Samantha and Harry Potter 3

Stripped For Florida: Samantha and Harry Potter 3

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Samantha and Harry Potter

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

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PART THREE

"What! You stripped me? Dad!"

"Don't you want the surf lessons?"

"Yeah, of course, but . . . gee, do I have to do it naked?"

"You saw all the boys out there surfing. Were any of them wearing clothes?"

Rod hadn't been paying attention to their apparel. He'd been fascinated by the waves and the boards and the moves. But now that he thought back he realized that, yeah, they were all naked. "Okay, okay, I'll be naked, but this is only while we're on vacation, right?"

"Of course, Rod. You think you can be naked in Massachusetts?" Mel laughed.

"I don't know. You laugh -- I don't see you having to get naked in front of everyone!"

"It's only for vacation, honey," soothed his mother. "Besides, it'll feel so nice to be swimming and surfing naked, you'll forget you ever liked wearing a swimsuit."

Rod was out the door and across the street in a jiffy, hoping nobody was looking too hard.

"But dad," protested Mel, as Rod was dashing out the door, "just stripping him while he's on vacation -- that's not going to work!"

"We've got it under control, Mel," was her dad's response. "Enjoy your vacation and don't worry."

On the beach the class had gathered around the teacher. All the boys were naked. One of the three girls was naked as well; the other two wore swimsuits. Satisfied that he was normal for the gathering, Rod relaxed and soon forgot his nudity completely. Surfing was fantastic. He took to it like the proverbial fish to water.   When his family returned from their wanderings around Cocoa Beach they didn't even identify him at first among the many people in the water.

"Where's Rod?" asked Mel.

"Did he finish up? Maybe's he's waiting on the beach somewhere,"

"Wait! Is that him? That's Rod," screamed Sam. They watched in amazement as a naked boy who very much matched the description of their very own Rod executed a series of deft maneuvers, riding an incoming wave, turning sideways, riding back over the wave and catching the crest of the next oncoming wave. Sam was so excited she ran into the surf, clothes and all, screaming and waving at everyone. "That's my brother, that's my brother! Can you believe it??"

Rod was spared the embarrassment of an overly enthusiastic little sister when the surf teacher introduced himself. "That's your son, Rod, right?"

Mom and dad nodded.

"He's a natural, let me tell you. You really should let him practice every day. We've got a competition coming up in a couple of months and I'll take him with us in a heartbeat."

The teacher was mortified to hear that they were just tourists here in Florida for a couple of weeks.

"He's never even surfed before."

"Amazing," exclaimed the teacher, "amazing. I really think you should reconsider."

"Reconsider?" asked his mother when the teacher finally gave up. They were standing at the edge of the water waiting for Rod. "He seriously thinks we would reconsider and move to Florida on the basis of one surf lesson?"

Dad shook his head. "I guess so! Pretty funny, huh?"

For the rest of the day Rod wouldn't stop talking about surfing. He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was naked. He pointed out various boards, talked about waves, described his first wipe out, and lobbied and lobbied that they stay in Cocoa so he could surf again the next day. The family sat at an outdoor cafe eating fish sandwiches. The evening breeze was just picking up. Traces of pink tinged the few clouds that hung over the blue Atlantic. Rod seemed completely happy. While Rod had gone swimming the rest of the family had done some shopping and then gone swimming. The girls were in bikinis far too tiny to be considered modest in most of the rest of the United States. The DECENT laws made issues of "morality" subject to state jurisdiction, and while Florida had put in place the Stripped For Florida laws, most of the USA had put in dress codes only slightly less restrictive than Saudi Arabia. Parents and daughters alike had a real eye opener in the jewelry store, with its aisles of goods for the adornment and excitement of male and female bodies, children and adults alike.

"We have ten days in Florida," mom explained. "We've already been here two days. We originally planned to spend three days at Universal Studios, including Harry Potter. Another day was going to have been spent at water theme parks, and we thought you might want to go to Epcot. That leaves three days, including the day we have to be at the airport in the evening."

"Can we spend those three days here at the beach," pleaded Rod.

"It's nice here," agreed Sam.

Mel nodded.

