Unbroken
Copyright© 2025 by IHateDrFreud
Chapter 1
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Jake grew up in a family of superheroes, but lacked any sign of power himself. Determined to follow in his father’s footsteps, he pushed through every challenge, always rising after each defeat. But when he eventually becomes a real superhero, he might discover that the life he once idolized isn’t as perfect or as pure as he’d imagined.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Consensual Fiction School Superhero Tear Jerker Extra Sensory Perception Robot Cuckold Sharing Incest Group Sex AI Generated
Human evolution didn’t stop. Instead of getting smarter or faster running, it’s just spewing chaotic power crap. Some people have abilities too small to notice, like always knowing when the bus is late. Others get massive, world-bending gifts, like guys who can manipulate gravity or stop time for a few seconds. This freakish split creates total chaos: some folks use their strength for crime or just to be jerks, and some try to be heroes.
I’m Jacob, everyone calls me Jake. I’m in the last year of high school, and completely normal. I actually was supposed to be amazing. I was supposed to be flying or lifting cars by now. Instead, I was a dude. I had brown hair and eyes, a completely average look. I was a straight-B student, staying quiet, avoiding fights, and avoiding attention. I was a massive superhero comic fan, and my father was my inspiration.
My dad, Hans, was Übermensch, which means superman. He cannot use Superman for his superhero name due to the copyright problem; however, he is the real deal. He is probably the most powerful guy on the planet and a member of The Force first generation, the superhero crew protecting America. He was a refugee from some other multi-universe, which is why he can do impossible stuff here. His powers included invincibility, super strength, speed, and flight capability. He had that perfect look: cold, striking blue eyes and bright, golden blonde hair.
My little sister, Sydney, was a miniature copy of Dad, with the same ice-blue eyes and stunning blonde hair. She is also in high school, and her powers are just like Dad’s but a little bit less powerful. Her power showed up about a year ago, and she already works with Dad at The Force base. She’s the real deal.
My mom, Eve, was gorgeous. Unlike my dad and sister, she had no powers at all. She had long, dark hair and deep green eyes and worked as a regular agent at the Force base, handling operations and support rather than fighting.
No one at school knew that the strongest hero on the planet was actually my dad. Superheroes often kept their identities locked behind distracting suits. Sydney played the role of a regular sophomore, always pretending to struggle in gym class, careful not to accidentally jump too high or lift something too heavy.
Being the son of a superhero family has a downside, too. Dad and Mom were rarely home, always out fighting villains or handling missions. When Sydney and I were younger, it used to be just the two of us most nights. We played games, did homework together, and waited for Mom to come home from her late shifts at the Force base. But after Sydney’s powers awakened a year ago, everything changed. She spent most of her time training at headquarters. I understood why, but it did not make the house feel any less empty.
My life at home grew quiet and lonely. Most nights, I ate dinner by myself and watched the news about my dad and sister. I told myself it would be different once my own powers awakened. I imagined training at the Force base, hanging out with other superheroes, finally belonging somewhere instead of being the powerless kid left behind. I dreamed about it constantly.
My school life was average in every possible way. Crowded hallways. Buzzing lights. Teachers who drank too much coffee. I walked the halls, slipping past clusters of kids, watching them socialize. They talked about parties and homework and superhero news.
Although I was quite lonely at home, I wasn’t pathetic at school. I had a friend, and she happened to be a hot girl, Evelyn. She and I had been close since freshman year. We even looked weirdly similar: same shade of brown hair, same brown eyes. People teased us constantly, calling us twins.
However, Evelyn was beautiful, stunning. I had fallen for her hard back then, but we ended up just being good friends. I told myself I was over her. Mostly.
“Hey, Jake! Did you finish the calculus?” Evelyn called out, spotting me like she always did.
I sighed as she jogged up beside me. She acted like my mom at school, always taking care of me. It was weird, but I’d gotten used to it.
“Well, I finished it,” I lied. “I worked on it last night.”
Evelyn gave me a knowing smirk and, without missing a beat, pulled my homework notebook out of her bag. She’d been doing this since freshman year, quietly supporting me, whether I liked it or not. It was annoying, but I was also grateful for it.
I grabbed the notebook from her hand a little too quickly and muttered, “Thanks.”
And then we saw the start of a problem. There was a guy up ahead who seemed to be causing trouble in the hall. His posture, the way people were giving him space, and the annoyed look on the girl in front of him. It all clicked fast.
Jordan was a black guy with a huge physique. I recognized him immediately from some karate championship the school would not shut up about. He was talking to a redhead, but she clearly wanted nothing to do with him. She tried to pull her hand back, but he kept holding on, ignoring the uncomfortable look on her face.
Instinct took over, the stupid comic book instinct that told me a hero should step in. I walked up, trying to sound calm, non-aggressive. “Hey, Jordan. Just leave her alone, man.”
Jordan shifted his attention to me, his face twisting into a grin. “Fuck off, mind your business.”
Keeping my voice low, I stepped closer. “She’s not interested. If you need someone to pick on, pick on me. Let her go.”
Jordan turned fully toward me, and he let go of the girl’s hand. “You really want to play a hero?” he muttered.
For a guy famous for kicking people’s ass, he did not hesitate. I barely had time to process the words. It happened so fast, I did not even see the move. His kick was not anywhere near full force, more like swatting a mosquito, but even that was enough. The air whooshed out of my lungs as my body slammed against the wall and slid down until I hit the floor.
“Leave him, Jordan!” Evelyn shouted, trying to protect me.
