Chapter 5-Under the table

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 his thigh, and seconds later his phone pinged. 

“What did I say about phones on the table?” Heidi reprimanded.

“Harvey has his phone too.” Rory snapped at her, taking his phone, and his blood went cold, and color drained from his pale body. He side-eyed Harvey before placing his phone, screen facing down.

Rory reluctantly sat down, and Harvey continued playing with him. It was the typical masturbation blackmail. But his mother was there, and she would never take his side.

His stepfather might, with what they did yesterday.

Nicholas noticed the color leave Rory’s face and calmly placed a hand on his thigh. Now Rory had two conflicting hands on him. Once he wished he could move from his thigh to all over his body, rubbing, touching, and stroking each and every hole in his body, and another that he wishes would leave his body and would stop stirring unnecessary reactions from him.

Rory gave his father a light smile as Heidi rapid-fired question after question at him.

“This marriage is more important than anything in your life. I went to so much trouble for Christy’s mother to do so. Don’t fuck it up with your typical nonsense. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Mother. Crystal.”

Harvey snickered at him, which got him a glare from his father, which he ignored. Suddenly, Rory’s voice rose as he felt Harvey’s fingertips brush his part where his thigh and groin join. He traced them, teasing them in annoyed circles. Rory held his father’s hands, and he held them back. To Nicholas, Rory needed support from his mother’s nagging.

Rory felt his stomach twist and his dick grow. Arousal swelled within him. He froze; one wrong move and his parents would know. 

Then, Harvey’s finger pressed against the root of his cock, and Rory’s entire body rocked.

‘No. No. No. Please Harvey!!! No!! Not here.’

“Rory, what is wrong? Why is your face red? Heidi’s eyes narrowed. One would think it was out of concern. “Are you really not sick?”

Rory shook his head. “No, it is nothing, Mother.” He answered as he shifted his chair closer to the table, grateful for the wooden cover.

She scoffed, “It better be nothing. Don’t try anything funny to ruin this marriage.” Harvey sneered, unnoticed by anyone. 

He confidently moved, wrapping his hand around Rory’s cock. And his breath caught in his throat, his body slightly jolting as Harvey began to stroke. The tempo was slow and soft at first, almost like he was teasing him. Then he sped up the pace. Faster and harder. 

Rory’s finger clenched hard around Nicholas’s hand, his knuckles turning paler. His body tensed as he fought to keep his expression the same and unchanging.

“What is wrong?” Nicholas murmured through a fake cough and water drinking. He brushed his thumb over Rory’s skin, sending concern and reassurance.

“Nothing.” He wanted to phrase it in two words, or three, but his body didn’t let him. He swallowed hard, worried he would be caught.

“So, Dad,” Harvey suddenly spoke up. “How is your project going?” 

Nicholas reluctantly turned away from Rory to his son. “It is good. Partnering with sensible and stable people.”

“Stocks are rising?”

“They always raise.” He said confidently. Nicholas was a proud businessman; anyone could see it, even the press and tabloids.

All the while their conversation went on, Harvey never paused his actions; his stroking grew faster and rougher. His palm cupping Rory’s erect dick and thumb playing with his top-cap, rubbing it in circles.

Rory felt his vision blur as he felt the dual sensation rush through him. His father, while conversing with Harvey rubbed reassuring circles in the back of his palm and the sexual touch from Harvey.

Too much.

It was too much for Rory. His cock swelled and ached. And no matter how hard he tries to stop it, his body will shamelessly respond to it.

Harvey’s hands tighten around his cock, his strokes quickening, his nails digging into his cock slit. Rory let out short breaths as his mind became clouded.

Too clouded to hear his mother’s voice chime in on Nicholas and Harvey’s conversation. Too clouded to hear Nicholas’s concerned calls. Too clouded for common reasoning and reality.

“Rory?” Nicholas called, his voice laced with concern. But he couldn’t answer; all he could think about was cumming.

He was going to cum.

Right here, right now.

In front of his family, he was going to blow a nut. 

At the breakfast table, with his mother opposite him.

Harvey’s grip tightened, his hand bending his cock, rubbing it with the black short fabric and the leather chair.

Rory’s orgasm hit him like a tsunami. His body jerked, forcing him to hit his knee on the table as he felt his hot sperm stain his pants. His face was red, and his heart was pounding in his ears. 

Harvey smirked, his eyes twinkling with excitement as he listened to his stepmother reprimand him for hitting the table. Before he slowly pulled his hand from his shorts, he gave him a painful pinch in his inner thigh. 

Rory whimpered as he clutched the fork in his hands before dropping it with a clank. 

He was fed up. With his mother’s nagging and his brother’s continuous humiliation ritual.

“Daddy… Mother, I am full.” He muttered under his breath. Rory shoved his chair back so violently that it hit the wall. “Thank you for breakfast.”