Novels by Quyte

Rory suddenly felt his brother’s hands on his thigh, in-between his mother’s question. Rory had conveniently worn loose shorts, as he didn’t want any restriction around his ass and dick area. This meant he was completely bare and exposed for his brother to torment, or more accurately, touch.Harvey’s touches were hot and intense, and Rory eagerly and desperately blamed it on his sensitive body after his sex with his father. “The Hewitt family has a daughter. Her name is Christy, short for Christine; she is around your age, and I believe she goes to the same university as you. She is a nice girl; their family is good.” Heidi informed.But there was none of it that Rory heard. Harvey’s hand had been creeping up his inner thigh, through the space of his baggy, loose shorts, for minutes now. He would reach meters from his dick and then linger around his thigh before giving his dick a one-two-three tap. Rinse and repeat.Having had enough, he moved to stand, but Harvey suddenly clutched

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

Rory gripped his hands in a tight fist as his steps echoed through the stairs of the house. He knew he couldn’t continue being his brother’s slave. It was infuriating, just because of mere pictures?The only way he had been coping with sucking on Harvey’s dick was by thinking it was his father. After all, they did look alike, and he had never seen his dad’s cock before.“I can’t keep doing this.” He muttered, sitting on the stairway; he held his head in his hand and sighed.“I don’t want Daddy to hate me, but I really can’t continue like this.” His voice was low, almost like a murmur. It really stressed him as he wondered what he would actually do. Slowly, a feeling crawled up his chest. A sinking thought that might get him out of this dilemma.“Harvey would always release the videos and pictures, whether I do as he says or not. I just need a counter. And Daddy would hate me either way, so I might as well fulfill my long desire and get something over Daddy.”Though he didn’t like th

Pushing 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 hi

The noise from students and vehicles annoyed him as he aggressively tapped on his phone. Standing under the sun with dripping sweat, slight irritation rose on Rory’s skin. And it didn’t help that his headphones were about to die on him. But somehow, he wasn’t annoyed; rather, he was excited, ecstatic even. His stepfather was picking him up from university.Rory had just finished the first semester of school and was more than excited to head back home. School was never something he was excited about. He only went because he had to, and it was expected of him. It wasn’t easy holding himself back from calling his dad to come pick him up from school. Though as much as he was excited about his father picking him up now, he didn’t like that he had to wait for him under the sun. The only things that gave him a sense of shade were his snapback cap and sunglasses.“A few minutes… Just a few minutes, and I would leave if he doesn’t show up.” Though he said that, somewhere within his heart, he