Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 33 - The Confessions
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 33 - The Confessions - 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
“NO!” Mia screamed, her voice piercing the heavy silence. She leapt to her feet, her eyes wide with panic.
“STEVE, SIT DOWN!” Heather’s voice cut through the chaos like a whip, sharp and commanding. She pointed firmly at the couch, her usual calm demeanor shattered but replaced with an ironclad authority that demanded immediate obedience. “Everyone else, SHUT UP and CALM DOWN!” she barked, her gaze snapping toward his sisters. “Mia, Zoé—grab his arms and make sure he doesn’t go anywhere!”
Her eyes locked onto Steve, her finger wagging sternly in his direction. “You misunderstood the situation, so I want you to shut up and listen to us. You did not, I repeat, NOT hurt us! We just realized we hurt you, and we wanted to apologize.”
Steve stared at her, his brow furrowed in confusion, his expression a mix of bewilderment and shock. “Euh?” he retorted incredulously, his voice barely above a whisper as if he couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening.
Mia and Zoé, spurred into action by Heather’s commanding tone, had lunged forward and grabbed Steve’s arms, their grips firm but not unkind. They held him in place, their eyes wide with a mixture of concern and determination, silently reinforcing Heather’s order.
Heather sat on the couch opposite him, her posture poised yet relaxed. Susan settled beside her, a bemused expression playing on her lips that only served to confuse Steve further. The weight of their collective gaze pressed down on him, but he did what had always worked in these situations—he shut up.
Heather studied him for a moment, her piercing eyes softening as she exhaled deeply. “Steve,” she sighed. “I keep forgetting that you’re new at this, that you’re still adapting to this family’s ... unique dynamics.”
She paused, her gaze shifting to Susan beside her. Without warning, she leaned in and kissed her daughter deeply, a gesture so natural it left Steve momentarily stunned. When she pulled back, her eyes returned to him, unwavering. “When I confessed my love to you,” she continued, “I never meant it would be exclusive. I’m in love with you, Steve ... but I’m also in love with my daughter.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. She gestured toward Mia and Zoé, who were still holding his arms but now wore expressions of quiet understanding. “Everyone here knew that. Like everyone knew Mia and Zoé have been sleeping together since their teens.”
Her gaze then shifted to Charlotte and Evelyn, who sat side by side in their armchairs, their intertwined hands resting on the armrest. “Or that Charlotte and Evelyn here have been in love for almost twenty-five years now.”
Heather’s gaze softened as it turned back to Steve, her tone now tender but firm. “Just like all of us are in love with you and want to marry you,” she said, her words deliberate yet gentle. “Of course, it wouldn’t be official ... out there, ” she added, gesturing toward the window with a faint smile, “but it would be official within the clan.”
Steve’s face went pale, as her words crashed over him. His vision blurred, the edges of the room seeming to close in as his mind reeled under the enormity of what she was proposing. He teetered dangerously on the edge of unconsciousness. Only the firm grips of Mia and Zoé kept him from collapsing, their hands tightening instinctively to hold him upright. Their concerned whispers reached his ears, but the sound felt distant, muffled by the storm raging in his head.
Steve’s mind spun like a hurricane, trying to process the sheer whiplash of emotions. In less than five minutes, he’d gone from self-imposed outcast to being thrust into harem of wives. The absurdity of it all was almost too much to grasp.
A thought struck him like a bolt of lightning—a thought that snapped him back into focus. “What about Dad?” he demanded, his voice sharp and laced with a simmering anger. His eyes locked onto his mother, Susan, drilling into her with a reproachful intensity. “I know you don’t love him, but you all roped him into this ... At the very least, you should respect the man for sticking with you all!” His tone was unyielding, his words cutting through the room like a knife.
Steve’s gaze swept across the women present, his expression hardening. “Dad doesn’t deserve this,” he continued, his voice rising slightly. “No matter what he agreed to. He stood by you, by all of you, and this is how you treat him? Like some kind of ... placeholder? That’s not love. That’s not respect.”
The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. Susan sighed, her breath shaky as she broke the tension. “You know,” she began, her voice soft but steady, “your dad and I ... it was a convenient relationship at best. We both got what we wanted—I got you and your sisters, and Robert got the clout of the clan behind him.” Her gaze shifted to her daughters, who were still holding Steve’s arms, their expressions now a mix of curiosity and discomfort.
She continued, her tone unflinching. “In time, I grew to respect the man and love the father he became, but ... neither of us ever lost sight of what our relationship really was.” She paused, her eyes flickering with a vulnerability that Steve had rarely seen. “It was a transaction. No more, no less.”
Her voice wavered slightly as tears began to shimmer in her eyes. “I’ve had three great loves in my life,” she confessed, her voice faltering. “The first was my father ... the second, my mother ... and now, you.” Her gaze locked onto Steve’s, raw and unfiltered. “Your dad was never one of them.”
