Robbie

Robbie 3

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Robbie

by Willie B Florida
comments welcome to: williebflorida@gmail.com

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PART 3

Sun, water, food and a long hike in Florida heat all added up to some seriously zonked out kids. As soon as they were loaded into the back seat they passed out asleep. Robbie's dad and Marie rode back in the one car, while Charlene squeezed in with the kids in the backseat and Marie and Cherie took the front. The drive home was quiet and the adults let the kids sleep for awhile in the car, parked in the deep twilight shade with the windows wide open to the evening breeze.

Robbie woke first, wondering where in the world he was, then why he was naked, and finally realizing that his legs were asleep from the two little girls snuggled up against him. He extricated himself from his seatbelt and woke Trin in the process.

"We better take Stace inside," Trin said, her finger automatically going to the toddler's clit as she hoisted her onto her hip. Robbie closed the car door and they walked barefoot across the sandy driveway.

After a light supper everyone sat out on the porch and listened to the spring peepers chorus through the dark. A lone frog would peep, then two more and then hundreds would join into a surging syncopated rhythm, slowly dying down into a lull of silence. Then the frog chorus would begin again. As good as any symphony!

Noting that Robbie was drifting off to sleep again, his father roused him. "Wake up sleepy head," he laughed, "time to go to bed!"

"Unnhh," the boy moaned sleepily.

"I'll just take him up to our room and get him settled down."

"I want him to sleep with me!" Trin insisted.

"But, won't you sleep better on your own?" Robbie's dad asked.

"No! I want him with me. I'll go to bed now, too. Just bring him to my room."

Marie looked at him and shrugged. "Why not? If that's what she wants."

So, Robbie was snuggled in naked alongside Trin, lights out, good-nights said.

"Sleep tight."

"Goodnight, Dad."

"So, is that your only Dad?" Trin asked, as soon as they were alone and grownup footsteps could be heard wandering back outside onto the porch.

"Um, yeah. Of course! How many dads do you have?"

"I don't have any dad!" Trin said with a touch of drama. "Stace and I are both IVF."

"What's that?"

"It means I don't have a dad. How many moms you got?"

"I have one dad and one mom . . . like normal, right?"

Trin shrugged. "I've got two moms. Charlene and Cherie. Both start with the letter C."

"My mom's in California," Robbie said.

"But now you've got Marie!" Trin said with a singsong voice.

"She's not my mom."

"Why not?"

"I mean, I was born from my mom. She and my dad, you know, and then . . . my mom got pregnant and had me . . . so she's my mom."

"Charlene got pregnant and had me--Stace, too--but Cherie's my mom, too. So, I think Marie's your mom, too, plus your mom in California. So you've got two moms and a dad." Trin's voice had a note of finality.

Robbie shrugged in the dark, thinking that argument was pointless.

"And, you don't have to say . . . 'you know' . . . cuz I know about that, too. I want you to fuck me."

A jolt went through Robbie's body and he became hyper aware of his naked skin to skin contact with Trin and his penis now suddenly hard against the weight of the sheet covering the two of them. He was even more startled when small warm fingers grasped his hard on.

"Trin!"

"Come on, I want you to fuck me!"

"You're--we're--too young, besides your my--um--we're related now, I guess."

"I'm not too young, so you're not too young and we're not any more related than your dad and Marie!"

Robbie blushed, the image of his father and Marie fucking coming unbidden.

"How come, you know, your sister?"

"What about my sister? Now, she is too young to fuck, that is for sure!"

"Um, of course. That wasn't what I meant." Robbie blushed so hard in the dark that he felt like he might pass out. "How come she gets passed around to be, you know . . . like by everyone except my dad?"

"You don't have to keep saying 'you know' Robbie. Well, her moms can touch her 'cuz they're her moms and moms get to do that with their kids. And, you and I are stripped, and any stripped kids can touch each other--or fuck--," Trin jabbed him in the side with her elbow. "Your dad could do you!" Robbie jabbed her back with his elbow. "Because he's your dad, you know. But he isn't allowed to get Stace off because he's not her dad and he isn't stripped. So, you want to fuck me now?"

Robbie shook his head, trying to think clearly and came up with the age-old excuse. "It's late and we had a long day. Let's sleep now and . . . "

"We can do it later!" Trin announced triumphantly. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the mouth and turned over. "Good night!"

Robbie lay there for what seemed like hours, listening to Trin sleep soundly, her body snuggled against his. His dick stayed hard until he could no longer tell if he was awake or asleep and then it was morning.

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"Robbie won't fuck me!" Trin announced to everyone in the household.

"Trin."

"He won't! Last night he said he would, but now he won't."

Robbie had indeed managed to put Trin off for yet another 24 hours, but he was getting more confused about exactly why he was refusing.

"I just don't think girls should be able to demand anything they want!" he blurted out.

The room went silent. The women all turned to look at him, but it was his father who spoke up. "Robbie, that's really cruel. Don't you care about Trin? She's not just some demanding girl. She's your cousin. Don't you love her?"

Robbie immediately regretted his outburst. He did resent the idea in this household that girls could get everything and anything they wanted, but he did care about Trin. He turned to her shamefacedly.

"I'm sorry, Trin. I really am," he said earnestly.

"Oh, I'm not worried about that," Trin said dismissively. "Once you try it you'll change your mind. Besides, I know something else boys love," she added mischievously.

Cherie shook her head. "I don't know where that girl learns all this stuff. I mean, how many boys has she even hung out with?"

Marie laughed, but Robbie's dad caught her eyeing him lasciviously. "We're just going for a little walk," Marie announced, much to her sister's amusement who hadn't missed a beat.

"Don't be gone long," Charlene put in, "remember we're going over to Daytona Beach this afternoon."

