Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 34 - The Reconciliation
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 34 - The Reconciliation - 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
A wave of profound relief washed over both women, their previous fear dissolving into radiant, almost giddy smiles. “Oh, Steve,” Susan breathed out, her voice thick with emotion as a tear of pure happiness traced a path down her cheek.
Heather’s laughter was a low, rich sound of pure triumph. “My beautiful, understanding boy.” She cupped his face, her thumb stroking his jawline. “You’ve made us so very happy.”
Steve’s own tense posture finally broke, a real, easy smile gracing his lips as he looked between the two women who held his heart. “So ... how do we do this? The marriage, I mean.”
Susan leaned into his touch as his hand found the nape of her neck. “You don’t worry about a single detail, my love,” she purred, her green eyes gleaming. “We will handle everything. The planning, the ceremony, everything. All you need to do is be there ... and be ready.” The promise in her voice was unmistakable, a delicious threat that sent a jolt straight to his groin.
Steve lay back on the bed, the sheets cool against his skin as he watched the two women who had just claimed his heart. Susan and Heather sat on the edge of the bed, their eyes locked on him with a mixture of desire and adoration. He reached out, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation, and took hold of one hand from each of them. “Come here,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding.
With a gentle but firm pull, he guided them onto the bed beside him. Susan giggled softly, her cheeks flushed, while Heather’s breath hitched as she settled into the soft mattress. Steve turned to Susan first, his lips brushing hers in a slow, lingering kiss. Her mouth opened to him eagerly, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm that spoke of long-held longing. Mmmnpfh... The sound escaped her, a soft, needy whimper that made his cock throb.
Breaking away from Susan, he shifted his attention to Heather. His kiss with her was just as deep, just as consuming. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as he explored her with an unhurried intensity.
Steve began undressing them with deliberate slowness, savoring every moment. His fingers trailed over the buttons of Susan’s blouse, brushing against the soft swell of her breasts beneath the fabric. She shivered under his touch, her nipples hardening visibly through the cotton. “Steve...” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
He moved to Heather, peeling her silk blouse from her shoulders with practiced ease. His hands roamed over her bare skin, tracing the curves of her body as he revealed more of her. So soft, he thought, his fingers dipping into the valley between her heavy breasts before moving lower.
Susan’s breath quickened as he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her hips, exposing the lace of her panties. Heather watched with hungry eyes as he did the same to her, his touch igniting fire wherever it lingered.
The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing—shallow, ragged, and growing more urgent with each passing second. Steve’s hands explored every inch of their bodies, his touch both possessive and tender. He was in no hurry, savoring the feel of their smooth skin beneath his fingers, the way they arched into his caresses, the soft noises of pleasure that escaped their lips.
“You’re both so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you, my wives.”
His words sent a visible shudder through them, and in that moment, there was no doubt—they were his. The dream they had waited for all those years was now within their grasp.
Heather and Susan leaned into each other, their lips meeting with practiced ease as their mouths opened in a deep, hungry kiss. Mmmph... The sound of their moans mingled, breathless and urgent, as Steve’s hands slipped between their legs. His fingers found their warm, wet slits, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes. Susan gasped against Heather’s lips, her hips bucking into his touch, while Heather let out a muffled whimper, her body arching forward.
“Oh ... Steve...” Susan managed to breathe, her voice trembling as her thighs clenched around his hand. Heather’s moan deepened, her tongue sliding against Susan’s in a rhythm that mirrored the way Steve’s fingers worked them both. The room was filled with the slick, wet sounds of his hands moving between their folds, their arousal soaking his skin.
Steve watched them, his cock throbbing at the sight of his two future wives lost in each other while he controlled their pleasure. “You’re so beautiful together,” he murmured, his voice thick with longing. “My wives.”
Their moans grew louder, more desperate, their bodies grinding against his hands as they kissed with an intensity that left no doubt—they were all lovers.
The sight was a catalyst. Steve’s mouth watered as Heather’s and Susan’s attention were now lost in each other’s embrace. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, fingers teasing and pinching and licking naked nipples. Steve slid down the bed, positioning himself between Heather’s spread legs, his tongue already craving the taste of her.
