Sister Hyde

Copyright Oggbashan August 2019 (started September 2004)

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Simon had met Mary Gall at a product launch. They were representing potential customers. At first they started talking about the product. Neither of them was impressed by it.

As they talked they found that they shared a similar sense of humour. By the end of the afternoon's presentation Simon had asked Mary for a date. She agreed.

A month or so later they were frequent companions yet had not progressed to any real degree of intimacy. They had kissed and petted with clothes on. Simon had never been in Mary's house. She wouldn't consider going to his. Their petting took place in his car outside her house.

Mary had told Simon that she had a twin sister Dina who had problems. She hadn't been too explicit. Simon thought that Dina's problem was that she drank too much. Mary never drank alcohol. When Simon asked why she had told him that she was afraid of turning into Dina. She said that alcohol was the only thing that separated them. They looked and behaved identically until Dina took a drink. Then they were very different.

This mystery twin sister intrigued Simon. He liked Mary. He wanted to go further with Mary than she was willing to let him but he was prepared to wait for her.

One evening they were going to a public firework display on November 5th. Simon had arranged to collect Mary at seven. They would drive to the display that would last about an hour and then he would drive her back home. Simon hoped for an extended petting session in the car because they would be back early.

When he arrived at the house Mary was waiting outside muffled up in a hooded anorak and loose tracksuit trousers. She climbed into the car quickly.

"Why were you waiting outside?" Simon asked idly.

"Dina has a headache and is in bed. I didn't want to disturb her. She's going out later with friends. I hope she will be able to."

Simon's imagination started working. If Dina were going out then their house would be empty when he brought Mary back. She had said, "I hope". Did that mean that she too wanted the house empty?

At the firework display Mary snuggled close to him. Her hands slipped inside his coat and wandered over his chest but never below his waist. They kissed many times in the darkness. She seemed more passionate in her kissing.

As he drove back to Mary's house she leant on his shoulder and her hand stroked the back of his neck. When he stopped the car in the drive Mary kissed him hard.

"Wait here," she ordered. "I'll check if Dina has gone out."

She was out of the car and into the house before Simon realised what she intended. She didn't put the hall light on. Half a minute later he saw her beckoning to him from the front step. She had shed her anorak to show a loose sweatshirt. Her breasts were much larger than Simon had imagined.

Simon shut the car door. Mary had a finger to her lips motioning him to be quiet. As he reached her, she took his hand and pulled him into the dark hall. She closed the door quietly and helped him shed his coat.

"Dina's out but I don't want the neighbours to know you are here. They might tell her which would cause a row. Stay here while I shut the curtains in the living room."

Mary's hand slid out of his. He heard her open a door and close it. He could just about see the outlines of the hall and Mary's shape when she returned. Her hand pulled him into the living room. There was one very dim table lamp.

Simon began to get excited. Surely Mary was intending more than the mild petting? She pulled him to the settee. Her lips found his and kissed him ferociously. He reached for her but she withdrew suddenly.

"Simon! I want us to be careful. I'm very nervous about this. I don't want you to go too far. Especially with your hands. How can I defend myself if you get too excited?"

Simon wanted to protest that he wouldn't go too far but he didn't. He wanted to go as far as she would let him and beyond. He pecked her on the cheek.

"I know! Dina has just the thing. Stay there. While I'm gone, please strip down to your waist for me. I want to run my hands over your naked chest."

Simon stripped. He thought this was an opportunity not to be missed. Mary returned hiding something behind her back.

"Stand up, Simon, and turn round please. Hands behind your back."

He did. She fitted what he realised were fur-lined cuffs to his wrists. Mary helped him to sit on the settee. She stroked his chest gently. She still seemed nervous.

"I'm still not sure about this," she said. "I'm too tense. I need to relax. I have wanted to do this for so long and now..."

She continued to stroke Simon's chest. One hand wandered over his neck and up to his lips. He kissed it as it passed.

"I know. Dina always has something to drink before making love. Perhaps that would help me. Would you like a drink, Simon?"

"Yes," he whispered afraid that Mary would have second thoughts.

"OK."

Mary jumped up. She opened a cupboard that had internal lighting. She poured large Dry Martinis for two. She sipped one and made a face.

