Stavros and his son Dimitri had gotten here first. A fishing village somewhere called Florida, where Stavros could continue to be a sponge fisherman and Dimitri could possibly have a better life. Stavros wasn't Dimitri's real father, he'd adopted the boy when his mother had died in childbirth as a favor to Stavros' brother Costas, whose brother in law was Dimitri's real father. Like Dimitri's mother, Cassandra, Costas's precious wife Eleni had died giving birth to Costa's son, Angelo but Eleni's brother Anatoli had been killed a little after Dimitri was born. Dimitri didn't know why Anatoli had been killed and he didn't really care, he had no connection to the man except biologically. He didn't even really care about his dead mother. All that mattered to the nearly fourteen year old was that Stavros wasn't his real father. It made what happened every night much easier to take.
Costas and his family followed Stavros and Dimitri to Florida a year later, when Dimitri was nearly eleven and Angelo was eight.
To Dimitri, Angelo was a curly headed little brat who Dimitri's father seemed to love to babysit whenever Costas went out for a night on the town. Too young for Dimitri to deal with but cute enough for Stavros to want to spend time with. Dimitri had a suspicion what happened during that time and if that was the case, so much the better. Maybe then he'd leave Dimitri the fuck alone.
Stavros would go to Costas' place to play cards and drink ouzo til all hours of the nignt, another thing that suited Dimitri just fine because that meant he'd stumble home and pass out in his own bed without crawling into Dimitri's.
Dimitri had never accompanied Stavros on those nights, mostly because he had no interest, but one day Stavros sent Dimitri over to Costas' place to get money. Stavros was always "borrowing" money from Costas that the whole family knew would never be paid back but as long as it was being borrowed, Stavros could keep his pride intact.
Dimitri knocked on the door and it was opened by a beautiful little boy with dark curls and eyes just as dark. "Papa's not here," he said, his childish voice a contradiction with the promises that pretty face seemed to offer.
Poli oreo, who was he?!
Dimitri looked at the kid again and realized who it was. "Angelo?"
"What do you want?" Angelo replied in a way that was resentful yet arrogant at the same time.
Dimitri chuckled at that tone, a tone that had no business coming out of a child's mouth. "You know who I am, Angelo?"
Angelo snorted. "You're my cousin Dimitri, malaka. Big fucking deal."
Dimitri couldn't help but stare at the balls this kid had. And stare at how gorgeous Angelo had become. His cute little features had blossomed into exquisiteness. Dimitri found his eyes moving over his cousin's slender little body, almost licking his lips at the sight of Angelo's pouty lips. "You don't like me or something, little cousin?" Dimitri half-teased.
"You don't like me."
So that's what this was all about. "I don't know you," was Dimitri's answer. An honest answer.
"You never wanted to."
Yeah, that was exactly what his attitude was about. Dimitri shrugged, unable to take his eyes off the younger boy. He still couldn't get over the fact that this sensuous nymphlet was his little cousin Angelo. And he couldn't understand why he was feeling this lust towards the kid. Lust that made him want to take Angelo, throw him down on the floor and fuck his brains out.
The fact that his dick was getting so hard it hurt didn't really phase Dimitri in the least. Once Dimitri managed to wrap his mind around the idea that his bratty cousin and this dark beauty were the same person, he had no problem with wanting his body, baby cousin or not. Which made him no better than Stavros butit didn't bother Dimitri as much as it probably should have.
And little Angelo seemed to be quite aware of how Dimitri was looking at him because he smirked. "You want to now."
Just that look told Dimitri that his suspicions about Stavros' "babysitting" were more like truths. And it made Dimitri eager to find out what his little cousin had "learned." He wouldn't be so obvious about it, though.
Not yet.
Dimitri smiled. "How old are you now, huh? Last time I saw you was back in Piraeus."
Angelo laughed. "You didn't bother with me then either," he pointed out but it was with amusement rather than bitterness. He knew what his big cousin wanted ever since he saw that familiar look in those icy blue eyes. The look that meant Dimitri had suddenly found a use for him that he didn't have "back in Piraeus." Now he was holding the cards and Angelo liked that just fine. "Eleven," he said, but made it an unspoken challenge. Angelo was really asking two different questions.
You want to mess around even though I'm eleven or because I'm eleven?
"That's right," Dimitri replied, "I remember. About two and a half, nearly three years younger than I am."
Angelo remembered too. Remembered that Dimitri had been almost ten when his father had started messing with Angelo. A little after that, when Uncle Stavros and Dimitri came over here, had been the last time Angelo had seen Cousin Dimitri. The asshole made damned sure that his son wasn't around whenever he offered to watch Angelo. That way there were no interruptions or any explanations necessary about what Angelo's face was doing between Uncle Stavros' legs.
