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The Server (Case of the missing panties) 
(mf, ff, ffM, toys, humour)

The following is a work of fiction consisting of adult concepts and 
possibly sex.  Do not read if you are not legally permitted.  I don't 
want the police on my front doorstep.  
You are welcome to read but please don't distribute without my 
permission.  Feel free to make any comments to the author.  
Send E-Mail to dalech33@hotmail.com

====================================================================== 
This is my entry in the ASSD Server Challenge.  It seemed like as good 
a place as any to bring back Tracy and Stacy, so here they are.  Oh, 
Clifford is there as well, just in case you missed him.

Thanks to Denny for the high speed proof.  I'm afraid I left this till 
the last minute, but at least it keeps him on his toes.

======================================================================

The Server 
(The Case Of The Missing Panties)

Tracy shivered slightly as Clifford ran his tongue delicately over her 
tummy.  She marvelled at just how far Cliff had come in his sexual 
prowess in the past couple of months.  Together with her sister, 
Stacy, she had introduced Clifford to the joys of teenage sex, and all 
on a dare.  Tracy had dared Stacy to get Cliff, who was then the 
school nerd, to cum by any means possible.  But once the girls had 
seen how big he was under his boxers they couldn't help themselves, 
they had fucked Clifford's brains out right there on the floor.  His 
size had more than made up for his lack of experience, but now his 
true talents were really coming to the fore.

To put it bluntly, Clifford had become a world-class fuck.

She looked down at her lover as his tongue reached her belly button.

"Oh my," said Clifford, "you got it pierced."

"Do you like it?" asked Tracy.

"I love it," replied Clifford and gave it a gentle kiss.

"Then you're gonna love what you see a bit lower," giggled Tracy.  She 
found herself giggling a lot around Clifford now.

Clifford moved down further and smiled as Tracy parted her thighs for 
him.  "Oh my God," he said.  He looked up at Tracy, a huge smile 
gracing his face.  "I can't believe you got it pierced.  Did it hurt?"

"A little," admitted Tracy.

"Want me to kiss it better?"  asked Clifford.

"Oh God yes."  She laid back and sighed as Clifford went to work on 
her new piercing.  She felt at peace, totally contented.  If she were 
a cat she would have purred.

***

An hour later the lovers lay together in bed, wrapped in each other's 
arms.  Clifford looked at Tracy and saw a puzzled look on her face.  
"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I don't know," she admitted, "I feel like there's something missing."

"Like what?"

Suddenly the bedroom door swung open and Stacy strode into the room.

"That," sighed Tracy.  She looked at her sister and saw that she was 
wearing what looked like a leather bondage outfit, made entirely out 
of thin leather straps.  But what really got her attention was the 
device attached to her sister's crotch.  "Is that what I think it is?"  
she asked.

"Yup," said Stacy, "it's a strap-on dildo.  And it's double ended too.  
That's why I'm waddling a bit."

"Oh," said Tracy, "I thought it was because your thighs were so big."

"Oh, ha ha," pouted Stacy.  "Actually I came in here to test it out."  
She smiled at Clifford.  "How about it Cliffy, wanna be my guinea 
pig?"

"Gee," said Clifford, "let me think about this.  No."

"Aww come on, Clifford, let me ride you like a cowgirl at the rodeo."  
Stacy grabbed the dildo and giddy-upped around the room, slapping her 
naked arse for emphasis.

"No, I don't think so, Stacy."  Clifford had no intention of letting 
Stacy stick anything in his body, much less a 10 inch long black 
dildo.

"Why don't you go play with our dog, Rex," suggested Tracy.  She found 
that watching Stacy striding around like that had made her very horny.  
The sooner she could get her sister out of the room, the sooner she 
could get down to some serious Clifford screwing.

"Hmm, there's an idea," said Stacy.  She turned to the doorway and 
whistled.  "Here Rex, here boy."  Rex, a black and white Border collie 
came into the room, wagging his tail.  "There's a good boy," said 
Stacy, bending to scratch him behind the ears.  "Now turn around so I 
can test this thing out."

There are some in this world that think that dogs are just dumb 
animals.  Rex however was anything but.  One look at the large black 
appendage and he knew exactly what he was in for.  He took off out the 
door yelping, his tail between his legs.

"Rex, dammit, get back in here!" yelled Stacy, taking off after the 
fleeing canine.  She tried to run but found it difficult with a dildo 
inserted inside her.

