Chapter 1

Sunday night at the Morses this week was a nice roast. As always, the aromas quickly had Robbie's mouth watering.

Before the three of them settled down at the table for dinner, Robbie was able to find a few minutes to speak quietly - privately - with Lindsey. He asked if she'd had a chance to speak with Dr. Carey after Trey's doctor's appointment last Wednesday. Lindsey said she'd been able to get the doctor on the phone on Thursday morning while she was still out of town. She had been very surprised but pleased that Dr. Carey spent as much time as she did, going over her findings and answering all the questions that Lindsey had peppered her with.

"Did she tell you about the 'S-E-X' thing?" Robbie asked. Lindsey was chuckling, "Dr Carey thought you were going to have a stroke when she told you that. She thought your reaction was hysterically funny. Or maybe that you were nearly hysterical. Or something like that. Anyway, she thought that after you guys talked a little more, she felt you were beginning to come to grips with what Trey's body is going through these days. So, is she right? Are you beginning to comprehend, to accept the fact that Trey is growing up?" "Not very well," was his somewhat sullen reply.

Over dinner, Lindsey and Trey told Robbie about Trey's upcoming birthday party and sleep-over.

"I've told Trey she can have up to five of her girlfriends come over for her birthday party and sleepover," Lindsey explained to Robbie. "The folks at work know that I plan to fly home early on Friday, so I should be here by 1:00 or so. I've got everything pretty well planned, and we'll be able to pick up all the last minute stuff before the girls arrive at around 6:00."

"Good Lord," Robbie sympathized, "have you gone insane, woman? Have you totally lost your mind? It'll be a madhouse!"

"Of course it will! But it'll be fun, won't it Trey?"

"Yes Yes Yes! And I'll be 12 years old! That's almost a teenager!"

"You need me to do anything to help you get ready while you're out of town this week? Is there anything I can help you with?" Robbie offered.

"No, I don't think so, Robbie. I think I've got everything under control. But we're both hoping that you'll come to Trey's party."

"Oh YES. YES, YES, Robbie! Please come to my birthday party!"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Squirt!"

"Oh, I almost forgot, I need to ask another big favor, Robbie. One of the girls that's coming, Katryn Biese, Kat, is actually going to stay with us for a few more days after the party," Lindsey informed him. "Her folks have to go over to Romania to settle her grandparent's estate, and they thought it would be a bit too much for Kat, so they asked if I would be willing to look after her for a couple of weeks while they're gone."

"I told Mr. and Mrs. Biese that you take care of Trey for me 2 nights a week while I'm out of town. I wanted to make sure they knew about our arrangement and see if they would have any problems with it. They said they 'know all about Mr. Robbie.' It seems Trey can't stop raving to her friends about how much fun she has with you! Anyway, they said 'Mrs. Morse, if you trust him with your precious Trey, then he should be fine with Kat, too!' Now there I go again, Robbie! I presume too much! I shouldn't be committing for something like that without checking with you first. I'm sorry"

"Lin, go ahead and presume! You know it's fine with me. We'll have a great time, won't we, Squirt?"

"Mm-hm, we sure will, Robbie! Kat's my total best friend at school!. She just turned 13 last week so she's an official teenager now! She's in the class above me for most things, but we have a couple of activity periods together and I just love her! She's beautiful, Robbie! Just wait'll you meet her. You're gonna LOVE her!"

"If you say so, Munchkin, I'm sure I will!

Trey had two more days of school before classes were officially over for summer vacation, so Robbie didn't see much of Lindsey or Trey until bright and early Wednesday morning, when Trey crashed into his house in her normal, 'eye-of-the-tornado' fashion.

"Mom wants to know if she should drop me off at school, or if I can stay with you today, Robbie," she gasped out. "Is it okay if I stay here? Please? Please, please, pretty please?"

Chuckling at seeing that the 'high-energy Trey' was back, Robbie told her, "Of course you can, Squirt! Go tell your Mom to get going, or pretty soon she'll end up being late and missing her flight." "'Kay, Robbie. Thanks! Back in a minute!" And the whirlwind was gone again as quickly as she had appeared.

When she got back a few minutes later, Trey asked about what Robbie had planned. "Well, as long as you're here, I'd really like to get some more pictures, Little One. I've bought a lot more outfits that I'd like to try out with various settings. Different lighting, other backdrops and stuff. Will you model for me again, Trey?"

"Oh Yeah! That was fun! Can I ride the horsey again?"

