Packages are sent for giving comfort

Now back in his apartment, parcel in hand, Robert found himself questioning life as he sat at the table looking forward, dazedly.

His spent balls told him that what just happened, really happened. A relieved smile broke out on his face, as he thanked his luck that he found himself here.

Did his dedication to the Porn Gods finally bear fruit? Hearing his forlorn cries, ejaculating himself into a tissue by the bedside at night? They probably couldn't stand the sight, watching him alone, as he hungrily devoured his personal collection.

Now it seemed like so.

Not one for quiet spaces, he switched the tv on to drown out the silence. A daytime soap was featured as the protagonist begged the antagonist to let him go. Seemed like the villain had the good guy in a tight spot, literally. It looked like they both liked the same woman. The bad guy now had him captured and was roughly milking him of his seed. Leaning over the guy, he angrily snarled into his ear and said, "Didn't I say I'd stop at nothing to make you never to be with her?! Serves you right for having designs on MY Annie!".

Bored and seeing where this was going, Robert diverted his attention over to the parcel on the table.

Never one to read the covering, he quickly tore open the parcel. Garish lettering was what came to sight. Following with a flashy photo, that told the contents of what was in the box. In short, it was a sex toy. And not just any sex toy, but a electronic pussy pocket.

'When in the fuck, did I order this?'Those words came to mind as he looked at the artsy picture.

Grabbing the discarded parcel paper; it had the right name and address. Strange. Maybe he bought it online on one of his drunken benders? It didn't sound so far-fetched.

Curious about the feel of said pocket pussy, Robert soon had the thing unboxed and around his limp cock. Frowning, he knew that it wasn't going to work. But he did get the feel of the slight ribbed sensation, as he inserted himself in.

*Flick* A little inconspicuous on/off switch was on the top of the pocket. Wonders never cease.

*Ring Ring*

Called out from his musings, he switched the thing off and answered the call.

"Hello?"

*Silence*

"Little brother! Happy birthday!"

Robert was pleasantly surprised to hear from his sister, having not heard from her since moving away last year. She had stayed due to work and having to look after their parents. It was part of the deal of his moving away. His parents were clingy like that. He still remembered their words. What was it? Yes, that's right!, "If one was gone, there had to be one at home". A mantra they lived by till this day. Lucky for him, he escaped.

But, back to the call.

"Shit. I forgot it was my birthday. And here I thought it was just another Wednesday."

That was half-true. He did know. But he didn't want to give his family any lee-way to bother him on his bachelor life style. He was living the dream.

"C'mon bro. Don't bull a bull shitter. You and me both know that you just don't want to hang out with mom and dad, right?"

She was always one to sniff out a lie, a perk she picked up from being a reporter.

"Lay off with the digging sis. Yeah I know what today is. So what did you call for? Apart from wishing me a happy birthday that is."

Robert learned to be short and concise with his older sister, a trait sorely acquired after dealing with her.

"Oh! Yes, there's the wishing well and all that. But how's the new toy I sent to you?"

Frozen and mute. Not until now, did he realise that the pussy pouch was still clamped around his cock. And somehow, when he had turned it off, it turned itself on. How that happened was anyone's guess at this point. But what he really wracked his brains was: how did she know?

"Erm. What're y-ou talking about sis?"

A mechanical whir and a edgy voice betrayed his lie.

Like a shark smelling blood, she went for the kill.

"He he. Don't be shy little bro. Just think of that as a piece of me, literally."

Robert was half tempted to fling the thing off at the thought of it. But surprisingly, while he had been talking to his sister, his cock had became hard.

"Silence means approval, little bro. How's my pussy feel around your cock?" A lilting laugh accompanied her words as she pestered "..Did you know I can manipulate the walls on that thing from my end..?" A devilish snicker cut off any further denial.

With an eager tone she continued to chat, not skipping any of the details of 'their' new present.