Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
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Chapter 58 - The Reverend
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 58 - The Reverend - 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.
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The silence in the kitchen stretched, thick and heavy, as Steve processed Rin’s words. His mind felt like a tangled ball of yarn, and he was desperately searching for a single, loose thread to pull. Some had admitted having waited for him to reach adulthood. He had heard those words before, but not from his doctor. She was a world-renowned geneticist, more than qualified for a diagnostic. She was the one who had figured out the pheromones in the first place.
“Doesn’t people get addicted by the release of endorphins in the body?” he finally asked, his voice quieter than he intended.
Rin stared at him for a long, unblinking moment, her sharp eyes seeming to dissect the very question itself. She finally gave a single, precise nod. “It can happen, but not in the way you think. Dopamine exists to regulate your brain’s function, and it certainly has an incidence in sexual pleasure. Some people do search for that specific dopamine rush, but it is not the same as a drug addiction. I’ve never heard of withdrawal symptoms or a true, clinical addiction emerging from it.” She paused, choosing her next words with care. “It’s more ... a searching for the same intense rush of connection and joy. A pursuit of a profound feeling, not a chemical dependency.”
Her words were clinical, clean, and they should have been reassuring. But all Steve could picture was his mother’s face in the restaurant booth, her eyes dark with a hunger that had felt both ancient and immediate. He remembered the undeniable, heavy sway of her enormous breasts as she’d leaned forward, the way his own hands had seemed to move of their own volition to touch her. Was that joy? Connection? Or just a primal, biological circuit closing?
Steve sat in silence, his thoughts swirling like a storm he couldn’t escape. He tried to untangle the knot of emotions tightening in his chest. Mentally, he understood the science—enhanced pleasure didn’t reduce the women in his life to mindless slaves. But emotionally, fear gnawed at him everytime he was with one of them. Without warning, his mind flashed back to the restaurant booth, his mother’s dark, hungry eyes, the way her enormous breasts had swayed as she leaned closer. His hands had moved almost instinctively to touch her, as if pulled by some invisible thread. Was that joy? Connection? Or just a primal, biological circuit snapping shut?”
“Lost in his internal battle, Steve barely registered the world around him. It wasn’t until he finally surfaced from his thoughts that he realized Rin had left. The room was empty, the air still heavy with the weight of their conversation. He hadn’t even noticed her go. How long had he been sitting there, wrestling with his doubts? Steve leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. He needed to release those fears, he simply wasn’t sure how. He decided he needed some air, and went for a walk.
Steve pushed himself up from the chair, his body moving on autopilot as his mind continued to churn. He needed out, needed air, needed to escape the suffocating weight of his thoughts before they swallowed him whole. The quiet of the kitchen was suddenly too oppressive, the walls too close. Without thinking, he grabbed his jacket and stepped outside.
The hot summer air hit him like a slap, muggy and heavy, but it didn’t clear the fog in his mind. He walked aimlessly, his feet carrying him down the darkened streets without purpose or direction. His hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders hunched, he barely registered the world around him—the distant hum of traffic, the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. His thoughts were a relentless storm, swirling with images of his mother’s hungry eyes, His sister’s playful tease, his grandmother quiet assurances and Rin’s clinical revelations.
Lost in his head, he wasn’t paying attention when he turned a corner and collided hard with someone. The impact jolted him back to reality, and he stumbled slightly, catching himself before he fell. “Sorry,” he muttered automatically, his voice low and distracted. He didn’t even look up to see who he’d bumped into, his gaze fixed firmly on the ground as he sidestepped them and kept walking. His heart was pounding, not from the collision but from the chaos inside him. He just needed to keep moving.
Steve barely registered the collision at first, his mind still a whirlwind of tangled thoughts. The man’s voice, thick with a Southern drawl, cut through the haze like a blade. “Now it doesn’t seem that you are quite sorry, Steve. Distractions is the specialty of the devil, my son. You should look where you’re going.”
The deep accent hit him like a gut punch, pulling him sharply back to the present. Steve’s head snapped up, and his steps faltered as he took in the figure before him. The portly ans sweaty man gave him a greasy smile that made his skin crawl, clad in a dark suit despite the heat. His sharp eyes bore into Steve with an intensity that made the younger man feel dirty. Flanking him were two hulking men, their broad shoulders and rough edges suggesting they’d seen more than their fair share of brawls.
Steve froze, instantly on his guard. He recognized the man instantly—it was Reverend Theodore Walker. Heather had shown him a photo, but seeing him in person was something else entirely. The reverend’s presence was almost magnetic, radiating sleaze and menace in equal measure.
The air around them thickened, crackling with tension. Steve forced himself to relax, his feet shifting instinctively into a combat stance—just in case. His body coiled like a spring, ready for whatever might come next. His heart pounded, not with fear, but with a strange mix of anticipation and relief. Here was a distraction, something tangible to focus on, something that could drown out the storm raging in his mind.
Steve’s lips curled into a predatory smile as he met the reverend’s gaze head-on. The weight of his doubts, the gnawing fear, the confusion about his family—all of it faded into the background. For the first time in what felt like forever, his thoughts were clear, sharp, focused.
The two men flanking the reverend shifted slightly, their hulking forms telegraphing a silent warning. But Steve barely registered them. His eyes locked onto the reverend, his smile widening as he let go of the chaos inside him and embraced the moment.
He almost wished there would be a fight.
He needed the release.
Steve’s lips, still curled into a razor-sharp smile as he squared his shoulders, his voice dripping with mockery. “Well! If it isn’t the good Reverend Walker,” he drawled, his tone cutting through the tense air. “You’re a long way from your congregation. To what do I owe the dubious pleasure?” He emphasized the last word with a smirk, his eyes locking onto the reverend’s with unflinching defiance.
The reverend’s greasy smile faltered for a fraction of a second, surprise flickering across his sweaty face. This wasn’t the reaction he’d expected from an eighteen-year-old punk who should’ve been cowering under the weight of his presence. But Reverend Walker was no amateur; he recovered quickly, his smile widening into something more sinister, like a predator realizing the prey had claws.