Nudity Loves Company

By Roy

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Jack, at 9, was what you might call a rough and tumble example of boyhood. He and his friends pounded through the house periodically, disturbing his Mother’s reading or his Father’s work on the computer. On the other hand, his sister Jean, 11, was considered Little Miss Perfect by their parents, and Jack thought so too. She was always friendly and helpful and had gotten him out of more than one jam.

Jack’s parents weren’t well-to-do, so money was almost always in short supply. Jack, to his disappointment, typically received clothes for Christmas and birthdays. He was inordinately hard on clothes with frequent rip and tears from falls or sharp limbs. His parents had both spoken to him about it, but their words didn’t seem to have the desired effect.

He came in one day with a long jagged rip in the knee of a brand new pair of jeans. His Father, looking up from the computer saw the damage and said sternly, “Jack! You have ruined a brand new pair of jeans. If you can’t take care of your clothes, we’ll just take them away! For the next twenty-four hours, you have to go without clothes!”

Jack sputtered, “How am I going to eat?”

“You will eat just like always . . . at the table. It’s either that or you won’t eat at all,” his Father told him.

“I’m covering up my stuff when I come down!” said Jack belligerently.

“Then it doesn’t count!” said his Mother. “You’ll just have to do twenty-four more hours.”

“I’m not going to do it !” Jack asserted.
“Oh, yes you are!” his Father countered.

Jack came down to breakfast the next morning in his jockey shorts.

His Mother pointed back upstairs, saying “No nude, no food,” and Jack, with a black look, turned around and went back to his room.

Jack was rummaging around in his desk and found a fuzz covered, musty candy bar at the back of a drawer. “This’ll get me through lunch. I’ll show them!” he thought to himself.

When he didn’t show up for lunch his parents wondered why, but they were strong-willed people, just like Jack, so they resolved to see it through. They told Jean what the situation and she decided to go up and see him after lunch without telling her parents.

She tapped on his door and he responded, “GO AWAY!”

“It’s me, Little Brother,” she answered, and received a grudging, “Come in.” Jack was wearing his jockeys.

“The ‘rents told me what the situation is. I’m sorry.”

“You’re not half as sorry as I am. It looks like they’re serious about this naked thing.”

“Yeah! Maybe the only way to do it is go through it!”

“What do you mean?”

“Give ‘em what they ask for and act like it doesn’t bother you.”

“Oh yeah? How would you like to have to run around the house naked?”

“You may not remember, Little Brother, but I went through a naked stage, before you were old enough to remember. I liked it. The ‘rents had a hell of a time getting clothes on me.”

“No shit? How can that help me?”

“Would you like a naked partner? I could relive some of my naked period.”

“Do you mean you’d do that for me?”

“Haven’t I always helped you out?”

“Yes, you have. If we did it as though it was the most normal thing in the world, it would really piss them off!”

“Let’s do it.,” and with that, Jean started shedding her clothes.

I couldn’t resist yanking down my briefs, wrapping my arms around Jean and rubbing my body against hers. “That feels good, Little Brother, especially that hard cock poking me in the stomach.”

“Oops, my bad.”

“Are you ready to go to dinner with all your flags flying?”

“With you beside me, you’re damn right!”

A couple of hours later, hand in hand, we went down the stairs to dinner as though there wasn’t a thing unusual about our appearance.

When we entered the dining room, our Mother’s mouth flew open and our Father’s jaw dropped. “What the hell is this?” my father bellowed.

“Reporting as ordered, sir,” I said in my best military voice.

“This is not exactly what I had in mind,” my Father said. “Why is Jean naked?”

“She said that she did it when she was little, and missed it, and was starting the habit again.”

“Like hell, she is!” shouted my Father. How can we get out of this cockamamie situation?”

“If you would buy me some thrift store play clothes and I put them on right after school every day, my school clothes wouldn’t get mangled,” I offered.

“Done,” said my Father. Go put some clothes on, you two!”

As soon as we got out of sight, we high fived. “Thanks Big Sister,” I told her.

“No problem, Little Brother,” she replied.

(The End)