"The Unplugged Challenge" - Sex Stories

"The Unplugged Challenge"

... wiping out even the excess dew from the head of my penis, just for something to do. “Thanks.” “So I should go?” “Probably,” I said, though I wanted to watch her cum too. I hoped she’d offer that, but she didn’t. She took her hand off her pussy and stood up, then got her clothes. She put her shirt on first, then panties, and finally her jeans. Then, without looking back, she left the room. A few seconds later, I heard the door to her room close. I came out of my room a few minutes later, dressed, to go to the bathroom and flush my tissues down the toilet, stopped briefly at her door, but moved on. I’d wanted to talk to her about what we’d just done, but now that I was no longer outrageously horny, it just didn’t seem conceivable to knock, go inside, and bring up some kind of sexual conversation with my own s****r. If we’d still had our cell phones I might have managed to text her to get a conversation started without the awkwardness, but while we were disconnected I didn’t know how to bridge the gap. So I just let it lie, hoping she’d just come to the obvious conclusion that this was a one-time thing and we wouldn’t repeat it. We probably wouldn’t even speak of it. That was okay. There was some dark part of me that wanted to repeat it, wanted to go even farther, but I was certain that would be impossible. So just burying the event, denying it had ever happened became the next best choice. Pretty soon Mom and Dad came home, and started making dinner. Once again we were ...

... pressed to ‘connect’ by telling stories about our day. Well, one big thing had happened to me today, but there was no way I was talking about it, and luckily neither was Krista. We did exchange one brief look and awkward smile when Mom first asked, but then Krista launched into a story involving one of her friends. I thought about masturbating that night in bed. Krista already knew I did it and had seen me do it… but I suppose I still had the worry that my parents could hear, so I held off and just drifted off with an erection, remembering the sight of my s****r’s pussy. The next day, Mom made breakfast. That was the one benefit of this stupid challenge, if you didn’t count what had happened the day before: a nice breakfast instead of just a bowl of cereal before rushing off to school. But I’d still rather have my computer and all the other conveniences of a modern life mankind had worked hard to achieve. School was okay. I was still getting some teasing from friends about being ‘cut off’ from the Net and cell phones, and having to be told the news about what was going on in their lives instead of having learned it real time from text messages or IMs, but at least we had something to talk about during lunch and between classes, instead of having run out of discussions. It got so that I was kind of dreading the weekend. School, for all that it was a hassle, had become something of a lifeline to my friends, since I couldn’t talk to them outside of it. On the bus ride home I tried to ...