RuinStone - Epilogue - Part 1 of 2 (Patreon)

*** Content warning: misogyny; masturbation; mentions of incest, reality manipulation, mind control, identity death ***

=::= Christina's PoV =::=

I'd only been on my own for less than fifteen minutes and I was already bored. 

It was such a rare event not to have Kimberly with me, you'd think I'd be excited for a couple hours of solitude but it was the exact opposite. Me and my twin sister were so close, such an important part of each other's life, I almost felt lost without her around. Like each of us was incomplete without the other.

I knew she felt the same way too, which is why it was so rare for us not to be doing things together.

In fact it really only happened twice a year - in December when we were shopping for each other's xmas gifts, and in April when we went shopping for each other's birthday gifts.

Kim just left to go find me something for our birthday. Later today, after she got home I'd go out on my own and pick something for her. Then we'd find some time alone to wrap them, and on Wednesday we'd exchange them with each other. We'd probably end up going out for dinner with mom and dad, they'd have cards or something for the pair of us, we'd have a nice happy family outing.

I just hoped it wouldn't be a repeat of last year, when me and Kim ended up getting each other the exact same thing despite buying them separately. My lips curled up into a grin as I remembered the way we both burst into giggles after unwrapping our gifts and discovering they matched.

Mom and dad were out today too, so I couldn't go upstairs and hang out with them. It was Easter weekend, and they were out for the day at Uncle Carl and Aunt Shelly's place. Me and Kim weren't invited, but we weren't offended by that. We hadn't seen Carl and Shelly, or Marcus or Tricia either, since last xmas. 

Aunt Shelly somehow found out about our OnlyFans and the sex toy reviews. And if Shelly looked at that for more than thirty seconds she probably saw the videos where I co-starred with my twin sister. Me and Kim knew that sort of thing was taboo, but our parents accepted it. Mom's sister however, did not.

The whole thing seemed ridiculous to me anyways. Like honestly, me and Kim were both consenting adults. Who exactly got hurt if we recorded ourselves sharing a giant eighteen-inch double-ended dildo? It sure didn't hurt us. Not only was it a boatload of fun, it was our most successful video ever. 

So neither Kim or me cared that our aunt refused to see either of us again. At least our parents weren't cast out from the rest of the family. I did kind of miss Marcus and Tricia though, but me and Kim still talked to our cousins online.

When Aunt Shelly first freaked out about it, both mom and dad stood up for the two of us. But neither Kim or me wanted to see mom's relationship with her sister break down. So we talked to mom and dad, let them know we weren't upset and didn't want to come between mom and Shelly. So our parents continued seeing the in-laws at holidays and things, but everyone agreed not to discuss Kim and my relationship or our videos.

Still bored out of my mind, I wandered around our basement apartment for a few minutes. I looked in the top drawer next to the bed at our top-ten favourite sex toys, but I wasn't quite in the mood for that. If someone was around to call me Chrissy once or twice that might change my mind, but it didn't work on ourselves for some reason. 

I ended up at the desk, looking at our computer. Then I reached behind it, and pulled out that little jar from where Kim kept it hidden.

Inside were the remains of Jay's magic stone. About seventeen months had passed since Kim smashed it, but she still hadn't decided what to do with the pieces. She worried they were still dangerous so she didn't want to throw them in the trash, but she didn't know what else to do. So she kept them.

I gave the jar a little shake as I stared at the contents. There were five big pieces, a half dozen smaller pieces, and maybe a dozen little fragments and flecks. 

After another minute or two I realized I could see how the bigger pieces fit together. It reminded me of a 3d puzzle, and without really thinking too hard I opened the jar. I reached in and carefully pulled out the five larger fragments and set them on the desk, then closed the jar up with the smaller bits still inside.

It was perhaps a bit of a risk but I was bored and curious. I'd never actually got a good look at the thing while it was intact. And anyways, Kim said the stone's power was gone once she smashed it, so I knew it couldn't be that dangerous.

I picked up the five pieces and carefully positioned them in my hand till they fit together. There were some obvious gaps, especially in the middle where the hammer must have struck. All the little fragments in the jar probably filled in those missing bits, but it was at least ninety percent -

"Chrissy! You dumb-"

I let out a yelp as I startled. I dropped the pieces as I twisted around with wide eyes looking for the source of the voice. My heart was racing and I was one part horny from hearing that name, one part scared. Because I knew that voice. 

It was Jay.

There was no-one around, nobody in the apartment. I made sure the door was locked then moved back to our desk. 

After a few moments of hesitation, I put the five pieces of stone back together again in my hand. As soon as the pieces were in place I heard the voice again.

"Listen to me Chrissy!" Jay's voice stated.

