A Heart Unbroken
Copyright© 2025 by IHateDrFreud
Chapter 4
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Jake grew up in a family of superheroes, but unlike his sister, he never showed even a hint of a power. Then one day, something inside him finally woke up. Learning to control it wasn’t easy, he stumbled and failed many times, but he always got back up. And when he eventually became a real superhero, he discovered a truth no one had warned him about. The superhero life he had admired might not as perfect or as pure as he had imagined.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Consensual Reluctant Fiction Humor School Superhero Tear Jerker Extra Sensory Perception Cuckold Sharing Incest Group Sex Swinging Black Male White Male White Female Voyeurism Slow Violence AI Generated
I sat at the dinner table, staring at the plate of lasagna in front of me, the smell of tomato sauce and garlic filling the room. Mom, Dad, and Sydney were already here. It’s a brief time of normality I deserved. Dad had that smug grin he always wore when he thought he was about to make a joke no one could resist.
“I’m thinking of selling the house,” he said casually, stabbing a forkful of lasagna. “From now on, we’ll all be living at the Force base anyway.”
I froze mid-bite. My fork hovered over the plate.
“Wait,” I said. “We could live at the Force base?”
Sydney perked up immediately, eyes sparkling. “Oh yes. I vote yes. Totally yes. Let’s all move there. Come on, it’ll be like living in a superhero playground. It’s super cool, the tech, the food, the view.” She gestured vaguely toward Dad, who flexed his biceps with an exaggerated grin.
Mom shook her head. “Not everything,” she said, slicing her salad neatly. “Your dad’s condominium at the Force base is relatively small. You two will live in the 2nd-gen dorm. Where should we keep all our stuff?”
“Fine,” Dad said with a reluctant grin. “I guess we’re keeping the house then.”
“Even the strongest superhero in the United States still has to listen to his wife, apparently,” Sydney teased, nudging Dad with her elbow.
Dad shrugged, turning to me, his expression softening into something serious for once. “By the way, I am proud of you, son. You’ve finally got your power, but more importantly, you’ve got what you always have: determination, endurance, relentless pursuit for your dream, and...”
“And craziness,” Sydney completed the sentence with a grin.
I chuckled. “Thanks, Syd. Craziness is actually my selling point, since my power is ... well, on the subtle side.”
Dad leaned forward, his tone turning more serious. “The ability isn’t everything, Jake. You could have the most broken power in the world and still be worthless if you can’t figure out how to use it effectively. Look at you today. Adapt your power in combat. You didn’t just use your power bluntly. You thought it through, turned the situation around. You’ve got a brain for it. That’s what matters.”
I couldn’t help the small grin that tugged at the corner of my lips. “Thanks, Dad.”
He clapped a hand on my shoulder, squeezing just enough to make me feel his strength without crushing me. “But don’t get cocky, though,” he warned. “You’ve got a long way to go.”
Mom set down her fork, her eyes locking with mine. There was a shift in the air, a weird tension I couldn’t quite place. She cleared her throat, like she was about to say something important.
“By the way,” she said, her voice calm but serious. “Has anyone had a talk with Jake about ... the urges?”
My brow furrowed. I felt a weird flush crawl up my neck. “What urges?”
Mom and Dad exchanged a quick glance. My confusion deepened, and I opened my mouth to ask for clarification, but Sydney beat me to it. She turned to me with a wicked grin, like she was about to enjoy this way too much.
“It’s what I’ve been telling you, bro,” she said, her voice dripping with mischief. “The power usually comes with really high sexual urges. It’s ... well, it’s a lot to manage. And if you’re not careful, you’ll be out fighting villains with a tent on your crotch.”
My jaw dropped. “Wait ... are you serious? That’s a real thing?”
“Oh, yeah.” Sydney nodded, eyes sparkling with amusement. “A big thing.”