"It's agreed then," concluded their dad. "We'll stay here and swim and surf, and then we'll do the Orlando part of the trip."

Everyone nodded, none more happily than Rod. The three days went by quickly. Rod's mother applied liberal coats of sunblock to his body, including his exposed genitals and buttocks. Nevertheless he quickly browned to a full body tan. The girls were not out all day, but swimming was agreeable enough and they tanned up as well. Mom and dad took some time to hang out at cafes and restaurants, shop and visit some condo units. One slightly overcast day they rented beach bicycles and enjoyed riding up and down the shoreline.

Exactly in the middle of their scheduled Florida vacation time, the family made the move back to Orlando. They piled into the car. Mom took the wheel and steered them toward the causeway that would take them back to the mainland. Looking into the rearview mirror she could see that Rod was not happy. Mile after mile he got more and more sullen, staring silently out the window and snapping at his sisters whenever they spoke to him. After one particularly nasty remark his dad reprimanded him.

"Rod, I don't know why you're so miserable, but it isn't right to take it out on Sam and Mel."

"It's not fair," he growled.

"Do you want to talk about it?" his dad responded.

"You had no right to strip me. It's just not fair. Why do I have to be the only one naked?"

"You didn't seem too unhappy about it while you got the chance to surf," remarked his mother. "We spent a wonderful time at the beach, which everyone enjoyed, but in particular because you liked it so much. Now we're going to theme parks and I expect you will probably enjoy that as well."

"Yeah, right! I was going to dress up as a character and go to Harry Potter. Now it's all ruined. What Harry Potter character is naked?"

"I'm sure there will be lots of naked kids there," his mother reminded him.

"Well, it's stupid. Swimming naked was okay -- alright, it was fine -- but a theme park? And what about going around Orlando? I'll look like a dork!"

"I suggest you get with the program," stated his mother, "or we'll have to step in and take care of it for you."

"Whatever."

They spent the night in a hotel right on the grounds of Universal. It was expensive, but came with the bonus of getting into the park an hour early. Mel and Sam were beside themselves with excitement. Rod battled his annoyance at their enthusiasm with his own mixed feelings. On the one hand he'd been waiting for years to go to Harry Potter. On the other hand he was furious that he was stripped naked. Finally he fell into sleep.

It was an early morning for everyone. Rod showered and was ready to go. Mel put on capri pants and a short-sleeved blouse, while Sam decided to brave the heat in panties and a sleeveless sun dress. They bought a few breakfast items in the bakery on the lower level of the hotel, and then caught a boat that would take them to the City Walk in Universal. Clouds of mist rose up around the turning Universal Studios globe outside the entrance, just across the canal from City Walk. But before they stepped across the wide bridge, their parents led them the other direction. A huge, rather pink, mural of naked twins served as the backdrop to a small pavilion. Art deco lettering spelled out Stripped For Florida. They stepped inside and stood in line behind two other families. Mel, Sam and Rod watched with prurient interest and a little anxiety as the parents ahead of them produced ID and credit cards and instructed their children to strip naked before heading back out to the theme park.

"Do I have to get naked?" inquired Sam.

"Are you doing it now?" asked Mel. "To Rod?"

"I'm already naked, Mel, in case you didn't notice," retorted her brother.

Rod's mother stepped up to the counter. "We're looking for some of those pills, or maybe even -- I heard you might have a shot? Our son is not completely with the program."

"We have pills available. Of course, if you want total compliance we can administer a shot now. It lasts a full 24 hours and is pretty effective, if you know what I mean." The young woman at the counter giggled.

"I think we'll do the shot."

"Very well," replied the young woman, "I'll be glad to help you with that. Just have your son step around to the side here while I get that ready." Turning to the people in line, "I'll be right with you folks, this will just take three minutes." The woman stepped into a small room and was back in a minute.

"Rod, I need you to come back here," his mother instructed.

"I'm already naked, mom, geez," he protested.

"Your name is Rod? I just need you to turn towards your mother." Rod blushed as the young woman addressed him. As he turned the woman produced the syringe and expertly stabbed it into his left buttock. Rod screamed. "It's already out, Rod. Nothing to worry about. Okay, enjoy your day at Universal."