Hearing him say that name a second time sent another shiver through my body, and despite myself my right hand slipped down between my legs. I pulled my skirt up out of the way and sighed as I started rubbing my already-wet labia. 

The broken stone remained clutched in my left hand as I asked, "Jay? Is that really you?"

"Yes!" he stated. "Now listen up you dumb sex-starved bimbo! You're going to do exactly what I tell you!"

I took a deep breath and forced myself to stop masturbating, then asked "Why the fuck would I listen to you, asshole?"

Jay stated, "Because I own you Chrissy. I made you, you're mine."

"Damnit Jay!" I cursed as I started rubbing myself again. "Stop fucking calling me that! Kim told me how much of a douche you were, she told me what you did to us!"

"Shut up bitch," he stated. "I bet Kimmie didn't tell you everything. Did she tell you you're not her real sister? You're not even a real person. I made you up, Chrissy."

Fuck! It was really hard focusing on a conversation when he kept doing that. I slid a couple fingers inside myself and let out a long low moan, before I forced myself to focus again.

"Jay if you say that name once more I'm dumping the stone in the toilet," I said angrily. "Now what the fuck are you talking about?"

He sounded like he was smiling as he responded. In a gloating voice he explained, "You're not real. You're just a carbon copy of Kimmie. That's why you've never had an original idea, you've never done anything on your own. Your hobbies and interests are her hobbies and interests. Everything you've done, is because she did it first. You take the same classes, you help her with her sex toy videos, your whole existence is nothing but a cheap copy of hers."

I shook my head, "We're alike because we're identical twins. We both have the same interests, there's nothing unusual about that."

Jay laughed, but it was a bitter scornful sound. "You actually believe that? You're stupider than I thought. You're nothing, no-one. Trust me Chrissy, I know. I made you what you are."

"Fuck!" I swore at him as I started masturbating again. "Stop fucking calling me Chrissy!"

Despite all the shitty things he was saying and how insulting he was, every time he used that name it jacked up my arrousal. This time I couldn't fight it any more, and I ended up rubbing myself till I came.

I felt better once I got that out of my system, then asked "So what are you saying Jay? You made me from nothing? I didn't exist before you created me?"

He laughed, "Oh no. You used to be a real person, but you weren't very smart even then."

"See, you used to be a guy," he stated. His tone was gloating again as he went on with his story, "Your name was Craig Poplawski. Back in high school you were a big tough jock. You actually used to beat up me and Kimmie, back in the day. Anyways, so at college you were dating this hot chick called Bree? And to get you back for all the bullying, I stole her from you. Turned her into a total slut for me."

I was completely silent as I listened. I knew who Bree was, she was one of the popular girls at college. As far as I could remember I'd never met her though. And I'd never heard of Craig Poplawski at all.

Jay continued, "So Bree was my Friday night bitch, only one night she comes over, and Craig followed her. She comes in, gets me a beer then strips down, and Craig bursts in, fists swinging. Dumb fucker thought he was going to kick my ass? I made him go stand quietly in the closet and listen while I fucked around with his girl."

He chuckled at the memory, "So I had a good night with Bree, then sent her home and went to bed. I actually forgot that dumb jock was in the closet, he spent the whole night standing there quietly like a tool. Then Saturday, a little while before Kimmie was supposed to come over, I finally remembered that dumbass was in there. I turned him into a big-titted air-headed sex-starved bimbo named Chrissy. Turned him into you, bitch. We fucked, I had you go down on me, then Kim showed up. That's when I got an even better idea."

That name sent another pulse of arrousal through me, but I was still satisfied for now so I was able to ignore it. And I didn't remember anything he was talking about, but from what Kim told me he was capable of, I knew it was possible.

"See, your sister used to be a dude too. I bet you didn't know that? Anyways, I figured you two were like a matched set, so I made your entire life just a copy of hers. Made you her identical twin sister, except the hair. Everything about you, your whole entire life is just copied from her. You're nothing, nobody, a non-person. You've got no life, nothing of your own."

By that point I felt numb. Kim never told me I wasn't really her sister. She never told me she used to be a guy. She did tell me she was the only one who knew when Jay changed stuff, but that Jay made her forget some things. If she remembered who I really was or that we weren't originally sisters, I couldn't blame her for keeping that secret. There was nothing we could do about any of the things Jay did to us, so knowing how deep the horror went wouldn't really help any.

The other thing these revelations did was basically confirm everything Kim told me back then. After she smashed the stone, after Jay died, Kim told me what he did. Or most of what he did. I believed her because we're that close I knew she wasn't lying, but now hearing it come from Jay himself confirmed it. Hearing him gloat and insult me, hearing him tell me all the horrific things he did to me left me in shock.

