Rich White Boys

6

Ricky bounced eagerly in his seat as he waited for his shaped pancakes to be brought to him. It was Sunday after all and what was Sunday without breakfast as a family. It was a bit of a tradition for Ricky and his mother to have a gourmet meal together in bed, but now that it was more than just them in the house, the festive gathering would be held in the living room.

Mister Warner sat in one corner of the couch, Ricky's mother leaning against him with her legs up. Christopher had chosen to nestle into a chair and Ricky sat at his feet, Matthew by his side. A children's movie was on the television but no one paid much attention to it.

"Pancakes!" Ricky cheered as a chef handed him a plate. Matthew told Ricky to hold on as he went to the kitchen. He waited a bit but he was tempted to dig into his breakfast. He was thankful he held off though when Matthew returned with a bowl of whipped cream. Matthew began to smooth the extra sugar over the formerly healthy meal.

"Should you really be doing that considering what just happened?" Christopher piped up as he bit into a chocolate-covered strawberry. Ricky's mother agreed and told a chef to make her son another set of pancakes while taking away the ruined ones.

"Ricky, while you wait, come have some strawberries with me," Christopher suggested, adjusting his position so that Ricky could sit on his lap. He climbed up onto his older brother with ease and leaned into him as Christopher brought a berry to his lip and told him to bite. Ricky giggled and held onto Christopher's hand as he continued to devour the fruit.

Christopher glanced at Matthew, seeing him look rather jealous. His plan was working perfectly and driving a wedge between Ricky and Matthew was going smoothly.

Christopher pulled Ricky a bit tighter to his body, feeding him another berry. Ricky wiggled into his lap and rested against his chest.

Ricky nibbled each and every strawberry until his lips were around Chris' fingers, tongue gently lapping up the dripping juices.  When Matthew came back, he swiftly picked Ricky up off Chris' lap and sat him on his own, letting him eat the tiny little pancakes with his hands.

"Blackbear, I'm full." Ricky admitted. He had eaten so many strawberries that his lips were stained red and his belly was stretched.

Matthew set Ricky's plate on the coffee table and carried him off to the bathroom, washing him up.

"Would you like to go swimming today?" Matthew offered, willing to play some water games with him. Ricky nodded and rushed to his closet, picking out a frilly pink bikini to wear. It barely covered him, but he didn't mind.

The two went down to the pool, Ricky sitting on the edge and setting his legs in the water.

"I thought I'd find you two down here..." Christopher gave Ricky a warm smile which quickly dropped when he saw Matthew getting out some pool toys.

"Chrissy!" Ricky cheered, getting up and jumping into Chris' arms. One area where Christopher had Matthew beat was in height.  While both of them could carry Ricky, only Chris could lift Ricky so high he could touch the ceiling.

Christopher let Ricky down for a moment, going to the bathroom and quickly changing into his short swim trunks. When he went back out, Ricky was in the water with Matthew. Ricky was treading water while Matthew popped up and down, making funny faces. Ricky was laughing so much that he started to have trouble breathing, his weight causing him to slip under a bit.

Matthew could see the struggle and took hold of Ricky, keeping him afloat while he calmed down and regained his breath. Meanwhile, Chris was swimming under the water, popping up under Ricky and lifting him on his shoulders. Ricky started to laugh again, it feeling funny to him to be suddenly lifted from the water.

Christopher received a strong glare from Matthew, but that didn't stop him from entertaining Ricky nonetheless.

Chris and Matthew spent a long while trying to win Ricky over, Matthew tossing dive rings and small capsules with toys for Ricky to retrieve while Chris was always by Ricky's side in case he started to get tired or needed someone to hang onto.

"I'm tired." Ricky admitted after nearly an hour of play. He floated on his back a bit, Chris keeping a hand on him so his head wouldn't go under.

"How about you go in the hot tub and I'll meet you there?" Matthew offered, slipping into the pool to gather all the toys left behind.

Ricky agreed and Chris helped him out of the pool, walking him to the spa room. Chris helped Ricky into steamy tub, making sure he was comfortable. Matthew wasn't far behind them, keeping an eye on Chris.

Ricky was relaxing in one of the seats when he started to play with the bubbles, the jets forcing him into the middle of the tub.  Matthew caught him, Ricky's little body being too fragile for such a strong setting.  Chris adjusted the jets and helped Ricky back into his seat, helping hold him in place.

"This feels funny." Ricky admitted. His bathing suit bottoms had rode up and no longer covered what they were supposed to cover. The jets were tickling his groin, a feeling Ricky never felt before.

"Do you like it?" Chris started to ask when Matthew cut him off.

"You just have to go pee... Let me get you a towel." He insisted, getting out of the hot tub quickly and getting a big soft bath sheet, wrapping it around Ricky's shoulders as soon as he stood so he wouldn't be exposed to Chris.

Matthew walked Ricky out of the room, glaring at Chris one last time before bringing him off to the bathroom. He wasn't going to let Ricky be ruined by his step-brother.

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