Clifford watched her go then turned to Tracy.  "You don't really think 
she'll use that on Rex, do you?"

"She would have to catch him first, and Rex is one fast dog."  Her 
hand drifted down to Clifford's limp dick.  "Oh my, this poor fella 
appears to have fallen over.  Did it hurt much?"

"A little," said Clifford, a smile starting to spread across his face.

"Want me to kiss it better?"

***

Clifford and Tracy held each other as they slept.  The twins' parents 
had gone away for the weekend, which meant Clifford got to stay 
overnight.  Tracy and Stacy's parents had no idea that their daughters 
were sexually active, or in Stacy's case, sexually over-active, so the 
girls had to be careful how they acted around them.  Tracy was sure 
that daddy would have a fit if he caught his innocent little girl 
sucking Clifford's cock.  So it was best not to worry their parents 
with little details like Clifford staying over and Stacy going out to 
a nightclub until the early hours of the morning.  So the young lovers 
slept, totally oblivious to the dark shadow that crept into their 
room.  The figure paused over the bed, watching the teenagers sleep, 
before moving to Tracy's dresser.  The sound of an opening drawer 
gently echoed through the darkened house, but it didn't wake the 
slumbering lovers.  The dark figure rummaged around before grabbing a 
handful of panties, which it stuffed into its coat pockets.  Then, as 
quiet as the grave, the shadow slipped out of the room.

***

Stacy was having the time of her life.  She had been at the Dance 
Inferno, a nightclub notorious for underage patrons, for close to five 
hours and had already gotten laid countless times.  The first had been 
that hunky guy on the door.  Stacy was a sucker for a tight T-shirt on 
a buff body, and this particular body had been more than willing to 
lead her into a nearby alley and take her up against the wall, after 
she had made sure that he cleaned the wall with his shirt.  After all, 
this was a $200 dress, she wasn't about to get it dirty.  Not this 
early in the night anyway.

After she had finally entered the club, with a very satisfied grin on 
her face, she made her way to the bar and ordered an orgasm.  The cute 
girl behind the bar was more than willing to comply, which meant 
Stacy's second fuck for the night and she hadn't even met her friends 
yet.  While she was waiting she decided to go to the bathroom.  
Unfortunately she accidentally went into the men's room and 
accidentally had sex with the four men that were in there at the time.  
An hour later, after cleaning herself up, she ventured back to the bar 
where she met her friends, Linda, Fiona, and Terra.

"Hey, girls," greeted Stacy, "I've had sex six times so far, anyone 
care to beat that?"

Her three friends were never ones to back away from a challenge, so 
what followed would go down as one of the greatest nightclub legends 
of all time.  The four girls tried valiantly to fuck every person in 
the nightclub.  Fiona and Terra gave it their all, but their 
reluctance to screw anyone over the age of 20 was a handicap they 
couldn't overcome.  In the end Stacy and Linda were locked together at 
an obscene amount of conquests.  They decided to call it a draw and go 
back to Stacy's place to celebrate.  When Stacy told Linda about her 
new "toy" her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Oh, we have to try that out.  Let's go," said Linda.

And with that the two friends linked arms and walked out of the club.  
Behind them lay a mass of naked, satisfied bodies.

***

Stacy bit her bottom lip in anticipation as Linda ran her tongue 
lightly over her naked body.  She watched as the redhead slowly 
circled one of her erect nipples and nearly squealed when Linda gently 
nipped it between her teeth.  Stacy laced her hands on Linda's head 
and urged her down on her breast, encouraging her to take as much as 
she could into her mouth.

Linda was an old hand at this sort of thing.  She had been screwing 
girls since she was fourteen and had gained a great deal of 
experience.  She sucked on the breast eagerly, bringing the blood to 
the surface of the skin.  Stacy was going to have one hell of a hickey 
by morning.  But that was the way Linda was, she made sure that each 
of her conquests had a mark on them somewhere.  It was sort of like a 
temporary branding, a very pleasurable one.  Stacy had come home one 
more than one occasion with one of these brands on her body.  Linda 
released her hold and started to make her way south, the tip of her 
tongue leaving a thin trail of moisture as she went.  She reached 
Stacy's soft downy pubic hair, a thin stripe of growth that Stacy kept 
well trimmed, and gave her another gentle nip.  This time Stacy did 
squeal, a short sharp noise that dissolved into soft giggles of 
delight.  Linda smiled up at her and made her way down to the promised 
land.  Stacy was already very wet so Linda set about cleaning up the 
excess by lapping it up with long, languid strokes.  She never broke 
eye contact with Stacy the entire time that she did this, not needing 
to see where she was going because she knew the terrain only too well.

