Chapter 8: The Quest for Clifford.

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... umm..." 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 wasn't 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 couldn't 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..." Her words were cut off as she realised that Stacy had company. "Oh hi... er... umm... Willy." The last time Tracy had seen Willy was when he was in the pool shed screwing Janet. "It's nice to... umm... 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..."

"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 neighbors 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.