The other thing it did was leave me very glad Kim stopped him. Having him talking to me now made me really uncomfortable, but in a way I was glad it was me rather than my sister. After everything she told me, after what she went through with him, I worried she'd have a panic attack if he started talking to her like this.

After a few more seconds of silence I asked quietly, "Why are you telling me this stuff? I mean, apart from being a sick evil fuck and wanting to make me feel bad."

Jay stated, "I'm telling you because I can fix it. I can make you a real person, make you anything you want Chrissy. All you have to do is restore me, then I can save you."

I still had the stone pieces clutched in my left hand, as I started rubbing myself with my right hand. I grit my teeth and forced myself to stop again. That sort of thing was fun when me and Kim did it to each other, but having Jay do it out of spite or malice was really getting on my nerves.

"So how's that supposed to work?" I asked. "How would I restore you?"

He responded, "Just listen carefully and do exactly what I say. I'll use small words so your tiny bimbo brain can follow along. Put all the little pieces of the stone in your hand. Squeeze them tight. Then wish for me to be restored. Once that's done, I'll fix everything. I promise."

I stared at the little fragments in the jar then looked at my left hand that held the five larger pieces, but I didn't make any move for the jar yet.

"How is it holding the stone lets me talk to you?" I asked. "Are you in there? Like your soul or something, is it stuck in the stone? And how will restoring you let you fix all the stuff you messed up?"

Jay sounded impatient as he answered, "Yes my soul's stuck in the fucking rock! And if you restore me, the stone will be fixed too ok? Then I can fix everything. I promise! I'll make everything better Chrissy, I swear it."

"Fuck Jay!" I swore at him as I started rubbing myself again. 

I couldn't fight it off any more, and fingered myself to another orgasm before I was able to focus on the conversation again.

Once I was calmed down again I stated "Do that again and we're done asshole! So the stone's broken, how can it restore you? How are we even talking?"

"You're such a ditz," he stated. I could almost picture him rolling his eyes. "Yeah it's weak, breaking it almost ruined it. But you've got all the pieces right? It's had enough time to store up some power. Not a lot, but enough to restore me. Now if you'd shut your stupid mouth and just do as I said, we could get this over with and everything will be better. Ok? So do what I told you!"

I sighed, "Jay you really don't think much of me, do you?"

He laughed, "What's to think? You're a vapid sex-starved bimbo named Chrissy. How many times have you masturbated while we've talked? You're an idiot because that's what I made you! I gave you those big boobs. I gave you that smooth hairless pussy. I'm the one who decided you and Kimmie could never wear panties as long as you bitches lived. And I'm the one who made you and your sister want to have sex with each other, Chrissy. You fuck your twin sister because I made it happen. I made you everything you are, I made you! Now enough with the questions Chrissy, shut up and -"

Jay's voice cut off as I dropped the pieces of the stone on the desk. I ended up in bed with one of my and Kim's favourite toys, and wasted a little while bringing myself off a couple more times.

Then I washed up, and got myself a cola. I knew there wasn't much time left before my sister got home, but I wanted to finish dealing with Jay before that happened. I knew Kim would probably be upset I was messing with the broken rock, and if she found out I was talking to him through it she'd definitely freak out.

I moved back to the desk and braced myself, then picked up the pieces of stone. 

Before he could say anything I stated, "You know Jay, I think being dead must have affected your thinking."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he demanded.

I told him, "I'm not stupid, I'm not a bimbo."

He laughed, "You're too fucking clueless to even know what you are."

"No Jay," I shook my head. 

In a calm voice I told him, "Maybe that's what you made me at first? But you said yourself, you made me into a copy of my sister. You made me a duplicate of Kimberly. And you were probably too busy staring at my sister's boobs or pussy to notice this, but she's actually pretty smart. And so am I."

I continued, "You said I never had an original thought, never did anything on my own? But I'm the one who discovered you in this broken stone. I'm the one you're talking to, not Kim."

"Whatever," he stated, but his voice didn't sound quite so self-assured now. "Just shut up and do what I told you. Restore me, then I'll fix everything."

"No," I shook my head again. "If there's enough power in what's left of this stone to do that, then there's enough here that I can fix things myself without your help. And honestly, if you wanted me to help you? Maybe you shouldn't have spent so much time gloating and telling me all the horrific things you did to me. Dumbass."

"God damn you Chrissy!" he shouted. "You do what I say or I'll -"

I dropped the pieces onto the desk again, then finished my drink as I stared at them. 

All I had to do was gather them up, along with the pieces in the jar. Then squeeze them in my hand, and there'd be enough power to restore him. Which meant there ought to be enough power to fix a few things instead. Maybe I could even use that power to destroy the stone once and for all, so me and my sister didn't have to worry about it ever again.

I just had to put up with him yelling my pet-name at me while I did it.