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Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret

Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas

Chapter 22 - The Orgy

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 22 - The Orgy - 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 sudden eruption of female voices from the front hall snapped Steve from his thoughts. He turned just as the kitchen was flooded with women, a chorus of laughter and the rustle of shopping bags filling the air. It was his entire family: his mom, Susan with his sisters Mia and Zoé; Aunt Charlotte with her daughters, his half-sisters Sophia and Violet; Aunt Evelyn with her daughters, and his half-sisters Nora and Lily.

“Bro!” Violet’s voice cut through the chatter. She dropped her bags with a thump and launched herself across the room, leaping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. The force of her impact made him stagger back a step. “I’ve dreamed of finally calling you that,” she whispered hotly into his ear before her teeth found his earlobe, nibbling and sending a jolt of electricity straight to his already-stirring cock.

Before he could even process Violet’s warm weight and the press of her 36C perky breasts against his chest, Nora was there. She delivered a sharp smack to Violet’s denim-clad ass, the sound cracking through the room. Violet tensed against him, a low “Mmmnpfh!” of surprised pleasure escaping her lips.

“Hey! Don’t you fucking monopolize him, you greedy slut!” Nora chided, her intense blue eyes flashing with playful challenge.

Violet reluctantly uncoiled her legs and slid down his body, her descent a deliberate, friction-filled sensual slip against his jeans that made his breath hitch. She pouted but made way as the other women surged forward, a wave of feminine energy and familiar, intoxicating scents.

Steve’s almost panted like a dog as the onslaught began. One after another, the nine women descended on him with a frenzy of lips, hands, and bodies that left him reeling. Each kiss was deeper, wetter, and more possessive than the last, their tongues tangling with his in a series of sloppy, glrk-glrk noises that echoed in the confined space. Their hands roamed freely—kneading his chest, clawing at his back, squeezing his ass—while their breasts pressed against him from every angle, soft and unyielding, smothering him in a cocoon of feminine warmth.

Sophia was among the first, her lithe body grinding against his as she captured his mouth with a hunger that left him gasping. “Missed you, cousin,” she purred, her voice thick with need. Her hand slid boldly down to cup the growing bulge in his jeans, giving it a firm, promising squeeze that made his knees buckle. He could feel the heat of her palm through the denim, and the pressure, the delicious torture, had him harder than chinese calculus.

“Where’s your father?” Susan purred, her voice dripping with a sultry tone that sent shivers down Steve’s spine. She lingered close, her tongue still tasting of the minty toothpaste they’d shared in a kiss that had left them both breathless. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile as she licked her own lips, savoring the remnants of their intimate moment.

“He said he needed a nap before the party,” Steve replied, his voice slightly hoarse and his eyes still glazed from the intoxicating attention he’d been receiving. The room erupted into a chorus of feminine laughter, their giggles ringing like bells in his ears.

“I’ll wake him!” Lily declared with a wink, her hips swaying seductively as she strutted out of the kitchen. Her confidence was palpable, and the way her jeans hugged her curves made Steve’s jaw tighten. He couldn’t help but watch as she disappeared down the hall, her footsteps echoing with purpose.

“No funny stuff with your father, you hear? Save it for the party!” Evelyn called after her, her tone a mix of sternness and amusement. Her hands were on her hips, and her eyes sparkled with playful authority.

“Oh poo!” Lily’s voice floated back, dripping with mock disappointment. The room erupted into laughter again, the sound rich and warm, wrapping around Steve like a cozy blanket.

The kitchen was a whirlwind of activity as the women began emptying their shopping bags, pulling out cookware and ingredients for the party’s meal. Steve, still reeling from the earlier onslaught, decided on a strategic retreat after being jostled twice by his cousins-turned-half-sisters. The press of their bodies—accidental or otherwise—was too much to handle, and he needed a moment to collect himself.

As he slipped out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang, cutting through the cacophony of laughter and clinking dishes. “I’ll get it!” he called over his shoulder, his voice loud enough to carry over the din. He strode to the front door, his heart still racing, and pulled it open to reveal his grandma, Heather, standing on the porch.