Hmmmm, I don't know. That wasn't exactly one of the set-ups I was thinking of for today." Robbie looked over as Trey gave him her best set of 'sad eyes', and couldn't help cracking a smile. "Oh all right. After lunch, you can ride the horse." "Yippee!"

"You got me more clothes to try on, Robbie?" "Sure did, Munchkin. A whole bunch of different things, top - to - bottom." "Is everything up in my room?" "No. Since we're going to be using the living room as our 'studio' again, I think it would make more sense if you used my study as your 'dressing room'; it's much closer, and you won't be running up and down the stairs every five minutes. Does that sound like a plan?"

"That's a good idea, Robbie. Is everything already in there?" "Sure is. Let me show you what I got."

Robbie and Trey walked into his study. He popped open a big foot locker and started to remove various pieces, lining them up on one of the computer tables. There were a half a dozen different skirts, as many different blouses, some shorts and halter tops, and more. He was matching them up as he laid them out, deciding (with a little help from her) which blouse should go with which skirt, what kind of socks would go best with each outfit, and that kind of thing.

Finally, he opened up a large pink box containing a dozen new sets of panties, bras and camisoles. Lovely little wisps of satin and lace, various pastels, one set in sweetheart red, some in smoky black and several different styles in virginal, innocent white.

"Robbie! Oh my God, Robbie! Oh My God, they're gorgeous!"

I love how sweet but sexy you look when you're wearing sexy undies, Trey. Even though nobody can see them, it's like YOU know you're wearing sexy underwear, and you just seem to radiate provocative sensuality!"

"Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. "I don't know what it means, what you just said, but I know I love these panties!" She opened a package of pale pink panties and held them up in front of her. "Oooh. Uh-oh, Robbie, they're so pretty, but there's not very much to them, is there? I don't know if I should wear these."

He had been careful the first time he had bought new underwear for her a couple of weeks ago to make sure that the panties were not too daringly cut. He wanted to avoid scaring her, since all she'd ever worn were full cut, heavy cotton ones. He knew the sheer satin fabrics would be enough of a shock, and he didn't want to overdo it all at once.

This time though, he had been much bolder. Though there were no thongs in this collection, these were all high cut, or low riding or both. And none of them had an excess of fabric front or back. They would cut up across the cheeks of her molded butt, but they wouldn't cover it completely. The fronts were also much skimpier than she was used to, narrowing to no more than a half inch or so wide by the time they came down to disappear between her legs. And he again had spent considerable time in carefully removing the reinforced crotch material in each pair!

"Trey, Sweetheart. Your birthday is in two days. You're going to be twelve years old, almost a teenager, remember? I thought it would be nice if you had some 'teenager' underthings. I think you'll find out that you will really like the way they feel; the way they make you feel. Can we try them for our pictures with all the new outfits today?"

"Well, okay, Robbie. If you think it'll be all right. And besides, nobody will see them under my clothes anyway, will they?" "That's right, Munchkin. Since you've already opened the pink pair, what should we wear them with?" They decided on a crisp pink and white striped button down linen blouse, with a fun little, flouncy skirt in a slightly darker pink. Robbie asked her to just wear the matching pale pink lace bra and not to wear the camisole top for this first set of pictures, then left her to change in private. "Just come on out to the 'studio' when you're ready, okay?"

Trey looked like a dream when she came out dressed in the first outfit. Today, Robbie had her doing a number of poses and started issuing directions more and more rapidly. Trey found herself quickly becoming immersed in their project, easily getting used to following his instructions without even thinking about them.

Robbie had her moving all around, bending, leaning, stretching, unbuttoning the top button of her blouse, shifting her weight from one foot to another, hand on cocked hip and looking at him from over her shoulder. Robbie too was moving all around, taking shots from in front, from the sides, from the back. Shooting up from the floor and looking down at her while standing on a step stool.

The pace of Robbie's instructions was now rapid-fire. He had turned on a CD that was playing mostly percussion, with a steady, driving beat and he had Trey moving to the music. She didn't even give it a second thought as he directed her to open another button, cock her hip while reaching down and grabbing a handful of the side of her skirt and raising it up to hold it at her waist. Staring at him as he shot from her side, her face wearing an unknowingly sultry look that perfectly complemented the other elements of the pose.

From his angle at her side, Robbie was able to capture the spreading gap in her blouse, the satin and lace of the pink bra peeking out, as well as the entire length of her slim coltish leg, the waistband of her panties displayed at her jutting hip as Trey's hand had gathered the side of her skirt to her waist.