Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

"Attention SaveWay shoppers, two-for-one sale on beef jerky, aisle three," a voice resonated over the loudspeaker.

Two-for-one? Fuck, I should have grabbed a cart instead of this little basket I carried. Dropping the soup cans in the basket, I beat feet to aisle three, determined to grab up the jerky before someone beat me to it. But when I rounded the corner, I didn't see jerky; I saw my nephew— step -nephew—instead. He was leaning against the shelves with his arms crossed over his chest, smirking at me.

"I knew you'd fall for it." He laughed, shaking his head.

He played me? Son of a bitch!

"Jerky isn't even on this aisle, jerk," he goaded, making my palm itch to smack him.

To save face, I stalked toward him menacingly, my expression a mask for my anger and embarrassment, and reached over his shoulder to grab a bag of rice. He flinched, which was all the satisfaction I needed. I didn't even want the rice. I just needed to make sure he understood the rules of engagement. If he wanted to engage with me, he was going to wind up on the losing end because if there was one thing I'd learned in my forty-one years of chasing boys, it was that you had to put a brat in his place, or he would trample all over you.

He chuckled as he sauntered down the aisle back to his register, but I had no intention of letting it go that easily. I had a long, sharp memory, and nothing but time on my hands. I would get him back.

Continuing to fill my basket with the things I needed for the special dinner I had planned with Cass and Nicky, I hummed under my breath, refocusing my thoughts on happier things. I had plans for my play partners tonight; something new we hadn't tried yet. Cass was vers, which set him up for all kinds of fun situations, and Nicky… He was the perfect boy, an insatiable submissive who was always ready to expand his boundaries.

By the time I made my way to the checkout lane, I had almost forgotten all about Matteo. Almost . He still wore that damn smirk across his attractive square face.

"No jerky?" he asked, surveying the contents of my basket .

I had a piece of fucking jerky for him. He's your step-nephew, Sam! Off-fucking-limits .

I constantly had to remind myself of his hands-off status because when a brat pushed my buttons, it never failed to make my dick hard. And Matteo was the brattiest of brats.

"Why don't you ring up my groceries and keep your damn mouth shut?" I advised him, biting back the words I really wanted to say.

"Ooohh, testy. You know, I've read about this. It happens to old guys when their dicks stop working," he stage-whispered.

The older Matteo got, the bolder his sass became. If he were anybody else, I would prove to him how well my dick still worked, but since he was my sister's stepson, there wasn't much I could do. It burned my fucking ass to let him get away with it, making the Dom in me bristle hard.

"What would you know? You probably haven't even gotten your dick wet yet." The withering look I gave him was meant to reduce him to a significant puddle of nothing, but it seemed as though Matteo was completely unaffected by my glare.

An older woman filed into line behind me, and I gave myself a mental shake. Keep it clean, there are people listening.

"So, when are you cashing in the gift certificate for our fishing trip?" For his graduation present last year, I had given him a gift certificate for a day of fishing aboard my charter boat, and he had yet to use it.

"I told you, I don't fish," he said petulantly.

I leaned in to whisper, "Are you saying you don't know how to handle your pole?"

He caught my double meaning, meant to intimidate and belittle him, and glared daggers at me.

"Of course I know how to handle my pole," he insisted too loudly.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Maybe I'd rather clean my toilet than spend the day with you."

I snorted, brushing off his insult. "Like I haven't heard that before."

"What's your problem?" He sulked, as if he hadn't played a prank on me not fifteen minutes earlier over the loudspeaker. Matteo's problem was that he could dish it out, but he couldn't take it.

"Your attitude is my problem. Or rather, it's your problem, but it annoys me."

"You annoy me," he retorted childishly, "and my attitude is not your fucking business." Ignoring the gasp from the woman behind me, I leaned across the scanner, taking his chin between my fingers. I gripped him hard to get his attention.

"Didn't I tell you not to curse at work?"

He struggled to pull his face from my hold. "You're not my fucking boss." I cursed under my breath and he asked, "What was that? "

"Somebody needs to take you in hand and teach you some fucking manners."

The woman in line behind me grabbed her meat and vegetables and vacated the aisle to stand in a different line.

