Knots of Kinship

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 hoped his father would come, and he wouldn’t have to follow an Uber home.

Suddenly, a slow smile spread across his lips as a familiar twilight blue car rolled towards him. Stepping out from the driver’s side was a slightly built man with black hair and blue eyes. 

Rory’s heart leaped as his stepfather—Nicholas—threw him a smile. It completely melted him and made his heart swoon.

“Sorry, I’m late. Got stuck in traffic.” Nicholas explained, grabbing his luggage. Rory’s eyes trailed, staring at how Nicholas' biceps flexed against his tight sleeves as he lifted his box.

“It is alright, I guess.” 

Letting out a sigh once he had settled and was hit by the refreshing cool air from the car’s air conditioning. 

“Here.” Nicholas offered. 

Rory calmly took the bottle from him, careful not to brush his fingers against his father’s own. Mid-drinking, he had realised something. He hadn’t heard the expected breaking sound from opening a new bottle. Pulling it from his mouth, a small smirk lingered on his lips as excitement rushed to his face, and blood pumped to his dick.

‘Is this what they call indirect kissing? Oh yes!! Fuck daddy. I am making out with daddy!! He gave me his open drink, meaning he wanted me to kiss him?’ The excitement of sharing a kiss with his father—though indirectly— was enough to get his dick semi-excited.

“You aren’t still upset are you? I really didn’t mean to be late.” Nicholas said. Rory jolted at the sudden touch of his father. Nicholas rubbed at his thigh calmly.

One hand on the wheel and another on his thigh. 

Oh, how Rory wanted him to go farther up his thigh. How he wanted his thing fingers brushing on his dick. He resisted the urge to squeeze his thigh together, causing a delicious friction between his father’s hands and his jean. 

Wonderful.

But unfortunately, all these were wishes that would never come true. 

Placing the empty slurped bottle, Rory began conversing. “Is Mum at home?” 

“No. She went on a trip with her friends.” 

“I see.” Rory nodded. “Oh, also, I don’t know if Harvey will be back today.”

“Why?”

Shrugging, he stared at the empty bottle, wanting to eagerly kiss his stepfather again.

“I don’t know; I told him you were coming to pick me up, but he left me on read.” 

Rory couldn’t be any happier than he was. Nicholas’s hand hadn’t moved from his thigh, which only filled his desire for him. And more importantly, he was going to be alone with his father at least for the night, if not for the weekend.

His eyes trailed to his father’s form. Everywhere was tight, full, thick, and firm.

‘Did he still have chest hairs? Or had he shaved them off month back?’ Rory didn’t mind; he merely wanted information about his father’s body. He watched as Nicholas's leg spread to press on the brake. 

The very normal movements seemed so sensual to him as he eyed the sudden dick movement.

‘Briefs. It was only briefs that could uphold a dick like that.' He momentarily licked his lip, digging holes in his father’s crotch. 

Thank goodness for the shades; otherwise, he would have been caught, spying so shamelessly on his father.

‘I want to stroke it. No, suck on it.’ His brain spun, not knowing what he wanted to do first with his father’s dick.

So many lustful wishes of things he wanted to do with his father. Rory tried to balance his stepfather’s words and his lustful escapades. 

It was mortifying how he would always feel like this every time he was around his father. 

Rory, from when he began high school, always kept that he was into men but told no one and locked it in his closet. But then his stepfather came into the picture. 

His mother told him she is getting remarried. Rory, from the moment he laid eyes on his stepfather, knew he wanted him. But unfortunately, he was married—wasted—to his mother. Well, he should be grateful at least; she married a good man. Good man, but dangerously thirsty.

It felt like the dam of his sexual libido broke free, and he was always in heat around his father. And trying to contain it was not fun in any shape or form. It took him everything from jumping onto him and grinding his dick against his father’s own, all the while confessing his undying love to him.

But would he reciprocate?

The distrustful thought was enough to bring him back to his senses as the vehicle wheeled to a stop at their house garage.

“Welcome home, son.”

It was already past five in the evening, and Rory, after his pent-up desires in the car, was more than ready to rub one in in the shower. 

Carrying his luggage up to his room, he was quite surprised his mother hadn’t turned it into an antique room or something dumb like that. While offloading, he heard his father’s door open. Poking his head out, he saw his father all geared up.

“Heading somewhere?” 

“Gym. Probably for like thirty minutes; after all, it’s Friday, and without your mom here, I can go all out with my buddies." And with that, he was out the door.

“I guess I’ll check around and see what’s changed.”

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“You are back,” Rory hummed, looking from his laptop for a brief moment before going back to it.

“Yeah, back and out again.”

Rory nodded as he heard his father’s door close. Too focused on his project work, he jolted at the touch on his shoulder. He was hit with his father’s fresh smell. Cedar and bergamot filled his nostrils. His earthy cologne clouded his senses, and it didn’t help when Nicholas leaned closer to him.

“Working on a project?” 

“Mhmm.”

“That’s good. The quicker you get it done, the freer your holiday will be.” His keys jingled as he turned to leave. “I might come back late or even till tomorrow…so.”

“Understood.”

Nicholas waved absently to him. 

Rory waited… counting the seconds to minutes until he didn’t hear his vehicle anymore. 

As if on drugs, Rory stumbled to his parents’ room and headed to the laundry basket.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

The taste, the need, the desire… He needed relief. Nicholas had intoxicated him. Rory didn’t hesitate as he pulled his pants down, and his cock sprang to life, slapping against his shirt, staining it with precum. Even though he had rubbed one out, he was already pumping with lust and need.

He reached for what he wanted. Nicholas's dirty gym underwear. Lingering on it were the expected sweat stains and the mucky smell from used underwear.

Filthy. 

But sickeningly delicious. 

Wearing it over his head, he made sure the smelling patch was directly on his nose and lips as he made slurping noises, sucking on the leftover sweat. Grabbing another underwear, he wrapped it around his dick and began aggressively stroking. 

This simultaneous action sent shock waves to his brain, as he could think of nothing at the moment other than Nicholas.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck—daddy, please, please… Do me, do me more!!! Do me harder!! Please! please!! please!!! don’t stop.” His voice came out like a cry of plea and tortured pleasure. His hips were jerking like an uncontrolled maniac.

His free hand went to his ass as he filled his hole with three fingers. Trying hard to reach his prostate, his fingers merely scraped against it. This caused his hip to snap forward; he came, staining the briefs.

“Oh, Daddy, Daddy, please!!”

At the same time, his choked cry came from his throat, he also heard a clicking sound. Both dread and post-nut clarity washed his senses clean. 

His head fell to the side, and his breathing slowly regulated, his eyes widened…

He was caught.