Robbie 1
By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2016 by Willie B., all rights reserved
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Robbie
by Willie B Florida
comments welcome to:
williebflorida@gmail.com
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PART 1
Jim watched newly
arrived passengers emerge
from beyond the security perimeter. He was waiting for his son to
arrive on the
last leg of his journey from San Diego, already delayed three hours by
thunderstorms in Atlanta. A
man in a
business suit with his jacket thrown over his shoulder walked out
briskly as he
pulled a small valise on wheels behind him.
A gaggle of young women were joined by three more friends
as soon as
they passed the security sign, all of them talking at once and
exchanging hugs
and kisses. A
family of four trudged
past Jim, their fatigue evident. The
two
young boys lagged behind the parents, each lugging his own small travel
case. A little girl
held her mother's
hand as they walked out of the corridor and into the large waiting area.
"We're back in Florida,
honey," the
mother told her daughter. As she spoke she lifted the girl up into the
air and
set her down on a low table top between two benches. Jim watched as the
mother
unbuttoned the girl's dress and lifted it over her head. The girl--Jim guessed her
to be four or five
years old--wasn't wearing any underwear, and was now naked. "Got to take your shoes
off, too,"
her mother crooned. "That's it, now you're stripped again." The girl smiled and
reached to give her
mother a hug.
"Dad?"
Distracted by watching
the little girl's
denuding, Jim had missed seeing his own son come down the corridor.
"Robbie!" Jim instinctively reached
to hug his son, but
the just-turned teenager pulled back with embarrassment.
"Um, Dad," the boy
gestured at the
red-clad Delta employee waiting patiently next to him.
"Oh, right. Good
evening," Jim acknowledged
the woman.
"Good evening, you
would be Robbie's
father?"
"That's right. Thank
you so much--I'm
assuming you accompanied him on the flight?"
"Just from Atlanta, sir. I'll need to see your
identification and if
you'll just step over to the counter I can have you sign that you've
received
the young master in good condition." The middle-aged woman's eyes
twinkled. "You have
a good time in
Florida! Robbie
tells me this is his
first time visiting the Sunshine State," she addressed Jim.
"Yes, that's right. I've only moved here
myself within the last
few months."
Walking over to the
Delta customer service
counter Robbie looked up at the huge backlit Stripped For Florida
display,
featuring the oddly identical "twins" of opposite genders. Seeing their obvious
nudity the boy quickly
looked back down again, only to be confronted by the sight of the young
SFF
employee, an attractive, very naked young woman with shapely breasts
and a
completely shaved pubic area. She
was
chatting with the parents of two very tired-looking boys who were in
the
process of being undressed.
"You can keep their
clothes until you're
ready to leave the state, or put them in our donation box here if you
won't be
needing them anymore," the nude young woman was saying.
"It's a lot different
from
California!" the Delta flight attendant caught Robbie's eye and gave
him a
wink. The
thirteen-year old blushed
furiously and failed to come up with a reply.
"It's been wonderful traveling with you.
Enjoy your stay!" And
with that Robbie and Jim were on their
own.
"It's great to see you
son, do you have
any checked bags?"
"Just what I have
here," the boy
indicated the pack on his back. "Um, it's great to see you, too,
Dad."
"I'm really sorry it's
been so long. I've
been settling in here, adjusting to Florida, working things out with
your mom .
. . "
"It's okay. I understand."
"But, you're here for
the summer--and
you'll be back again at Christmas."
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"Um, we're going to . .
. you know . . .
we're visiting who?"
"We're staying at a
motel next to the
airport tonight. Then we're meeting up with Marie at her sister's place
in the
forest--the Ocala National Forest, that is.
Her sister's name is Charlene and she's got two
daughters--your new
cousins--Trin and Stace."
"Marie. What am I
supposed to call
her?"
"You can just call her
Marie."
"Oh.
Okay, that's good. I
thought
you'd want me to call her mom or something."
Jim laughed.
"No, you've already got a perfectly good mom."
Robbie nodded, his face
serious.
"Diane and I have gone
through a difficult
time, but I know that she's an excellent mother--and person--and we
both love
you very much."
"Yeah, I know."
"It's true, Robbie. And I hope you'll find
that Marie loves you
very much as well."
"Dad! She hasn't even
met me."
"No, not yet. And you
can call Charlene
'Auntie' if you like. She'd appreciate it."
"I'm really hungry. Is
there anywhere to
eat?"
"Goodness. I forgot
they don't feed you on
planes anymore," Jim exclaimed. "The airport's pretty shut down, but
we can stop at Waffle House on the way to our motel."
"Waffle House?"
"It's Florida, Robbie!"
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The house was nestled
into a clearing in the
forest. A deep
porch wrapped around all
four sides, with a second story above.
The
bright metal roof glinted mid-morning sunlight in sharp contrast to the
dark
unpainted wood exterior. French doors opened onto one large room that
made up
the entire downstairs. From
the moment
they arrived Robbie was caught up in sensations of the unfamiliar. There was his new "Auntie"
Charlene
who crushed him in a big hug and then set about asking him about all
his food
preferences.
"We're packing a picnic
for our outing to
Glen Springs," she explained. "They'll
check the cooler for contraband, but there's nothing they can do to
stop us
bringing in food."
Robbie nodded,
absolutely mystified.
Then there was his new
non-mom, his Dad's
girlfriend, Marie. "I'm
so glad to
meet you Robbie. I
just want you to know
that I'm thrilled to be part of your family."
"Um, yeah, I'm glad to
meet you,
too." He hesitated,
and then added
almost under his breath, "Marie."