Mom raised an eyebrow, cutting into the awkwardness. “Did you start feeling more, uh, intense lately, honey? You know, more ... horny?”
I couldn’t help the horrified look on my face. “I ... I don’t know what to say, Mom. But I’m pretty sure I can handle it.” I wanted to crawl under the table.
“You’d better,” Mom said, her voice soft but firm. “And you don’t need to be embarrassed about it. All superheroes deal with it, too. And they’re pretty open about it. Once you’re at the Force base, there’ll be someone to guide you through the measures we’ve put in place for it.”
I could feel my face burning hotter than I thought possible. This wasn’t the conversation I thought I’d be having tonight, or any night, with my family. My brain was scrambling to shut down, to just vanish.
“If you ever need any advice...” Sydney smirked, leaning back in her chair, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “You know where to find me.”
Mom shot Sydney a look, like she was about to tell her off for going too far, but Sydney was already smirking, clearly enjoying my awkwardness.
Dad leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a grin tugging at his lips. “I don’t think it’ll be a problem. Bet my son’ll jump into it like a stud before you even know it.”
Dad and Sydney laughed together, the kind of laugh that I just didn’t get yet. Maybe I would, eventually.
Mom finally decided to cut the tension, her voice softening a little. “Alright, enough of that. He’ll need a good night’s sleep, not a headache from all of this.”
I nodded quickly, grateful for the change of subject. “Yeah, I could really use some sleep.”
took a couple of days before the official message finally came through, telling me to report to the Force base. Those days felt weird, exciting, long, and strangely quiet. Mom, Dad, and Syd were mostly absent because their work had pulled them back to the Force base. I spent the time alone in the house.
But honestly, I didn’t mind. I was more than happy to officially become part of the 2nd generation. Every hour felt like sitting next to a birthday present I wasn’t allowed to open yet. I was in. My dream wasn’t just a dream anymore. It was unfolding right in front of me.
When the day finally arrived, I woke up way too early. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my stomach tight with nerves. Calming down wasn’t an option.
When I stepped into the Force base, everything suddenly felt bigger than me. Then the admin storm hit. They sent me to registration immediately. I filled out forms, signed documents, scanned my ID, and signed again. They gave me contracts thicker than the encyclopedias in my school’s library. Orientation files. Rule books. There were rules, guidelines, training expectations, and legal statements stating that I should not, without specific authorization, invade the minds of government officials. I skimmed most of it and prayed I was not agreeing to donate a kidney.
After that came the medical examinations. Bloodwork. Reflex tests. Muscle density scanning. Then, because of my power, they took me to the neurological department. The brain scan room felt like stepping into a movie, the one where they excessively put the characters in danger in an MRI chamber. Luckily, that did not happen to me.
“For your sensory hack ability, would you mind if we put a tiny transmitter into your brain so we can map your brain function and neural pathways when you’re using your ability?” the technician asked, preparing a document for me.
“Yes, sir. I mind very much. Get your tools away from my brain,” I said quickly, refusing.
By the time they finished, I felt drained in a way that had nothing to do with fighting or power usage. I was mentally fried, like they had scooped my brain out and plugged it into a server for a few hours.
The sun was already leaning toward the horizon when they finally walked me out of the medical wing. Director Anders came to escort me down a long hallway toward the 2nd generation zone.
Anders walked beside me as we moved down the long hallway. I couldn’t stop smiling. Part of it was pure excitement. I was finally here. I was officially part of the Force 2nd generation. But there was another reason I couldn’t stop grinning. I was going to spend a lot of time with Jessica. We’d be on the same team and even live in the same building.
I let my mind wander for a moment, imagining scenarios way too far ahead. Maybe I could use this chance to get closer to her. Maybe, if things went right, we could even end up together.
“You seem ... excited,” Anders said finally, breaking through my thoughts.
“Yeah, possibly overly excited,” I admitted, letting the grin show anyway. “I’ve dreamed about this forever.”
