The hasty rapping at my front door and the soft thud on my patio told me that it had arrived.
"Mom!" my younger sister shouted from down the hall, "Someone is at the d-"
"Shut up." I cut her off as I ran to the door.
I quickly gathered the small package from the patio and shuffled back to my room, my sister eyeing me suspiciously as I pushed past her in the hall.
"It's for me," I mumbled as I shut my bedroom door tightly behind me.
I'd been eyeing a set of these for years. Portal rings. A few groundbreaking discoveries made by physicists over the last few decades gave birth to a new and very controversial technology known as quantum pairing. They weren't cheap, but I'd been spending every bit of free time I had working with my uncle detailing cars and landscaping. They were finally here.
With shaky hands, I peeled off the shrink wrap and threw the box open.
There they were, glowing and humming with energy, two ominous circles of what appeared to be a latex or rubber material.
I laid one down on my desk and held the other one up in front of me.
As expected, I saw the white popcorn plaster of my ceiling in the ring I held up in front of my face.
I looked down into the ring in my desk and saw nothing.
I leaned over it.
I saw my own face.
I smiled, giddy with delight.
I reached down toward the ring on my desk and thrust a finger through it. My finger popped out in front of me, distended from the ring I held up.
I giggled.
"What'd you order?" my sister shouted through my closed door.
I ignored her.
Stupid bitch.
She existed only to annoy me... and, unfortunately, to make my dick hard with incestuous lust. My sister was a hard ten. She flounced all over the house in tight, form-fitting clothing, leaving very little to the imagination. She made my cock hard in front of my mom and it pissed me off every fucking time.
I felt guilty every time I did it. Every time I spilled hot ropes of cum across my body with my eyes closed, picturing her naked, her huge tits hanging over me, squirting milk into my face while she rode me. I mean... despite being a high school senior, she was still a virgin, so the milk thing was totally unrealistic, but I had a vivid imagination. I felt guilty, not because she was my sister. Fuck her. I didn't care about her feelings. I felt guilty because she was such a cunt and didn't deserve even one filthy thought. I couldn't help it.
"Cmon, fucking lemme see, d-bag!" She stomped her foot outside my door.
"Suck my dick, bitch!" I shouted back.
"Jay!" my mom yelled from the hall.
I sighed.
I sat in thought, fingering the lightweight, flexible rings.
I spent the next hour experimenting with them. Pushing various objects through and examining the results.
The more I explored their potential, the further my imagination ran.
My phone chimed. It was a text from Jenn, my cunty sister. She was texting something about dinner. My mind began to wander.
I pictured her in her stupid Disney tank top. I had just brushed past her in the hall earlier. She was so hot. She hadn't put on a bra yet, so her massive tits were hanging and swaying slightly under her top and her big nipples were hard and straining against the thin material. My dick swelled. I felt it shift under my boxers.
I'd known that some people were a bit... extra experimental with this new technology. The sexual implications were not lost on me. I'd begun seeing some very edge porn videos involving them.
I told myself before I ever ordered these that I'd never bring myself to that level of depravity.
My phone chimed again. Stupid cunt. Stupid fucking... hot ass bitch...
There she was again, in my imagination, in front of me. Her huge globes thrust out toward me. My cock slid between them. Her lips parted and a healthy flow of drool ran down her chin across the head of my cock, mixing with my precum. I closed my eyes... and started fucking her tits. My own sister's tits. I couldn't help it. I absentmindedly thrust my hips in my desk chair faintly as I humped my cock against her very generous chest.
My cock grew to full mast as I imagined the lewd, incestuous act, and my cock slipped through the hole in my boxers. The cool air of my room rushed across it as it flexed to full length. My pronounced cock head swelled and tightened, shiny and pink. I flexed it, feeling it twitch. I watched it slip between her spitty tits in my mind.
I opened my eyes and looked down. I was hard and leaking. I looked over at the door.
I looked up at the ring that was in my hand.
I looked back at the door.
I sighed and silently chastised myself.
"Fuck it," I whispered.
I brought my hand toward my cock, hesitantly sliding the thin ring over my swollen tip.
I knew what to expect, but it still startled me to see the tip of my cock appear on my desk.
The ring was a bit bigger than the girth of my cock so it slid down effortlessly. I watched in awe as more and more of my tight cock appeared on my desk, growing from the plastic veneer until the glowing ring was all the way against my boxers and shaved pelvis.
I just looked at it for a moment, genuinely shocked at what I was seeing.
I reached over toward my desk... toward my cock... and wrapped my fingers around it.
I held it up with fascination, examining it. With the other ring flat against my pelvis, it was as if I was holding up a very realistic dildo and nothing more.
I looked back toward the door.
Embarrassment began to set in because I knew what I was about to do.
I slowly brought it toward my face and shamefully stuck my tongue out.