He smirked. “Just make sure your twin learns not to get in my way next time.”
My ribs ached like they were about to snap, and my head felt like it was splitting in two. But I wasn’t done. I pushed myself up. I forced my jaw closed and pressed on, pulling myself upright with all the strength I had left.
When I finally stood, I was trembling, every muscle screaming, but I was upright. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, and yet I felt solid. I faced Jordan, pain radiating through me, and said, “Where’re you going, Jordan? You haven’t even broken my rib as you do with your opponent in that stupid tournament.”
Jordan shook his head and walked toward me, and there I was, barely broken and still standing.
Before Jordan could react further, a voice cut through the hallway. “Jordan, stop! How dare you hit my brother?” Sydney said, stepping forward.
I looked up to see my little sister, perfectly composed, her blue eyes sharp and unreadable. Even without using her powers, Sydney carried herself like a queen bee at school. People admired her, feared her, or tried to impress her. Very few students ever dared to go against her. She gave me a small nod.
Jordan hesitated, glancing between us. “He’s your brother? Really?” he muttered, still glaring at me.
Sydney said coolly, “Yes. And maybe both of you will come with me now. Let’s have a talk.” She glanced sharply at Jordan and then at the girl.
Jordan grumbled under his breath, clearly annoyed. “Better thank your hot sister, kid,” he said before stepping back.
As the redhead girl walked past me, she gave me a small, warm smile and whispered, “Thanks.” It was barely more than a breath, but it made my chest tighten.
I sank back against the wall, still trembling. That was probably as normal a day at school as I was ever going to get.
The dinner table smelled of roasted chicken and mashed potatoes, but I barely noticed the food. My ribs still throbbed, and the memory of Jordan’s kick made me wince every time I shifted in my chair.
Sydney, sitting across from me, spoke first. “Dad, there was a little incident at school today. Jake ... he stood up for a girl.”
Dad raised an eyebrow. “How did it go? Did he win the fight?”
Sydney shook her head. “No, but he stood his ground the entire time. Didn’t back down once.”
Dad’s striking blue eyes scanned me over his plate. “And no powers awakened yet?” His tone was casual, but there was that faint edge of curiosity and concern. “Sydney had her abilities a year ago. You should be showing signs by now if you have one.”
I said under my breath, “Yeah, tell me about it. At least I saved that girl from that bully.”
Sydney’s eyes narrowed slightly. “The girl would probably have been fine in the first place. It’s Jessica, after all. However, the boy he faced ... was Jordan.”
I blinked. So the girl’s name was Jessica. And judging by the way Sydney spoke to Dad, they already knew Jessica and Jordan well. That made the whole thing even stranger.
Dad’s fork paused mid-air, his expression calm but thoughtful. “Jordan, huh. That kid can be ... difficult.” He glanced at Sydney. “You know how he is.”
Sydney added, “I already told him that Jake is your son, so he won’t bother Jake again.”
Dad set his fork down. “Jake, you too, don’t bother him. That’s one you don’t need to pick a fight with, okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah ... okay.”
I pushed my food around my plate, thinking. I’d stood up for someone, and yeah, it felt good, but it didn’t change the fact that I was a complete weakling. Still, maybe that counted for something. Standing my ground, even broken and battered, even powerless ... maybe that was a kind of power, too.
The rest of dinner passed in relative silence. I poked at my food, my mind still replaying the school, Evelyn’s homework, Jordan’s smirk, Jessica’s cute smile, and the strange relief when Sydney stepped in.
A few days had passed, and I still nursed my sore ribs. Jordan had been different these past few days. At school, he gave me a nod in the hallway, almost friendly. It was unsettling, seeing the guy who had almost crushed me act almost normal, almost ... nice.
And then there was Jessica. I noticed her in the cafeteria, laughing quietly with her friends, the same small smile she had given me in the hallway that day. She had striking firefly shade hair that seemed to glow under the sunlight streaming through the windows. Her freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks gave her a warm, approachable look, suiting her emerald green eyes. I could not help but notice how cute she looked. My chest tightened without warning. It was like the world slowed down for just a second, and I could not take my eyes off her.
“What are you looking at so intensely?” Evelyn asked, leaning forward with a teasing smile. We were sitting across from each other at our usual table, surrounded by the smell of food in the cafeteria. “You look like you’re drifting in the air. You totally have a crush on someone, don’t you?”
My face instantly went hot. “No, I don’t.”
That smirk again. The same one she used when she always caught me.
Then something strange happened.
The next day, while walking downtown, I suddenly caught fragments of conversation that I could not normally hear. Whispers floated to me, faint but clear: something about shooting rich people at the gala.
I froze, confused, and looked around. There was no one near enough to be speaking. The street was mostly empty, just a few people scattered far apart, none of them talking. My head spun for a second. Had I imagined it? Was my brain playing tricks on me?
Then, in the next instant, something even stranger happened. I saw another vision right in my mind, and for a heartbeat, it was like it was someone else’s vision. He was inside a truck. Around him, people I did not recognize carried weapons, and a few moved with an almost unnatural precision, like they had abilities beyond ordinary humans. Maps and plans were spread across the dashboard. My eyes locked on a map with a hotel marked with a bold red cross.
I gasped and blinked; the vision was now gone. I looked around in disbelief. Across the road, the hotel from my vision came into view, and parked near it was a truck. My stomach twisted as the truck doors opened. Several people jumped out, rushing toward the hotel.
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