Steve stared at his mother, his anger momentarily derailed by the raw honesty in her voice. They sat in silence for a moment, all gathering their wits after the heartfelt confession. But Steve wasn’t finished. His jaw tightened as he leaned forward, his voice trembling with desperation. “I understand all this, I really do, but how am I supposed to marry you and still be able to look my father in the eyes?” The words hung heavy in the room, the weight of his guilt and confusion pressing down on everyone present.
Heather, who had been silently observing the exchange, suddenly broke the tension with a sharp, exasperated tone. “Oh, for god’s sake, Susan! Tell him! He needs to know!”
Susan lowered her head, her shoulders slumping as if the weight of the truth was too much to bear. She inhaled deeply, her voice soft but steady as she finally spoke. “I’m sorry, Steve ... but your father and I never got married.”
Steve’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. “What?” he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.
Susan continued, her gaze fixed on the floor as if she couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes. “Your father is married ... just not to me.”
Steve threw his head back, closing his eyes as if trying to shut out the world. “Goddammit! Don’t tell me he’s married to one of you!” he spat, his voice laced with frustration and disbelief.
Susan shook her head slowly, her expression somber but resolute. “No ... he’s married to Mayor Gonzales.”
Steve’s head snapped back, his eyes locking onto hers as if searching for any sign of deception. But what he found was only the unflinching truth staring back at him. The room seemed to spin around him, even as the absurdity of it all left him reeling.
Steve’s hands moved to his temples, fingers pressing hard as if trying to massage away the chaos in his mind. “The Mayor is married and has three kids,” he muttered, his voice low and laced with disbelief. “The press would have a field day with this.” His tone was bitter, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him like a boulder.
Seeing Susan’s face crumple with distress, Heather quickly wrapped her arms around her in a protective hug. Her sharp eyes flicked back to Steve, and she took over the explanation, her voice steady but tinged with urgency. “It happened when Susan was pregnant with you,” she began, her words measured. “Your father met her during one of his business trips. They fell in love almost immediately. They’re in a plural marriage, Steve.”
Steve let out a weary sigh, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Of course! My life is a fucking daytime soap!” He turned to Heather, his eyes narrowing. “Got anything more to tell me? Maybe I have a fucking evil twin hellbent on my destruction?” His tone was biting, his frustration boiling over. He spun back to Susan, his voice rising. “Maybe I was adopted? OH! OH! I bet you’ll tell me I’m your long-lost baby you put up for adoption but regretted it and snatched back!”
His chest heaved as he leaned back, throwing his arms wide in a theatrical gesture. “OR EVEN BETTER,” he roared, his voice echoing through the room, “I’M IN A FUCKING COMA AND THIS IS ALL A FUCKING DREAM!”
An oppressive silence descended upon the room, thick and suffocating. Several of the women had tears streaming down their faces, their expressions a mix of guilt and sorrow. But Steve didn’t care—not in that moment. He knew he would eventually, but the raw, seething anger coursing through him was too overpowering to feel anything else.
“I need some air,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible yet heavy with emotion. He shook off his sisters’ hands, their grips loosening as they reluctantly let him go. Standing abruptly, he cast a mechanical glance over the stunned group. “I’ll be back,” he announced, his tone flat and detached, as if he were speaking from someplace far away.
Without another word, he turned and strode out of the room, his movements deliberate yet devoid of purpose. He grabbed his keys from the hook by the door, the jingle of metal breaking the heavy silence that still clung to the house.
The engine of his car roared to life as he peeled out of the driveway, the tires screeching against the pavement. He didn’t know where he was going—he just knew he needed to drive, to put distance between himself and the chaos that had become his life. The wind whipped through the open windows as he sped down the road, the cool air doing little to soothe the storm raging inside him.
Behind him, the house remained eerily quiet, the women left in his wake exchanging uncertain glances, unsure of what to do next. But Steve was gone, lost in the night, seeking solace in the open road and the fleeting hope that, for just a moment, he could escape the weight of it all.
Steve’s hands clenched the steering wheel as he sped down the deserted road, his mind a whirlwind of chaos and disbelief. The revelations from the house clung to him like a suffocating fog, and he needed escape—anywhere that wasn’t here. He didn’t think, didn’t plan, just drove. The city lights of Raleigh eventually loomed in the distance.
He pulled into the parking lot of a dimly lit bar, its neon sign flickering weakly against the night sky. It was a Sunday night, and the place was nearly empty, save for a few scattered patrons nursing their drinks in silence. Steve didn’t care. He just needed to drown.
He pushed through the door, the faint jingle of a bell announcing his arrival. The air was thick with the smell of stale beer and lost dreams, and the low hum of modern western played softly in the background. Steve made his way to the darkest corner table, shrouded in shadows, and slumped into the seat, his face buried in his hands.
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