Not that Angelo minded all that much. Sucking the perv off was something Angelo had been doing since his uncle taught him that first lesson when Angelo was seven. Besides, it wasn't like Stavros didn't do the same for Angelo. Thanks to him, Angelo knew how to please a man. And he knew how to be pleased by one.
Dimitri gave Angelo a lazy smile and Angelo found himself looking at his golden boy cousin in a whole different way. Dimitri had grown to be quite handsome and nicely muscled. "Papa's coming over here tonight to play Kseri and get drunk with your papa, he can get his money then." His smile grew wicked. "I can come with him. Get reacquainted?" Dimitri said suggestively.
"Sounds like fun." Angelo's small hand opened the door wider. "You can go now."
Was the little bugger dismissing him? "You're getting rid of me?" Dimitri asked in a teasing tone that didn't quite hide the menace underneath. How fucking dare the little brat think he could just get rid of him.
But either Angelo missed Dimitri's veiled threat or he didn't care. "I said, you can go now. Papa doesn't let me have strangers over the house while he's gone."
"But I'm no stranger," Dimitri growled, losing patience.
Angelo smiled. "For now, you are." He had the fucking nerve to give Dimitri a little push out the door. "Ya sou."
And what was Dimitri
gonna do? Force his way back inside? "Ya sou," he muttered
and went back home.
Usually Angelo just stayed in his room when Uncle Stavros came over. Safer that
way. The less contact he had with the man, the better. Frankly, it had reached
the point where the only thing Stavros wanted from Angelo was sex. Angelo felt
ambivalent about it all. When he thought about his uncle pawing him, making
Angelo suck him off, it turned his stomach and he wanted to puke. But when Stavros
had his pleasure, his mouth and hands did wonderful things to Angelo and he
enjoyed every minute of it. And Angelo loved the way his darling uncle writhed
under his own mouth.
But Uncle Stavros knew how to make Angelo feel damned good. Especially with the new things he was trying. Showing Angelo how much pleasure could be had with his ass. Stavros's tongue and his fingers soon had Angelo actually wanting more.
How fucking nauseating.
A sudden knock on his door made him nearly jump out of his skin. "Angelo. It's Dimitri."
He actually showed up. Would wonders ever cease. Angelo was nervous and excited at the same time, wondering what Dimitri would actually do. Angelo opened the door. "Your papa didn't care you were going with him tonight?"
Dimitri snorted. "You must be joking. He's delighted I'm not running the streets tonight. Maybe he thinks I'm," Dimitri's smile grew, "gonna babysit YOU." He drew closer to Angelo and instantly felt a strong current, pulling him to his little cousin. The desire to kiss Angelo had come on suddenly but intensely, impossible to ignore. Dimitri didn't even bother to warn Angelo, he just leaned over and grazed his lips against Angelo's.
And felt an electrical jolt of desire that spread through his body, sending shockwaves resonating down into his cock.
Angelo's eyes widened, apparently he felt it too. "You can babysit me some more," he decided.
Even if Angelo hadn't said that, Dimitri intended to do it anyway. He cupped Angelo's cheek and kissed him for real this time, licking at his mouth and sucking his lips until Angelo got the hint and let his tongue inside.
It was like dipping his tongue into a live wire that crackled with electricity and sparked every nerve in his body. Dimitri had never felt that way with anyone. Just kissing Angelo had switched Dimitri's body on and he'd do anything to keep it that way.
He moaned softly and pulled Angelo closer, grinding into him, growing more excited when he felt that Angelo was as hard as he was. Everytime his tongue touched Angelo's, it was like getting an electric shock and when he deepened the kiss, he thought he was gonna come right then and there.
Dimitri knew it'd be even better if Angelo could kiss. Oh he felt good, but it was passive. Angelo let Dimitri kiss him, but it was obvious to Dimitri that his baby cousin was used to someone just shoving their tongue in his mouth.
Just like Stavros always did.
Dimitri broke the kiss a moment. "Agoraki," he purred, "I'm gonna teach you how to kiss."
Angelo frowned. "I know how to kiss."
"No," Dimitri kissed Angelo full on the lips, "you don't. Kissing isn't just my tongue in your mouth. It's your tongue in my mouth. Your tongue exploring my mouth. You get me?"
"Show me," was Angelo's answer.
"Gladly," Dimitri whispered, cupping Angelo's beautiful face in his hands and started off by gently brushing his lips against his cousin's. "Now you kiss me back, just like that."
