Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 60: The shower
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 60: The shower - 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 Body Modification Hairy Size Small Breasts Teacher/Student AI Generated
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the tangled sheets. Steve blinked awake, feeling the weight of four bodies pressed against him—Lily’s head on his chest, Sophia’s leg hooked over his thigh, Violet’s arm draped across his stomach, Nora’s face buried in the crook of his neck. Their breath came in soft, synchronized rhythms, the air thick with the scent of sex and sleep.
Definitely need a bigger bed.
He shifted carefully, sliding his arm out from under Lily’s head. She murmured something unintelligible, rolling onto her side, her small breasts catching the light as she settled back into sleep. Sophia stretched, her copper hair splaying across the pillow, but didn’t wake. Violet’s grip loosened as he pulled away. Nora simply sighed, her lips parting as she sank deeper into the mattress.
Steve padded across the room, naked, his muscles stiff from the night’s exertions. The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, and he turned the shower knob. Steam began to fill the space, curling around him as he stepped under the spray. The hot water beat against his shoulders, washing away the dried sweat and the lingering traces of their passion. He closed his eyes, letting the heat seep into his bones.
The shower curtain rustled. Then slid open.
Two naked figures stepped into the steam, their silhouettes cutting through the mist. Mia’s blonde hair was already damp, plastered to her shoulders, her 36DD breasts swaying with each step. Zoé followed close behind, her red hair a stark contrast against the white tiles, her runner’s build lean and athletic, her 36C breasts perky and tipped with rosy nipples that were already hard.
“You didn’t think you’d get away that easily, did you?” Mia’s voice was a purr, her hands finding his shoulders, her breasts pressing into his back as she pulled herself against him. The soft give of her flesh, the warmth of her skin against his wet back—it sent a jolt straight to his groin.
Zoé’s hand drifted lower, her fingers wrapping around his rapidly thickening shaft. She rubbed the tip with her thumb, spreading the pre-cum that had already begun to bead. “You still have two sisters to satisfy, little brother.”
Steve’s breath hitched as her grip tightened, her strokes slow and deliberate. The water cascaded over them, streaming down Zoé’s arm, dripping from Mia’s nipples. The tile wall was cool against his palms as he braced himself, the steam wrapping around them like a cocoon.
Mia’s hands slid around his waist, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs before dipping lower. She cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm, her breath hot against his ear. “We heard you last night,” she whispered, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. “You made those girls scream so fucking loud. The whole house heard.”
Zoé’s strokes quickened, her thumb pressing against the sensitive underside of his cockhead. “But you didn’t come, did you?” Her voice was a teasing lilt. “You held back. Left them spent and satisfied, but you didn’t finish.”
She released him, reaching past him to grab the bottle of body wash. She squeezed a generous amount into her palm, then began to lather his chest, her slick hands gliding over the contours of his muscles. Her fingers circled his nipples, pinching them lightly before sliding down his stomach. Zoé released his cock, only to kneel before him, the water streaming over her red hair as she took him into her mouth.
The sensation was electric. Her tongue swirled around the head, then she took him deeper, her throat opening to accommodate his 9-inch girth. Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she bobbed her head, the wet slosh-slosch-slosch of her mouth filling the shower. Water dripped from her chin, mixing with the saliva that coated his shaft.
Mia’s hands worked his back now, kneading the tight muscles, her breasts sliding across his skin with every movement. She pressed her mound against his ass, grinding against him, her wet curls tickling his crack. Her breath came in soft, hitching moans as she rubbed herself against him.
“Fuck, Zoé,” Steve gasped, his hand finding her wet hair, guiding her pace. “Just like that. Yeah. Suck that fucking cock.”
Zoé’s response was a muffled mmmnphf, her eyes fluttering up to meet his as she took him deeper, her nose brushing his pelvis. Her throat convulsed around him, and he felt her gag, but she didn’t pull back. She held him there, her tongue working the underside of his shaft, her saliva pooling and dripping down his balls.
Mia’s hand slid between his legs, her fingers finding Zoé’s mouth where it met his cock. She pressed her fingertips against Zoé’s stretched lips, feeling the heat, the slickness. “You’re so fucking good at that, Zoé,” she breathed. “Sucking our brother’s huge cock like a proper little slut.”
Zoé pulled back with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She gasped for air, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy. “I want to taste you both,” she said, her voice hoarse. “Together.”
