Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 32 - The Hitch
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 32 - The Hitch - 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 whispers were a soft, conspiratorial murmur, barely audible over Susan’s steady breathing. Steve kept his eyes closed, feigning sleep, his arm still draped possessively over his mother’s waist. Her enormous, soft breasts rose and fell against his chest with each breath.
“No! If we tickle him that’ll wake up mom and she’ll be furious,” Zoé’s voice hissed, a note of genuine anxiety in her whisper.
“But we haven’t been with him for days!” Mia’s hushed reply was a playful whine. “I have a serious itch that only our dear big-dicked brother can scratch. Besides, it’s almost dinner.” A soft, muffled giggle followed.
He cracked an eye open just enough to see his two sisters at the foot of the bed. Mia, her blonde hair catching the fading afternoon light, was already leaning forward, her blue eyes fixed on the bulge growing under the sheets just below his mother’s hand. Her 36DD chest was prominently displayed in a tight, low-cut top, her nipples already hard points against the thin fabric. Beside her, Zoé, the redheaded mirror of their mother, bit her lush lower lip, her gaze flicking between Steve’s face and the very obvious tent in the blankets.
“Why don’t I wake mom gently,” Steve whispered, his voice low but deliberate, “then we’ll order pizza. I’ll take care of all your itches after dinner.”
Both girls jumped, startled, letting out a simultaneous “EEP!” as they scrambled back from the bed. Steve opened his eyes fully now, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he took in their guilty expressions.
“Jesus, Steve! I almost had a heart attack,” Zoé complained, clutching her chest dramatically, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she tried to recover from the shock.
Steve chuckled softly, his voice low and teasing. “Excuse me if I don’t feel too bad, coming from two imps who plotted to tickle me to death.”
Both girls had the decency to look at least a little sheepish, though they quickly recovered, their playful demeanors returning as they exchanged sly glances.
Steve caught their sly glances and decided to cut their plotting short before it could escalate.
“Alright, you two,” he said, his voice low and commanding, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Why don’t you give us a few minutes? I’ll wake Mom up, and we’ll take a shower. You guys can go ahead and order pizza—my treat.”
Mia and Zoé exchanged a quick, knowing look, their cheeks flushing as they processed his words.
“Fine,” Mia huffed, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to hide the slight tremor in her voice. “But you owe us big time for this.”
Zoé nodded in agreement, her red hair bouncing as she stood up, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. Steve gave them a playful shooing motion, his voice low but firm. “Alright, you two, scram. I’ll take care of Mom, and we’ll catch up with you later.” Mia and Zoé exchanged a knowing glance before giggling and slipping out of the room, closing the door softly behind them.
Steve turned his head to find his mother’s eyes open, glistening with a mix of affection and a deeper love. “Sorry they woke you,” he murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. Susan smiled softly, lifting her hand to stroke his cheek. Her touch was tender, almost reverent.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “We needed to get up anyway.” But as Steve started to move, she grabbed his arm, holding him in place. “Just a sec,” she said, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his breath catch. Her expression was a mix of adoration andsomething raw and vulnerable.
Susan closed her eyes for a moment, taking a steadying breath. When she opened them again, tears were streaming down her cheeks, glistening in the fading light. Steve’s heart clenched at the sight. “Heeeyyy, it’s okay,” he said softly, brushing a tear away with his thumb. “Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it together. You know that, right?”
Susan let out a shaky laugh, though it sounded more like a sob. “GOD! How am I gonna say this?” She looked up at the ceiling for a moment, as if searching for courage, before locking eyes with Steve again. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but every word was heavy with emotion. “I’m in love with you, Steve. I’ve been falling for you for years now ... but this week ... this week has cemented my feelings. You’re everything I want in a man. Kind, considerate, you can take charge when needed but you’re not bossy ... and...” She paused, her cheeks flushing as she swallowed hard. “You fuck like a god.”
Steve froze, his mind racing as her words sank in. The ball of anxiety that had been churning in the pit of his stomach expanded. Realization dawned and tugged at him. He needed time to process this, but the raw vulnerability in his mother’s eye. She needed him now.
He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “Mom,” he began, his voice trembling with emotion. “I’m in love with you too. I think I’ve been in love with you since I was a boy.” Susan’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and hope flickering across her face. Steve reached out, gently taking her hand, his grip warm and reassuring.