"Let me guess, you're just the guy, aren't you?"

I shook my head with a chuff. "You have no idea what I could teach you." Grabbing my plastic bags, I started to walk away.

"What, no candy bar this time?"

I always dropped a candy bar on the conveyor belt for his lunch break, but today all he'd earned was my contempt. "I'm all out of treats. Go beg somewhere else."

When I knocked on Cass's door, I still had that little fucking punk on my mind.

He answered the door shirtless, with his tanned abs on display. "Hey, come on in." Sliding one arm around my shoulders, he leaned in to give me a hug, and pressed a kiss on my lips. "Damn, you're tense."

"I had to stop at the damn store."

"What, were they out of jerky?" he teased, laughing at his own joke.

"No, but don't bring up the jerky. It's a sore spot."

"Let me guess, you ran into your nephew."

"I don't want to talk about him. Where's my boy?" I called loudly .

"In the shower, preparing for your visit." He emphasized the word preparing, which meant Nicky was shaving and douching, no doubt.

"Good, because I've got a surprise for him."

"Well, no one loves surprises more than my boy."

I followed him into the kitchen and dumped my bags on his counter. "I think I got everything you asked for. Can't wait for that seafood pasta. You haven't made it in a while."

"Had to have seafood to celebrate Nicky's first charter of the season. You can't imagine how excited he is. It's been uncle Sam, pink sand beaches, snorkeling, and seahorses nonstop around here."

"Seahorses?" I hadn't heard Nicky mention them before.

"His newest obsession. You'll see his seahorse stuffie on the bed when we go in there. Do not chuck it on the floor," he warned with wide eyes.

I laughed, imagining he must have already done it and suffered dire consequences.

Cass put the water on to boil for the pasta as he cleaned and deveined the shrimp. "Need a hand?" I asked, washing them in the sink. Before he could answer, I was attacked from behind by a squealing little imp.

"Uncle Sam, guess what?" I turned around, filling my arms with a half naked, damp little boy.

"Um, you missed me?" I guessed .

"Well, yeah," he huffed, raking his wet hair from his eyes. "But also guess what else?"

"Uh, you're officially on summer break?"

"Yes, but that's not it!"

"Then what is it?" I mocked in his high-pitched, excited voice.

"In two days we're going on our first trip of the season together! But Daddy won't tell me where to," he sulked.

"I bet," I guessed, booping him on the nose, "that you think if you are a very, very good boy to your uncle, I might just spill the beans. Is that right?"

He gave me his best puppy dog eyes and licked his full pink lips. "Only if I'm very, very, very good to my uncle."

"I guess we'll see," I smirked, turning back to the sink. It was going to be a fun night.

"Nicky, go put some clothes on before dinner," Cass admonished.

"But why? I'm just gonna take them off again after we eat."

I couldn't argue with his reasoning, but his Daddy gave him a look that brooked no further argument from Nicky, who scampered off to the bedroom to change.

During dinner, Nicky slurped his creamy noodles in an effort to be sexy and choked on them, coughing and spluttering until he spit them back up. He was okay, with his red face and teary eyes, but I lost it and almost fell out of my chair, laughing. Cass had to whack me on the back. Nicky's humiliation was the perfect appetizer for dessert. Dessert that wasn't being served at the table, but in the bedroom.

We finished eating, and he scrambled to clean the mess so we could get on with the good part… his surprise.

"Can I have it now, uncle Sam?"

I handed him a black bag, and he shoved his hand inside and pulled out a black satin blindfold. "What is it?"

Nicky looked slightly disappointed but curious, and I tried to hold back my smile, knowing his expression was about to transform once he figured out what it was going to be used for.

"A blindfold."

"What do I need it for?"

"I can't tell you, but I can show you. Why don't you meet me in your bedroom?"

He practically skipped down the hallway to his room in his excitement to get to the sexy part of the evening. Nicky jumped on his bed, and I spotted the seahorse right away, gently scooping him up.

"And who is this pretty little guy?"

"That's Hippo," he beamed.

"Is it a hippopotamus or a seahorse?"

