Timmy and Tammie

Stripped For Florida: Timmy and Tammie

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Timmy lay on his back playing with his penis. He'd always loved playing with himself--what boy doesn't--but at 11 he had a newfound obsession with pleasuring himself. His 9 year old sister was in the other room doing her homework, but he didn't care. She'd seen him naked her whole life. Since his hand was usually grasping his dick when he was naked, she'd seen plenty of that, too. The two of them were home alone and Timmy was taking advantage of the chance to have the living room to himself.

He stroked himself harder and harder, getting closer and closer to orgasm. He closed his eyes and felt the gathering intensity that would spill over any moment into that delightful feeling of ejaculation. Timmy had been enjoying playing with himself a lot this last year, but it was only in the last few weeks that quantities of white fluid had spurt out when he came. He loved, just loved, the feeling of release! He could almost feel the fluid churning in his balls, just a few more strokes and . . .

The door opened and his father and mother walked in chatting about something. There was nothing Timmy could do but stop stroking and feel the jets of sperm shoot into the air, one after another. His hips, which had been arched up into the air slowly slumped back toward the carpet and he lay there panting and looking up at his parents with wide eyes. To make matters worse his sister was leaning against the doorway on the other side of the room, a mischievous grin on her face. In true sibling fashion Timmy immediately assigned blame to her for not keeping his parents from walking in on him. That this was completely irrational didn't stop him one bit.

As soon as he recovered enough breath to speak he yelled out, "I hate you Tammie! Why'd you let me lie here in the living room and make a fool of myself."

Tammie's grin disappeared. She turned on her heal and said softly, "Fuck you, Timmy" as she left the room.

"It's nice to see you two still get along so well," his father said sarcastically. "Clean up the carpet and go to your room. Your mother and I will be in to speak to you momentarily."

Timmy got a rag, cleaned the carpet and yelled out, "I hate everybody!" and went to his room, slamming the door on his way.

In a few minutes his mother and father knocked and came in without waiting for an answer. His mother sat down at his desk and swiveled the chair to look at Timmy who was sulking on the bed. He was still naked, his penis red and shriveled. His father sat down on the edge of the bed next to him.

"Son, before your mother or I say anything, is there anything you'd like us to hear from you?" his father asked.

"No."

"Are you sure? Because your mother and I have some plans for you that will change your life dramatically. This is a good time to speak up before we announce them to you."

"I'm sure."

"Okay, here's the deal. We've noticed that you're growing up and going through a lot of bodily changes. That's really wonderful and your mother and I appreciate that what you're feeling and doing are completely normal for any boy."

"Yeah . . . "

"We suspect that your outburst today may be related to the fact that you don't think you should be naked, or playing with yourself, or cumming when we're around, or can see you, or in the living room; something like that. Is that right?"

"Um, yeah . . . "

"You were busy masturbating before we came home; so you obviously didn't mind doing it while your sister was around."

"What's masturbating?"

"Playing with your penis -- or a girl playing with her clitoris and vagina."

"Oh."

"I'm asking again, you didn't mind doing it while your sister was around, right?"

"Yeah, I guess not."

"Well, you don't need to be ashamed to do it in front of your parents, either."

"Hmm . . . "

"Just to make sure that you understand that, we have some new family rules for you."

"What about Tammie, does she have to have new rules, too?"

Timmy's mother spoke up. "We'll see. Right now we're talking with you. We'll discuss her rules when we talk to her."

Timmy waited.

"Okay," said his dad, "you are required to be naked at all times while you are home."

"As soon as you get home from school," added his mother, "you are to undress on the back deck, put your clothes in the washing machine and come inside naked."

"If you're playing in the yard, naked. If you're inside, naked. When you're eating meals, naked. While you're practicing your violin, naked. When you go to bed at night, naked."

"Okay, okay, okay, I get it: naked. I have to be naked."

"You will also make yourself come in front of your family every morning at breakfast."

"What?"

"We want you to be proud of your body, son," explained his mother.

"I'm sure you come every morning anyway," said his dad.

"Yeah."

"So, the only difference is you'll be standing in the kitchen to do it."

"Also," added his mother, "you will make yourself come at any time that one of your family members requests it--as long as you've had a reasonable time to recover since the last time."

"What do you mean?" asked Timmy.

"You just came, correct?" asked his dad.

"Yeah."

"How soon until you can come again?"

"I don't get it, dad. What do you mean? I can come again whenever I want."

His dad looked over at his mom and chuckled, "Ah, to be young!"

"Don't make fun of me, dad."

"I'm sorry, Timmy, I had just forgotten how easy it is to come over and over again at your age."

"Hmmphh."

"So, are the rules clear?" asked his mother.

"Yeah."

"Alright, so to start with I don't want you sulking in your room. Get up and do your homework, practice your violin and then join us for an afternoon snack."

"Give me five minutes."

"I'm timing you, Timmy, so don't push it," his mother warned.

"Okay."

When Timmy's mother checked on him 15 minutes later she found the naked boy sitting at his desk doing his homework. He practiced his violin in the living room as was his habit, but after that there was silence and no Timmy.

"Timmy!" she called.

Hearing no answer she went to his room to find him lying on his bed looking dreamily at the ceiling and playing with his stiffie.

"Timmy!"

"Huh! Oh, I'm sorry mom." The boy moved his hand away from his penis and started to sit up.

"Sorry for what?"

"Um, never mind, I wasn't doing anything."

"Sorry that I caught you playing with yourself?"

"Um, yeah."

"You can play with yourself as much as you like. That isn't anything to hide. But, you were supposed to come into the other room for a snack after your practice."

"Oh, okay. You want me naked?"

"Of course I want you naked!"

Timmy came into the other room. Tammie and his father were already snacking on cut up apples, cheese wedges and crackers. Timmy's mother put a big glass of milk on the table. "Timmy, this is for you, but first we'd like you to finish that little session you were having in the other room. Why don't you stand right there and play until you come."

"That's okay, I'm fine. I'm ready for my snack."

"I know you're fine, Timmy, but we'd love to see you come. That's an order!"

While Timmy stood in the middle of the kitchen jacking off to orgasm, his mother let everyone know that she had an announcement to make. "As soon as Timmy manages to come I have great news about next summer!"

Tammie kept eating her snack, head toward her plate, but her eyes looked slantwise at Timmy, waiting for his orgasm. He leaned back, his penis jutting forward as fluid spurted in a jet towards the table.

"That was excellent Timmy. We're going to enjoy a great many performances just like that. Go get a rag to clean up the floor and then I'll make my announcement."

A few minutes later Timmy and Tammie's mother said, "Your father and I have managed to get a great package deal discount on a Florida vacation. We'll be going as soon as school lets out in June."

The kids screamed and hollered, bubbling over with excitement about beaches and theme parks and questions about how they would get to Florida, where they would stay and for how long. Their parents answered as many of the questions as they could and then provided the answer to one unasked question.

"We also thought we'd let you know what you'll be wearing in Florida," said their dad.

The two siblings looked at him quizzically. "Well," said their mom, "Timmy will be used to his outfit by then, I'm sure, as he'll be wearing exactly what he is now." The boy's face blanched, but his mother continued, "and Tammie will be joining him."

(The End)