"Are you enjoying this?" asked Linda.

"Oh God yes, please don't stop," pleaded Stacy.

"I wouldn't dream of it," said Linda as she went back to work.  She 
ran her tongue around the outer lips of Stacy's pussy, her touch 
feather light.  When she felt Stacy start to squirm under her touch 
she used her fingers to gently prise the lips apart.  She then ran her 
tongue along the inside in slowly decreasing circles, making sure to 
reach every delicate satin fold within.  When she had reached every 
nook and cranny she could find she placed her mouth over Stacy's puss 
and gently sucked while she probed her tongue deep within.  In no time 
at all Stacy's hips were bucking wildly as she orgasmed.  Linda kept 
up with the convulsions, trying to maintain the same pressure the 
entire time.  At last Stacy's body began to relax, settling back into 
her bed.

"Mmm, that was good," sighed Stacy, her face flushed with the 
exertion.

"Wait till I try the alphabet trick on you," said Linda, dropping her 
a wink.

"The alphabet trick?" asked Stacy.

"Yup, that's where I trace the letters of the alphabet on your 
clitoris using only the tip of my tongue.  Want to give it a try?"  
Linda didn't bother waiting for a reply, she already knew what the 
answer would be.

***

Clifford was woken by a pair of old stockings hitting him across the 
face.  It wasn't a totally unpleasant feeling, but the pair of jeans 
that followed them hit a lot harder.

"Hey," he said, "what's going on here?"  He pulled the jeans from his 
head and looked over at Tracy, who was kneeling in front of her 
dresser, flinging clothes everywhere.

"I can't find any panties.  I know I had at least a half dozen pairs 
in here but now they're all gone."  She sat down on the floor with a 
thump, a classic Stacy pout on her face.

"Why don't you wear the pair you had on yesterday?" offered Clifford.

"Because you tore them off with your teeth, remember?"  Tracy was 
pissed off by this turn of events.  All she wanted was to get dressed 
so she could go out with Clifford to have a nice lunch by the beach.  
She intended to wear her new summer dress for the occasion, but it was 
so short that the slightest gust of wind would reveal her predicament 
to everyone.  Suddenly her face lit up.  "Stacy!" she said.

***

Stacy was, at that moment, giving Linda a good seeing to with her new 
toy.  She had put on her bondage outfit, with optional double-ended 
dildo, and was giving it to Linda, doggy style.  Linda was also 
enjoying Stacy's new toy, so much so that she had bitten Stacy's 
pillow in half during one of her many orgasms.  Stacy paused for a 
moment as she climaxed, then started thrusting again.

"Oh God, Stacy," moaned Linda, "this is fantastic.  Why can't boys go 
for this long?"

"Because they're boys," replied Stacy.  "Only girls know how to really 
go all night."

They had indeed been going all night.  They had not even bothered to 
sleep yet and it was 8 o'clock in the morning.  Stacy had been trying 
to keep track of the amount of orgasms they had, but after they 
reached double figures she had lost count.

"Two more orgasms each," said Stacy, "then we swap places.  I've been 
dying to be on the receiving end of this big boy."

Suddenly the door swung open and Tracy stormed into the room.

"Where the hell are my panties?" she demanded, then stopped as she 
realised what was going on.  "Oh hi, Linda.  I see you're fucking my 
sister again."

"Hi, Tracy," responded Linda, "Still fucking vegetables are we?"

Just then Clifford stepped into the room to see what was going on.  
When he saw Linda his mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Linda?" he asked.  "What are you doing here?"

Linda was equally surprised.  "Me?  What are you doing here?"

"Do you two know each other?" enquired Tracy, a suspicious look on her 
face.

"Umm, Linda's my sister," said Clifford.  "Well half sister.  We share 
the same father.  Apparently our mothers went to a party and came home 
two days later pregnant to the same guy."

"So," said Stacy with a mischievous grin, "we could possibly get some 
very interesting action going here.  Sort of a double incest thing."

A deathly silence fell across the room as four minds thought of the 
possibilities.

"Where the fuck are my panties," demanded Tracy, breaking the silence.

