A Heart Unbroken
Copyright© 2025 by IHateDrFreud
Chapter 8
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 knew they hadn’t meant to intentionally hurt me, but the sudden, horrifying realization that my whole family had been living a life of sex-crazed debauchery was too much for me to bear. This devastating truth hit me like a physical blow. Even though I’d slept with more than a dozen women and possessed the “Sex Master” ability, that confidence instantly vanished. My deep-seated insecurity and anxiety were clawing at my chest. My hands were shaking, my stomach was churning, and I felt instantly nauseous.
One moment, I was staring at Evelyn’s face, and I still couldn’t believe it. Evelyn. My best friend. My comfort. The one person who had been a cushion for me whenever my dysfunctional family left me lonely. The girl who always smiled at me and whom I could always smile back at. The idea that she had been one of them all along was sickening. The graphic image of her naked body straddling Jordan’s cock was buried in my mind. The realization that Dad, too, must have been fucking Mom in Evelyn’s form was devastating.
“BATTLE STATION!” Anders’s voice cut through the alarm. The air had dust, and the smell of burnt, and the drama was forced to hold.
“Jake! Move!” Sydney yelled. She was now fully suited.
The entire base shook violently as massive explosions rattled the reinforced ceilings. Dust and debris rained down. Instinctively, I reached for Jess, who was already moving. I followed her toward the War Room.
The War Room was chaos, holoscreens flickering with damage reports, agents barking coordinates. Jess’s telekinesis was clearing debris from the wall breach. Dad and the 2nd generation team were assembled around the war table. Through the gap, I caught a glimpse of a towering Kaiju, still several blocks away, its massive frame rising above the smoke.
The thing looked like a nightmarish creature made flesh with asymmetrical eyes, its dozen tentacles thrashing through buildings. One of them whipped out, snagged our combat robots that had been sent out, and squeezed them like paper. Another tentacle grabbed a truck and tossed it directly toward our position.
Director Anders slammed his hand down on the table. “Report! Damage assessment!”
A frantic voice came over the comms. “Section Seven collapsed, Director. We have agents trapped in the debris.”
Anders pointed instantly at Jess and me. “Jess and Jake! Damage control team! Jess, you move the debris. Jake, you scan for any personnel trapped inside. Move!”
Jess nodded sharply and sprinted toward the exit. I followed and activated my power, instantly receiving the perception feeds of every person within 100 meters. So, I still saw what happened in the war room as Anders turned to the rest of the team. “Hans, you’re up! Get out there and take care of that Kaiju.”
My father simply nodded. He moved toward the glass window, and seconds later, everyone heard the glass shatter and a powerful whoosh as he flew out of the Base to engage the Kaiju.
“Crypto Bro, send out every available drone to scan the perimeter and maintain a tactical feed. Sydney, Jordan, and Kana, you are reserves. Wait here for further orders.”
My sister, Jordan, and Kana-Chan took positions near the deployment map. Their grim faces had gone when they outreached my ability range. Jess’s telekinetic field enveloped us, lifting us smoothly over the rubble as we moved swiftly through the crumbling corridors.
“Are you okay, Jake, about what happened in the lounge? Are you mad at me?” she asked, her eyes focused on the path ahead but her voice tight with concern.
I felt a raw, unexplainable, primal anger still tightening in my chest. Logically, I had accepted the open sexual culture, and my own Sex Master prowess should have neutralized this reaction. But deep beneath my rational mind, the rage was volcanic, the ancient, ugly pain of a male Homo sapiens witnessing his female mating with another, amplified by the sickness of an Oedipal complex directed at my father. To put it simply, I had just discovered that I hated seeing my Dad fucking my bitch.
And what could I do about it? Dad was a hundred times stronger than I was, and they had been doing this forever. So, I swallowed that fury down, tasting bile.
“Focus on the emergency, Jess. We can talk later,” I replied, forcing my voice to be calm.
We moved to Section Seven, and it looked like a bomb had gone off inside. Steel beams jutted out like broken ribs.
