Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 35 - The Future
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 35 - The Future - 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
Steve’s mind went utterly, completely blank. The world narrowed to the woman in his arms, her words echoing in the silence they created. A daddy. The terrifying, exhilarating, impossible truth of it washed over him, and he saw the same tempest of emotion raging in Susan’s beautiful green eyes. Her need for his reassurance was a physical thing, a current pulling at him.
He pushed every shred of fear and insecurity down, locking it away for later. For her. His smile felt shaky but genuine as he cupped her face. “I love you,” he breathed, his voice thick. “I am so fucking happy!” He brushed the tears from her cheek with his thumb, his own vision blurring. “We’re gonna have a baby.”
A sob of pure relief escaped Susan’s lips, and she crushed her mouth to his in a desperate, grateful kiss. Heather watched them, a proud, serene smile on her face, her own eyes glistening.
The kiss deepened, shifting from emotional to ravenous in a heartbeat. Steve’s hands slid from her face, down her back, grabbing two massive handfuls of her ass through her dress, pulling her flush against the undeniable proof of his excitement straining against his jeans. Susan moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips against his, the damp heat between her legs already seeping through the fabric to brand him.
Steve cupped Susan’s face, his thumb brushing away a strand of hair as he looked deep into her eyes. His mind raced with a storm of thoughts. “We have so much to do for the baby,” he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and urgency. “We need to find the new house—something big enough for all of us. And the maternity room ... it has to be right beside our bedroom.” He hesitated, his brow furrowing. “Oh god, we’ll have to childproof everything. There’s so much to think about!”
Susan chuckled softly, her laughter warm and knowing as she gazed up at him. This wasn’t her first child, but seeing him on of the very child she gave birth to—Her son, her husband, the father of her baby—fretting over every detail filled her with a deep, tender affection. She adored him for it. “Steve,” she said gently, her hands resting on his chest, “we’ll figure it all out together. But right now...” Her cute nose crinckled as she smelled him. “YOU need a shower, The realtor will be here shortly and we can’t decide without you.
Steve stepped into the shower with Heather, the hot water cascading over them as his nervous energy buzzed through his veins like electricity. He couldn’t stand still, couldn’t stop thinking about the baby, the house, the future—it was all too much. Sensing his restlessness, Heather dropped to her knees in the steam-filled stall, her hands sliding up his thighs before wrapping around his already hardening length.
“You need to calm down, Steve,” she murmured, her voice a soft, soothing purr against his skin. She took him into her mouth, her lips and tongue working him with practiced ease. His hands instinctively tangled in her hair as he let out a guttural groan, the tension in his body slowly unraveling with every flick of her tongue.
But even as she drained him, swallowing down every last drop of his release, Heather couldn’t hide her concern. She pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her brows furrowed as she looked up at him. “This is really abnormal, Steve,” she said, her tone laced with worry. “You’ve had four hours of nearly uninterrupted sex, took a thirty-minute break, and then almost choked me with your load after a blowjob. I’ve never seen any man do this.”
Steve just waved her off with a dismissive chuckle, leaning back against the tiled wall as if it was nothing. “You’re making a mountain out of a molehill,” he replied, his voice dripping with nonchalance. But Heather wasn’t convinced. She stood up, the water streaming down her body as she sighed deeply. She knew something was off, and she wasn’t going to let it slide.
“I’m booking you a doctor’s appointment as soon as I can,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. Steve opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it. For now, he let the water wash over him, trying to push the nagging thoughts away—but his grandmother’s worry began to seep in him.
They all dressed and reconvened in the kitchen, the mood buzzing with a mix of excitement. Mia, Zoé, Charlotte, and Evelyn were already seated at the table, plates filled with lunch. The clatter of utensils and the low hum of conversation filled the air as Steve and Susan entered.
“Took your time,” Mia teased, her tone light but her eyes sharp, glancing between Steve and Susan with a knowing smirk.
Susan, sauntered over to the kitchen counter and made herself a cup of coffee, letting the tension build, her hips swaying with a subtle grace. “Well, we had to celebrate,” she said, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction as she slid into a chair.