"How the hell should I know?" asked Stacy.  "Where did you leave them 
last?  Did you check the boys' locker room?"

"I mean the panties that were sitting in my dresser drawer.  I just 
checked there and they're missing.  Have you been wearing them, 
Stacy?"  Tracy was quietly fuming with rage.  She was sick of Stacy 
continually borrowing her clothes.

"Why would I wear your tatty old things?" enquired Stacy.  "Look, if 
it means that much to you borrow some of mine."  She waved towards her 
wardrobe set into the far wall.

Tracy opened the wardrobe doors and started opening drawers.  "Where 
are they?" she asked.

"In there, second drawer from the top."

"All I can see are half a dozen vibrators and a pair of dented Ben-Wah 
balls."

"The drawer next to it," said Stacy, "and I'll thank you to leave my 
toys alone."

"They aren't here," said Tracy after rummaging through the drawer.

"Of course they are," said Stacy as she withdrew from Linda and got 
off the bed.  "I put some in there just yesterday."  She walked over 
to her sister and looked into the drawer.  "Well I'll be, they're 
gone."

"No shit, they're gone," said Tracy.  "What I want to know is, who 
took them."

"Well I'm sure if we all calm down," said Clifford, putting his arm 
around Tracy, "we'll be able to work out who took them.  They must of 
left some clues."

"Clues?  What clues," asked Stacy.

"Well what about those?" said Clifford, pointing to a set of muddy 
footprints leading out of the room.

"Oh," said Stacy, a little embarrassed, "those clues."

The foursome followed the footprints out of the bedroom, along the 
hallway, down the stairs, through the lounge, and into the kitchen.  
They led to the back door and stopped.

"Looks like they came in through here," said Clifford, pointing to the 
door.  He opened it and inspected the lock for any signs of forced 
entry.  "I hate to say this, but it looks like an inside job.  No sign 
of the lock being picked, so we'll have to assume they had a key."

"Maybe we should go inside before someone spies us," said Tracy.  That 
was when the other three realised that the only person wearing 
anything was Stacy, if you considered a skimpy leather bondage outfit 
with optional strap-on dildo, clothing.  But before the four friends 
could move a head popped up over the back fence.

"Hello there youngsters.  Bit underdressed for going outside aren't 
we?"  It was Mr. Shrimpkin, their neighbour.  "I hope your parents 
don't know about this sort of thing."

Stacy sighed as she said, "Would two o'clock be ok, Mr. Shrimpkin?"

"That would be fine, Stacy dear," replied the elderly man.  "Why don't 
you bring that outfit you have on too.  Mother would love to try it 
out."

"The things I have to do just to keep my spotless reputation," 
muttered Stacy as she closed the door behind her.  "Oh well, at least 
he's quick."

"Are you trying to tell me," said Tracy incredulously, "that you've 
fucked Mr. and Mrs. Shrimpkin before?"

"It's not my fault that my bedroom window can be seen from their 
living room," defended Stacy.

"Have you ever thought of closing the curtains," asked Tracy.

"But then they won't be able to see," said Stacy.

Tracy shook her head in disgust.  "We better get Rex, he can help us 
track the thief."  She whistled for their dog and pretty soon Rex came 
trotting into the kitchen.  He walked over to Tracy for a well-earned 
scratch behind the ears, and then looked over at Stacy.  As soon as he 
saw what she was wearing he tore off out of the kitchen, yelping as he 
ran.

"For God's sake, Stacy," said her twin, pointing to the large 
appendage attached to her crotch, "will you take that damn thing off?"

***

After the four friends had gotten dressed Tracy put Rex on a leash, 
after dragging him out from under her parents' bed, and they filed out 
the back door.

"Okay, Rex," said Tracy, leading him to a muddy footprint on the back 
step, "take a sniff."

Rex smelled the footprint then started sniffing the ground at the base 
of the steps.  Then, with his tail wagging, he led the teenagers 
around to the front of the house.

"Oh goody," exclaimed Stacy, clapping her hands together with glee, 
"Rex has got the scent.  Good boy."

The group followed Rex along the streets, pausing as their pet sniffed 
the occasional light pole, and once so Rex could have sex with the 
Poodle from number 56.  Stacy tapped her foot impatiently as Rex went 
about his business.

"If you're quite finished," she said, "we have a mystery to solve."  
Then she spied the gorgeous hunk that lived in number 58.  "Wait here, 
gang, I'll be right back."

