"The Unplugged Challenge" - Sex Stories

"The Unplugged Challenge"

... a card on Christmas and birthdays.” I rolled my eyes. Of course we’d be in contact. There was Facebook. I may not be super close to my s****r, but I wouldn’t defriend her. “Can’t we like, just do something a lot less extreme than this?” Krista asked. “Like have a weekly f****y game night or something? I’m willing to give up my Monday.” “Right,” I agreed. I could sacrifice one day, for a couple weeks until Mom got tired of it. “But maybe not Monday. My guild and I quest on Mondays in Warcraft.” “Well, it can’t be Tuesday, I…” Mom interrupted the negotiation. “One week. It’s not that long. Extreme times call for extreme measures. It won’t be so bad. You know, the f****y on the show was practically a different f****y by the end of it.” I looked to my Dad for help, but he just shrugged. “You know how hard it is to talk your mother out of things like this.” So there’d be no help from him this time. Sometimes him being so laid-back was aggravating in its own way too. But maybe he was right; usually the best way to handle Mom’s causes was to ride it out as best we could. A week with no Internet, no TV, no phones? It sounded like hell, but how bad could it really be? The next day after school, the great purge began. Mom went into each of our rooms and confis**ted most of our electronics, although Krista persuaded her to let us keep music players on the grounds that music helped her do homework. Virtually everything else, along with the TV and the microwave (because part of the ...

... Challenge included making meals from scratch), went into lock-up in the basement. After that, we suffered through the first night of enf***ed f****y togetherness, worse because it was a Friday night. Krista resented being made to stay home instead of going out with her friends. I had no specific plans, but I didn’t resent it any less. I’d have rather been safe in my room, talking to friends on the Internet, instead of talking with f****y. The talking wasn’t that bad, but it was pretty awkward. Everyone ran out of things to say very quickly… at least when talking about television and movies was outlawed by Mom in the first few minutes. We were supposed to reconnect, become closer, but I didn’t really want to share anything too personal, for fear that they might judge me. I suspect it was the same was true for Krista, who mostly talked about her Tumbling class the previous day. So that was why she wasn’t on the bus Thursdays. I’d wondered. When it was my turn, I managed to find enough to talk about to satisfy Mom, but most of it was bullshit. I made up things happening to my friends, mostly cribbed from TV shows. I think Krista was on to me, since I saw her grinning at me while I related a story from Degrassi. She didn’t bust me though, which was cool of her. While we talked, we played a game, but it was pretty dull. Rolling dice and moving counters around a board was no substitute for real entertainment. “I don’t know why we couldn’t do this bonding thing over a video game,” I ...