Before she could even open her mouth to greet him, Steve acted on impulse. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her inside, his lips crashing down onto hers in a kiss that was anything but grandmotherly. He poured all his soul and pent-up energy of the day into one heated moment. His tongue pressed insistently against her lips, demanding entry, and she gasped into his mouth, her surprise quickly melting into something far more sexual.

When they finally broke apart, Heather looked dazed, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide. She swayed slightly, as if the ground beneath her had shifted. “What were you going to say, Grandma?” Steve asked playfully, his voice low and teasing, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Heather blinked, her hand fluttering to her lips as if to steady herself. “Heu ... I forgot,” she stammered, her voice breathless and unsteady. The look on her face—part shock, part arousal—was so out of character that Steve couldn’t help but burst out laughing, a deep, rolling guffaw that echoed through the foyer.

“Well! Well! It’s good to see you, Heather,” Robert said, his voice dripping with warmth as he descended the stairs with Lily trailing close behind. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and there was a slight flush to his cheeks that suggested he’d been woken up by more than just a gentle nudge. Heather’s smile widened, her gaze lingering on him. “I haven’t seen you in ages,” she replied, her voice smooth and honeyed. “How is the mayor?”

“She’s well,” Robert answered, his tone casual but with a flicker of pride. “She sends her regards, by the way.”

Steve decided to slip away, making his way up to his room to change into his bathing suit. The house was alive with energy—laughter echoing from the kitchen, the clatter of dishes, and the occasional burst of a feminine giggle that sent shivers down his spine.

By the time Steve returned downstairs, the pool party was in full swing. The backyard had transformed into a scene straight out of a fantasy: the two picnic tables were pushed side by side, laden with snacks and drinks. Susan and Charlotte stood at the barbecue, flipping steaks with practiced ease, their laughter mingling with the sizzle of meat on the grill. The air was thick with the scent of charred meat and sunscreen, a heady combination that made Steve’s stomach growl and his pulse quicken.

In the pool, his sisters—Mia, Zoé, Sophia, Violet, Nora, and Lily—were a blur of splashing water and high-pitched squeals. Their bikinis clung to their curves, glistening under the warm sun as they played a game that seemed to involve a lot of pushing, grabbing, and teasing. Steve couldn’t help but notice the way the water clung to their bodies, highlighting every dip and curve in ways that made his bathing suit feel suddenly too tight.

Heather, meanwhile, sprawled on a lawn chair, her skin glistening with sunscreen as she chatted with Evelyn and Robert. Her tone was light and pleasant.

Steve took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as everyone gathered around the picnic table. The air was thick with the scent of grilled meat, but it was the electric undercurrent of arousal that made his pulse race. He found himself seated between Sophia and Nora, their bare thighs brushing against his in a way that sent sparks shooting through his body.

Sophia’s hand, hidden beneath the table, rested casually on his thigh, her fingers tracing lazy circles that made his cock twitch. Nora, not to be outdone, reached over and began stroking him through the thin fabric of his bathing suit, her touch light but deliberate. Steve’s breath quickened, and he shot them both a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a smirk.

He wasn’t about to let them have all the fun. His hands found their way to their silken thighs, his fingers sliding over smooth skin as he traced delicate patterns up and down. Sophia let out a soft, almost imperceptible gasp, her breath warm against his ear as she leaned in closer. Nora’s grip tightened slightly, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

By the end of the meal, it was abundantly clear that there had been more than just casual conversation happening under the table. Nipples were visibly hard beneath swimsuit tops, both male sporting a telltale tent in their bathing suits. The air was thick with unspoken desire, the kind that made each breath feel heavier than the last.

Heather, ever the matriarch, clinked her glass delicately with her fork, the sound cutting through the lingering hum of laughter and murmurs. All eyes turned to her, and she stood, her presence commanding yet warm. “First off,” she began, her voice smooth and brimming with satisfaction, “I would like to say how glad I am we could all gather this way.” She paused, her gaze sweeping over the group, lingering on Steve for just a moment longer. “And since the man of the hour, Steve, is transferring to Duke, I suggest we meet like this more often.”

 
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