," said Stacy, pointing to
a ticket vending machine she had found in the corner of the lounge room, next
to a stop sign and a goat.
An hour later Stacy decided it was time to see what was happening in the kitchen.
She had made a thousand bucks and had just about run out of desperate nerds,
even the ones that had come back for seconds and thirds. She tried to push open
the kitchen door but something was blocking it. Putting her shoulder to it she
gave it everything she had, pushing so hard that the tendons in her neck stood
out like wire cables. After five minutes of fruitless effort she decided to
change tactics and pulled it open instead. What she saw looked like Beirut on
a bad day. Cupboard doors hung open, their contents spilled everywhere, pots
and pans dotted the floor, and broken plates and glasses lay everywhere. The
place was a scene of mass destruction.
"Tracy? Clifford? Are you two alright?" she asked tentatively, looking
around for some sign of life. A creaking sound drew her attention to the far
side of the room where the refrigerator door was slowly opening. She could see
the pair inside, still coupled and panting like greyhounds that had just done
a few quick laps around Ayers Rock. They were covered in food they had obviously
tried eating from each other.
"I take it you two have made up," said Stacy, picking her way through
the mess.
"Yeah, I guess we have," said Tracy. "Haven't we, Clifford?"
Clifford just nodded. He hadn't managed to regain his breath yet.
"Could you get our clothes please, Stacy?" asked Tracy, pointing to
a bundle of clothing hanging from one of the open cupboard doors.
Stacy grabbed the articles and handed them to the pair before standing back
to let them exit the refrigerator. "So I guess this means we can go home
now?"
"Not yet, I still have to get even with Janet. I intend to get her screwed
by every pimply, sweaty, disgusting nerd I can find." She turned to her
sister. "Stacy? Why are you laughing?"
***
The trio slowly made their way down the front stairs of Janet's house. Tracy
and Clifford were together again, Stacy had made a small fortune selling Janet's
body to the school nerds, and the three were the happiest they had been for
nearly a week. The scene outside had calmed down a bit from when they had arrived.
Several dozen bodies lay passed out on the footpath and one girl was wandering
around naked calling for someone named Jeff.
"Stacy! Wait up."
The three friends turned to see Janet running down the street after them.
"What is it?" asked Stacy, hiding the money she had made that night
behind her back.
"I just wanted to thank you for Miguel the Moroccan. He was incredible.
I've never had such a big cock." She kissed Stacy on the cheek before turning
back to rejoin the party.
"There really is a Miguel?" Stacy started back towards the party.
Tracy looked at Clifford. "Grab her," she said. The pair grabbed Stacy
by the arms and started to drag her away.
"No, wait. I have to find Miguel. Let me go. Let me goooooooo!"