“The reason I’ve never had a steady girlfriend-” he continued, his voice steadying, “-is because I always compared them to you. And every single one left me wanting.”
Steve’s eyes lowered, his voice trembling as he spoke, “I’ve just realized there are others that I’m in love with too, and I don’t know what to do. I need time to think, to figure things out. But I want you to know, I AM in love with you.”
Susan looked at her son, her mother’s instinct warring with the fiery love she felt for the man he was becoming. Her heart swelled with a mix of pride and longing as she quickly pieced together who the other women might be. The answer was obvious to her but she knew this wasn’t the moment to voice it. He had to untangle his own feelings first, and she didn’t want to influence him. Instead, she remained silent, her lips trembling as she leaned in and kissed him passionately, pouring all her emotions into that one, searing moment.
Susan’s breath hitched as Steve guided her into the shower, the warm water cascading over their bodies. She leaned against the tiled wall, her eyes locked on his with a mixture of arousal and vulnerability. Steve dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he pressed his face between her thighs. Her soft moans echoed through the steamy bathroom as he devoured her, his tongue flicking and swirling with expert precision.
“Ahhh ... Steve,” Susan gasped, her fingers threading through his hair as her body trembled. He didn’t let up, driving her closer to the edge until she came undone with a shuddering cry, her legs quivering as she clung to him for support.
Once he was sure she was steady, Steve stood, his 9-inch cock already throbbing with need. He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips as he lifted her slightly, lining himself up with her soaked entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, both of them groaning in unison at the electrifying connection. His movements were unhurried but deep, each stroke hitting just the right spot to make her toes curl and exploded into an orgasm.
“Ohhh yes ... don’t stop,” Susan begged, her nails digging into his back as he took her to another climax. Steve held her gaze, his rhythm unbroken as she came again, her body clenching tightly around him.
Finally, with a guttural groan, he released inside her, his hips still rocking gently as he savored the moment. They stayed like that for what felt like forever, the water washing away sweat and tears alike, leaving only the raw intimacy between them.
When they finally pulled apart, Susan’s eyes were glistening with unshed tears, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She cupped his face in her hands, her voice barely above a whisper. “Take all the time you need, baby. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
Steve nodded, his heart heavy yet hopeful, as he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy of the room.
They separate to get dressed. Steve sat on the edge of his bed, naked, the weight of conflicting emotions pressing down on him like a lead blanket. The warm afterglow of his shower with Susan had faded, leaving behind a tangled web of thoughts he couldn’t escape. How could I have fallen in love with all of them? His mind raced, replaying the moments he’d shared with Susan, Mia, Zoé, and even Heather, each one carving out a piece of his heart that now felt impossibly divided. His Aunts also had a place in his hearts, everything was so complicated now.
He rubbed his face with both hands, trying to make sense of it all. Heather. She was his first real relationship, the one he’d made a commitment to. But then there was Susan—his mom, the woman who had just confessed her love for him, her vulnerability laid bare in a way that shook him to his core. And Mia and Zoé ... his sisters. The thought alone sent a jolt of guilt through him, but it wasn’t enough to silence the truth. He loved them too, deeply and irrevocably.
And then there was his dad. What about Dad? Steve let out a frustrated sigh, his chest tightening. Both of his parents had confessed they’d never been in love with each other, but his father had been there for him every step of the way—steady, dependable, the anchor of their family. Where did that leave him in all of this? Steve couldn’t shake the feeling that he was unintentionally tearing his family apart, even as they seemed to be pulling him closer.
He flopped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of questions without answers. What am I supposed to do? The weight of it all was suffocating. Steve sat frozen, his mind racing with the weight of his self-confession. He wanted to flee, to leave it all behind—the tangled web of emotions, the forbidden love, the guilt that gnawed at him like a feral beast.
But he knew that wasn’t an option. Being an adult meant taking responsibility for one’s actions. This was what separated boys from men. He couldn’t just abandon the mess he had partially made; he had to face it, no matter how overwhelming it felt.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden buzz of his burner phone. Steve glanced at the screen, recognizing the number as the burner he gave his grandmother.
He took a deep breath, pushing his conflicting emotions aside as he answered. “Hello, Are you okay?” he asked, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.
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