"You're silly, Uncle Sam. It's a seahorse, of course. But the scientific genus name is ‘ hippocampus .' It's of Greek origin with hippo meaning horse and campus meaning sea monster. Did you know the babies are called fry? The mamas lay the eggs and the daddies carry them for up to four weeks, and then, their pouches bulge with babies ready to be birthed, and they do this little baby shake dance," he squealed, shaking his body on the bed like a seahorse giving birth. "And then thousands of fry pop out of his brood pouch. Daddy thinks I'm silly, but I swear it looks like they're shooting sperm," he giggled.

"Wow," I said, genuinely impressed with his knowledge. "Those classes are really paying off." Nicky was my future marine biologist/oceanographer. He wasn't sure which field he would specialize in yet, but his heart belonged beneath the ocean floor.

"That's why they're my new favorite fish. Because they make the best daddies, and I want to be one someday. In the meantime," he said, shyly, looking up at his Daddy over my shoulder, "I'm learning from the best."

Nicky wanted to be a daddy? Did Cass know? In all my years, I'd never once stopped to consider if I wanted kids someday, but now that I had… yeah, no. Hard pass. Kids were loud and messy and grew up to become brats—like Matteo. No fucking thank you.

Gently placing the seahorse on the dresser, I whipped off my T-shirt and placed one knee on the mattress, placing my forearms on the bed as I stalked Nicky. "Earlier, during dinner, I noticed you were trying to seduce me. "

"Me?" he squeaked.

"Yes, you," I pointed to the center of his flat chest. "Slurping your noodles, licking your lips. But you failed miserably, little one."

He gave me his best pout. "I know. I'm not sexy at all."

"Wrong again." I peeled his T-shirt over his head. "Arms up." Tossing it to the floor with mine, I sucked each one of his tiny pink nipples into my mouth until they were hard points that I flicked with my tongue. Nicky squirmed and giggled beneath me. "All you have to do to be sexy is to get naked and spread your legs. Show me that sweet spot. That's all you have to do to make my dick hard for you."

"Ungh, I can do that," he whispered, trying to wiggle out of his shorts while I had him pinned.

I gave him enough space to get them off, and he tossed them over my shoulder. Nicky had the smoothest, softest skin, like peach satin. There was barely any hair on his body, except for a sparse covering around the base of his small prick. I could lick him from head to toe.

"Better, but my dick isn't hard yet. Show me that sweet spot."

Nicky bent his legs like a frog, spreading his small cheeks wide open so I could see his sweet pink pucker. It was so tight that it almost appeared completely smooth. He had the prettiest asshole I'd ever seen.

"Can you see it, Uncle Sam? "

"It's so tiny, I can barely see it. Maybe open and close it for me?"

His breath hitched, and he bore down, making his pucker open and clench. Damn, that made my dick rock-fucking-hard.

"Can you find the opening now?"

"Barely, but it looks a little dry. Maybe I should make it wet."

"Daddy," Nicky called, "bring the lube!"

"I'll just use my mouth." With my hands on his knees, keeping him spread wide, I licked a stripe over his entrance, up his smooth taint, and over his small tight sac.

"Thanks for waiting for me," Cass griped, striding into the bedroom. He tossed the bottle on the bed and moved to sit behind Nicky, placing the boy's head in his lap.

"Daddy, Uncle Sam said he's gonna wet my hole."

"Mmm, I know how much you love that. Time for your surprise, sweetheart." Cass tied the satin blindfold around Nicky's head, effectively covering his eyes. "No peeking."

I continued to lick him until his skin was glossy with my spit, and then I tortured him by blowing cool air over his wet pucker, fascinated with the way his hole opened and closed reflexively, like it was looking to swallow something. My cock.

"That's cold," Nicky whined, scooting his bottom off the mattress. I loved to watch how desperate he became when teased.

"We're gonna play a little game now, sweet boy. When you guess wrong, you get a small punishment, and when you guess right, you get a reward. Would you like to play?"

"Um, yes?"

Even with his blindfold on, I could see his face scrunched with indecision. Adorable. He wanted all the rewards with no punishments.

"Here's how you play. Someone is going to lick you, and you have to guess whose tongue it is, mine or your Daddy's."

