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Chapter 2
The next day after school, the great purge began. Mom went into each of our rooms and confiscated 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 enforced family 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 family.
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 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 sister 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 confiscated even the music players. "If we want music, we'll sing as a family." 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 family, 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 kids 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 mine? It's got a pink skin on it. I'll cover you." I thought about it, shrugged. Why not? I asked her to hold mine, and then went back in for it. It didn't take long; I'd already seen where it was.
When I gave her hers, she smiled. "Thanks." Then Mom came around the corner. She must have come out through the side door instead of from the back, where Krista could see her coming. I imagine she heard something downstairs and snuck around that way deliberately to try to surprise us, to catch us in the act.
We both tried to hide our phones behind our backs, but it was too late, she'd seen everything. "That's it. Just for that, we're going to two weeks."
"Two weeks?" I cried. It was inhuman.
"And every time you break one of the rules again, we'll go another one. You want to try me?" She held her hands out. "Give me the phones."
Krista sighed and turned over hers. I followed suit. Mom went back inside. "Nice going," Krista said.
"Hey, if I didn't go back for yours, I would have gotten away clean. You were supposed to keep watch." She stalked off.
Krista made the next move in the rebellion against the Unplugged Challenge. Monday morning, as we headed towards the bus, I joked about another long boring night of board games ahead of us. "Have fun with that," she said. "I'm spending the night at Quinn's."
"What? You want to stretch out another week of this?"
She smiled. "It's not against the rules to visit friends after school, so long as I'm home before curfew."
"She'll just order you back."
She gave a smug smirk. "How's she going to do that? It's not MY fault if I don't have my cell phone on me, is it?"
She had a point, and a good plan. So I copied it. After school I spent a couple hours at a friend's place, enjoying his Internet while suffering through some of his good-natured razzing about all the ways my life must suck without access.
As usual, the rebellion was short lived. By the time I returned home, because his parents wouldn't let me stay for dinner, Mom was there and guessed what we were up to. I talked her out of extending the punishment on the grounds that we technically hadn't broken any rules, at least not that she could prove, but that just made Mom make a new rule. No going out to friends without explicit permission. Krista learned of it a few hours later when she made it back.
I expected that was coming, but it felt pretty good to get away with it the one time. Mom can talk all she wants about how computers are distancing us from each other, but to be connected again, even for a couple hours, was worth it.
However, there was one problem my little rebellion still hadn't solved. It was probably my biggest problem with the Unplugged Challenge, the one I wouldn't have told anybody. The boredom was aggravating, of course. Nights seemed to take twice as long and I was almost grateful for school just so that I could talk to my friends. But I could have suffered through all that with only token complaints. My real problem was jacking off.
I'd masturbated pretty much every night since I was twelve. It was how I relaxed, how I got to sleep, how I dealt with the pressure of all the hotties at my school, or accidentally seeing my sister in just a bra and panties. I wasn't proud of that last one, but the dick doesn't know right from wrong, it just responds. I didn't just do it at night, but it was usually the safest time, since my family had a habit of not knocking during the day. While the sun was up, my Mom and sister would sometimes just barge into my room without warning, and it was only after dark that knocking became standard etiquette, although by no means certain. Usually I was too paranoid to start before it was time for bed. At night it was quiet enough that I could hear somebody approaching, and I had an excuse for being under the covers, so I considered it 'safe'.
But since we'd started this stupid Challenge, I hadn't jacked off to completion, not once. It was the opposite problem from daytime before. It was just too damn quiet at night.
All the modern technologies, they don't just provide entertainment, information, a connection to our social life. They also provide background noise. If everybody's watching TV they're not likely to notice the soft, repetitive motion coming from my room as I lay in bed, pulling up and down on my stiff prick, my bed shaking and floor creaking ever-so-faintly as I did. And even if nobody else is watching TV, I can turn up my TV loud to cover the noise.
Without television, without the computer, it seemed every sound in the house was magnified. I could hear my Dad clear his throat three rooms away. I was just too scared to masturbate, afraid of the embarrassment that would ensue from them hearing me and knowing what I was doing. Mom and Dad might not say anything, but I'd see it in their eyes, and I was afraid Krista would tease me mercilessly about it.
I can't even be sure they would hear me if I tried, but in that awful silent house with no computers, fear made me hold back from doing any more than a light stroke, or what I called Penis Pushups, where I flexed the muscles around my dick, making my erection pop up if I was lying on my back or press into the bed if I was on my stomach. That wasn't enough to get off to, but it was just enough to get me even more horny and frustrated.
I could have taken care of it in the shower, but different neuroses and anxieties would come into play, then, the absurd certainty that my showers were being timed and they'd notice an extra long shower, or that my spunk would clog the drain or, worse, wouldn't wash down and I wouldn't notice it, but whoever showered after me, would. It was a silly fear, but I've got a lot of silly fears. It's the thing I hate most about myself.
I cursed myself when I realized that, if I hadn't gone to my friend's place, I would have had some time alone in the house after school to take care of the problem. A few days longer and I probably would have broken down and just gotten off in 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 sister had Tumbling after school, one of the things I'd learned from our family 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"
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✨ Hey Fam, Got Something Awesome for You! ✨
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— Forbidden_Lust