’ He arranged for a quick test. A very odd expression was on his face when he came back. ‘I’m sorry, none of you are a match. We’ve contacted ...he Red Cross and we’re giving him plasma to hold him over. We’re doing all we can, don’t give up hope.’ My Dad jumped up, indignant. ‘That’s not possible, one of us has to be a match. We’re all related by blood. There has to be a mistake.’ I understood later the doctor was trying to be diplomatic. He suggested Dad come back to the office so they could go. I stumbled to my feet, half pulled up my trousers and underwear and staggered toward the stairs to see Helen, naked, looking up at me. By the reflected light from our open bedroom door I could see she had that triumphant smirk on her face. “Come on; for heaven’s sake, what have you been doing up there?” My open flies, the stains down the front of my trousers and the blobs of drying cum over my bare chest were answer enough. She turned on her heel and went into our bedroom and I dutifully. Just shoot him. I'll take my chances.”“You stupid bitch,” my evil twin laughed. “There are more, but you'll probably never find some of them. Well, YOU sure as fuck won't, Ms. Chief of Detectives Maria Rodriguez with the big tits and the tight cunt. You'll be as dead as they are.” Thrust.“Stop, Randy. Stop! Stop right now. No one else has to die,” I pleaded.“Sure they do. This cop cunt knows a little too much. She won't talk too well with her throat cut nice and deep from ear to ear,. I stood up on a tree stump next to the fence and looked over. Below me was Jennifer, my next door neighbour. She was a widower, her husband Dan having passed away about a year before we had moved in. “Oh Ricky, I hoped that was you I heard. I need some help, I’ve got a water leak in the kitchen, and cannot get a plumber out. Can you help me?”. “No worries, i'll be around in a second”.Lucky, I have done some plumbing before, so I hoped this wouldn’t be a big issue to sort so that I could get.