Page 17 of Say Uncle

“Is Sam what?”

“You know,” I gestured towards my body. “Underneath all that.”

“Under his clothes?” Nicky cackled. “He’s hot as fuck. And he’s got a huge, fat dick.”

“Get out,” I challenged.

“No, I mean it.”

“And what does your Daddy do when you’re entertaining your uncle?”

“He watches,” Nicky said, clapping his hands andstomping his feet on the floorboards. “And participates.”

“Fuck.” I rearranged my growing dick. “That might be hot.”

“Might be? Getting turned on?” he asked, trailing his fingertip down my arm.

“No,” I protested, shrugging him off. “What do you even do with two guys at once? You’re a little fucking pipsqueak.”

“We like to role-play,” Nicky said matter-of-factly.

I choked again, pounding on my chest as I coughed. “Role-play what?”

“I don’t know; everything. Anything. Whatever I can think of. Especially Sam. He’s really good at playing along.”

“Seriously?” I couldn’t imagine the always-stern Sam having a playful side.

“Yup.”

“I can’t picture it.”

“But you’re trying to,” he said knowingly.

I treated him to lunch at the Shuckin’ Shack, his favorite place, and he insisted we sit out by the water so he could chuck bread balls to the seagulls. When our waitress approached us, he ordered conch fritters, a huge plate of curly fries, and a Long Island Iced Tea.

The waitress laughed. “Sorry kiddo, you’re not twenty-one yet.”

Nicky turned his huge puppy dog eyes on her. “What if I have an ID that says I am?”

“What if I called Cass and told him you were trying to pass off a fake ID?” she challenged.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Maybe I would? Also, he informed me that, even when you are old enough to drink legally, that you’re violently allergic to alcohol, and that I should never serve you without adult supervision.”

“How dare he! I feel so betrayed. I might point out that if I were actually twenty-one, I wouldn’t need adult supervision. I would be an adult,” he finished wisely.

“Nice try, Nicky. How about I bring you a regular iced tea with extra lemon?” she suggested.

“Totally unsatisfactory,” he pouted. I was laughing when he returned his attention to me. “Do not laugh! That was so underhanded and sneaky of him.”

“He could say the same about you,” I pointed out, grinning harder.

Nicky winked. “My Daddy swears I am a sweet and smart boy. But my Uncle Sam says that he is blind because I’m ‘manipulatively clever.’”

“I think your uncle is right.”

“And I think you shouldn’t share your opinion,” he said hotly.

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