"The Unplugged Challenge" - Sex Stories

"The Unplugged Challenge"

I’d been home for three hours, and the first time I’d left my room was to go down to the kitchen to get something to eat. Mom was there with that tense look about her that always made me want to avoid her even more than I usually did. She was stewing about something and I just hoped it wasn’t about me. Calling attention to her mood would do more harm than good, so I just heated up a microwave dinner and kept my back to her, not speaking. Mom spoke, instead, in a weary, resigned voice. “Bobby, how was school?” I shrugged. “The usual.” I heard a buzz from my pocket and felt a wash of relief. It was a text from my friend Jack, part of an ongoing conversation we’d been having about whether Traci Roth had ulterior motives for sitting at our table at lunch. We’d joked that it might mean she liked one of us, but I didn’t really believe it. I was more worried it was the prelude to some elaborate prank, where she pretended to like us in order to humiliate us later. The truth was she hadn’t even sat that close to us, most likely it wasn’t about us at all, but we had to talk about something. I tended to assume the worst case, anyway, it just felt safer. “Where’s your s****r?” Mom asked as I read the text and thought about how to answer. I started tapping out a reply, to the text, while I answered Mom absently. “I don’t know, in her room maybe?” I didn’t see Krista on the bus and for all I knew she hadn’t come home at all. “You have her cell number, why are you asking me?” “Hmm,” Mom ...

... said neutrally. “You should have a real meal.” I shrugged. The microwave beeped, and I grabbed the plate. “This is fine.” With that, I returned to my room. There, I had the world at my fingertips, friends, even strangers I could talk with at a moment’s notice… and unlike my Mom, they weren’t liable to snap my head off because they were in a bad mood. About a half hour later, I heard my name being called, but I ignored it, and put headphones on so that I’d have an excuse. If it was important enough, Mom would just barge in and I could pretend I hadn’t heard. If not, I was safer hiding out. No such luck. A few minutes passed and, I got a text. It was from my s****r. “Mom wants us dwnstairs. Fam meeting.” Great. I rolled my eyes, waited a couple minutes for good measure, and then made my way downstairs. Mom, Dad, and my s****r Krista were all in the living room. Krista’s hands were in her lap. Like me, she had a cell phone with her at all times, and she must have been waiting for a call or text. Dad sat on the easy chair, his chair, looking to Mom with a bored expression on his face. Mom stood in the center, waiting. “Sit down,” she said to me with a glare. I took a seat by Krista, suddenly worried that the glare meant this meeting was somehow about me. Had Mom looked in on our Internet history and saw the porn sites I’d checked out? Or maybe she’d heard my grades in History were falling faster than the Hindenburg. Which I assume fell fast, but it was a blimp, so I made a note to ...