Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 16 - The Generations
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 16 - The Generations - Steve decision to come home one day early from college will change his life. He first stumble on a family secret, then learns this secret has international ramifications. Is ignorance bliss? or if he plays his cards right and embrace his legacy, he may well becomes one of the most powerful man in the world.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Coercion Consensual Reluctant Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent MaleDom Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Double Penetration First Fisting Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Hairy Size Small Breasts AI Generated
The cool morning air helped to clear the whirlwind in Steve’s head. He drove on autopilot, the familiar streets of his hometown blurring past. Every stop sign, every corner store, was a familiar childhood landmark. He pulled up to the curb in front of Aunt Evelyn’s neat, two-story colonial.
Parked in the driveway, sleek and predatory, was his grandmother’s Viper.
What is she doing here? The thought buzzed in his mind like a trapped fly. His planned interrogation of Evelyn and Charlotte suddenly felt like there was more to it than he first realized.
He killed the engine and sat for a moment, gathering his courage. The weight of every revelation over the last week, pressed down on him. He wanted answers, and it seemed like he was about to get them from the source.
The front door swung open. Charlotte stood there, a genuine smile playing on her lips. She was dressed in a simple silk robe that did little to conceal the lush curves beneath. Her auburn hair was tied up, exposing the elegant line of her neck.
“Steve,” she purred, her green eyes sparkling. “Right on time. We’ve been expecting you.” She stepped aside, ushering him in. The air in the foyer was warm and smelled of jasmine and coffee.
He followed her into the living room, his eyes immediately drawn to the two women seated on the large sectional sofa. Evelyn, looking sharp and athletic in tailored slacks and a fitted blouse, gave him a warm, if slightly nervous, smile. And there, in the center, like a queen holding court, was Heather.
His grandmother looked immaculate, her wine-colored pantsuit hugging her figure with an elegance that took his breath away, and her silver hair was perfectly coiffed. As her piercing blue eyes locked onto his, Steve’s mind raced back to their unforgettable encounter at the bar—the way her confident smirk had disarmed him, the heat of her touch on his arm, and the way he’d leaned in to whisper words that had sent shivers down her spine. He recalled with fondness the way she’d moaned his name, her body trembling beneath him as he pushed her into ecstasy again and again, her seasoned, insatiable hunger only matched by his own youthful stamina. Steve shook his head returning to the present.
She radiated an aura of control, and even now, her presence seemed to command the room, leaving no doubt that she was very much in charge
“Steven,” Heather said, her voice a smooth, rich contralto that filled the room. “Come, sit. We have much to discuss.”
He took a seat in an armchair opposite them, feeling like a defendant before a tribunal of beautiful, sexy judges. Charlotte settled on the arm of the sofa next to Evelyn, one hand resting on her sister’s shoulder.
“I saw your car outside, why are you here?” Steve began, unsure how else to start.
“I know,” Heather replied, a faint smile touching her lips. “I intended for you to. This conversation needed my input, some of the decision were mine and I wanted to explain my motivation if need be. This might also help you make a decision on my proposal.” She leaned forward slightly, her gaze intense. “You have questions about your sisters. Your other sisters I believe.”
Steve just nodded, his throat suddenly dry.
Heather’s smile softened, becoming almost maternal. “It is a natural for you to question. The answer is simpler than you might think.” she gestured to Evelyn and Charlotte, “When my daughters came of age, our local branch of the clan faced a ... genetic drought. The few suitable males of my generation were gone. My husband was ... unavailable at the time.” A hint of sadness and pain flickered across her face for a fraction of a second. “The males of your mother’s and aunt generation weren’t ready.” She continued
Heather paused, letting the gravity of the statement sink in. “I made a decision. I suggested to all three of my girls that they seek men outside the clan to sire their children. It was a necessity, but one I saw as an opportunity. It would introduce strong, new DNA. Adding crucial Variety.”
Steve listened intently, his mind already piecing together the inevitable conclusion—his father, Robert. Heather’s voice was smooth, deliberate, as she continued, “All three of them went to the Duke. They searched for a man who would not only understand but would also accept the ... unique limitations the clan would impose on him. Subtlety was key. They couldn’t mention the clan outright, of course, but they needed someone who would fit seamlessly into our way of life.”
Charlotte leaned forward, her voice soft yet filled with a certain tenderness as she took over the story. “It was Susan who found Robert first,” she began, her green eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and admiration. “Your father had quite the reputation back then—a ladies’ man through and through. He didn’t seem interested in settling down with just one girl. No, he liked to play the field, as they say.” She gave Steve a warm smile, her tone almost nostalgic.
“So Susan decided to test the waters with him,” Charlotte continued, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the sofa cushion. “She went out with him, probing him to see if he was the right fit for our... unique needs. And after every date, she’d come back and give us all the juicy details.” Charlotte’s lips curled into a sly grin. How was he in bed? Could he keep secrets? Was he open to ... unconventional arrangements? These were the answer we seeked.”
Heather leaned back, crossing her legs, her piercing blue eyes locking onto Steve’s. “When I learned about your father,” she interjected, her tone smooth and deliberate, “I made a background check. He had lost his family in a brutal car accident—no parents, no siblings, only some distant cousins twice or thrice removed. He was perfect on that end. No family ties to complicate things, no obligations outside of us. It made him ... ideal for our needs.”
Steve shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the implications settling heavily on his shoulders. He wasn’t sure he liked the way they were talking about his father—more like a sperm donor than a man. He stayed silent nonetheless, letting them finish their tale.
Evelyn took a sip of her wine, casually arching her back to emphasize her breast, her tone lighter. “We decided to invite him to dinner,” she said, a sly smile playing on her lips. “You should have seen his face when he learned we were a package deal! It was like a kid who received an early Christmas gift.”
Charlotte chuckled softly, her hand still resting on Evelyn’s shoulder. “He didn’t know what hit him,” she added, her voice dripping with amusement. “But oh, he was more than eager to accept the invitation.”
All three women laughed, the sound rich and knowing, their eyes glinting with shared memories. Evelyn continued, her voice dreamy as she recalled. “He slept with us that night, all three of us,” She paused, her lips curling into a sly smile as she glanced at Steve. “He acquitted himself nicely ... not as good as you,” she added with a deliberate wink, “but he certainly did the job.”
“After that night,” Charlotte began, her voice laced with a playful tone, “your father became exclusive to all three of us. No other women, no distractions—just us.” She glanced at Evelyn and Heather, who both nodded with knowing smiles.
Evelyn leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “He was such a smooth talker, your dad. But he knew how to keep things discreet.” She let out a soft chuckle, her fingers twirling a strand of hair. “After about a year of this... arrangement, we brought him home. That’s when he met Mother.”
Heather’s lips curved into a sly smile as she took over, her voice dripping with authority. “I explained to him what his role would be if he chose to stay,” she said, her tone firm yet inviting. “He would sire children for my daughters—all three of them—until he produced at least one male child.” The way she emphasized it made it sound less like a demand and more like an honor.