Robbie considered asking for his clothes back, but decided that he could stay naked another day if they were going to a beach town. True enough, Daytona was filled with stripped kids, residents and tourists alike. They ate "Down Under" -- a rustic wooden structure directly under a soaring modern concrete bridge to the mainland -- with a spectacular view of tiny islands, one completely covered with nesting birds and the other filled edge to edge with mobile homes that looked like they'd been situated there for the good part of half a century. To add to the view, the food was excellent: ice tea, twirly sweet potato fries and large baskets of delicious and very filling shrimp. Afterwards they drove the short distance to the beach, rolled the car down the causeway and right out onto the sand where Trin and Robbie played in the waves for hours as twilight settled over the city and the lights of eleven miles of condos came on in staggered patterns.

"Shark time," Cherie warned, "time to come in."

The kids gave one last longing glance out over the waves and plodded onto the sand, shaking themselves dry like two dogs. They were fast asleep in the back seat before the car even crossed the bridge.

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Robbie was swimming in the warm Atlantic Ocean off Daytona Beach. The waves washing over his body elicited spasms of exquisite pleasure that pulsed through every nerve ending of his body. With each successive wave he became more and more aware of his penis. It grew and grew until he came to the realization that it was not the organ he had always thought it was. In fact, his penis extended like a serpent up into his pelvis and beyond, upward through his torso and at this very moment he was suddenly able to feel the other end of the shaft in his mouth, pulsing between his teeth, probing at his lips and with an explosion he filled the ocean with so much sperm that the water foamed milky white and sudsy all around him. He collapsed into the water and struggled, he was gasping, unable to breath. His penis pulled him out of the water, he was free, his lungs filled, another spasm of sperm . . . how was it possible . . . but this time the entire warmth of the ocean was focused solely on the hard shaft of his penis where it erupted out of his body. The feeling was amazing, what was it that was sucking him up and out of the water with such deliciousness? His eyes fluttered open. He blinked in confusion. He was expecting to see the wide expanse of the sky above him, but instead there was darkness. Was it night? But it should be morning. And his legs, why were they dry? Where was he? He shot another blast of sperm and fell back into the, wait . . . not into the water, but against the sheets of their bed. Their bed? He didn't sleep alone anymore, did he? With a slurp Trin pulled off Robbie's shaft and pulled her naked body up to look into his eyes.

"I told you!" she smiled smugly.

"Hnnn . .. " Robbie moaned wordlessly.

"It was better than I expected, too," Trin admitted. "Love it!"

"What . . . ?" Robbie asked blankly. "God."

"Yup."

"Did you? Do you . . . know . . . what just happened?"

Trin's face glowed and her eyes twinkled. "You came, silly," she teased him. "You got sucked!" she added triumphantly.

Robbie's dad unexpectedly popped his head around the doorframe.

"Robbie . . . I'm sorry to wake you up, I know you probably need to sleep in . . . "

"It's okay," Robbie assured him, hoping it didn't look like they'd just done what they'd just done. "We're awake."

"It's awfully early in California, but your mom is on the phone." His dad walked into the room and Robbie reached out for the cell phone.

"Hello, Mom?"

"Good morning, Honey. I'm sorry to call you so early."

"That's okay. What time is it there, anyway?"

"It's 6:30 in the morning. Listen, honey, I've got to drive all the way to Sacramento and I wanted to call before leaving. I've got a big job interview . . . "

"Oh, wow, that's cool. Is it for something good?"

"We'll see. I'd rather not be attached to the outcome. I'm sure lots of people are applying and . . . well, we'll see, okay?"

"Yeah, sure. I understand."

"So, how's Florida? Having a good time?"

Robbie hesitated. What was he supposed to say? That he was lying naked in bed and his new 9-year old cousin had just sucked him off to the most explosively awesome orgasm he never even knew was possible?

"Um, yeah, it's really great. Uh, we went swimming at this really amazing spring and we went to the beach, and . . . "

"Sounds fun. How are your new cousins? They're both a lot younger than you, right?"

"They're very nice." Robbie sounded lame, even to himself. Nice! Stace, whose intimate pleasures he was being increasingly well acquainted with. Trin who had just finished the aforementioned and was lobbying to get fucked.

"Well, I've got to get on the road. Wish me luck and don't be too hard on your dad. I love you!"

"I love you too, Mom. And good luck!" He glanced sideways at Trin to estimate her reaction to the phone call, but she had her legs squeezed tight around her fingers and looked close to coming.

His mom told him she loved him two more times and the connection went dead.

Trin had her eyes closed and was slightly red and breathing hard. Robbie glanced at her, looked up at his dad in embarrassment, and handed the phone back.

"Mom's got a job interview."

His dad nodded, glanced down at Trin and hastily made his way out of the room.

Robbie's head was swimming. His body was still reveling in post-orgasmic pleasure, while his mind was worrying over the anxieties of the past year. His parents had kept their widening disagreements from breaking out into nasty quarrels, but the mood in the house had been tense. They each had assured him that they loved him and that any decisions would be done with his best interests in mind. But how could that be, his mind screamed, when none of this had anything to do with him or his best interests? Getting divorced? He didn't want that. His dad moving to Florida, then finding a new person to get together with? Really, that was in his best interests? Landing into this extended family where girls got whatever they wanted? He grinned in spite of himself. Well, maybe if what girls wanted was to bring him out of deep sleep into crashing orgasm, he couldn't really complain about that. Although, this naked thing--I'm sorry, he thought, but that's just weird, even if it is an official so-called program of the State of Florida. His mind was filled with worry. His mom applying for a new job. Did that mean he'd have to move schools, maybe even live in another city? His mom was an administrator at the VA Hospital. He knew she had an important job, but he also knew she hated where she worked now. What kind of job was she trying to get, he wondered, and more importantly--where?

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