"The Unplugged Challenge" - Sex Stories

"The Unplugged Challenge"

... Google it. I was normally good in history, but they changed the seating plan and now I was sitting right next to superhot Mary Flannigan. I was so worried about not looking stupid, or worse, like a nerd, in front of her that I could barely pay attention any more. Finally, Mom’s gaze turned away from me. I shot a glance at Krista, who looked up from her phone and gave me a shrug. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I can’t shake the feeling that something’s just not right with us all.” A text came. I looked at it, realized from the number that it was from my s****r, right beside me. “Have bd feeling abt ths.” I nodded. Oblivious to our communication, Mom continued. “So, since I had the day off today, I was watching some television.” “Uh oh,” I muttered. “We’ve been down this road before.” “Bobby, let your mother finish.” Dad looked up to her. “So, what was it this time, Lorraine? Montel Williams?” he asked, his voice full of amusement. If he was willing to poke the bear, he wasn’t too worried about what Mom had on her mind. But then, that was his usual mode. I guess everybody’s parents are a little weird. They say opposites attract, and it must have in their case. My Dad’s pretty much the most laid-back guy you’ve ever met. Even when one of us k**s got in trouble, he never got mad. Sure, he’d punish, but it was for the principle of the thing, he never took it personally. He’d make some sarcastic joke about why what we’d done was stupid, or he’d grin and admit he ...

... might have done the same thing, but he never yelled… or got angry, or even was especially surprised, by anything. It was like nothing fazed him. It was good, usually. He was a dependable presence in our lives. He even just looked reassuring, tall, stocky, dark hair graying at the temples. You could almost picture him with an old style pipe as one of those classic TV dads, from the era before all married men in the media were morons. I guess he had to be laid-back, because my mother, on the other hand, was high-strung, and without Dad’s calming presence in the f****y, we’d spin out of control. Mom was short, thin, stubborn, quick-tempered, and it was like there was always something on her mind, although what that thing was changed regularly. She’d get something in her head and it would be her new cause for a week or a month or until she forgot about it. On many occasions I wondered if she wasn’t a little bit crazy. I say that with the full knowledge that I’m also a little bit crazy. Maybe we all were. Krista seemed like the only normal one in the f****y, but then, I didn’t feel like I knew enough about her lately to judge, either. We were only about a year and a half apart, so she was 15, though I thought she looked younger, and I was 17. Mom chose to have my s****r when I was a baby because she heard that an 18 month age gap was the ideal span to ensure siblings were close. It worked, at first… Krista and I were close when we were young, but as we moved into our teens we’d ...