"The Unplugged Challenge" - Sex Stories

"The Unplugged Challenge"

... the shower and damn the consequences, but I knew there was a window coming up where I could take care of it safely. Thursday my s****r had Tumbling after school, one of the things I’d learned from our f****y sharing time. Since it was a school activity, she had Mom’s permission to go as usual, despite the restrictions on our social lives. Mom and Dad would both be at work for an hour and a half after I got home I’d only need about 15 minutes at most to rub one out, probably more like 5 as keyed up as I was, although the lack of Internet porn to get me started might stretch the duration out a little bit. Still, either way, there was plenty of time. I just had to hold out until Thursday. It was tough, but I managed it. By the time Thursday actually rolled around, I had built it up in my head as the most epic masturbation session ever. I started to get hard in class even just thinking about fapping. Luckily, I was seated way in the back of the class and was able to f***e other thoughts into my head by the time the class was over. I missed my bus because a friend was talking my ear off, and I didn’t feel like I could say, “Shut up, I need to go touch myself,” but it was only a ten minute walk, which would leave me an hour and fifteen minutes once I got home. Even longer because, although it was a ten minute walk, I broke into a run for the home stretch. Once I unlocked the door, I kicked my shoes aside and stopped in the bathroom for the hand lotion dispenser. Usually I didn’t ...

... need that, but I wanted it to feel extra nice this time, since it might well be my last time before the challenge was over. Then, in my room, I pulled my shirt off, and then my jeans and underwear, and lay down over the covers. Normally I didn’t strip naked just to jack off, but I feared with all the cum I’d built up, I’d spray all over the place like a fire hose. With one hand I grabbed a few tissues from the Kleenex box on my nightstand, and then I lubed up my other hand, and got to work. I was only a few seconds into it, feeling good as it usually does, when I heard a sudden creak and a gasp. My eyes opened, and there was my s****r, standing in my door. One of my worst nightmares, come true, especially as the look of shock slowly transformed into an amused smirk. “What the fuck?” I cried as I covered my dick with one hand and groped around with my other for something to cover it with. “What are you doing home?” “Tumbling was cancelled.” Shit. Just my luck. Maybe I should have paid more attention to the morning announcements. “Well, don’t you ever knock?” “Sorry, I wanted to see if you wanted to play cards or something to kill time. I didn’t think you’d be doing… that. Don’t you usually do that at bedtime?” I stared in horror. She knew. Who else knew? I’d found a pillow and covered myself with it, still, unfortunately, hard. I wish I could cover my face with another pillow, it was burning and almost certainly bright red. I hated people seeing me blush almost as much as I ...