"I don't know how she could. Still, it is worth a try."

She took a large swallow and choked.

"Ugh! Tastes revolting."

She took a smaller swallow before holding the second glass to Simon's lips. He swallowed. The drink was high proof gin with a bare drop of Martini.

Mary took another gulp. She gave him a small taste before she finished her glass.

"I'm getting the hang of this. You don't need to relax. I do."

Mary finished Simon's drink as well.

"Those drinks may work but I'm still not happy about trusting myself to you, Simon. Whatever we do, a settee is not the most comfortable place for it. Come on."

She pulled Simon upright and led him upstairs into a bedroom. A double bed was prominent. It had a fitted white satin sheet and four pillows. The wall lights dimly lighted the room. Mary pushed Simon to the bed and lifted his legs. She removed his shoes and socks. Simon lay on the bed acutely aware of the cuffs digging into his back.

Mary fumbled under the bottom of the mattress. She climbed on the bed and straddled Simon with her back to him. Her hands moved down and Simon felt his ankles cuffed. These cuffs were also fur-lined and attached to the bed. Mary climbed off him.

"Comfortable?" she asked.

"Not really," Simon replied "the cuffs on my wrists are digging into my back."

"Oh. Would you prefer your hands to be above your head?"

"I suppose so."

"If you co-operate, that's what I'll do. Ready?"

Simon nodded. Mary reached under his back to unfasten one cuff. She pulled one of his arms up and then the other. She fastened the cuffs through a loop of chain at the head of the bed.

"That should be more comfortable for you. Is it?"

"Yes, Mary. Why has your bed got these fittings? It doesn't seem like you."

"It's not my bed. It's Dina's."

"What! Won't she object?"

"Not if I make it properly. She won't notice once I've changed the sheet and pillowcases. I told her I was going to do run the washing machine tomorrow morning."

"What if she comes back early?"

"She won't. Are your trousers important?"

"What?"

"Are these trousers special, or just ordinary?"

"Ordinary. I thought the firework area might be muddy so they are an old pair. Why?"

"Because I'm going to take them off you and I don't want to undo your ankles."

"Mary!" Simon protested.

"I'll take mine off first so that you aren't embarrassed."

Mary took her trainers off, then her sweater off and the track suit trousers. Underneath were a white skinny crop top and a short black flared skirt. Her bra showed through the top showing more of her cleavage than Simon had ever seen. He had known that Mary had large breasts but not how large, until now. Mary twirled, flaring the skirt to show glossy black panties.

"Like me like this?"

"Yes." Simon admitted.

"Now your trousers. There must be something here..."

Mary rummaged in the bedside cupboard. He lifted his head from the pillow but shackled as he was, Simon still couldn't see what she was doing.

Mary's body thumped across his chest forcing the air out of his lungs. He gasped as she stuffed a soft plastic lump into his mouth. She locked it in position with straps around his head despite his frantic head-shaking.

She squeezed a bulb attached to the gag that swelled inside his mouth. He couldn't speak or make any noise except a faint grunt.

"That's better. Now your trousers."

Mary produced a large pair of scissors. She cut the outside of both legs from cuff to waistband. She pulled hard and the sliced trousers came away. She clicked the scissors dramatically in the air before cutting his boxer shorts. She tossed the remains aside, moved across the room, turned on the overhead light and turned up the dimmer on the wall lights. The room was now starkly and too brilliantly lit.

"There is something I haven't told you, Simon."

His eyes glared at her above the gag.

"I haven't got a twin sister called Dina. I am Mary until I take a drink. Then I'm Dina until the alcohol has worked out of my system. The Dry Martinis should keep me as Dina for a couple more hours. I'll make sure Dina has her fun before that prissy little madam Mary takes over."

She reached into the bedroom cupboard, put several pills in her mouth, washing them down with neat gin from a nearly full bottle. She put the bottle and remaining pills carefully on top of the cupboard.

"I can always top up again if I start reverting. Now for the evening's main event. Roll over, Simon."

Simon tried to resist but with his wrists and ankles cuffed together and stretched out he couldn't get a purchase. Once he was facedown she pushed pillows under his hips, raising his buns in the air. Once he was in position she tied him down with straps across his thighs and lower back. She went back to the bedside cupboard.