The distant boom of my father hitting the Kaiju echoed. Then another impact. The Kaiju screamed, but it didn’t seem to be in pain. But I did feel pain from the construction workers buried under Section Seven. I signaled Jess, and she lifted her hands as she telekinetically shifted debris.
We were not alone. The Damage Control Team, a mix of uniformed staff and several sturdy recovery robots built by Crypto Bro, arrived immediately behind us. The robots, equipped with heavy lifting arms, began stabilizing the collapsed structure.
“Four people, over there,” I grunted, relaying the exact locations. “Two pinned in the southwest corner. One near the central pillar, shallow.”
Two staff members and robots followed my guide. Jess shifted a huge slab of concrete. “Got it.”
For the next ten minutes, we worked in that pile of concrete, with the constant soundtrack of Dad’s fight in the distance. Suddenly, a massive, concussive explosion rocked the main Base tower.
I looked up. Dust and a plume of dark smoke were now rising directly from the main building.
“What was that?” I yelled, turning to Jess.
Jess looked equally alarmed, pausing her work momentarily. “That sounded like the main building, Jake.”
I checked the comms, static crackling in the earpiece. “Anders? Director Anders, status report!”
Nothing came from his side.
We looked back at the collapsed section. The Control Team and robots had the situation handled; the immediate threat to the trapped personnel was mostly over. Outside, the regular distant impacts told Dad was still engaging the Kaiju, drawing its attention.
Jess made a swift decision. She grabbed my arm and gave me a look that communicated both fear and worry.
“They can finish this,” she said, nodding toward the robots. “If the main building is hit, we need to know what happened.”
Before I could answer, she tightened her grip. The air around us felt thin as she engaged her telekinesis, lifting both of us cleanly off the ground. With a silent, rapid ascent, Jess flew me with her back toward the damaged main Base tower.
As we neared the central building, I didn’t need the comms to tell me what was happening. I reached out with my power, receiving the panicked perceptions of the many Base staff members.
There’s a villain army attacking the main building. They’re all over the corridor and the roof, fighting with our combat agents and robots. I analyzed the situation.
It was a planned attack! The Kaiju was only a diversion to draw our members out, allowing them to sneakily ambush the main building, aiming to cut the head.
I realized Anders must have suspected this; that was why he kept Sydney, Jordan, and Kana in reserve, and why he ordered Crypto Bro to scan the perimeter. He expected a secondary assault.
I pushed my perception further, tapping into the enemy’s feeds and the visual senses of an agent stationed on the rooftop, observing the sky.
The villains weren’t using conventional transport. Massive flying creatures hovered over the building. It looked like a gigantic, flying stingray with tentacles, and it was dropping more villains onto the rooftop and upper floors. Tracers, bright green bullets, from the Base’s air defense guns raced toward the monster, but they either missed or harmlessly glanced off its thick hide.
The villain minions themselves were abominations: bloated, malformed figures that were once human, but many waving tentacles replaced their normal limbs.
I watched through the agent’s eyes as one of the bloated figures encountered a poor combat agent attempting to secure a rooftop antenna. Some villain didn’t use a weapon; it simply grabbed the agent and effortlessly tore his body apart. They were powerful, far more powerful than the thugs we’d faced on the mission yesterday.
“Jake, what do you see?” Jess whispered urgently as we flew.
“Ambush,” I gritted out. “They used the Kaiju as bait. They’re on the roof and upper floors. Tentacles. They’re monsters, Jess. They just tore an agent in half.”
We slammed into the War Room. Jess didn’t bother with the door; she flew us straight through a large breach in the broken glass. The War Room was now a battleground.
Jordan, moving with the terrifying grace of The Karate Master, was locked in close combat with two of the tentacled monsters, protecting Crypto Bro and Anders. Crypto Bro was hunched over the main tactical console, desperately trying to maintain command and control of his robots while Anders, surprisingly calm, directed the defense from behind the comms.