Angelo followed Dimitri's move and then some. The touch of his lips was so light that it almost make Dimitri squirm. Angelo was a really fast learner and if this was a sample of what he could do, Dimitri was gonna really enjoy this lesson. "Very good," he praised, trying not to hyperventilate. "Kisses can be soft and it's sexy as hell, baby. But don't you want to really feel it, Angelaki?"
Angelo blinked. He barely knew Dimitri and Dimitri was already being affectionate with him? Calling him "little Angelo?" He'd expect that out of his father, something that never happened, probably because he had no affection for his son. Could be because Angelo killed his father's "precious Elení." Could also be because his Costas didn't know if Angelo was really his or the result of Elení's rape. All Angelo knew was that although Costas was a father to him; fed Angelo, clothed him, took rudimentary care of him, Costas didn't care for Angelo. At all.
Yet, here Dimitri was calling Angelo something affectionate. It didn't feel right. "Dimitri, I'll mess around with you, you don't have to pretend you like me, okay?"
Dimitri stared at the boy, amazed at how perceptive he was at such a young age. "Not pretending," Dimitri murmured against Angelo's neck as his lips slowly trailed up and down. And strangely, that was true. Angelo may have been a fucking brat years ago but Dimitri was liking this pint sized ball of fire. Then his lips curled into a soft smile and he said, "I want to do more than mess around with you, Angelaki. Once you learn how to kiss, we can move on to other things."
Angelo laughed and it was strangely chilling. Why would an eleven year old have such an evil laugh? "You don't need to teach me "other things," sweet Dimitri," Angelo said with amusement. "I know what I'm doing. Now that we got that straight… " Angelo whispered, "is this what you mean?" His hand slid to the back of Dimitri's neck and to Dimittri's shock, kissed Dimitri forcefully. Angelo's mouth pressed hard against Dimitri's, almost forcing his tongue into his older cousin's mouth. Dimitri couldn't help but moan as Angelo's tongue danced inside Dimitri's mouth, sliding against Dimitri's own tongue before exploring and claiming new territory in Dimitri's mouth.
Fuck yeah. Now Angelo not only knew how to kiss, that kiss was intoxicating, leaving Dimitri feverishly aroused, knowing he and Angelo were about to get to know each other a whole lot better on Angelo's bed. He broke the kiss but kept planting little kisses on Angelo's lips as he spoke. "You learned real, real good," he admitted, kissing Angelo softly. "Now you can show me what you know, nai?" The playfulness ended. "Your bed. Now, " he ordered.
Angelo laughed in a way that gave Dimitri a whole other kind of chill. A sort of husky, throaty chuckle that sounded like sex and went straight to Dimitri's cock. A laugh like that had no business coming out of a child that young but it was that very fact that got Dimitri even hotter. "What's so funny, agapi?" Dimitri asked in a tone bordering on demanding, not liking the cold amusement that gleamed in those dark eyes.
"You are." Angelo crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Are you just kissing up to me to get into my sister Tasoula's pants?" He rolled his eyes. "If so, fucking around with me won't get you any closer to her snatch. It's not like I talk to her."
Dimitri just smirked. "Sit on the bed, Angelaki," he whispered. "Legs dangling down over the edge, entaksei?"
Angelo nodded. "Okei." He calmly walked over to his bed and did as Dimitri told him.
Dimitri immediately crouched in front of Angelo, long enough to spread his legs more. "Little cousin," Dimitri said softly, "no offense to Tasoula but cunt I have no use for or liking for." He leaned forward and nipped at Angelo's rigid cock, through the jeans. "This is what I came for." He licked Angelo's jeaned crotch and Angelo felt a ripple of pleasure resonate throughout his body. "I want your cock," Dimitri breathed, unzipping and unbuttoning Angelo's jeans. "Your body."
Dimitri's fingers gripped the waistband of Angelo's jeans but Angelo glared at him. "I can take my own pants off," he said quietly. It wasn't a request.
Dimitri would go for this for now. But once he did his luscious cousin fully, tasting and penetrating every part of that fuckable body, then Dimitri would knock the little shit down a thousand pegs. Just the thought of it got Dimitri aroused. "Then take them off, Angelaki."
Angelo shrugged, pulled off his pants and briefs, his cock hard and flat against his stomach as he lay on his back on the bed. "Good enough?" he asked, his tone slightly mocking,
This time Dimitri did lick his lips. "Good enough to eat, little bird." And a moment later he did just that. He lay down on his stomach with his face resting between Angelo's legs and lapped hungrily at his shaft, long licks up and down and Angelo bucked in the bed. "Agapimeni," Dimitri purred, "you taste absolutely scrumptious," he remarked before his tongue pushed Angelo's cock into his mouth. And he was telling the truth. Angelo's skin was an opiate; just having him in Dimitri's mouth was filling Dimitri with pure lust.