A fat drop of pre-cum welled in his slit.

"I see that got you excited. Someone needs to lick up that mess, and it's your turn to guess who."

Cass gently extricated himself from Nicky and joined me at the foot of the bed. "Help me hold his legs open," I invited.

I gave Cass a single nod, indicating he should go first. He dove right for Nicky's tiny pink prick, sucking a small mouthful between his lips. Nicky cried out, the muscles in his legs tensing against our hold.

"Um, my Daddy?" he guessed correctly. "‘Cause he's always so thirsty for that first taste of me."

Cass chuckled. "Guilty as charged."

"What's my reward?" he asked excitedly.

"Your reward is that I'm gonna clean your slit out real good, so it doesn't make another mess."

Cass speared the tip of his tongue into Nicky's tiny slit, scooping out as much as he could. Nicky writhed and wiggled. When Cass sealed his lips around the head of Nicky's small prick and sucked as hard as he could, Nicky choked.

"Too much, Daddy, too much."

Cass and I laughed at the boy's discomfort. He should be careful what he asked for.

It was my turn, and I rocked his small body backward to get at his ass better. I swirled my tongue around his tiny hole, pushing deeper with each swipe. Nicky made filthy sounds the deeper my tongue got. In and out, I thrust my tongue through his tight rim until the boy was practically crying, pleading for my cock.

"I don't know whose tongue, I don't care, just give me your dick. Pleeaasseeee."

Pulling back, I licked my lips and swallowed his musky sweetness down my throat. "You've got to make a guess, little boy."

"U-uncle Sam?"

"That's right, baby. That was my wicked tongue drilling into your tight ass. Want some more for your reward?"

"Yes, God yes!"

Chuckling, I dove between his cheeks, giving him more of my tongue. Cass covered his cries with his mouth. I didn't want to give him too much because I wasn't done playing with him yet.

Choosing his favorite toy, I covered Pinky, Nicky's little pink prostate massager, with lube and tapped his hole with it.

"What's that? What are you putting inside me?"

"You'll have to guess. Could be the end of your toothbrush."

"Yuck!" Nicky made a gagging sound.

"Could be the handle of a butter knife," Cass teased.

"Disgusting! You better not make me eat off that thing."

Struggling to hold back my laughter, I goaded him further. "Could be Hippo's soft, stuffed little seahorse tail."

Nicky gasped. Real panic set in, and I lost the battle with my laughter.

"Better not be! That's just cruel."

"Or maybe it's just a toy."

I continued to tease his hole, pressing against it with the slightest pressure, but not pushing past his tight rim. It took less than a minute for him to become desperate for more, pushing his bottom against the toy in a futile effort to get more of it inside of him.

"What are you trying to do, little boy? Are you trying to fuck yourself on this thing even though you don't know what it is?"

"As long as it's not Hippo's tail, I don't care what it is," he cried. "Just put it inside of me, please."

I took mercy on him, breaching his ass, but just barely, keeping the widest part of the toy at his entrance, so that he stayed stretched and burning. Twirling it in circles, I slid Pinky in and out, penetrating his opening again and again, prolonging the fire.

"Oohh, my bottom burns."

I put him out of his misery and pushed the toy as deep as I could. Nicky sighed with relief. And then I turned it on.

"It's Pinky! Thank God it's Pinky," he sighed.

Cass was in the process of torturing Nicky's nipples with his thumbs, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until they ached. I took his tiny little prick in my mouth and slurped on it noisily, catching every premature pulse of pre-cum triggered by Pinky massaging his prostate.

"I… I need a cock inside me. Please, Daddy, Uncle Sam, give me a cock."

Cass obliged him, stuffing Nicky's mouth full with his cock. Removing the toy, I lifted his bottom, bringing him level with my cock, and speared him with one thrust, sinking balls deep into his tight heat. Nicky cried out, but the sound was muffled around Cass's dick. I slammed into him hard, again and again, feeling the heat build in my belly.

Leaning over Nicky's small body, I claimed Cass's mouth, sliding my tongue inside to tangle with his. When I pulled back, I pulled out of Nicky's body as well.

"Noooooo," he cried .