“Jess!” Anders barked, not even turning his head. “Build a defensive bunker around the tactical console now! Then assist Jordan!”
Jess immediately lifted her hands. Concrete and fractured steel from the walls obeyed her, quickly knitting together to form a rough, thick-walled bunker around Anders and Crypto Bro.
I quickly scanned the room. “Where’s Sydney and Kana?”
“They’re deployed!” Anders snapped, his gaze fixed on a monitor.
I reached out with my power, confirming the director’s words. I could feel the rush of combat from above: Sydney was flying in the air, battling several winged monsters. And Kana-Chan was on the roof, fighting alongside a handful of combat agents.
“Where’s my Mom?” I asked as the question tore out of me.
I worried about her. She was not only my Mom, but in her body, there’s also my best friend, my first partner, and my comfort zone. Even though the revelation about Evelyn hurt me the most, she was the one who had been with me when I was alone and the person who helped me open up to sex and my power. I couldn’t let her be harmed.
Anders finally looked at me, his eyes cold steel. “I sent her to man the air defense.”
“You sent her to face those things?!” I asked, my hands clenching into fists.
“She’s just an agent, Jake,” Anders stated flatly, instantly crushing my outrage. “And she knows her job. Now focus. I want you to find the whereabouts of their leader.”
I didn’t answer. Even though Mom has power, her body is just like that of an ordinary woman. I needed to see Mom, to know she was safe. I moved out.
“Where are you going, Jake?” Anders demanded, his voice sharp with command.
I stopped at the edge of the breach, looking back at the director. “I have to go outside to locate the enemy’s leader,” I lied.
Without waiting for a response, I launched myself through the hole and into the escape ladder and corridor. I knew my real destination: the air defense tower.
Sprinting down the shaking roof, I concentrated my power. The outside was a chaotic battlefield as everyone was fighting with guns and in close combat. As I scanned the enemies like a mobile radar, I knew exactly where they were, how they moved, and most critically, where their attention was focused.
Suddenly, a massive, tactical realization hit me: I could use this to evade them all.
I was seeing through the eyes of the tentacled monsters, the winged invaders, and the defending agents all at once. I knew their entire collective field of vision, every blind spot, every lapse in focus, every quarter-second where their attention was drawn by noise or combat.
I could create a path that was absolutely invisible to them. I could walk right through the middle of the battle without anyone seeing me by only moving where no one was currently looking. I was still there, but I was effectively invisible. Yeah, this is just what I was during all those years in school, my good old power, Invisible Man.
Even though I was not quite a fan of his attitude, Anders was damn right when he said that my power is fucking useful.
With this new tactical ability unlocked, I sprinted faster, carving a safe, unseen path toward the air defense tower where Mom was deployed. I had to know she was okay.
I ran right through the chaos. A monstrous, mutated arm swung a fractured piece of concrete where I had been a millisecond before. I shifted, leaning into the blind spot of a winged villain as it focused on diving toward a prone agent.
Just ahead, guarding the access point to the tower, was the Iron Maiden. She was magnificent and terrifying. A barrage of high-caliber rounds from a squad of villains slammed into her, sparking harmlessly off her. She wasn’t bothering to dodge; she was simply absorbing the impact, then launching her body into the enemy like a wrecking ball.
She tore through the squad in a blur of bone-shattering force. She slammed one villain into the concrete, creating a massive wave of visual and auditory distraction. I used that precise moment, when every eye was on the explosion and the immediate threat, to slip past them, completely unnoticed.
I reached the access ladder for the air defense tower and scrambled up, leaving the horrifying battle behind me.
As I climbed the cold steel bars, my thoughts were back in the lounge. The Kaiju attack had ended our heated conversation and put the entire disclosure on hold, resulting in me being physically dragged away while my emotions were still violently disturbed, and I was seemingly mad at everyone.
Though I was still mad at everyone, I certainly didn’t want anything bad to happen to any of them, especially not Mom and Evelyn. They were the ones who were always with me in my hard times.