Steve Stumbles on a Family Secret
Copyright© 2025 by Zathronas
Chapter 74: The Advice
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 74: The Advice - Steve's decision to come home one day early from college will change his life. He first stumbles on a family secret, then learns this secret has international ramifications. Is ignorance bliss? or if he plays his cards right and embraces his legacy, he may well become 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 front door hadn’t even clicked shut before Susan had her arms around his neck. Her lips found his jaw, his chin, then his mouth—hot and hungry, tasting of the peppermint tea she’d been nursing all afternoon. Mia was right behind her, pressing her tits against his arm as she stood on tiptoe to lick the shell of his ear. Zoé, quieter than the others, waited her turn, but her fingers were already hooked into his belt loops, tugging him deeper into the house.
“Are you alright?,” Mia breathed against his neck, her hand snaking down to cup the bulge already thickening in his trousers.
“Don’t overwhelm him,” Susan chided, but her own hips ground against Steve’s thigh as she said it.
They dragged him into the kitchen. The table was laid out like a feast—roast chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, fresh biscuits—and Steve’s stomach growled so loudly that Zoé laughed, a rare sound from her. They sat him down, and one by one, the other women paraded through.
Rachel came first, her beautiful tits squashed against his back as she leaned over to kiss him. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, sweet with the honey she’d been drizzling on a cake. Evelyn followed, then Charlotte, her kiss slower, more deliberate, her hand cupping his jaw. Sophia, Violet, Nora, and Lily each took their turn—some quick and eager, others languid, as if they had all the time in the world.
“Eat,” Heather commanded from the doorway. She stood there with her arms crossed, her white blouse perfectly pressed, her silver hair still pinned in its elegant twist. She looked regal, untouchable, but her green eyes softened when they landed on him. “You’ve had a long day. Eat first. The council matters can wait.”
Steve picked up his fork, but his eyes kept flicking to Susan. She stood by the sink, her back to him, her shoulders tight. The anger radiated off her in waves, a silent storm brewing beneath the surface.
He pushed back from the table, crossed the kitchen in three strides, and grabbed her wrist. She let out a small gasp as he pulled her onto his lap, her enormous 38JJ tits pressing against his chest.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his lips brushing the soft skin of her neck.
She mewled, her head falling back. “Not really,” she admitted, her voice cracking. “I’m pissed, Steve. They did this without my knowledge. Without asking me. And I—” She stopped, and a single tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m sorry, my love. I should have known. I should have protected you.”
He kissed the tear away, then another. “I’m not sorry,” he said quietly. “I may be different, but sitting in that chamber, listening to them explain what they did ... I realized it’s a gift.” He pulled back, meeting her eyes. “I couldn’t love you all the way I do without those enhancements. I couldn’t protect you. I couldn’t make you feel the way you deserve to feel. I’m blessed, Mom. I’m fucking blessed to have all of you.”
The room erupted. His women mobbed him, their mouths finding his neck, his hands, his face, their soft sounds of love and desire filling the kitchen like a chorus. But Susan still looked uncomfortable, her brow furrowed.
“What about our baby?” she whispered. “Will it be affected differently because of that shit they shot me with?”
Steve gently turned her head so they were eye to eye and shook his head. “According to the council, whatever was injected became inert a long time ago. It won’t affect our baby.” He kissed her then, slow and deep, pouring every ounce of reassurance he had into the press of his lips. When he pulled back, she was smiling—a real smile, the kind that made her green eyes crinkle at the corners.
Mia grabbed Susan’s hand and pulled her away from Steve. “C’mon, Mom!” she chirped, bouncing on her heels. “We have to get ready!”
Steve looked at Mia, amused despite the heat still pooling in his gut. “Ready for what?”
“Finish your dinner,” she ordered, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief, “and come into the living room to find out.”
She flounced out of the kitchen, dragging a laughing Susan behind her. Zoé shot Steve a look—half-excited, half-shy—before following. The other women lingered a moment longer, then followed them out of the kitchen.
Steve was left alone with his meal and the ghost of his mother’s kiss still warm on his lips. He ate quickly, his cock throbbing against his thigh, every nerve in his body alight with anticipation. The chicken was good. The biscuits were better. But he knew that whatever was waiting for him, he would like it.
When he finally pushed through the door, the sight stole the air from his lungs.
They were all there—Susan, Mia, Zoé, Rachel, Charlotte, Evelyn, Margaret, Sophia, Violet, Nora, Lily, and even Luisa. The furniture had been pushed back against the walls, clearing the center of the room into a wide, open space. Each woman was on all fours, their bodies arched and presented, every one of them wearing a baby doll of a different color—pink, lavender, emerald, crimson, midnight blue, peach, sunshine yellow, and more—the sheer fabric clinging to their curves and barely hiding the dark peaks of their nipples or the glistening folds between their thighs. Their asses were bared, lifted high, the smooth globes all facing him in a semi circle.
“We are ready for your inspection, Master,” Mia announced, her voice dripping with submission and heat. The air was heavy with the scent of aroused female—musky, sweet, intoxicating. Steve’s eyes swept over the semi-circle of bared asses and glistening folds, and he realized he couldn’t see a single cunt that wasn’t dripping wet and waiting for him. Each woman’s thighs were slick, their juices painting their inner legs in proof of their desperate need.
Steve had never shed his clothes faster. The buttons on his shirt pinged against the floor as he ripped it open. His jeans hit the carpet in a heap. And before any of them could react, he dropped to his knees behind the second woman from the left—Sophia.
His hands landed on her hips, yanking her ass higher, and then his face was buried between her cheeks. He ate her cunt with the enthusiasm of a Tasmanian devil, his tongue plunging deep, curling, lapping at her sweetness while she cried out and bucked against his mouth. But Steve was already moving, his hands snaking out to the ladies on both sides. Two fingers—sank into Mia’s and Evelyn’s sopping wet entrance without warning. Mia gasped, her back bowing while Evelyn, who whimpered and spread her legs wider. His thumbs found their rosebuds, circling, pressing, teasing, while his mouth ravaged Sophia until she screamed.
Several hours later, the living room looked like a battlefield of bliss. Bodies were strewn across the pushed-back furniture and the carpet, a tangled mound of satisfied, soft flesh. Every single woman was coated in a sheen of sweat and the pearly evidence of Steve’s devotion. Their skin glistened under the dim light, their breaths coming in soft, replete sighs.
Steve lay in the center of the pile, his chest rising and falling as he stared at the ceiling. A slow, dazed grin spread across his face. He marveled at his own endurance, the sheer, unearthly stamina that still thrummed through his spent muscles. It seemed his skills were still developing—A few days ago, he never would have been able to satisfy twelve women three times over and ejaculate in each of their dripping cunts.
He chuckled softly, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. The worst part? He could still go a few more rounds. His balls ached, hollow and nearly spent, but his cock twitched against Mia’s thigh, already stirring again. It seemed Mjolnir had defeated the throng of females trying to conquer him and was ready for more. Steve shook his head in wonder, it bordered on the ridiculous that his talent didn’t go to his head!
He managed to disentangle himself from the arms, legs, and sweat-slicked curves with careful, deliberate movements. A woman—Lily, maybe—murmured in protest as he slid out from under her thigh, but she settled back into sleep before he’d even stood. He padded naked through the darkened house, the cool air kissing his overheated skin.