Angelo writhed under Dimitri's mouth and not only did it switch Angelo on in a way he'd never experienced before, he quickly realized that Dimitri KNEW how to suck cock and did it very, very well. And it felt soooo good. And he wasn't Stavros.
Dimitri sucked Angelo down so hard that Angelo's fingers were fisting his sheets, his body flailing, theè mou Angelo was super responsive. The little whimpers and moans he made were getting Dimitri off big time. He wanted to drive his little cousin even more crazy so he pulled Angelo's cock out until he was sucking on just the head so his fingers could wrap around the curly haired boy's shaft and he could pull in rhythm to his sucking.
Angelo's head tossed from side to side, the pleasure was building up so strongly in him he could barely stand it. Stavros wasn't gonna fucking touch him again because he was quickly learning that he could have the ecstasy without the revolting disgust he felt afterwards.
In fact, it wasn't only that Dimitri was better at it than Stavros was, it was that Dimitri just felt fantastic. Just being around Dimitri was dizzying and Angelo couldn't say how he knew, but he did know that Dimitri was feeling that same exact thing. It was as if electricity zinged through Angelo's body then arced to Dimitri's from the first touch of their lips.
Angelo's hips started thrusting up and Dimitri grasped Angelo's cock and pulled it from his mouth. "You're not fucking my mouth, Angelaki," he whispered, "just let me get you off." Then he grinned. "Shit, can you even come, poulaki mou?"
"If you didn't
think I could, why blow me?"
Such blunt arrogance in that child's voice. Got Dimitri even more hot yet uneasy at the same time. And irritated that he didn't have an answer for that remark. "You want me to finish you or not, vromopaido?"
"I can come," Angelo retorted. And he could, since about a half a year ago. About the same time that Stavros stopped sucking Angelo off. Guess he didn't like the mouthful of come.
Angelo's petulant insistence was cute. And Angelo looked so wanton, Dimitri was willing to make Angelo come. Now and for the rest of the night.
Just as Dimitri's tongue started teasing Angelo's now half-hard cock, he suddenly heard someone walking upstairs. Angelo's room was the first room on the left. Fuck.
Then came the knock on the door. "Angelo?"
Stavros' voice. What the fuck did he want?
At that moment both boys' eyes met and they scrambled into their clothing in record time before the door opened and Stavros smiled but Dimitri didn't miss the evil look his "father" threw him. "You've got to get up early, Mimis. It's time to go."
Dimitri bristled at the pet name, smelling the ouzo stinking Stavros' body and breath. "You always bitch I don't come with, Papa. I'm here now. I don't need that much sleep."
Stavros' eyes narrowed for a moment, his eyes moving from Dimitri to Angelo, to Dimitri again.
He knew. And Stavros obviously didn't like the idea that both his fucktoys were now about to fuck each other. He slapped Dimitri's face so hard that tears welled in those blue eyes. "Get your ass off your little cousin's bed and leave before I throw you out bodily."
To Dimitri's surprise, Angelo piped up, smiling sweetly at Stavros. "Yeah, I'm real tired, can you turn off the light when you leave, Uncle Stavros?"
Dimitri watched the surprise blink in Stavros' eyes, then the anger at being kicked out when he obviously meant to play with Angelo the moment Dimitri left. Dimitri was competing with his father for Angelo. The son was competing with the father, who happened to be fucking his son, for the affections of the nephew and cousin. How fucked up was that?
But Stavros had just been outmaneuvered by an eleven year old boy. Fucking beautiful. Dimitri yawned and grabbed his father's hand. "Ela, Papa, are we going or not?"
And if he didn't know better, Dimtri would think he saw his baby cousin wink at him.
Sure, going home with Stavros would guarantee that he'd take this all out on Dimitri's body, pawing him everywhere but it was worth it to see the look of defeat in Stavros's eyes. So fucking worth it.
The man and his son stumbled out Angelo's door and almost slammed it shut. Angelo was thankful as hell that Stavros didn't get the chance to start on him tonight. Angelo's father must be passed out drunk or Stavros never would have had taken the chance and fuck around with Angelo here. Especially since he knew sex could feel so good, during and after.
He didn't need or want Stavros anymore. Stavros knew it and that was the reason he reacted so violently when he figured out he'd just interrupted in the middle of sex.
Because he knew once Angelo knew enough to want better, he'd never let Stavros touch him again.
And "better" was definitely his cousin Dimitri.