"The Unplugged Challenge" - Sex Stories

"The Unplugged Challenge"

... my fingers. I figured she was close, so I returned to her clit, and kissed on it, letting just the top of my tongue through to tease it. “Oh god…” Krista cried out, and rose once more into me, practically shoving her cunt into my face as she let out a wordless cry. Then she dropped, and was still, and she let out a deep, content breath. “So, how was it?” I asked. “That was great,” she said finally. “I never thought it would feel like that. I don’t think you need….” She trailed off. “I mean, it was awful, Bobby. Just horrible. I think you need a lot more practice on it.” She sighed. “I guess I can help you out with that though, since there’s nothing else to do in this house without all our electronics.” I grinned, not taking her seriously. “Okay. Thanks, Krista. I really want to get it right, as long as it takes.” We didn’t want to risk anything else, because our parents would be home soon, and I guess we were feeling a little awkward around each other again, being naked around each other even after we’d both cum, because she dressed and went to her room and I stayed in mine. After a good half hour of lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and savoring the memory of what had just happened, I started looking for something else to do. Eventually, I chose homework. On a Friday. I was that bored. If only Mom knew that taking away everything fun left us nothing to do but homework and i****tual oral sex with each other, she never would have started us on this challenge. The next ...

... morning, I woke up to a knock at the door. “What?” It was Dad. “Your Mom made breakfast; it’ll be ready in a couple minutes.” I groaned, looked at the time, and groaned even louder. It was eight in the morning. Mom’s crazy plan was bad enough, but we couldn’t even sl**p in on weekends? “Now, now,” I heard my Dad say through the door. “It’s not like you stayed up very late last night, you got plenty of sl**p.” It was true. I usually stayed up until at least one or two on Friday nights, but not last night. There’s just not much point to being up past dark when the only thing you’re allowed to do is read. “There’s a principle at stake here,” I yelled. “Teenagers are supposed to be able to sl**p in on weekends.” “Just be thankful I talked her out of waking you up to help. Be down in five minutes or she’ll probably break down the door.” I grumbled and got to my feet to dress. Five minutes later, I was eating an omelet. My s****r speared a breakfast sausage with a fork and stuck it in her mouth, catching my eye. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Neither of my parents seemed to have noticed, absorbed in their own meals. After she swallowed her bite, Krista asked, “So, what’s the big f****y togetherness plan for today?” “Please God don’t let it be another board game,” I muttered, loudly enough to be overheard by everybody. Friday night we’d spent playing Pictionary. Sure it was fun but I was starting to get sick of board games. Actually, I was way past sick of board games. “There’s ...