"No way," said Tracy, grabbing her sister by the arm, "We're not going 
to sit around waiting while you chase every dick in the 
neighbourhood."  The twins moved off again, while Clifford and Linda 
trailed behind.

"So how long have you been screwing Tracy?" asked Linda.

"A couple of months," answered Clifford.  "How long have you been 
seeing Stacy?"

"Oh we've been screwing off and on for nearly a year now.  I was her 
first, you know."  Linda tried hard not to preen but it was virtually 
impossible.

"Her first ever?" asked Clifford.

"No, her first woman," answered Linda.  "Her first was some guy that 
she and her sister kidnapped.  Apparently he was the first for both of 
them."

"Really?" said Clifford.  "I'll have to ask Tracy to tell me about it 
one day."

"You should," said Linda, "it's quite an interesting tale.  Stacy told 
me all the gory details.  Oh look, they've stopped."

Tracy and Stacy had indeed stopped, outside a quaint little cottage 
with a well-tended garden.  Stacy was standing with her mouth open 
while Tracy glowered at Rex.

"You stupid dog," she said, "You brought us to the wrong house."

But Rex was insistent and strained at the lead, trying to go down the 
short path that led to the front door of the house.  Before Tracy 
could stop him, Rex slipped out of his collar and ran to cottage, 
barking as he went.

"Dammit Rex, get back here," yelled Tracy as she ran after him.

"Do you know this place?"  Linda asked Stacy.

"Yes," replied Stacy, "it's Grandpa's.  Rex must have brought us here 
by mistake."

Rex had reached the front door and was now scratching on the wood.  
Tracy tried to drag him back but he was too strong for her.  Stacy, 
Clifford and Linda rushed to her aid, and managed to get the collar 
back on Rex just as the front door opened.  An elderly gentleman with 
a thick mane of silver hair stood before them, dressed in an old robe.

"Why it's Tracy and Stacy, my darling little granddaughters.  How nice 
of you to come visit your old granddad."  He held out his arms to them 
and the teenage girls gave him a hug.

"We're sorry about disturbing you, Grandpa," said Tracy.  "I guess Rex 
wanted to come see you."

"That's ok," said Grandpa, bending down to pat Rex.  "I'm glad to see 
him too."

Just then Rex moved forward and grabbed some fabric that was poking 
from one of Grandpa's pockets with his teeth.  He pulled back and 
dragged a pair of silk panties loose.

"What the hell?  They're my panties," said an awestruck Tracy.  She 
took them from Rex and inspected them.  "They're all stained with 
something."  It only took a second to figure out what the stain was.

"Eeww!" she cried, flinging them aside.  "Grandpa, how could you?"

"I guess you better come in," said the elderly man, ushering them 
inside.

***

Four teenagers and one elderly man sat comfortably on Grandpa's 
ancient lounge suite, sipping homemade lemonade.  The only sound that 
could be heard in the quiet house was the ticking of an old clock in 
the hallway.

"Grandpa?" asked Tracy.

"Hmm?" replied the old man.

"The panties?"

"Oh yes, of course."  Grandpa put his glass down on a lace doily 
placed strategically on a small table beside his chair.  "I would just 
like to say that I don't do anything dirty or disgusting with them."

"Then what do you do with them Grandpa?" enquired Tracy.

"I wear them while I masturbate."

"Eeew," exclaimed Stacy.

"I think I'm gonna puke," said Linda.

Clifford took a big gulp of lemonade and waited for Tracy to explode.

"Grandpa," said Tracy, trying her best to remain calm, "why would you 
do such a thing?"

"Well," said the old man, settling back into his chair, "as you know, 
your Grandmother passed away seven years ago.  What you may not know 
is that before she died we had sex regularly."

"How regularly?" asked Tracy.

"At least six times a day," answered Grandpa.

"I am definitely gonna puke," said Linda.

"Your grandmother was very sexual," continued the old man, "we often 
had to get another man or woman in to help me satisfy her.  Why, I 
remember one time when we invited the local football team over so that 
they could..."

"Enough!" yelled Tracy.  "I do not want to hear about you and Grandma 
getting funky with a football team."

"How about the hockey team?"

"No!"

"The bowls club?"

"Oh dear Lord."

"What about the time we made our way through the Sunnyvale retirement 
village?"

"That's it!" said Tracy as she stood up.  She grabbed Clifford by the 
arm.  "Come on, we're leaving."

