Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 4: The Last Hurdle
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4: The Last Hurdle - 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 ft/ft Fa/ft Coercion Consensual Reluctant Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Niece Aunt Nephew Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Double Penetration First Fisting Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Size Small Breasts AI Generated
The gray light of pre-dawn filtered through his window, and for the first time since he’d returned, Steve felt a semblance of calm. He lay there, the events of the past few days replaying in his mind like a surreal film. One: his whole family practiced incest not only for sexual gratification but as a way of life. Two: except for his father Robert, they were all descendants of the O’Connor clan, a secret international group that believed this fucked-up, incredible tradition forged unbreakable bonds. The concept didn’t repulse him; it thrummed through him, a low, electric current of possibility. He’d already tasted it with his mother’s hungry hands at the diner and his aunt’s wicked mouth in her living room.
Steve’s only hesitation was Mia. She was the one he’d always felt protective of, her innocence something he’d guarded fiercely. Could he really cross that line with her? The thought tangled in his mind, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. He needed to talk to her—to hear her side, to understand how she felt when she discovered the clan’s twisted, yet enticing tradition. It wasn’t something he could just jump into without knowing where she stood
The creak of the floorboards in the hall and the soft click of the bathroom door latch pulled him from his thoughts. His own bladder gave an insistent pang. He got up, padding quietly to the hallway bathroom. The shower was running, the silhouette behind the frosted glass unmistakably feminine. He really had to go. “Uh, sorry, coming in,” he announced, pushing the door open.
He saw Zoé’s blurred form through the steam and glass, her silhouette moving gracefully under the water. “Steve, I’m almost done, just a sec!” her voice chirped. “Sorry, Zoé,” His voice tight with urgency, “I really gotta go—like, now.” Without waiting for a response, he turned to the toilet, hurriedly yanking his sleep pants down to his ankles, the fabric pooling at his feet as he positioned himself. The sound of the shower continued, mingling with the soft hiss of his stream, and he stared at the floor, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck.
The shower door squeaked open, and Zoé, drenched and glistening, launched herself at Steve with the enthusiasm of a puppy who’d just spotted her favorite chew toy. “Steve! I’m so happy you’re back!” she squealed, her voice dripping with genuine joy as she wrapped her slick, naked body around him in a bear hug that threatened to squeeze the breath out of his lungs.
“Whoa, Zoé! I can’t ... I’m trying to aim here,” he grunted, his body instinctively reacting to the sudden, warm pressure of her.
She just laughed, a light, airy sound, and her small hand darted down. Her fingers wrapped around his rapidly hardening cock, her grip firm and knowing. “Here, let me help you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she pointed him toward the bowl. “I’ve always wanted to do this. It’s like holding the joystick in a video game, but way more fun. Go on, let me guide you.”
He couldn’t. It was impossible with her hand on him, her slick body plastered to his side. He was stone hard in her grasp. “Zoé ... fuck ... I can’t pee like this.”
“Try harder!” Zoé chirped, gripping him with the enthusiasm of a kid holding a water gun at a carnival. He clenched, focused, and managed a pitiful trickle that barely made a plop in the bowl. Zoé giggled, her wet hand still firmly in place. “Is that all you’ve got? I’ve seen garden hoses with more pressure!” She let out a snort-laugh that echoed off the tiles, making Steve groan in both frustration and amusement. “Zoé, this is not helping!” he muttered, but she just grinned wider, clearly enjoying her role as the world’s most inappropriate pee coach.
When he was finished, he shook himself off. “Okay, done. I’ll let you finish your shower.”
“No way,” Zoé said, her green eyes gleaming with mischief. She pulled him by his cock, leading him toward the shower stall. “You’re all wet now anyway. Come on.” groan of relief as her thumbs dug into the base of his neck, working out knots he hadn’t even realized were there. The combination of her touch and the steam enveloping them created a cocoon of warmth, pulling him deeper into this moment of shared intimacy.
When Zoé’s hands reached the small of his back, her fingers pressed firmly into the muscles there, kneading away the last remnants of tension. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his shoulder as she whispered, “Your turn now.” Her teasing tone sent a fresh wave of heat through him, and he felt his heart skip a beat as he turned to face her.