Marie gave him a wet
kiss on the forehead. Robbie
resisted the urge to wipe off the saliva, sure that Marie would be
offended.
There was another
woman, who Charlene
introduced as Cherie, and who for some reason his dad had never
mentioned. Robbie
wasn't sure if she lived here or was
visiting, but she seemed very comfortable and, well, then there were
his new
cousins. The
youngest of these, Stace,
could not have been more than two years old and was nestled stark naked
on
Cherie's lap. Her
legs were wide open
and Cherie was unabashedly fingering the little girl right between her
legs. Robbie tried
to tear his gaze
away. He was quite
obviously staring,
but nobody seemed to notice.
"I'll just go bring our
stuff in from the
car," Robbie's father announced.
"You can put it in the
room right at the
top of the stairs," Charlene replied, "There's a bathroom up there,
too, if you need to freshen up. We're hoping to get going
in about an
hour."
"Robbie, Robbie, I'm your
new cousin!" yelled another little girl, plummeting herself down the
stairs and running straight into him.
"Trin! Careful or you'll
knock the poor boy over!" Charlene chastised her good-naturedly.
Robbie reached out to keep from
falling over, only to find himself confronted with another naked girl.
"I'm Trin!" the girl
announced.
"Hi." Robbie answered
back.
"I'm nine years old. My
birthday is in 22 days and then I'll be ten.
How old are you? How
come you're
not stripped?"
"Here, Robbie, can you sit
here for a moment and take over with Stace?"
Charlene pulled herself out of
the armchair and placed the naked Stace in Robbie's arms without
waiting for an
answer.
"I'll get the charcoal and
brazier out of the shed," Charlene announced over her shoulder as she
walked out onto the porch through the french doors.
Robbie sat down and Stace
promptly snuggled herself into a comfy position and grabbed for his
hand.
"She wants you to keep
doing her clitty," Trin explained helpfully.
In response to the boy's blank
look Trin added, "You know, just twiddle her a bit.
It feels reallllly good!"
Trin mimed swooning into ecstasy.
Stace took his hand and placed
it right on her vulva and tried to move Robbie's hand back and forth. Robbie suddenly realized
what the girl wanted
and at the same moment realized he was hard as a rock.
He was embarrassed and greatly relieved that
nobody would know that this bizarre situation had him aroused.
"Got all the stuff put
away," Jim announced, coming down the stairs. "Anything I can do to
help get ready?"
"I think we've got it
almost all under control," Marie replied, meeting him at the bottom of
the
stairs with a kiss. "Be sure to bring your swim suit, honey."
"She is just so sweet on
you, Jim," Charlene teased her sister.
"So how come you're not
stripped?" Trin persisted, leaning her naked body across Robbie and
reaching down to put her finger in her sister's mouth. "She likes to
suck
on your thumb or finger. It's
like
nursing if she can't get a booby. So how come?"
"Um, I don't know"
Robbie shrugged, not sure of the question, or the answer.
"Lot's of boys--and girls
even--are stripped and some aren't.
I've
never worn clothes my entire life!"
She stood up and did a little twirling dance in the middle
of the room.
"Well, I'm not even from
Florida," Robbie explained.
"They don't do that in California."
"What's California?"
"It's a different
state. Just like
Florida is a state,
California is another state. In
Florida
you have the Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf of Mexico.
In California there are mountains and the
Pacific Ocean."
"Cool. You know what, I
want Robbie stripped!"
Stace, impatient with Robbie's
technique, tried to separate his index finger from the rest and put it
into
position at her vaginal opening."
"She wants you to put your
finger up inside. Curl it just a bit like this," she demonstrated with
her
own finger, "and put it right up inside along the front. It just feels so yummy
like that. I do
want him stripped."
"You know Jim, we're going
to have to take two cars." Marie said thoughtfully. "We won't all fit
in just the one. You
could take Robbie
and stop at the row of shops in Salt Springs.
They've got a strip place there."
"Yeah, two cars, that's
fine."
"You know how it is around
here," Marie said to Jim. Her
voice
was teasing but he knew she was serious. "Girls get what they want."
"That they do,"
Cherie confirmed, striding into the room, "What's a girl want now?"
"I'm just telling Jim he
can get Robbie's SFF chip at Salt Springs on the way and then meet us
at Glen
Springs. Trin is really hot to have the boy stripped and it would be a
lot
nicer if he had it done before swimming."
"Oh, sure. It isn't
a problem at all," Cherie
replied. "You've got a Florida ID and Robbie will have to have some
kind
of ID since he's not registered for school in Florida, and you'll need
something to show that you're the parent or guardian."
"I've got the court papers
with the custody agreement." Jim
felt rushed, but he didn't want to make trouble.
Things were going well in this family
and--oh, heck--Robbie would probably enjoy skinny dipping.
"Robbie," Jim looked
over and was momentarily taken aback at the sight of his son
masturbating
little Stace. He
shouldn't have been
surprised. Charlene, Cherie, and even Marie fondled those girls nearly
non-stop, especially the little one.
"She's our baby," Cherie would croon, "of course we spoil
her."
"Yes, Dad?"
"Do you have an ID of some
kind, like from school or something?"
"Sure, I had to show it to
get on the plane."
"Oh, good. If
you're almost done there we're supposed to
go in my car and meet up with everyone else at the springs."
"Yeah, no problem."
Relieved to have a reason, Robbie handed Stace to her older sister. He looked at his fingers
for a minute,
shrugged and got up. "I'll just get my stuff
and we can
go."
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