All Chapters of Knots of Kinship: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ushing the door open, Harvey let out a sigh. If he had known, he would have told his father to pick him up alongside his stepbrother. But alas, he was too drunk and high on drugs to respond to Rory’s message when it came through. Right now, all he wanted to do was rest. Going up to his room, he noticed Rory's door was wide open. He entered expecting to see his step-sibling, but the room was empty to him. Not thinking much of it, he left the room. His brows furrowed as he saw that his dad’s door was open. He would never leave it open, but it was wide open like he had shoved it open in haste. Harvey’s stomach twisted as he entered the room. And what he saw was the last thing he would have ever expected. A sudden wave of emotions rushed over him. Jealousy, rage, disgust—hunger. His hands dug into his pockets, grabbed his phone, and turned it to record him. His slutty step-brother was desperately masturbating to his father’s underwear. Harvey always thought something was off about him

eaving the bed, Nicholas went to lock the door after Harvey, worried he would decide to burst into the room again.The room was quiet, only filled with Rory’s soft sobs and Nicholas’s hushed words. His stepfather loomed over him. His wide, broad frame casts a shadow over his son’s body. His fingers traced the bruises on his body. Surely it still hurt the kid.His neck and his thigh had light traces of Harvey’s prints.“Daddy…” Rory whimpered. His voice breaking as he leaned closer to him, leaning deeper into the warmth of his father.Nicholas hummed in response as he stared down at the kid. The kid he had helped raise since he married his mother.He had watched him grow. Being there for every award and winning. The kid had always been so timid and so quiet. But now, she was a temptation to him and his bane.What would he do now?However, that was a question and possibly—hopefully—an answer for another day. For now he had to do something to calm the growing anger within him.He smelled

Rory wasn’tRory is a Thatcher on legal government paper and not by blood.“There is a difference.”“Oh, really? A difference. Oh, pray tell.”“Harvey is my biological son, my heir and—”“And what? Rory is what?”Nicholas ground his teeth as she glared at the woman. But she couldn’t care less.“Weren’t you the one going off on him, my son, his my son, his my son? But he is not your biological son.”Stepping closer and getting all up in his face, she continued. “I know. And I’m his mother. I will be sure to get him something and rightfully secure his future. Whether he likes it or not.”“So, he had no choice?”She scoffed at his ridiculous self-serving words. “Choice? You speak of choice like you gave Harvey a choice when you also engaged him with Amelia at their extremely adolescent age. Don’t speak to me about choice.”“Amelia and Harvey are childhood friends.”“Oh yeah, right, and let me guess. They had those little kiddie weddings little kids have, and you and your late wife though

This was the first time Nicholas was having sex with a man. He had a few flings here and there in his past, but never bothered about it. In other words, they had no preparation. Nicholas spat in his hand, slicking himself, spreading Rory with one finger, then two, then three, all the while pressing their dicks together and stroking them at the same time. “You are mine!!” Nicholas said again. But Rory was no fool; he knew it was the aphrodisiac working. But he was ready to delude himself into thinking better.“Yours.” He gasped as his father pressed down on his dick. Removing his fingers from his asshole, he licked his ass cum and rubbed some on his dick. He aligned himself to his entrance and, without warning, shoved it deep into himRory cried out. His body was stretching, alarmed by the sudden intrusion. But his dick and mine took it in. Grabbing his waist, Nicholas began thrusting in, and Rory was losing his mind.“Fuck Rory!!! You are so fucking tight, like you want to break my

“Let me see my handiwork.” Harvey pushes Rory down as he makes a move to strip him of his clothes, not just shorts.This time, Rory struggles with him. Just today, just one day. Let him have the lingering feeling of his father on his body. He didn’t even want to bathe. He had hoped to finish breakfast quickly and have a brief fantasy about yesterday. So he did not wish to be defiled by his nasty elder brother. An annoyed glint flared in Harvey’s eyes. “Why are you fighting me? You loved it under the table, didn’t you? I mean, after all, you came; I felt the heat.” His brow furrowed deeply. Harvey didn’t want to believe Rory didn’t enjoy having his touch on his body. Rory didn’t enjoy getting a hand job from him? That wounded his ego.He threw his phone onto the nearest couch and used two hands to forcibly lift Rory’s shirt above his head. “I will give you more. I know you want more and—” His words got stuck in his throat as he stared at Rory’s body. Hickeys were everywhere. Harvey