Vintage Florida Replay 4

Stripped For Florida: Vintage Florida Replay 4

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VINTAGE FLORIDA REPLAY

by Willie B Florida
© 2013 all rights reserved

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PART 4

Our family was sitting around the table in our little cabin. Cicadas buzzed in the trees as evening fell. After last night's high I was feeling sobered by my wife's reaction. She told me she regretted ever coming to Florida and that I had completely misrepresented naturism. I think it was my last reaction to the word "incest" that did it. The kids had slept in late and were ravenously hungry when they awoke. It wasn't until now that we'd gotten around to the inevitable "family meeting."

"So, you've been having sex," my wife began. Mitch and Megan nodded. Their eyes were big and I could feel the wheels of worry turning in their heads. I wanted to shelter them in my arms, tell them I loved them and reassure them that I adored them for being their natural sexy selves. But I held back. Let's see where this is going, I thought. Instead I beamed my unspoken feelings of acceptance at each of them.

"I want you to know that sex is a normal thing -- and can be a wonderful thing if done with someone you love," my wife went on. The kids nodded. "Are either of you in love with someone?"

Mitch and Megan were surprisingly quick to nod "yes" to that question!

"It's not that big guy who -- you know -- at the show?"

"Fucked me and Mitch," Megan stated boldly, "no . . . that was just for the contest. It's . . . " Megan stopped and looked at her brother.

Mitch looked back at Megan. For a moment time stopped in the cabin. We hadn't moved to turn on the lights yet. A deep amber soaked in from the waning day, touching everything with gold. The cicadas hit an even higher note of intensity. Florida enclosed us in her magic bubble. Mitch smiled.

"I love it here, mom," he said dreamily. "Thanks to both of you for bringing us here."

My wife gave a start. We weren't used to compliments from our progeny, quite frankly. It throws us off guard. I ventured a slight smile.

"Thank you," my wife replied somewhat sternly, throwing me a warning glance.

"Andrew," my son said.

"What?" from my wife.

"Andrew. The one we're in love with."

"Who's Andrew," she asked.

"The one . . . ?" I asked, confused.

"He's twelve. He was in the show," Megan offered helpfully. "Dark hair, taller than me."

"You're in love with him?" my wife asked skeptically.

Megan nodded, her lips pursed, her eyes earnest and big in the darkening room.

Michael stared dreamily into the golden outdoors.

"You, too?" I asked him more kindly.

He nodded, his head sweeping up and down in slow motion.

"I like sex, too, mom," Megan interjected. I admired her for not taking the easy route, just sticking to the love interest. "I've fucked every kid at camp, did you know that?"

"And your brother." Her mother was now gearing up for the warpath. "I have half a mind to pack us all up and get out of here as soon as possible. This would have been unthinkable back home. When did you start this nonsense? Yesterday on stage wasn't the first time you two went at it, or I'm a monkey's ass."

Michael muffled a laugh at the graphic image, "No, mother. Not the first time."

"Well, then," her eyes glaring down at each of her offspring, "When, where, in this cabin, right under our noses?"

"In Ohio."

"Ohio!" Even I was taken aback.

"Over a year ago," Megan said. "It was right after my seventh birthday. Mitch and I did it in my bedroom. We really love each other, mom. Just like you said. Sex is a wonderful thing if you do it with someone you love."

"I really love it here," Mitch added, "but if you take us back to Ohio, it won't change that part of it. We will love each other forever." He glanced at his sister with so much tenderness that I nearly started crying.

My wife sat back in her chair. She heaved a great sigh. "I give up." She threw her hands up in the air and let them flop.

"What's so terrible about it anyway?" Megan asked.

"You're only 8 years old," her mother replied.

"I bet if it was some other 11 year old you wouldn't be so upset."

"Seven! How'd Mitch even do it? You were only ten?" she stared the question at our son.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I just did."

"Felt good." Megan smiled. "Real good."

"I wasn't even on the shot -- in Ohio," Mitch mused.

"Boys don't really need the shot," Megan announced, as if informing us of something we might not have considered. "They get hard pretty easy anyway."

I nodded and laughed. My own dick was feeling pretty close to getting hard right this moment.

"I've made up my mind," my wife announced.

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My wife can be pretty headstrong. When she's made up her mind, that's usually what happens. She'd been willing to entertain my thoughts of coming down to Florida; she'd agreed with the kids' request to stay until the contest was over.

But, now we were back in Ohio. Some things were the same as before: we were both back at work, the house needed repairs, the lawn was in severe need of mowing. Snow would would be on its way with all the backbreaking work of clearing ice and shoveling through the drifts. The kids were back at the same two schools they'd been in the year before. However, a lot of things were different. My wife had agreed to meet Andrew before we left Pine Grove Naturist Camp. He was fine-boned and intelligent looking, but fairly shy and quiet. It was hard to imagine him making the moves on both of our children at once! I had to admit that he held his own when meeting my wife. She asked him if it were true that he was fucking both her children and he simply nodded and said she was lucky to have such a wonderful son and daughter. She snorted and offered him a glass of lemonade.

"If they haven't told you, we're packing up and leaving by this evening. I wanted to meet you and give you a chance to say good-bye. It's only fair. You are allowed to be in touch by email or phone -- no Facebook. If you still care about each other by next summer we'll see if we can get you guys together."

The kids all looked sad and went out and talked in low murmurs on the front porch. We let them have their time together that last day, and then with the car packed up we put our two naked children in the backseat and drove off.