I positioned myself so that Cass and I sat facing each other, my legs around his hips and his around mine. The small space between our chests was for Nicky. I picked him up as easily as a rag doll and slid his body between ours.

"I have a special seat picked out just for you, sweet boy. All you have to do is sit on it."

He wrapped his arms around my neck and lowered himself until he felt two hard cocks push against his bottom.

"I can't take two at a time yet. I've been practicing, I swear, but it hurts so bad. I'm not stretched enough yet."

Part of me hoped he was never stretched that wide because I'd never felt anything as incredible as the tightness in his ass.

"Then take one at a time, little one. You'll just have to guess which one of us is inside of you."

"I love this game," he sighed.

There was no lube on my cock when he took it inside of him, only what was left inside of his ass from the toy, and the friction was beyond description. I had no words to describe the exquisite feeling of the drag of his inner walls squeezing my shaft as he bounced up and down, hanging onto my neck for dear life. He panted heavily from the pleasure and exertion of his workout. His warm breath puffed over my lips and I swallowed each one.

On his next bounce, I slid my hands beneath his ass, lifting him up off my cock. "Time to switch." He slid back down again on his Daddy's cock, and he was able to guess it was Cass from Cass's gasp.

"Christ in heaven, your ass is tight, boy."

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fill my ass with your load."

With his eyes squeezed tight, Cass grunted, grabbed Nicky's hips, and slammed up into him hard. They both cried out in unison as Cass emptied his balls inside of Nicky's ass.

"My turn, baby."

I lifted him onto my cock and crunched my stomach so that I could drive my hips up into him. Quick, hard thrusts in rapid succession like a jackhammer.

"Mmmmm, unnnngh." Nicky was beyond coherent words. He just held on for the ride, taking my pounding like a champ.

"You're doing so good, baby boy. Taking my cock so well. You want my load?"

"Yes, please. Put it in there next to my Daddy's."

This sweet boy was so nasty, so perfect. I might never get my fill of him. My hips stilled as my cock spurted inside his body, filling him with my hot load. He collapsed against my chest, and Cass peppered his back and shoulders with kisses.

"You did so good, my love. You're the best boy in the whole world. Daddy's sweet perfect boy."

He clung tighter to my neck, awaiting my praise. "Thank you, little one. You never fail to make me see stars." I placed a kiss on his head. "But the fun isn't over. For our enjoyment, I'd like to see you find your way to the bathroom and clean up with the blindfold still on."

"Don't wanna clean up. Wanna fall asleep with your loads inside me," he sighed tiredly.

"That sounds perfect," Cass agreed. He rolled backward, reaching for the nightstand, and pulled a small stainless steel plug from the top drawer. "Lift up, baby. Let Daddy plug your full ass."

He gasped as Cass slid the plug inside him, but settled again against my chest. My phone rang, the worst timing ever.

"I'll get him settled while you go answer that," Cass suggested.

Striding into the kitchen, I grabbed my phone from the counter, seeing my sister's name pop up on the caller ID. Why would she be calling me this late?

"Hey, Allison, is everything okay?"

She sighed heavily before speaking. "I can't take it anymore. We are at our wits' end. Matt got fired from his job at the store today for mouthing off to his boss. He's always late, and I just can't deal with his attitude anymore. Neither can his father. All they do is argue. Matt is always angry, and always looking to start a fight. His father wants him gone."

"I'm sorry to hear that. The kid definitely needs an attitude adjustment, if you ask me. But I don't know what you want me to do about it. "

"Can you take him for the summer? Give him a job on one of your boats? Teach him something about hard work and maturity."

"Me? Take your bratty kid for the summer? No fucking thank you."

"Sam, please. I'm out of options. Matt needs help. Something's got to give. The only answer I can think of is you. I'm desperate."

I was definitely not the answer to her problem. She had me between a rock and a hard place. I really couldn't say no, although I was screaming it in my head.

"You owe me so hard. Send him to the dock in the morning, no later than eight o'clock. Pack him a duffel bag."

I hung up without saying goodbye. Pissed didn't even begin to describe how I felt about being saddled with him. I had a lot of ideas planned for this summer.

Babysitting my bratty nephew wasn't one of them.