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Fast Break at Breakfast
Timmy dragged himself downstairs, still thoroughly exhausted and his dick throbbing as if he'd wanked it several times in a row last night, but at least it didn't feel chafed. After sleeping on his bare bed, he had barely managed to dress himself and he even had to use his Saturday pink hat because the Friday one was missing. But none of that bothered him as he dropped his backpack by the front door and headed to the kitchen.
The thought of dealing with his parents this morning didn't thrill him, but it was likely they'd never suspect a thing, much less even acknowledge that he had been gone for most of the night. Remembering how terribly loud their snoring had been when he got home earlier, he assumed they had slept peacefully all night and would be in a good mood.
He let out a big, long yawn that showed off his beautiful teeth while he walked into kitchen, barely looking as he clambered onto his chair. His eyes finally opened and he glanced across the table. “Good morning, Vicky,” he chirped. The most evil teenage girl in the universe, wearing his father's bathrobe, glared at him with seething hatred.
It didn't matter: he was the happiest boy in the world.
“Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad,” he cheerfully sang out to his parents as his father cooked breakfast and his mother finished writing a bank cheque. “Dad's cooking? What's the occasion?”
His rapidly flipped several pancakes and cheerfully answered, “Oh, we have some good news for you, Timmy.”
“And then we have some great news,” his mother beamed as she presented the cheque to Vicky. The evil girl snapped it away and then looked at it glumly. Suddenly, her eyebrows went up and she looked back at Mrs. Turner, who just smiled. Vicky subtly lifted the robe's collar and stuck it into her worn-out training bra.
His mother continued to explain, “The good news is that Vicky will be spending a lot more time with us, mostly on the weekends.” Vicky grumbled something, eliciting a stern look from the woman. The babysitter immediately silenced herself. “It's not like you aren't being paid a lot better for it,” his mother quietly snapped.
Timmy knew his heart should have been sinking at that announcement, but happiest boy in the world here!
His father served him a plate covered with cheese-scrambled eggs, large pancakes, strips of sirloin steak, chocolate drops, bacon, and marshmallows.
“And what's the great news,” Timmy asked casually. He wrapped a strip of bacon around a marshmallow and popped it in his mouth.
His dad tried to explain tactfully, “Well, your mother and I have been thinking about how much time you've been spending out of the house lately.”
The words should have raised alarm bells in his head, but Timmy just shrugged his shoulders and started mixing the chocolate into the eggs.
“Yes, dear,” his mother chimed in. “It's not nearly enough, especially after the wonderful job you did taking care of the Trixie's house last night. It's clear that you need to spend more time away from home.”
Dad cut in, “Yeah, Mr. Tang even called this morning and said he'd love you to come over more. He said you fixed a bunch of stuff that he had been working on, and apparently you made Trixie something nice while you were there...”
“Oh,” Timmy interrupted. “So you two will, say, bring me over to Trixie's anytime I want?”
His mother suddenly scrunched up her face a little and clarified, “Actually, he said your father and I aren't to come within three-hundred yards, but he'll send a car for you. Why don't you see if you can spend the weekend there... well, or with Chester if you want.”
“But don't you want me home for Mother's Day?” no one noticed him asking.
“So, Timmy, from now on your allowance will be based on how many nights you spend at someone else's house. Five dollars for school nights and ten dollars for weekends,” his father explained.
“A-hem!” his mother coughed.
“Plus reasonable entertainment expenses,” he reluctantly added. “Just make sure your homework's done and all your grades are good.”
Timmy suddenly looked up in shock, almost unable to believe his ears. “What was that? You actually care how I do in school?... in anything?”
“We don't want to arouse suspi... er, make your schoolwork suffer, dear,” his mother pleasantly told him.
He shrugged and went back to his breakfast. “So, what's Vicky going to be doing?” he finally thought to ask.
His mother gave him one of those long gooey kisses on his cheek, but it didn't have the usual effect for some reason. “Just boring adult stuff... I'll explain someday when your father's not around,” she said with a happy giggle. His dad joined in with a chuckle, but soon their laughter grew louder, booming maniacally throughout the house.
“Uh, I gotta catch the bus,” Timmy said nervously while grabbing a few pancakes and getting up. He quickly got his backpack and went outside to wait for the bus, even though it wasn't due for twenty minutes.
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