Robbie

Robbie 1

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Robbie

by Willie B Florida
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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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