The kids never put any clothes back on until they were leaving the house the first day of school. We kept them naked at home 24/7. We told our neighbors that we'd forced them to be stripped in Florida and wanted to see how far we could push it. They laughed and agreed not to complain to the authorities. I knew of a secret pond from my own childhood where people still went to skinny dip. Ohio may be the Saudi Arabia of America, but it is still possible to get away with some things. To my kids' surprise my wife stayed naked in the house, too. Of course, I took full advantage of the opportunity -- I hate clothes. The biggest change, however, wasn't nudity. My wife went on a rampage of home reorganization. My son's room was remodeled with a queen-size bed, Megan's dresser was moved into the room and two desks set up side by side. She took everything out of the closet and rearranged it to hold both kids' clothing since they still had to get dressed when they went out of the house. Megan's room was converted into a home study so my wife could do some of her accounting work at home evenings and weekends.

"You two are going to do it," she announced. "That means one room, one closet, one bed. If you can't handle it, work it out. If you're old enough to be lovers, you're old enough to figure out how to live together. Isn't that right?" she asked, staring at me.

"Absolutely," I responded, thinking about all the years we've been married.

"Anyway," she went on, "it's good practice. Someday you'll be married to other people and I figure you'll be better partners for this experience."

"We'll both be married to Andrew," Megan avowed.

"You're only 8 years old, Megan," my wife said with exaggerated patience. "I had my loves when I was a little girl, too."

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"Andrew, could you tell my brother to get in here and help me get these kids ready!"

"Gee, Megan," Mitch gasped, "can't he finish what he's doing first?"

"Be there," Andrew said, "in a minute," more sweetly, "sweetheart," between thrusts.

"I'm coming!" Mitch groaned, Andrew's thrusts finding their mark deep against his prostate.

"I'm expecting our parents any minute and you're fucking. What is, third time today?"

"The first time was with you, mommy," Timmy reminded her.

Maggie smiled to herself, appreciating the staying power of her two lovers, who had each ravished her earlier that morning. Pushing the distracting thoughts aside, she put herself back on track to the nudist equivalent of getting her kids dressed for company.

"Okay, enough out of you. Out the door. Maggie!" Megan corralled the 7-year old girl and shooed her out the door after her 11-year old brother. They stood on the wooden porch while Megan poured buckets of water over their heads, clear water splashing over their well-browned naked bodies. Drops sparkled where they lodged on the Megan's own naked skin.

Maggie laughed good naturally, but Timmy pouted. "I wasn't finished, either, mom. It's not fair. And you," he said, turning on his sister, "already came, so don't say anything!"

Maggie stuck her tongue out at her brother.

"Children, please . . . "

"Why do we have to get washed anyway," Timmy protested.

You can't blame me for wanting my two progeny to look presentable when their grandparents show up."

"What's progeny?" Maggie wanted to know.

"A fancy word for kids. Oh, here they are!"

A dust trail rose up from the road, visible through the trees as it wound its way from the front gate. The sound of the car could be heard and then they saw it come around the bend, the bright green palmetto undergrowth hiding the vehicle until the last moment. The car came to a halt in front of the small wooden cabin and out stepped their grandfather, his skin pale, but completely comfortable in his nudity.

"Dad!" Megan was happy to see him.

Mitch and Maggie screamed in delight and threw themselves off the porch and into his waiting arms. He took them up in a huge bear hug while their grandmother got out of the car at a more leisurely pace.

"It's sure nice to be warm," she enthused, her own body as naked as his. "You're going to break your back, honey," she admonished her husband.

Back on her feet Maggie was proud to announce, "I'm having sex now!"

"You kissing your brother?"

"No, silly, I'm fucking him!!!"

"Sounds like you take after your parents. You two have another lover, too?"

"No," the girl responded mildly, "just him and me. You want to watch?"

And that's how we all got to enjoy yet another show, all those years later. Timmy got to finish what he'd started that morning and Maggie had one orgasm after another. It was delightful and there wasn't a soft dick or dry pussy in the room.

After dinner I asked my daughter a question. "So no more shots at Pine Grove?"

"Nah, it's not like the days when Stacey went down the line and jabbed every boy." Andrew and Mitch laughed at the memory. "Besides, do boys really have a problem getting erections? I mean, really?"

Timmy pursed his lips and looked around the room. "I'm not hard right now."

"But you could be!"

"Yeah, I could be."

"Come over here and let me see," I urged.

The boy wandered across the room and stood looking at me. I turned him around and ran my finger the length of his flaccid penis. After a couple of times he was definitely getting harder. I grasped his dick more firmly in my fist and started pumping him. He leaned back against my chest and started moaning. In a couple of minutes he shot a load of sperm across the room.

"Wow, that was so cool," his sister said admiringly. "Could you do that to me too?"

I looked at my daughter, who nodded. Maggie noticed immediately and nudged her brother aside. My fingers found her labia and moved up to her clitoris. She was already slick and wet and it didn't take long to begin working her into a frenzy. I ran a finger up inside her and wiggled it around until I found her G-spot. She immediately jerked back hard against me and went into fits of orgasm. I kept going, enjoying her ability to come over and over again. When I felt like I'd nearly worn her out I eased off and let her slump against me, her warm naked skin against mine. Timmy snuggled into the hug and leaned against me, too.

My wife and I, we still live in Ohio. Never managed to really get away. But, we've got a home away from home anytime we like with my sexy kids and grandkids at Pine Grove in North Florida.

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THE END

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