Anders glanced at me, his expression unreadable for a moment, then gave a small nod. “You earned it, Jake. But you’ll also have to show us that we made the right call in bringing you here.”
I swallowed hard, still smiling, though a little nervously. “Yeah ... I get it. You won’t be disappointed.”
We reached the doors of the 2nd-generation war room. My chest tightened. This was it. I was about to meet the people I’d fight alongside and spend most of my time with. I took a deep breath and tried to keep the stupid grin from spreading too wide.
The doors slid open, and the team’s eyes landed on me immediately. Some curious, some assessing, some already bored. I squared my shoulders and nodded. “Hi,” I said, trying to sound casual. My attention immediately went to the people inside.
The first person I noticed was my little sister. She was perched on the edge of the table, bouncing slightly on her feet with her usual cheerful grin. “Hey, big bro,” she called. “You’re finally here!”
Then I saw Iron Maiden. She was sitting on a sofa near the corner, her legs tucked under her, playing on her phone. She barely glanced up when I entered, absorbed in whatever game or chat was on her screen. She seemed untouchable, completely relaxed, and effortlessly intimidating just by existing in the room.
Next to her, Crypto Bro was at his laptop, typing rapidly. He barely looked up, but his friendly voice cut through anyway. “Welcome, kid.”
Finally, my eyes drifted toward the corner. Jessica was leaning casually against the table. Beautiful as always, her hair catching the light just right. My happiness spiked just from seeing her.
Then I saw Jordan. He was standing right next to Jess, one hand resting on her waist. Jess didn’t seem bothered at all. They were chatting, smiling, and acting like a couple.
I froze. For a moment, I couldn’t process it. Then Jessica and Jordan noticed me and stepped closer to the rest of the team. In that instant, all the excitement and joy I’d carried with me down the hallway dropped straight to the ground like a deathly roller coaster. The grin I couldn’t stop, the rush of happiness, it collapsed in a second.
Jess glanced at me briefly and gave a warm, sweet smile. “Welcome, Jake. We can’t wait to work with you,” she said.
I forced a casual smile in return. Jordan extended a hand toward me. His other hand didn’t move from Jess’s waist. I had to force myself to shake it, my hand trembling slightly as I did.
Jordan’s hand was firm, “Man, you did really well in the combat test. No one’s ever dodged me like that. I froze for a second. Seriously, great job.”
I froze. I wanted to reply, act casual, say something that didn’t make me look like a complete idiot, but all I could do was nod, gulp, and force a weak smile.
“Guys, I would like to officially introduce you to Jake,” Anders then spoke up. “Jake has just been officially accepted into the 2nd generation. He will train, operate, and join the fight alongside all of you soon. Make him feel welcome. Why don’t each of you tell him a bit of yourself?”
Sydney stepped forward. “Hi, it’s me, Superb Girl, your little sister. I lead this team. I know it might be a little awkward, but I expect you to follow your little sister, at least on the field. You already know my powers and what I’m like, so ... nothing else to say. Welcome to my team, big bro.”
Iron Maiden shifted on the sofa next, still propping her phone and barely looking up. She was an Asian girl, probably Japanese, with a small, delicate frame. Cute, innocent, fragile even, but anyone who had seen her in action knew exactly what she was capable of. “Iron Maiden, everyone calls me Kana-Chan. I’m invincible and get bored easily.”
Crypto Bro finally tore his eyes from his laptop. “I’m Crypto Bro, but you can call me Jeff. My powers? Smart and rich. I’m the brain of the group. I built the robots that serve the Force base. I also actually funded half of this facility.”
He was tall and lean, dressed in casual clothes. His messy dark hair and the glasses perched on his nose gave him a sharp, intelligent look. I couldn’t help but be impressed. He looked like someone who could solve any problem before I even realized there was one.
“Why the name Crypto Bro? I’ve always wondered,” I asked, trying to sound casual and cover the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my head, though part of me was still stuck on Jess and Jordan.