Clifford knew Tracy well enough to know that arguing at this point 
would be pointless.  He allowed himself to be pulled towards the door.

"I would like to thank you, Grandpa," said Tracy as she opened the 
front door, "for totally ruining sex for me.  I don't think I will be 
able to do it ever again."  She dragged Clifford outside and slammed 
the door behind her.

"So," said Grandpa, looking at Stacy and Linda, "how would you two 
feel about helping an old man to have some fun?"

***

Tracy's pledge of no more sex had lasted exactly five seconds after 
she got home.  Clifford had been walking through the living room in 
front of her when he suddenly discovered his pants were down around 
his ankles.  He turned to face Tracy, who had somehow managed to get 
completely naked in the time it had taken Clifford to turn around.

"If only she could get dressed this quickly," thought Clifford as 
Tracy leapt upon him, driving his body to the floor and his now hard 
dick deep into her pussy.  "I thought..."

"Shut up and fuck me," demanded Tracy.  She started to pound up and 
down on top of him to emphasise her point.

To say Clifford was a little surprised would be an understatement.  He 
knew that Tracy could be a little demanding in bed, but this was 
different.  This was animalistic.

"Fuck me, you bastard," cried Tracy as she reached down and grabbed 
Clifford's shoulders before rolling him over on top of her.  "Fuck me 
now!"

Clifford felt Tracy's legs wrap around his hips, squeezing him 
tightly.  He tried to thrust into her, but he found that no matter how 
fast and hard he did it she wasn't satisfied.

"Come on you fucking arsehole, drive that cock into my pussy.  Fuck me 
harder."  Tracy drove her fingernails into his back, drawing blood.

"Ow!" yelled Clifford.  He felt the pain in his back, the pressure 
around his hips, and his own rage began to build.  "You want me to 
fuck you, do you?" he asked.

"Yes, fuck me dammit," replied Tracy.

"Okay, you asked for it," responded Clifford.  He pulled back, 
breaking free of Tracy's grasp, and then grabbed her wrists.  Leaning 
forward again he pinned her hands to the floor beside her head.  He 
smiled down at her as he saw the look of surprise in her eyes.  "You 
want it do you?" he asked.  "Well here it comes."  He started to pound 
into her, the sounds of their bodies slapping together echoing around 
the room.

"Oh God yes," moaned Tracy.  She struggled under his onslaught, but 
not enough to stop him.  She felt her body react to his pounding and 
let out a scream as an incredible orgasm washed through her.

Clifford held on as she convulsed beneath him, then smiled as she 
started to relax.  "You finished?" he asked.

"No," replied Tracy, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Good," said Clifford, "because I'm gonna fuck you some more."  He 
started to pound away.

***

Tracy was just drifting off to sleep in her bed, wrapped in Clifford's 
arms, when the phone beside her bed rang.  "Gee," she thought, "I 
wonder who this could be?"  She reached over and picked up the phone.  
"Hello, Stacy," she said.

"How did you know it was me?" asked Stacy.

"Karma.  What do you want?"

"Umm, well... Could you come back to Grandpa's," she asked.

"Why?  What's wrong?" asked Tracy.  She suddenly had a very bad 
feeling.

"There's been a bit of an accident," replied Stacy.

"Oh God, what did you do?"

"Nothing, just come over.  And bring Cliffy."

***

"You call this nothing?" asked a shocked Tracy.  She had grabbed 
Clifford and gone straight over to Grandpa's place.  Now she was 
standing in the elderly man's bedroom with Stacy.

"Well, it's almost nothing," replied Stacy.

"He's dead," responded Tracy.

"You noticed huh?"

"And he's wearing a garter and stockings," pointed out Tracy.

"Well yes, but..."

"And full make up."

"There's no need to..."

"And he's lying on top of Linda."

"Yes, but..."

"He has his dick in her."

"I know, but..."

"You were fucking Grandpa!" yelled Tracy.

"Well," pouted Stacy, "if you're going to throw accusations like that 
around then I'm leaving."  She started for the door.

"Don't you fucking dare," said Tracy.  She reached out and grabbed her 
sister by the hair, then dragged her back to the bed.  "You were 
fucking Grandpa and don't try to deny it."

"I don't know what you're talking about," replied Stacy.

