Unbroken
Copyright© 2025 by IHateDrFreud
Chapter 3
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Life went back to normal, a normal that I had never wanted to.
Most days, the house was quiet. Mom was stationed at HQ more often now. Dad and Sydney were out on missions almost every night. And I stayed home, ate delivery food, and tried not to think about how far behind everyone else I was.
It wasn’t bad. It was just exactly empty.
Every evening, I left the TV on for the news about the Force 2nd Generation team that my sister was a member of. Dad, Mom, Sydney ... came home a few days a week, sometimes less. When they were here, the house didn’t feel so empty, which was good, just like tonight.
Tonight I had a dream. A strange dream that I hadn’t had for a long time, since I figured out how to take care of my own needs. It was a regular teenage dream, the kind no one really wants to talk about.
In the dream, I was having sex in a doggy position. It felt so good and so real. I could feel her wet and warm cavern around my rod, even though I had never had sex before. How could I imagine what the girl’s thing feels like inside? The girl in my dream, though, looked familiar from behind. I thought it was Jessica, since I recently had a real crush on her. But Jess has ginger hair, and this girl had blonde hair, golden blonde.
And when she turned back to me, and I could see her face clearly, I was shocked. I suddenly woke up in my bed. My heart was beating so fast it was about to rip off my chest. I felt bad, felt guilty.
The girl I saw in my dream was Sydney! Crap, I just had a sex wet dream with my own sister.
I pulled my phone up and Googled it. It said weird dreams about family members often reflect your subconscious feelings, such as unresolved emotions, stress, or a need for connection. I wasn’t surprised. I had a very bad week. I just couldn’t believe it would resolve itself this way.
I didn’t dare to see Sydney’s face in the morning. When she bounded down the stairs humming in her pajamas, I hid behind my cereal bowl. How could I tell her? No, I’m not going to tell anyone!
Dad gave Sydney a shoulder squeeze as we all sat down for breakfast. She leaned into him, smiling in a way that showed a deep connection. We all enjoyed a warm breakfast together, laughing over small talk and pancakes. Then Dad’s phone beeped.
He checked it, and his expression tightened. “Kaiju sighting near the west bridge,” he said, already pushing his chair back. Before anyone could reply, Mom’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and sighed. “I have to go too.”
And just like that, breakfast was over.
Both of them rushed toward the door. A gust of wind rattled the windows as Dad launched into the sky, and Mom’s car peeled out of the driveway seconds later. Sydney poked at her cereal, then looked at me across the table with a small shrug. “Well ... typical Tuesday. Good thing they don’t call the 2nd generation during school hours.”
The air between us felt thicker than usual. I couldn’t meet her eyes, the same eyes I’d seen staring back at me in the dream. My throat went dry when she reached for another pancake, her loose top gaping at the neckline as she leaned forward. For a split second, I caught a glimpse of her peach pink nipple exposed before the fabric settled back into place. I shoved my chair back so fast it screeched against the floor, my heart hammering in my chest.
“So, how’s your dream?” she asked.
“My dream? You know about it?” The words caught in my throat as Sydney’s gaze pinned me to the spot.
She shrugged. “Of course. Everyone in this house knows you’ve always dreamed of being a superhero.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Of course, she didn’t mean last night’s dream; there’s no way she could know about that. Sydney tilted her head, still chewing her pancake, and I forced myself to focus on the safer topic.
“Right ... superhero stuff,” I said, nodding quickly and scraping my chair forward. “Yeah. Still dreaming ... until I figure out what my power is.”
“So ... about your power,” she said, her tone casual but curious. “Have you noticed anything ... unusual lately?”
I frowned. “Unusual how?”
Sydney tilted her head, then asked something completely unexpected. “Has ... your libido gone up recently? You know, random boners? Or maybe intense dreams?” She took a bite of a pancake, watching me with a teasing smile.
“Sydney! What the ... Why would you ask me that?!” The spoon clattered against my bowl as my hands jerked in shock. Panic surged through me. She somehow actually knew about my dream last night?
She shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “You know ... when powers start waking up, apparently your sexual urges spike too. Every superhero goes through it. So, if you notice that, it could be a signal that your power is waking. Just something to keep an eye on.”
Oh, stupid me. She didn’t know about my dream last night. She was just giving an example of what can happen when powers wake up. My cheeks burned hotter than the stove behind her.
“Are you telling me all superheroes are ... high on libido? Maybe we should just call them superhorny instead,” I said, laughing awkwardly, trying to cover my embarrassment.
Sydney rolled her eyes but smirked. “Sadly, yes. It’s true. When it happened to me ... oh my god. I had dreams that could make a porn star blush. And keep that a secret, or I’ll kill you,” she added, pointing her fork at me.
“Couldn’t it just be teenage hormones? Most superheroes get their powers as teens, right?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. There’s a lot about powers we still don’t understand.”
