Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 45 - The Arrival
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 45 - The Arrival - 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
Rachel’s eyes turned feral. She bit her lower lip and a low, predatory sound rumbled in her chest. “Why don’t We christen our new alliance by trying out that bed in the back, Hmm?” she purred directly into his ear, her hot breath sending a shiver straight down his spine to his already-stirring cock.
Steve didn’t hesitate. He took her hand and stood, pulling her up with him. He looked around the cabin. Every single pair of eyes was locked on them—Heather’s knowing smirk, Susan’s amused approval, Evelyn’s and Charlotte’s wide, excited gazes. His face flushed with a heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with raw, unfiltered lust. He simply shrugged, a gesture that said ’what can you do?’, and pulled a giggling Rachel toward the plush bed alcove.
He closed the flimsy curtain that separated them from the main cabin, the soft swish of fabric doing absolutely nothing to dampen sound. He shrugged again, a thrill coursing through him. He was about to give every woman on this plane a front-row show, and the thought made his cock pulse insistently against his zipper. He didn’t care. Let them listen. Let them hear.
The moment the curtain closed, Rachel’s playful giggle evaporated, replaced by a hungry growl. She pushed him back onto the mattress, her strength surprising him. He landed with a soft thump, looking up at her as she stood over him, her gaze devouring him.
“I’ve been dreaming about this fucking cock since the library,” she breathed, her voice husky. Her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse, popping them open one by one with deliberate slowness. “Dreaming about how it felt stretching me open, fucking me deep again.”
With a final shrug, the blouse slipped from her shoulders, and Steve’s breath caught in his throat. Her breasts were magnificent. Nice, heavy globes capped with dark, pebbled nipples, they swayed with her movement, and his mouth instantly watered. He could see the slight pull of gravity on them, the way they filled her bra, about lying discarded on the floor, and all coherent thought fled his brain.
“God, look at you,” he groaned, his voice thick. “Those fucking tits, Rachel. I need them in my mouth. Now.”
A wicked smile played on her lips. “Such a demanding boy.” She joined him on the bed, straddling his hips, her warmth seeping through his jeans. She leaned forward, and he was enveloped in her softness. Her breasts pressed against his face, the scent of her skin—vanilla and musk—overwhelming his senses. His tongue lashed out, tracing the rigid peak of one nipple before drawing it deep into his mouth. Slurp. He suckled hard, his hands coming up to knead the other heavy globe, his fingers sinking into the impossibly soft flesh.
Rachel gasped, her head falling back. “Yesss ... fuck, just like that. Suck my tits, Steve. God, your mouth feels so good.” Her hips began a slow, grinding rhythm against his groin, the friction making him ache. Mmmph.
He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on her other nipple, biting down gently, making her cry out. Glrk. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her. “You have no idea what you do to me,” she panted. “I’m already so wet for you. Soaked.”
Her hands fumbled between them, unbuckling his belt with frantic urgency. The clink of the buckle, the zzzip of his fly, and then her hot hand was sliding inside his boxers, wrapping around his throbbing length. Her eyes widened. “Jesus Christ,” she whispered, her voice full of awe. “I love your cock. It’s a fucking monster.” Her fist pumped him slowly, a shlick shlick shlick sound echoing in the small space. “This is all going inside me. Every. Last. Inch.”
Steve could only groan, his hips bucking up into her fist. He cupped her ass, pulling her tighter against him. “I need to taste you,” he demanded, his voice a ragged growl. “Get up. Now. I want my face between your legs.”
With a sultry laugh, Rachel complied, shifting her body. She didn’t move off him, instead she simply pivoted, bringing her dripping core to his mouth while she leaned down to take his cock into her own. The smack of her thighs framing his head was the most erotic sound he’d ever heard.
The world narrowed to sensation. Her hot, musky scent filled his nostrils a second before his tongue found her. Lap. She was drenched, her folds slick and swollen. He licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, and her whole body shuddered. Splorch. Above him, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, and her moan vibrated along his entire length. Gulp.
He ate her with a single-minded focus, his tongue plunging into her entrance before circling her clit with frantic pressure. Slurp. Flick. Slosh. He could feel her thighs trembling on either side of his head, hear her choked gasps and moans as she tried to deep-throat his massive cock. Glrk. Gag. The obscene, wet sounds of their mutual feasting were loud, undeniable. There was no pretending the rest of the plane couldn’t hear every slurp and every gulp.
“Fuck, Steve, right there!” Rachel cried out, her voice muffled by his dick. Her hips began to fuck his face in earnest, grinding her clit against his tongue. He doubled his efforts, sucking the little nub into his mouth, and felt her climax begin to coil. Splurt. Her juices gushed over his chin, a hot, sweet flood. Squirt.
Her scream was swallowed by his cock as her orgasm ripped through her, her body seizing, her thighs clamping around his head. He held her through it, lapping at her relentlessly, drinking her in until she collapsed forward, her body going limp, her forehead resting on his thigh.
She panted, recovering, but she wasn’t done. With a renewed hunger, she turned her body, positioning herself over his throbbing cock. Her hand guided his massive shaft to her dripping entrance, and she paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation. “Every inch of you is going inside me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. Slowly, she began to lower herself onto him, the thick head of his cock spreading her folds wide. Schlick. She wasn’t prepared for the sensory overload she experienced, gasping as he breached her, the initial stretch sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her core.
She continued to sink down, inch by agonizing inch, her cunt stretching to accommodate his girth. Every scrape, every friction of his pole on the walls of her cunt, there wasn’t a micron of her inside wall that didn’t explode into a cornucopia of senses. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she finally took him to the hilt, her ass resting on his thighs. “Oh fuck, you’re so deep,” she moaned, her body trembling with the sheer intensity of being filled completely. She could feel every millimeter of him inside her, her walls gripping him like a vice, pulsating with need.
Rachel started to move, rising up slowly until only the tip of his cock remained inside her, then slamming back down with a wet slap. Splosh. The sound was obscene, echoing in the small space, but it only fueled her arousal. She built up a rhythm, her hips grinding against him with increasing urgency. Her hands braced on his chest for support as she rode him hard, her tits bouncing with every thrust. “You feel so good, Steve ... fuck, I can’t get enough of this cock,” she panted, her voice breaking with pleasure. Her clit rubbed against his pubic bone with each movement, sending electric shocks of pleasure radiating through her body.
The sensory overload was so much, she had an out of body experience. Rachel felt like she was floating, detached from reality, consumed entirely by the pleasure coursing through her. Every nerve in her body was on fire, her cunt clamping down on his cock as her orgasm began to build. She could hear a high-pitched scream—it took her a moment to realize it was her own voice, raw and desperate. no words coming out, just a primal gurgling scream, her body seizing as the first wave of her climax hit her. Splurt. Her juices gushed around his cock, soaking them both as she shuddered uncontrollably.
But it didn’t stop. Her orgasm flowed into a bigger one, then an even bigger one, each wave crashing over her with more intensity than the last. Rachel couldn’t stop cumming—each one was better, the best she’d ever had in her life. They were so intense, so all-consuming, that she truly thought she would die. Her breath came in gasps, her lungs burning for air, her heart pounding so wildly in her chest she was certain it would explode. Her body was no longer hers to control; it belonged entirely to the pleasure, to the raw, unfiltered ecstasy that Steve’s cock was wringing from her.
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