Mia’s eyes lit up. She turned Steve around, pressing his back against the cool tile, and dropped to her knees beside Zoé. The two sisters looked up at him, their faces glistening with water and need, their breasts heaving. Mia leaned in first, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, her tongue circling the ridge. Zoé followed, her mouth joining Mia’s, their lips meeting at the base of his shaft, their tongues intertwining around his girth.
The sensation was overwhelming. Two mouths, two tongues, working in tandem, licking and sucking every inch of him. Mia took the head, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled, while Zoé licked the underside, her tongue darting down to his balls, lapping at them before taking one into her mouth. Her eyes never left his, her gaze hungry, possessive.
Steve’s hands found their heads, his fingers tangling in their wet hair. “Fuck, you two are incredible,” he groaned, his hips beginning to thrust, the rhythm building. “You’re gonna make me fucking come.”
Mia pulled back, her lips glistening. “Not yet,” she said, her voice firm. “I want to feel you inside me first.”
She stood, her body pressed against his, her wet tits squashing against his chest. Her hand guided his cock to her entrance, the head nudging against her slick folds. She was so fucking wet, her arousal dripping down her thighs, mixing with the water at their feet. She looked into his eyes, her blues dark with desire.
“Fuck me, Steve,” she whispered. “Fuck your sister.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly, and drove into her in one smooth, brutal stroke. Her scream echoed off the tiles as he filled her completely, her body arching, her nails raking down his chest. The water was hot, the steam thick, the splotch of his cock sliding into her cunt obscene in the small space.
“Fuck, yes!” she cried, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to pound into her. His thrusts were deep, punishing, each one driving her harder against the wall. Her tits bounced with every impact, her nipples scraping against his chest, her moans a ragged, breathless litany of his name.
Zoé didn’t stay idle. She pressed herself against his back, her wet body sliding against his, her hands reaching around to cup Mia’s bouncing breasts. She pinched her sister’s nipples, twisting them, making Mia gasp and shudder. Her mouth found Steve’s neck, her teeth grazing his skin, her hand sliding down to where he was buried inside her sister.
“I can feel you,” Zoé murmured against his ear, her fingers tracing the join of their bodies, feeling the slick slide of his cock entering Mia’s cunt. “I can feel how fucking deep you are. Fill her up, Steve. Make her fucking scream.”
Mia’s head fell back, her eyes rolling as the pressure built. Her pussy clenched around him, her inner walls gripping his shaft with every thrust. “I’m gonna come,” she gasped, her voice cracking. “Holy fuck, Steve, I’m gonna—”
“Come for me,” he growled, his pace quickening. “Come on my fucking cock, Mia.”
Her orgasm ripped through her, a guttural cry tearing from her throat as her body convulsed against his. Her cunt spasmed, milking his shaft, the hot rush of her release coating his cock. He didn’t stop, fucking her through it, driving deeper, harder, until her screams turned into broken, gasping sobs of pleasure.
When her grip loosened, he pulled out, his cock slick with her cum. Zoé was already there, her body pressed against the wall, her legs spread, her hand between her thighs, her fingers buried in her own wet cunt.
“Now me,” she breathed, her voice a desperate plea. “Fucking take me, Steve.”
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her slick folds. Her pussy was dripping, her arousal a thick, glistening sheen that coated her thighs. He looked into her green eyes, the water still streaming over her red hair, and pushed inside.
Zoé’s gasp was sharp, her body tensing as he filled her. Her pussy was tight, hot, gripping him like a velvet vise. She was smaller than Mia, more compact, and the stretch made her eyes widen, her lips parting in a silent O. He paused, letting her adjust, his forehead resting against hers.
“Fuck, Zoé,” he whispered. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Move,” she commanded, her voice a husky growl. “Fuck me. Fucking ruin me.”
He obeyed. His thrusts were slower than with Mia, deeper, more deliberate, each one driving into the core of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her arms around his neck, her mouth finding his in a hungry, desperate kiss. Their tongues dueled, their breaths mingling, the water cascading around them.
Mia pressed against his back, her lips trailing kisses down his spine, her hands gripping his hips, guiding his rhythm. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice a low, approving hum. “Fill our big sister’s cunt with that big fucking cock.”
Zoé’s moans grew louder, more urgent, her body beginning to tremble. Her pussy clenched around him, her nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m close,” she gasped against his lips. “Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”
He didn’t. He drove into her faster, harder, the splotch-splotch-splotch of their bodies meeting filling the steam-laden air. Her eyes rolled back, her back arching, a primal scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. Her cunt spasmed violently, milking his shaft, her body going rigid in his arms.