"Then why are you wearing that ridiculous bondage outfit with the 
strap-on dildo?" asked Tracy.  She surmised that Stacy had worn the 
outfit under her clothes, but didn't want to think about where she had 
stashed the dildo.  "And why is it smothered in the same lubricant 
that's all over Grandpa's arse?"

"Coincidence?" offered Stacy.

"Coincidence?" asked a dumbfounded Tracy.  "Coincidence?  Why you 
little over-sexed, nymphomaniac, incestuous, tasteless..."

Clifford, who was also standing in the bedroom, but keeping well out 
of the firing line, moved over to the far side of the bed.  "Are you 
ok?" he asked Linda.

"You mean aside from having a corpse slowly stiffening on top of me?"  
asked Linda.

"Yeah, aside from that," smiled Clifford.

"Aside from that, and the fact that it's hard to breathe, yeah I'm 
fine," replied Linda.  "You want to help me out?"

"Sure," responded Clifford.  He took hold of Grandpa's shoulders and 
rolled him over so Linda could slide out.  He looked down at Grandpa's 
stiff dick.  "That's quite an erection for an old man," said Clifford.

"Yeah," replied Linda, "he took a heap of viagra before we did it."

"That would help, but still..." said Clifford, lost in thought.  He 
leaned over and put his ear against the old man's chest.  "That's 
interesting," he mumbled.  He picked up a compact from a pile of 
makeup lying on a bedside table, opened it then placed it above 
Grandpa's face.  He held it there for a few seconds, and then looked 
at it.  "Uh huh," he said before getting up and walking out of the 
room.

Linda followed him out to the living room where he picked up the 
phone.  "What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm calling for an ambulance," replied Clifford.

"What?  You mean he's not..."

"Nope, he's still alive.  I think he might have overdosed on viagra, 
but he'll be ok."  Clifford rang for an ambulance and gave them the 
address.  After he put down the phone he turned to Linda.  "You better 
get back in there and help Stacy to clean Grandpa up.  I don't think 
he would be too keen on being taken to hospital looking like that."

They went back into the bedroom to find Stacy and Tracy rolling around 
on the floor, fighting.

"Whore!"

"Bitch!"

"Slut!"

"Cow!"

"Or we could do it ourselves," sighed Clifford.

***

"So he's going to be ok?" asked Linda.

"Yup," replied Stacy.  "The doctor said he'll be back to his old self 
in a week or so."

Tracy, Stacy, Linda and Clifford where sitting in the Twins' living 
room.  It was Sunday, the day after Stacy and Linda almost fucked 
Grandpa Murdoch to death.

"All we have to do now is think up a suitable punishment for you and 
Linda," said Tracy to her twin sister.

"Why?" asked Stacy.  "Everything turned out ok."

"Oh yeah, everything's fine," replied Tracy.  "You only put Grandpa in 
hospital.  If it wasn't for Clifford he..." She was interrupted by the 
phone.  Tracy glared at Stacy then picked up the phone.  "Hello?"

"Hi, Tracy, it's Hecate here."

"Oh hi, Hecate," said Tracy.  "What's up?"

"It's about this story," replied the British sex symbol.  "It was 
supposed to be about a server of some kind."

"Oh yeah, that's right," said Tracy.  "But I think it's a bit late to 
bring a computer into it, and I hear you already did a tennis one with 
Katie McN and Anna Kournikova."

"This is true," said Hecate, "but I have another idea.  Now listen 
carefully."

Tracy listened to the British author's plan, a smile slowly growing on 
her lips.

***

"This is so unfair," complained Stacy.  She was dressed in her leather 
bondage outfit, without the strap-on, and polishing the coffee table 
in front of her.  "What about Linda?  She was in it too."

"Linda's busy cleaning the grout in the bathroom," replied Tracy.  She 
had her feet up and was sipping a glass of freshly made iced tea.  
"You better hurry up with that, you have to go fuck the Shrimpkins in 
half an hour."  Stacy had been unable to go next door yesterday 
because of the Grandpa incident, but the Shrimpkins had agreed to 
postpone till today.

Stacy mumbled curses under her breath and went back to polishing the 
table.

Tracy turned to Clifford who was sitting on the couch next to her.  
"Is there anything you want, dear?" she asked.

"Well now that you mention it," said Clifford, putting down his glass, 
"I could do with a blow job."

"You heard him, servant," said Tracy to Stacy.

"Bloody ASSD challenges," mumbled Stacy as she knelt down in front of 
Clifford.


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