Simon jerked as a cold dollop of jelly was slapped close to his arsehole. Her fingers eased the jelly around and into him. His eyes watered from the pain as he tried to resist her probing.

"Relax!" she ordered, slapping his buns. "You might enjoy this.

If you strain against me, something will tear."

She walked round the bed to face him. His eyes opened wide as he saw the massive dildo strapped to her. She moved it close to his face.

"I'm going to stuff you with this. I hope you like it. You wanted to stuff your prick into Mary. Shame. Now Dina's going to show you how it should be done."

She climbed behind him on the bed. Gently and slowly her fingers widened his back passage until she could fit the head of the dildo inside him. He heard slurping sounds as the jelly on the dildo met the jelly in his hole.

She pushed slowly and steadily until he could feel the hairs of her bush brushing him. She started to pump her hips with movements gradually getting longer and more violent. Simon was screaming silently into his gag as she banged hard into him.

Her hands grabbed his nipples and pinched hard. She twisted and screwed them. Her teeth sank into his shoulder as she became more frenzied. Simon was almost unaware of the pain from her teeth and fingers as his arsehole was stretched and abused.

She kept pumping away until she screamed out loud. Slowly her movements became gentler and less painful until she pulled the dildo out with a slurp from the jelly.

"I enjoyed that," she said.

She rolled off him, unfastened the straps, pulled out the pillows and rolled him on to his back. He winced as his abused arse touched the bed. She took off her panties and skirt.

She reached to the top of the bedside cupboard. Squatting astride him she used a small tube to apply small dabs of a clear liquid around her bush. She arched her back to keep her bush well clear of Simon as one of her hands started bringing his prick to attention. Once he was hard she thrust down on him burying his prick deep. He grunted as her hips thudded onto his.

She reached behind herself and dabbed more clear liquid on her buns. Putting the tube carefully back on the cupboard she released the chain holding his cuffed hands above his head. She pulled his hands down to her buns and pressed them hard against her.

"Pull me into you, Simon. Pull me deep."

Despite himself Simon responded. His cuffed hands pulled down on her. He was rewarded by a smile. She deflated the gag and eased it slightly in his mouth.

"Well done, Simon, just what I wanted you to do."

"What do you mean?" Simon asked his voice still muffled.

"We are now stuck together with superglue."

"What!"

Simon tried to move his hands. He couldn't. They were stuck to her.

"Why have you done this?" he asked.

"I've wanted you in me for a long time. Now you are, you are staying there. There is a way out. If we sweat enough that should weaken the glue. You just have to work hard. I'm going to roll us over so you can start working up a sweat."

She rolled over so that she was underneath him. The skin on his hands stung as they rolled. She reached for the bulb on the gag and pumped it tight again.

He started thrusting into her frantically. If he was to break the glue's bond he thought that he must do it soon. If the glue were left it would set firm. He thumped his hips hard against her. The glue around her bush held them together. As he lifted himself her body followed.

Ten minutes later he was sweating profusely without any effect on the glue's adhesion. She was smiling at him, amused by his frantic efforts to break free from her. She stripped off her top, then her massive blue satin boulder-holder bra. Despite himself Simon was aroused again by the sight of her large breasts.

"Want me to do some of the work?" she asked.

Simon nodded.

"OK. We are rolling over again."

As they rolled she picked up the tube of glue. Simon saw the glue and violently shook his head. She smiled down at him as she dabbed blobs of glue over her breasts. He tried to wriggle away as she lowered herself to his chest. Her breasts spread over him and stuck fast. She sighed contentedly.

"One last act, Simon, and I'm done."

She picked up a couple of loose pills and washed them down with several swallows of gin. Gin slopped over Simon's chest as she swallowed. She put the bottle back.

"I've done it. You can't get out of your cuffs because the keys are the other side of the room. I could have got them for you but now I can't because we are glued together with you deep inside me. The pills I have just taken are the last of a whole bottle. They should send me into a deep sleep that will end in death. Time for one last ride before I go to sleep."

Simon's eyes opened wide.

"Perhaps you are trying to ask why?"

He nodded.

