Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 21 - The Plan
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 21 - The Plan - 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 Rough 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 Teacher/Student AI Generated
The greasy smile of Reverend Theodore Walker seemed to stain the photograph, and Steve could almost feel the man’s slimy presence in the room. Heather’s revulsion was a tangible force, but it was being steadily overpowered by another feeling rising within Steve: a cold, calculating focus. He studied the picture carefully, his mind beginning to churn, to compartmentalize. A plan was forming in his head, and a slow, predatory smile crept across his lips.
He would need to plan carefully. It would take allies, specific ones with very particular skills. Secrecy would be paramount.
He turned to Heather, his smile widening. “What if I told you we could show the whole clan the catastrophic consequence of the interventionist plan without actually exposing a single one of us to the outside world?” he began, his voice low and steady. He laid out his idea, a complex web of psychological manipulation and information warfare designed to turn the interventionists’ greatest weapon—the threat of exposure—back onto themselves. Heather looked increasingly impressed.
By the time he finished explaining, Heather was utterly still, her eyes fixed on a point somewhere in the middle distance, her mind racing through the implications. Steve waited, the silence in the study thick enough to taste.
After a few minutes, she slowly nodded, a glimmer of fierce approval in her eyes. “It’s brutal. It’s vicious. It’s genius. The council will have to remain in the dark, of course. They’d never approve. But I concur. You think we can pull it off before the next election?” She smiled back at her grandson, a mirror of his own cunning expression.
Steve nodded, his confidence solidifying. “I believe we can have undeniable results within four years. But we’ll have to monitor the fallout with extreme care. The proof of the ‘consequence’ has to be irrefutable, or the entire thing backfires spectacularly.”
Heather leaned forward, all business. “Okay. What do you need?”
Steve leaned back on the couch, steepling his fingers. “We need to build a team. A small, tight circle. First, a social media expert—not some vapid influencer, but an academic who studies its influence, its patterns, how information metastasizes online. Second, someone from law enforcement, someone who specializes in tracking credible threats over the internet. FBI or CIA would be ideal. A clan journalist to help craft and, when the time is right, disseminate our narrative. I think Rachel would be a perfect addition for her historical context. These would be the only people who know the entire truth, so they must be clan, and they must be staunchly anti-interventionist.”
Heather was scribbling names and titles on a notepad, her pen moving furiously. “What else?” she asked without looking up.
Steve cocked his head. “Money. And lots of it. If this is to succeed, it has to be a global operation. The initial investment will be substantial.”
His grandmother didn’t even blink. “I’ll transfer five million into a secure account to start. Will that suffice?”
The casual mention of such a sum momentarily stole Steve’s breath. “That ... that will more than suffice,” he managed, the reality of the resources at his disposal finally hitting him. This was no longer a family secret; it was a geopolitical game, and he was suddenly a major player.
“Good,” Heather said, setting her pen down with a definitive click. “I’ll make the initial contacts. Discreetly. In the meantime, you have a family orgy to attend tomorrow. Your mother has been blowing up my phone.”
The shift from global conspiracy to family fun was jarring, but Steve understood the necessity. His legitimacy was tied to his place within the family unit. He followed Heather out of the study and to the front door. She made sure all of his fillings in his mouth were still in place before letting him leave.
The car’s engine hummed steadily as Steve drove, the roads eerily empty at this hour. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his mind a whirlwind of unease and determination. The enormity of what he was attempting hit him like a sledgehammer—the biggest con in the history of humanity, all to counter a potential worldwide massacre. His stomach churned violently, and he pulled the car over to the side of the road just in time to throw up.
Leaning against the hood of the car, he gasped for air, his hands trembling. Just one week ago, his biggest problem had been acing his finals. Now? He was orchestrating a global scheme that could make or break not just his family, but the very fabric of their secretive world.
The weight of it all pressed down on him like a vise. He stared at the horizon, the faint glow of dawn barely breaking through the darkness. He couldn’t fail. The stakes were too high, the consequences too dire. But for now, he needed to steady himself—physically and mentally—before driving the rest of the way home.
Steve arrived home in the early hours of the morning for the second day in a row. The weight of exhaustion clung to him like a second skin, his body and mind both drained from the relentless pace of the past 48 hours. Tomorrow promised to be just as grueling, but for now, he allowed himself a small flicker of anticipation. He would see his cousins—no, his sisters—for the first time since his return. The thought stirred something primal within him, a mix of curiosity and hunger that he hadn’t fully acknowledged until now. The family orgy. He realized he was actually looking forward to it. Not just out of obligation or curiosity, but because he needed the distraction, the release, the escape from the crushing pressure of everything else.
As he stepped inside, the house was quiet, the usual hum of family activity replaced by an eerie stillness. Steve moved and made his way to his room, the familiar creak of the stairs echoing softly in the empty hallway.
When he pushed open the door, the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. His mother, Susan, lay sprawled across his bed, her breathing slow and rhythmic as she slept. The soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window highlighted the curves of her body, her satin slip slightly revealed the gentle swell of her breasts. Steve felt a flicker of desire he couldn’t quite suppress.
The exhaustion weighed heavy on Steve as he stood there, staring at his mother’s sleeping form. The events of the day swirled in his mind—the revelations, the plans, the sheer enormity of it all—but in this moment, all he wanted was to collapse into bed. The pull he felt toward her was undeniable, but the fatigue in his bones overruled any immediate impulses.
He moved quietly, undressing with slow, mechanical motions, careful not to wake her. The faint scent of his earlier bout of nausea lingered, and he made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth, scrubbing away the bitter reminder of his stress-induced vomit. When he returned, he slipped beneath the cool sheets, the warmth of her body immediately enveloping him as he lay beside her.
Susan stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips as she instinctively reached for him in her sleep. Her arm draped across his chest, her leg hooking over his hips, pulling him close in a manner that felt both protective and possessive. Steve’s body tensed for a moment, the intimacy of the gesture sending a jolt through him, but he didn’t resist. Instead, he let himself sink into her embrace, the closeness oddly comforting despite the tangled emotions it stirred. His eyelids grew heavy, the weight of exhaustion finally overpowering his racing thoughts. Within moments, he was asleep.
Steve stirred awake, his body still heavy with sleep, only to find the bed empty beside him. The warmth where his mother had lain was already fading, the sheets cool to the touch. He sat up, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains, and ran a hand through his disheveled hair.
He dragged himself out of bed, the events of the previous night still a tangled mess in his mind. A hot shower helped clear some of the fog, the water sluicing away the remnants of exhaustion and tension.
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