"God, mom. What was that all about? Why didn't you warn me, and why do I even need a shot? First I'm naked, then I get a shot. How come I'm being specially tortured. Is this 'treat girls super nice and torture Rod' day?"

Mom and dad simply shepherded their crew across the bridge, handed their special hotel passes to the attendants at the ticket booths and they were inside the theme park. They turned right and walked over the bridge to Dr. Seuss land. Sam tried not to show she was interested in the Green Eggs and Ham eatery, the Cat in the Hat ride and the circus-themed food court. She was afraid her older siblings would put her down for having childish tastes. Crossing another bridge they came to a broad landing stage. People were stepping into small unmanned boats that immediately set off across the lake. Rod and his dad stepped into one boat, his mother and the girls into a second one. As the boats took off they saw Hogwarts castle looming into the air.

"It's just like in Harry Potter," Mel said, "when the first-years get taken across the lake by boat!"

At the other end a very large Hagrid impersonator, with a quite plausible accent, told them to proceed to the castle. A short walk took them to a gateway. Inside was a steam engine and the village of Hogsmeade. Snow glistened on the steep slate roofs. Cobblestones lined the twisting alley up to the castle. Overhead a ride screamed its way past them and away in the opposite direction. Harry Potter world was all they had expected, but even better. The shops, the long walk through greenhouses to the castle entrance, the holographic characters inside leaning over balconies, the moving paintings. The ride itself was absolutely thrilling. Sam looked scared afterwards, but didn't want to say anything. Her mom and dad might have been a bit blue around the edges.

"That ride was a little too much for me," Rod's dad said. His mother nodded.

"I was just thinking I wanted to go again," Rod said, "I absolutely loved it!"

"I can see," giggled Mel, looking down at her brother's crotch.

"What do you mean . . . " Rod looked down, reached with his hand and thought better of it and then looked around with embarrassment. His penis was as hard as a rock, long and sticking straight up into the air. "Um," he said awkwardly, "Let's go to the next ride, okay."

Outside the castle they stopped to look at the wand shop. "Dad, since I couldn't dress in character, do you think I could get a wand instead?"

"Let's take a look."

They trooped into the tiny shop. Long narrow packages wrapped in brown paper stacked to the ceiling. Shelf after shelf housed cardboard boxes, all shaped exactly as if they contained wands. A Universal employee dressed in a long gown and metal spectacles stepped up. "What can I get for you today. One of you has come to get his or her first wand?"

"I have," stated Rod.

"I see, I see. Well, you know what they say. The wand chooses the wizard, indeed it does."

The man went to the shelves and pulled out a few boxes. He took out a short wooden wand and handed it to Rod. "Give it a wave, my boy." Nothing happened, of course.   What does he think will happen, thought Rod, slightly annoyed. This isn't a movie!

The man took out a couple of other wands and again Rod waved them to no effect.

"I see. Maybe, just maybe. Would you mind if I tried something out that is a bit unusual? It is two wands, actually. One for you and one that I think your little sister would enjoy."

Rod shrugged, mystified.

The man opened a box to reveal a slender metal wand and a second, wooden wand with a crystal and metal tip. He removed the first wand and held it in his hand. "This is a very special wand, but you look already prepared to accept it. May I?"

Rod nodded.

To his shock the man grasped his erection in one hand, and with the other carefully slid the wand straight into the opening at the tip of his penis. Rod was so afraid that he would get hurt if he moved that he allowed the man to continue sliding the wand right into his penis until only a small ball was visible, right at the end of his glans. "Now, that's a wand," exclaimed the man. "Did you know that every boy has a natural wand?" he asked, running his finger up the length of Rod's hard on. "But with this wand, amazing things can happen. Sweetheart," he went on, turning to Sam. "Let me show you about this other wand. Take it in your hand just like this. That's right. Then point it straight at your brother's wand and give it a sharp flick. No, a flick -- yes, just like that."

Rod felt a jolt through his penis. Sam flicked the wand again and he felt another jolt.