Evelyn paused mid-bite of her sandwich, her brows lifting in curiosity. “Oh? What celebration?” she asked, her voice casual but her gaze keen.
Susan leaned back in her seat, cradling a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, her lips curling into a radiant, almost defiant smile. “I’m pregnant,” she announced, her voice excited, spilling the words in a hurry as if she couldn’t contain herself anymore.
For a moment, silence fell over the room, heavy and palpable. Then, like a dam breaking, the kitchen erupted into chaos. High-pitched screams pierced the air, making Steve wince as his ears rang. The women—Mia, Zoé, Charlotte, and Evelyn—surged toward Susan in a flurry of hugs, squeals, and questions, their excitement overwhelming.
Heather watched from the sidelines, with an amused expression. Without a word, she reached for her phone and slipped into the family room, leaving the chaos behind.
Steve stood there, feeling oddly exposed and out of place amidst the frenzy. He wanted to follow Heather’s lead, to retreat and process everything in private, but he couldn’t. Not now. Instead, he reached out and took Susan’s hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. She glanced up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of love and tenderness.
Susan’s smile widened, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the room. But the reality of what this meant—what they were to each other—loomed large.
Steve stood there, utterly bewildered, as the women around him continued their cacophony of excited chatter. How do they even keep up with each other? he wondered, his ears practically ringing from the overlapping voices. It was chaos—pure, unbridled chaos—and yet, they all seemed to understand every word, every nuance, as if they were speaking some secret language only they knew.
The gab fest went on and on, their excitement showing no signs of slowing. Steve clutched Susan’s hand feeding her his love as his thumb caressing the back of her hand. Her fingers tightened around his, and he glanced at her eyes to see her beaming smile, her green eyes sparkling with joy. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to the back of her hand, savoring the warmth of her skin against his lips.
Just as he was about to drown in the sea of female voices, the doorbell rang, cutting through the noise like a lifeline. “I’ll get it!” Steve blurted out, already moving toward the front door before anyone else could claim the task.
Steve’s footsteps echoed in the hallway as he approached the front door, his mind still a whirlwind of unspoken fears and self-questionning. But the moment he swung the door open, everything else seemed to fade into the background. Standing there was a vision of beauty—a woman who immediately caught his attention.
She was around five foot four, looked to be in her thirties, her cascading blonde hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail that swayed slightly as she turned to face him. Her fair complexion was flawless, and her deep blue eyes seemed to pierce right through him. For a brief moment, her expression flickered with something—surprise? Recognition?—but it vanished almost instantly, replaced by a professional smile.
Steve blinked, caught off guard by her striking presence and that fleeting look. What was that about? he wondered, though he didn’t have time to dwell on it.
“Ava Gainsbourgh,” she introduced herself, extending a perfectly manicured hand. “Realtor. I believe I’m expected?”
Steve smiled, his charm kicking in almost automatically. “Yes! Please come in,” he replied, his voice warm and inviting. Stepping aside, he gestured for her to follow him. “Right this way.”
As he led her toward the kitchen, he couldn’t help but notice the way she walked—confident, poised, and with an air of quiet authority. This is going to be interesting, he thought, his curiosity piqued more than he cared to admit.
Steve’s mind was still reeling, but they proceeded to the kitchen where the conversation hadn’t stopped. As soon as Susan saw Ava, she hurried over and enveloped the realtor in a warm hug. “Ava! How are you, girl?” Susan exclaimed, her voice brimming with genuine affection. She turned to her family, her expression beaming with pride. “Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Ava. She’s an old friend ... and she’s clan.”
The family didn’t miss a beat. They greeted Ava warmly, their enthusiasm furthered by Susan’S announcement earlier. Susan stepped forward, her smile maternal yet proud as she furthered the introduction. “Ava and I were dormmates in college,” she explained, her voice tinged with nostalgia.
Susan gestured around the room, introducing each person in turn until her gaze landed on Steve. Her expression softened, her green eyes gleaming with a mix of affection. “And this,” she said, her voice lowering slightly, “is our future husband ... and my son, Steve.”
Ava’s eyes widened in surprise, her polished demeanor faltering for just a moment. She tilted her head slightly, her lips parting as if to speak, and then asked, “Oh? What happened to Robert?”
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