Unleashed: a Challenging Day
Copyright© 2025 by TMax
Chapter 25: The Comfort of Home
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 25: The Comfort of Home - A challenging day for a petite teenage girl, as she navigates school, friend drama, and the most sadistic (sexual) challenge she has ever attempted. Will she succeed in the challenge? Will she get the guy or the girl? Does she even want the guy or the girl? A twenty-four-chapter story (released every Monday) that twists, turns, and drips. Set in an alternative timeline with enhanced students and North America at war (though no war stuff in this first story :)
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft/ft ft Teenagers Reluctant Lesbian School Superhero Science Fiction Alternate History Rough Exhibitionism Fisting Masturbation Sex Toys Voyeurism Public Sex Small Breasts Slow
The moon hung high in the sky, and it smelled like rain. I couldn’t see any clouds, but parts of the sky had black patches over the sparkles. A dog barked in the distance, and a glass smashed somewhere too close for comfort. I walked quickly, not out of fear, but because I needed sleep and the comfort of my bed.
Nothing appeared different. I knew what I did would change my life forever, but the lights still cast a blue-tinged light, the trees waved in the breeze, and the people inside the houses still ignored me.
I didn’t feel different, tired, and sore, but not different inside. The other girls talked about how the heavens opened when they lost their virginity, Cin claimed the earth shook, and Hel said everything looked brighter, and food tasted better. But I felt nothing, except a pang of regret, that maybe I had made a mistake. Like when I snuck a cookie at my eighth birthday party. They looked so good, raisin oatmeal, but one less cookie meant someone else didn’t get one. I gave mine to my sister, which pleased Mom and Dad but made Zer feel guilty that I, the birthday girl, didn’t get a cookie. Worse, Mom blamed herself for not making enough, and worried that she had ruined my birthday. The orgy felt like a life lesson that I wouldn’t understand until much later, possibly too late.
And yet, I had finished the challenge, had an orgy, and made almost enough money to buy out my contract. Today might turn out more like when I successfully passed the one-ton mark in bench press - sore, tired, pleased, with the effort and result, but already looking forward to the next challenge. But how could I top today? What challenge could surpass this?
Our two-story home materialized from the black background. The living room light leaked out the sides of our dark red curtains. The blue trim looked blacker than navy against the white walls. I debated about going in the front door, because the metal door would rattle and wake Mom, if she had already gone to bed, or Dad would ask about the night, as he sat in the front room and watched TV. However, they would have locked the back door, and I couldn’t use my window because Grandma had planted Great Grandma’s yellow roses under it.
The door squeaked as I opened it. “Good thing I hadn’t fixed it yet,” Dad said from the couch as he rubbed his eyes. The TV had the latest news about the ceasefire, a cup of cold, half-full coffee sat on the end table in Dad’s second favorite mug, the one with Zer’s kindergarten handprints on it. The mug I gave him in kindergarten remained his favorite and would likely stay that way until he had grandkids.
I removed my jacket, kicked off my shoes into the pile beside the door, waved to Dad, and said, “Good night.” He said nothing but shut off the TV and grabbed his cup from the end table.
I rushed up the stairs and went straight to the shower, because I needed to wash off the cum and sweat. Thank goodness Dad didn’t want to talk, because I reeked of sex. I set up my phone in the lower right corner for my last stream of the day. “Well, I know everyone enjoyed the show. A quick shower, then bed,” I said.
I hummed and soaped until Zer burst in, slammed the door, and pulled the shower curtain aside. “Why are you having another shower?” she asked. She stood in Dad’s old school shirt, which she now used as pajamas, and her chubby cheeks and eyes had the same rose tint.
“Fuck off, I can have two showers if I want,” I said. I didn’t scream; I had fans on my phone, but I wanted to. I also didn’t add, ‘Get the fuck out!’ like I wanted to.
Zer removed her shirt and tossed it in the space between the toilet and the sink. Her chest had grown since I saw it, round, firm globes that hadn’t drooped with gravity yet. She had small nipples like mine. Her cute little belly jiggled above her sparse, auburn pubic hair. Her thighs and hips stuck out wider than her shoulders, and her legs tapered down to thin ankles and tiny feet.
“Zer, what the fuck?” I said, as she stepped in and closed the curtains. Water beaded on her red chest and pooled in her deep belly button, the mist brightened her face, and she looked gorgeous. She didn’t need make-up; her natural red lips, deep-set eyes, and rosy cheeks made everyone jealous, and her inability to understand how naturally attractive she looked meant that she didn’t have that pretty girl sneer or attitude.