“I can mine a bitcoin a month,” he said.
“But that’s normal,” I pointed out. “A decent miner could get more than that.”
“I mine them in my spare time, using my brain power instead of a hundred GPUs,” he revealed, smirking slightly.
I blinked. I was genuinely impressed.
Then it was Jordan’s turn. The black guy was tall, muscular, and radiating a dangerous aura. His posture alone was intimidating, the kind that made you straighten your back without meaning to.
“I’m Jordan, Karate Master, from your school,” he said. “Close‑combat expert. I specialize in killing people with my bare hands, but I can use weapons too. I once grabbed an AR-15 from a terrorist, and then used it to kill 15 of them before I figured out how to unlock the safety.”
He looked directly at me, smiling. I didn’t laugh.
“We already know each other quite well, I believe.” When it was her turn, Jess spoke with a sweet, cheerful voice that made my heart skip. “I’m The Crimson Witch. The hottest superhero, according to Sup Magazine, just beat Sydney this year in the fan votes! My power is Telekinesis. I like throwing things with my mind.”
I glanced at her, then couldn’t help noticing Jordan still standing close. His hand had finally moved off her waist, but my stomach still twisted seeing them together.
“And then you, Jake,” Anders said, cutting through the whirlwind in my head.
“Well, hi ... I’m Jake,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I can ... like, hack into other people’s senses. I hope my ability can help the team with investigations and tactical operations.”
Everyone nodded politely as I finished my introduction. Then Kana-Chan suddenly perked up, looking straight at me. “Oh, wait! What’s your superhero name?”
“Ah ... oh ... I haven’t really come up with that yet,” I admitted.
“Please go with Voyeur Man!” Sydney teased, and the entire team laughed, the sound warm and easy. My face burned, but I laughed along with them, even though I felt a little dead inside.
“That’s not going to happen, Syd!” Anders shook his head, smiling. “I’m thinking of something like The Surveillant. Do you like this name, Jake?”
“Sure, whatever,” I muttered, already starting to give zero thought to superhero stuff because my head was completely occupied with ... what the hell was going on with Jess and Jordan?
After the introductions, Anders turned to Sydney. “Syd, why don’t you show your brother around the facility? Make sure he knows the layout, especially the dorms and common areas.”
“Okay, follow me, big bro.” She motioned for me to follow, and we started walking through the Force base again.
This time, it wasn’t just the corridors and training rooms. We passed the cafeteria, a bright and clean space with long tables and a small counter for snacks and drinks. The small gym came next, packed with training equipment, punching bags, and weight machines.
Passing another room, Sydney said, “We usually come here after missions to relax, hang out, or catch up.” She gestured toward a common lounge area with beanbags and a mini-fridge. “This is where the team hangs out most of the time. We watch stuff on the holoscreen and just have some fun.”
The lounge had holo-screens for movies, games, and other entertainment, couches arranged in a semicircle, and a few shelves stacked with books and board games. It felt more like a homey hangout than a base, which made it easier to imagine actually living here.
Next, Sydney led me toward the dorm section. “This is where we stay. Everyone gets a private room, but unlike a college dorm, there aren’t a ton of rules. If you want to spend a night with someone, no one’s going to stop you.”
I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Living here was going to be interesting, to say the least.
After showing me the dorm rooms, Sydney led me down a short corridor to another door. “And this,” she said, “is the bathroom.”
I opened the door and froze. The space was huge, bigger than I expected. There were long rows of showerheads mounted on the walls, no stalls or curtains separating them. A massive communal bathtub sat at the center, steaming gently. The whole room had that feel of a Starship Troopers–style military bath. It also reminded me a little of a traditional Japanese public bath I’d seen in a travel documentary.
I asked. “Uh ... wait ... this is the ... male bathroom? It’s quite big compared to the number of males in the team.”
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