"If you flick and then point while pushing just here with your finger, ah, yes. Observe."

Sam flicked and held the wand, her finger pressing against the side of it. Rod felt his entire body begin to buzz. His penis quivered into even more of an erection and within a minute he was shooting sperm all over the store. He gasped out, "stop, Mel, stop. It's enough."

Sam held the wand, smiling.

"I thought you might enjoy that. But, you need to be mindful of your brother. He is a boy and can't take endless amounts of stimulation. After he cums like that, let him rest for about 20 or 30 minutes before you wave your wand again."

Sam nodded.

Mom and dad paid for the purchase and stepped outside. A line had formed for the next ride. While they were waiting Rod suddenly shot again. He wanted to yell at his sister, but he couldn't get any words out of his mouth, his orgasm was so intense. When it subsided he collapsed on the ground trying to catch his breath, still unable to speak.

They filed onto the ride which hurtled them through the air. Below they saw London as if from miles above. The ride swirled them down in a spiral and they got out in front of a rundown tavern. The crowd wandered through a seedy pub and emerged into a twisting medieval lane filled with shops.

"It's Diagon Alley," exclaimed Mel. And, indeed it was. They rushed into bookstores and tailors, used antiquities shoppes and wizard hatters, pubs and eateries. For the interim, at least, Sam had forgotten all about waving her wand and Rod was too engrossed to worry about nudity, orgasms or sibling retribution. It was right after the kids had gotten hungry and filled up on a feast of skewered lamb and pumpkin juice that the odd thing took place. They had somehow wandered into a secondary passageway, not directly on Diagon Alley, when they came upon a dark and gloomy shop. At first they thought it was a part of the park that was not open. Then they decided it must be one of the many "fake" stores -- facades with windows that the children could peer into, but that were not designed to be real interior spaces. As they were turning away, the door creaked open and a wizard-looking person with a wrinkled face could just be made out in the gloom.

"Come to get a potion, have ye?" he asked.

Overcome with curiosity the five of them filed into the store. Cobwebs hung in the shadowy rafters. Piles of ancient books and manuscripts filled the corners. A long table was covered with glass beakers of strange and twisted shapes, filled with various liquids. In the center of the room a cauldron bubbled over a small burner while a yellowish-green vapor clouded out above it. They were all impressed. Harry Potter World had already amazed them with its intricate attention to detail. This room, inside a shabby and closed-looking exterior, off the beaten path and with no other theme-park visitors anywhere near seemed even more detailed and authentic than anything else they had seen.

"Who wants to try a potion," the wizard asked, interrupting their individual and collective thoughts.

Sam looked over her shoulder at her parents. They nodded. "I'll try a potion," she said. "What does it do?"

"The potions are magick, my dear. Each one does something special that is particular to the person who imbibes it."

The wizard went to the cauldron and solemnly stirred it with a long pole. He then dipped a brass ladle into the mixture and poured it into an ancient-looking metal goblet that may once have been encrusted with precious gems. It was so thoroughly aged at this point--or looked it, at least--that one could not be sure exactly what might have been the original encrustations and designs. "Do I have permission to give this magickal potion to your daughter," asked the wizard, looking at her parents over Sam's tousled head of hair.

Playing along with the theme of the park, her dad intoned, "My good wizard, you may grant my daughter the elixir which you now hold."

"Very well sir," and the man handed the goblet to Sam. She held it in two hands and took a sip.

"It's good! Tastes like lime and . . . I'm not sure . . . " She drank a larger gulp and handed the goblet back to the wizard, who turned to place it back on the table. "That was tasty. You would really like it.   Can they try some potion, too, Mister . . . wizard?" Sam continued to talk. The rest, however, were not listening. Within 30 seconds of taking a drink Sam's clothes had begun to disintegrate. Only shreds of her sundress now clung to her body, with the remnants quickly dissolving away. All that was left of her panties was a band of elastic, and this too was rapidly disappearing.

"Why are you all staring at me?" asked Sam. "Don't you want some potion?" She looked down, "My clothes are all gone. How did that happen?" In the center of the ancient potion shoppe, Sam stood completely naked.

(The End)