"I lied. I do have a twin sister called Mary. I really am Dina the mixed up boozing twin. Mary has always attracted decent men. I got the slime balls, the losers, and the abusers. They fucked me up more than I was before. I wanted to take one man away from Mary and use him as I have been used. Now I've done it I have nothing left to live for.

I wanted Mary to suffer so this room and the living room have several concealed video cameras. The split screen monitor is lined up in Mary's bedroom. I've tied her up facing them. She is gagged so she couldn't warn you. I told her exactly what I would do and she has watched everything.

Tomorrow morning I've asked one of her friends to come. That friend has a key and can let herself in. By that time I will be dead. Mary might have gone mad herself and you ... you will be buried deep in a dead woman's pussy and stuck fast to a corpse. To me you are just something of Mary's that I wanted to take away from her. It is a shame, I suppose, because actually you have been an adequate lover. Now I will ride you for the last time. Exertion makes the pills work faster."

Dina's vagina squeezed around Simon. She started to move her body dragging Simon's with her. Simon watched helplessly as Dina's movements became more insistent. She stimulated his erection and he shuddered in release as he came inside her. Still her frantic movements continued as she had orgasm after orgasm. Simon had to match her movements or lose his skin. He became erect again only to be drained moments later.

Simon was sore and hurting. His tool was rubbed dry, his skin was being stretched wherever it was stuck and his arsehole still felt the dildo's assault.

Dina's body was implacable. She rode as if she intended to ride all night. Her stamina was almost inhuman. Simon was the first to show signs of unconsciousness as the strain became too much. His body flopped loosely as he slipped towards oblivion.

Suddenly he became aware of screaming and Dina's body being violently wrenched about. He opened his eyes.

Dina's non-existent twin was beating Dina with her fists and screaming at her. The twin, who must be the real Mary, was naked and had bloody wrists. Simon began to understand what Mary was screaming.

"You drunken bitch! Get off my man," was followed by a string of swearwords that Simon would have said the prim Mary didn't know.

Slowly Mary's rage subsided and she stopped hitting Dina. Her hands reached for Simon's gag. Her fingers were shaking as she deflated the gag, unbuckled the straps and removed the gag from his mouth.

"Are you OK, Simon?" Mary asked.

"Apart from being immovably stuck to her, I think so," he said "I'm sore but not really hurt, Mary. You are Mary, aren't you?"

"Yes. I am Mary. She is my twin Dina. I've called the Police and an ambulance. They should be here shortly."

"Shouldn't you get dressed? You can't do anything about Dina and me but you should be wearing something when the emergency services arrive."

"Oh." Mary looked down at herself and her hands flew to cover her bush. She blushed.

"Oh shit!" she spat out. "You have seen all of me. I didn't want to show so much until later."

Mary grabbed a sheet and retreated backwards through the door.

Dina spoke drowsily from Simon's chest.

"Mary always was too much of a prude. Not like me. I liked showing my body to men. Too late now. I'm tired."

Simon shook himself and her body followed.

"Stay awake, Dina. Keep talking."

"Why?" Dina's voice was faint and seemed far away.

Simon banged his hips upwards. Dina's eyes blinked open.

"What? What are you doing, Simon?"

"Keeping you awake. Stay with me."

"Why?"

"So that you don't die, you stupid bitch."

Simon was thrusting away nearly as hard as when trying to break the glue's bond. Dina's body was limp. He stopped thrusting and rolled from side to side. Dina's breasts tugged at his skin bringing tears to his eyes. The pain brought Dina back to awareness.

"That hurts. You are hurting me," she protested.

Simon continued to roll from side to side. He was still rolling and Dina was still faintly objecting when the paramedics came in the room. Simon explained about the superglue and the pills. A dressed Mary unlocked the cuffs from his hands and feet.

Simon was still firmly glued to Dina as the paramedics pumped out her stomach. He had to be loaded into the ambulance and taken to the emergency room with Dina. He was aware of a drip being put in her arm, her heart rate being monitored and a couple of injections. He was just the mattress under the patient.

Only when Dina was stabilised did he get treated as anything other than an attachment to the patient in need of care. A senior nurse applied solvent to his hands and slowly released them from Dina's buttocks. She was watching the instruments that were monitoring Dina's life signs while she worked away at the glue.