Page 3 of Say Uncle

“I bet,” I guessed, booping him on the nose, “that you think if you are a very,verygood 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,verygood 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 andalmost 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 horseand 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.”

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