My mind drifted. My face flushed thinking about the dream last night. Could Sydney be serious? Was that ... connected to my powers waking up? Or connect to some Sigmund Freud’s weird shit stuff?
“Hey ... why were you at that hotel the other day?” Sydney asked, changing the subject. “You just happened to be there in the middle of the attack. That was ... weird.”
I stared at my plate. “ ... It wasn’t exactly an accident.”
Sydney leaned closer. “What do you mean?”
“I ... saw one of the attackers,” I said slowly. “Before anything even started. But not with my eyes. It was like ... like I was inside his head. I saw what he saw, heard what he heard. Felt what he felt.”
Sydney blinked, her expression unreadable. Then she gave me a small node. “That’s ... not normal. It could be your power.”
I frowned. “You really think so? It sounds useless. How am I supposed to fight anyone with that?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “But it’d be insanely helpful for investigation. You could catch serial killers for breakfast.” She brightened at the thought.
I groaned. “What if I end up perceiving a bunch of serial killers’ minds and turn into one? Ever think about that?”
Sydney snorted. “Bro, please. You don’t transform into a murderer by watching their POV.” She paused, pretending to think deeply. Then her face lit up with wicked delight. “Actually, I’ve got a catchy superhero name for you! How about ... Voyeur Man.”
Sydney burst out laughing so loudly she nearly spilled her cereal.
“What a disgusting power,” I said. “Who would even want something like that?”
The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt. The ability was creepy. I didn’t like that ability at all. What if I use it on someone who was in the shower? Or on a couple having sex? And even if I never used it that way, people would still assume I was doing that.
Sydney’s laughter finally faded, and when she looked at me again, her expression had softened into something sincere.
“Hey, bro. I know I haven’t been around much lately. Training, missions, everything ... you’ve kind of been on your own.” She nudged my arm gently. “If your powers are waking up, I’m helping you figure them out. Whatever they are.”
Something warm tightened in my chest.
“ ... Thanks, Syd,” I said, and meant it.
She smirked. “Don’t thank me yet. Your power could still turn out to be the creepiest thing ever.”
The first day I came back to school, Evelyn freaked out at me. She worried that something terrible had happened. I could see it in her eyes the moment she spotted me in the hallway. She tried to hide it under jokes, but her voice shook a little, and she kept hovering near me like I might disappear again if she blinked.
I had to come up with something to explain my absence. I told her my family had to travel out of state on short notice. It was a messy excuse, but she accepted it. Or she pretended to.
Evelyn still kept an eye on me during the next few days. She checked my forehead like I had a fever. She made sure I ate lunch. She sat with me in every class we shared. It was strange, almost like she thought I would vanish again if she stopped watching.
Part of me felt guilty. She had always taken care of me in her own way. And I was lying to her about almost everything.
But how could I tell her the truth? That I had been smashed through a wall by Übermensch and woke up ten days later in a medical pod? That I might have a creepy, voyeuristic mind power I did not want to have?
Other good developments happened at school. Jessica had started saying hi to me whenever we passed each other in the hall, and I grinned back like a complete idiot. Evelyn’s eyes would narrow at me every single time.
One afternoon, I was eating lunch alone in the cafeteria. Evelyn had texted earlier that she wasn’t coming in, something about a family errand. I poked at my food, watching the usual chaos of the lunchroom swirl around me.
Then a shadow fell across my table.
I looked up and saw Jessica standing there with her tray in hand. My eyes immediately caught her pale pink skin, the kind that made her ginger hair look like it was glowing. Tiny freckles dotted her cheeks and nose. Her green eyes, bright and striking, were locked on me as she spoke.
“Hey,” she said softly. “Mind if I sit here?”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Jessica was asking to sit with me, and she looked absolutely stunning.
“Yeah, sure. Go ahead,” I said, trying not to act like an idiot.
She smiled and slid into the seat across from me.
We started talking, and it quickly turned into a lively conversation. At first, it was small stuff, classes, homework, silly teachers, and of course, superheroes. It was a topic that made us feel like we’d known each other for years.
“It still feels unfair,” I said. “Iron Maiden got accepted into the 2nd‑generation team. Anders said he didn’t want someone who’s just a durable sandbag, but her power is literally invincible.”
Jess laughed softly. “Jake, Iron Maiden isn’t just invincible. She’s ... incredibly fucking invincible.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Your dad once hit her with his full power,” Jess said. “She didn’t just survive it. She stood her ground afterward. That means she can still function and get the job done.”
I stared at her, stunned.
“And there’s a rumor,” Jess continued. “She was on-site testing where they detonated a nuclear bomb in New Mexico. She walked out without a scratch, though all her hair and clothes were gone.”
We both burst out laughing. Suddenly, Iron Maiden being on the team didn’t feel unfair at all. In fact, it sounded terrifying in all the right ways.
