"The Unplugged Challenge" - Sex Stories

"The Unplugged Challenge"

... muttered, several times that night. Mom’s only answer was a glare, when she got tired of ignoring me. After that first game, with plenty of the night left to go, we sat around staring at each other, trying to decide what to do next. Pretty soon, my s****r left for the bathroom and returned with her iPod, ear buds in her ears. That gave me the idea to do the same with my MP3 player. Dad got out an old book. Meanwhile Mom stewed, upset that her plan wasn’t working out. The next day, Mom declared that all electronics were on the banned list, and confis**ted even the music players. “If we want music, we’ll sing as a f****y.” Then she made it even worse. “And, since we didn’t really do it right that first time, I’m extending the challenge another day.” The plan for Saturday, also stolen from Oprah, involved the f****y, both individually and as a group, cleaning the whole house. Boring, but, at least, it was better than talking. By the end of the day, I was able to see the floor of my room again. But then, another night of awkwardness stretched before us, this time longer than the last. Mom filled the silence by suggesting activities for the next couple of nights. “We could all go on a picnic. Or go hiking. Something to get us out of the house.” “Can’t we just give this up, Mom?” I asked. “This is boring. I want my Internet.” “You know, when I watched the show, the k**s all hated it at first but by the end they were really happy they’d done it,” Mom said. “So really, this is ...

... going according to plan.” “At least we’re agreed that we hate it then.” We made it through the night, barely. The next day, I broke. It was Sunday. Mom dragged us all to Church. Church. What were we, medieval peasants? We hadn’t been to church since Krista’s baptism. The preacher droned on about love and faith. Meanwhile, I was obsessing. I couldn’t get all the potential conversations I’d been missing with my friends out of my head. They knew about the challenge, laughed about it on Friday. Were they having some exciting time I couldn’t be a part of? Or were they talking about me and what a loser I was for having to go through with it? For not sneaking away? I decided I couldn’t just take it and let Mom win. Who’d respect that? So I resolved to break into the basement to get my cell phone sometime after church. I couldn’t get my computer out or hook it up without drawing too much attention, but I could keep a cell phone hidden and only use it when it was safe. Getting in wouldn’t be a problem either. There was a window with an open latch, accessible from the backyard. I’d noticed it the first day, but kept it my little secret. While Mom and Dad were busy with something inside the house, I asked to go into the backyard to get some sun. I made it in easily, but as I climbed out of the window into the backyard, Krista was there staring at me. I thought she might bust me, but she leaned down conspiratorially. “What did you get?” she whispered. I held up my cell phone. “Can you get ...