Page 45 of Say Uncle

“I won’t. I promise.”

My hands resumed their place on his hips, and he pulled Nicky against his chest, determined to grind on someone. He was lucky his front wasn’t sore. Cass dropped his gaze to my lips, and we drifted together. His kiss made everything inside of me settle. He’d always had that effect on me. Cass was my other half, my anchor. It’d been too long since I’d been inside of him, and I planned to remedy that before this trip was over.

The heat from so many bodies crowded close together, and the exertion from dancing, made sweat break out across my skin. I was overheated and horny, and I wanted to get out of here and go fuck.

“Are we almost ready to leave?” I called out to Cass above the music.

“We just got here,” he laughed. “Let the boys have fun.”

I planned to, just not inside of this club. Another hour was all I could take. “Let’s go cool off on the beach,” I suggested.

“Yeah!” Nicky was too eager, knowing that it was a nude beach. But he didn’t plan on being ogled; he thought we were the ones going to do theogling.

We took a taxi down to the beach, and when we walked by a vacant lounge chair, I told the boys, “Strip.” Their eyes got wide like deer caught in headlights of an oncoming truck.

“US, strip?” Mattie asked.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“What’s the matter?” Cass asked Nicky. “You don’t seem to have a problem stripping when you’ve had a drink or two.”

“But I haven’t had a drink or two,” he insisted.

“Are you saying no?” I asked him, “Because the punch card isn’t going to fill itself.” He looked panicked when I mentioned it and began wiggling out of his shorts.

“Fuck,” Mattie cursed under his breath, removing his shirt.

When the boys were naked, I dropped their clothes on the lounge chair and took Mattie by the hand. Cass took Nicky’s, and we led our boys past the thinning crowd of tourists.

“Are we supposed to be your arm candy?” Mattie asked.

“No, not you, your red fucking ass. Everybody can see that you got a spanking today. Showing that off is making my dick incredibly hard.”

Mattie scoffed. “Damn, now you’re making mine hard.”

“Even better. Give them something to really look at. Coming and going.”

Of course, Nicky was hard, because he was a little exhibitionist slut. The humiliation didn’t hurt either. He secretly loved it, but hated that he loved it.

“Daddy, next time we come back here, I want you to fill my bottom with your cum and plug me so everyone can see.”

“Damn, Nicky!” Mattie breathed. “You little cum slut.”

Nicky shrugged, unaffected by the name.

We drew many curious stares, and some coveted ones, and then the boys jumped in the water to swim. Cass and I took a seat on a lounge chair. I dug my toes into the cool, soft sand, powdery-white like a fine sugar.

“Is tonight the night?” he asked.

“I certainly fucking hope so. I discussed it with him earlier. Mattie wants Nicky to be his first.”

“Makes sense,” Cass sighed. “Nicky’s safe, Mattie’s nervous, but that’s giving. What about receiving?”

“Me. He wants me. I’ll gladly wait my turn.”

“So no more reservations about fucking your sister’s kid?”

“Fuck reservations. Fuck my sister and her cocksucking husband. Mattie is mine, or at least, he will be.”

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