“So,” Jess said, leaning back in her chair, “have you figured out anything more about your ... uh, power?”
I scratched the back of my neck. “A little. Still mostly weird stuff. Sometimes I get these flashes of what other people are experiencing. It’s hard to control, and honestly, a little creepy.”
Jess raised an eyebrow. “Creepy, huh? Sounds like it could also be really useful.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. If I ever figure out how to control it without feeling like a pervert.”
She grinned. “Don’t worry. You’ll get there. You always do.”
For a moment, I just looked at her and realized how easy it was to talk to her, how comfortable it felt. I could have sat there all afternoon, talking and laughing, completely forgetting the chaos around us.
The next day, I had a biology lab session. Evelyn and I were lab partners, as always. We stood at our shared table while the rest of the room buzzed around us. Our exercise was frog dissection. Not my favorite activity. Evelyn loved it. She said cutting things open was relaxing. I tried not to question that.
As I was staring at our frog and Evelyn was preparing razors and tools, the teacher spotted us and grinned.
“What’re you waiting for, twins?” Mr. Halper said. “Come on, get to work. Chop-chop, literally.”
Evelyn rolled her eyes. “We are not twins, Mr. Halper.”
I barely heard her. I was still fixating on our frog. Its skin was unusually pale. Almost translucent. Like someone had sucked all the color out of it.
“Uh ... Evelyn?” I said quietly. “Why does ours look like jelly? Aren’t frogs supposed to be green?”
She leaned over, studying it with surprising interest. “Oh. This one is probably a cave frog.”
“A what?”
“A frog that lives its whole life underground,” she said, like this was something everyone knew except me. “Animals that grow up without sunlight lose pigmentation over generations. No light means no need for color. Their bodies even stop developing their eyes.”
I blinked and leaned closer. “Yeah, its eyes are super narrow. At first I thought it was, like ... some Asian frog.”
Evelyn snorted. “Yeah, some cave species even lose their eyes entirely. When a species stops relying on sight, the other senses take over. Touch, smell, vibration detection. Everything else gets sharper.”
Then something clicked. Not a dramatic flash of insight, more like a quiet snap inside my head. What if I shut down my own perception? Would that open the door for other perceptions?
“Yes, Jake, we are supposed to make the incision,” Evelyn said, nudging my arm. “Your intense frog-staring is starting to freak me out.”
I wasn’t grossed out or distracted. I was excited. Finally, something about this stupid power made sense. For the first time, I felt like I had a direction to move in.
Before I could stop myself, I turned to Evelyn, grabbed her shoulder, and kissed her cheek, a quick, impulsive peck.
She froze. “W‑what was that for?”
“Science,” I said, grinning like an idiot. “I fucking love science!”
Then I bolted toward the door before she could interrogate me. I needed to find my little sister. Now.
That evening, I walked toward the park, expecting Sydney to meet me. The sun was dipping low, spilling gold light over the trees. Joggers, families, and couples moved through the paths. Everything seemed normal.
I sat down on a bench, scanning for her familiar figure. Instead, I saw Jess walking toward me, hands in her pockets, and that confident smile on her face.
“Uh ... hi?” I said cautiously. “What a chance to see you here.”
“No, it’s not,” Jess said, smiling. “Sydney got called away on an urgent mission. She asked me to come instead. Said you might need someone to help you.”
I blinked, a mix of relief and surprise washing over me. “Oh. Okay ... cool, I guess.”
I couldn’t help but think about Sydney for a moment. She had no idea I had a crush on Jess. My little sister probably felt bad that she couldn’t come to support me, even though she had promised to help. So, she asked her superhero friend to step in instead, and the outcome turned out perfectly. I felt a surge of gratitude toward her.
“So,” she said, leaning back and stretching her legs out, “Sydney told me you figured out something. About your power.”
“Yeah.” I exhaled. “I think I know how to kind of force-learn it. Like when you were fifteen and still couldn’t swim, so your dad threw you into a lake.”
Jess raised an eyebrow.
“Well, it happened to ... a friend of mine,” I said.
She shrugged. “Okay, hotshot. Show me.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a folded piece of cloth.
Jess stared. “Is that a blindfold?”
“Yep.” I handed it to her. “Tie it on me.”
She blinked, then let out a short laugh. “Jake, if you can’t see, how are you supposed to use your power? How do you even aim it?”
“I don’t think I need to see,” I said. “I think I can hack into someone else’s perception. The first time it happened, I didn’t even see the guy I connected to. I wasn’t looking at him. I wasn’t even close to him. It just snapped into my head.”
Jess looked at me more seriously now.
I continued, “And today, I got an idea. So maybe if I shut off my vision, my brain will panic and start searching for something else. Another perception. Someone else’s.”
Jess’s expression shifted, surprised and impressed. “Ah, I get it. Let’s try.” She then started looping the cloth around my head. “Anything is better than having your dad smash you.”