Heather let out a low moan as his hot breath kissed her inner thighs, her hips arching toward him in silent invitation. With a slow, deliberate motion, Steve parted her lips with his tongue, dipping into her wet heat. Mmm... The sound escaped him as he tasted her essence, sweet and intoxicating ambrosia. His tongue flicked against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her trembling body.
As he feasted on Heather, Steve’s hand never left Susan. His fingers slipped beneath her panties, sliding through her slick folds before pushing one inside her tight sheath. Susan gasped, her back arching off the bed as her body clenched around his invading digit. “Oh, Steve!” she cried, her voice trembling with need.
The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure—Heather’s soft cries of bliss, Susan’s breathy moans, and the wet, sucking noises as Steve devoured his grandmother with a hunger that bordered on obsession. Heather’s hands tangled in his hair, urging him deeper, her hips grinding against his face as she sought more of his relentless tongue.
Meanwhile, Susan’s moans grew louder as Steve added another finger then a third, scissoring them inside her with a rhythm that had her writhing on the bed. Her free hand reached out to Heather, their fingers intertwining as they shared in the overwhelming sensations Steve was unleashing within them.
“God, you’re both so fucking perfect,” Steve groaned against Heather’s sensitive flesh, his words muffled but dripping with adoration. He could feel their arousal building, their bodies quivering on the edge of release, and he reveled in the power he had over them—the power to bring them to the brink of ecstasy and hold them there, teetering, until they couldn’t take it anymore.
Heather’s thighs tightened around his head, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she neared her climax. Susan’s inner walls fluttered around his fingers, her cries growing more urgent. Together, they were his—his to pleasure, his to claim—and in that moment, there was no doubt that they belonged to him, body and soul.
“AHHHHH!” They both exploded in unison, their screams of ecstasy reverberating through the room like thunder. Steve’s mouth was flooded with Heather’s essence as she came against his tongue, her juices spilling over his lips and down his chin. At the same time, Susan’s tight pussy clenched around his fingers, her walls fluttering wildly as she rode the wave of her orgasm. “Oh God, yes! YES!” she cried, her voice raw and desperate.
But Steve didn’t pause for a second. He kept his rhythm steady, his fingers pistoning in and out of Susan’s slick hole while his tongue continued to lap at Heather’s throbbing clit. His gaze flicked to Susan’s face, her expression a mask of pure bliss, and he couldn’t resist pushing his luck. With a wicked grin, he added a fourth finger, stretching her even further. “Oh fuck, Steve!” she gasped, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge again.
Heather, still riding the aftershocks of her climax, leaned over and whispered hoarsely, “Tuck your thumb, baby. Do it.” Steve obeyed without hesitation, curling his thumb into his palm and pushing his entire hand into Susan’s dripping cunt. “YESSSS!” she shrieked, her back arching off the bed as her eyes rolled back in pure abandon. “FUCK! YOU’RE STRETCHING ME TO MY LIMIT! I’M GONNA CUMMMM!”
Her scream was primal, guttural, and utterly unrestrained as she came once more, her pussy clamping down on Steve’s hand like a vice. Heather watched with a mixture of awe and arousal, her own body tingling with residual pleasure. “That’s it, baby,” she purred, running a hand through Susan’s sweat-dampened hair. “Take all of him. You’re such a good girl.”
Steve felt a surge of possessiveness and pride as he watched Susan writhe beneath him, her body completely at his mercy. “I love you,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Both of you. Forever.”
Unnoticed to the trio, their passionate entanglement had drawn the attention of a duo with intentions as dark as they were daring. Mia and Zoé, ever the opportunists, had slipped into the room unnoticed, their movements as silent as shadows, not that it would have made any difference if they had made noise. Anything short of a bullhorn would not have capture the attention of the entangled flesh on the bed. They shed their clothes with practiced ease, their smooth, naked forms gliding closer to the edge of the bed where Steve lay between Heather and Susan.
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