The Homeowner’s Son: Open House
Copyright© 2026 by StankDaddyReeks
Chapter 16: Wednesday Night – Confessions
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 16: Wednesday Night – Confessions - Nineteen-year-old Jack thought the construction workers renovating his father’s house were just there to do a job. He was wrong. What starts as lingering stares and crude comments quickly escalates into something much filthier — sweaty, raw, and addictive. Behind closed doors, Jack finds himself pulled deeper into the crew’s world… and into his own family’s darkest desires. A story of blue-collar lust, gangbangs, breeding, and forbidden craving.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Reluctant Gay Fiction Incest Son Brother Father Uncle Nephew Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex
Michael waited until the last truck had driven away.
Jack was still lying in the middle of the living room floor, a broken, cum-drenched mess. Thick ropes of semen continued to slowly leak from his gaping hole onto the carpet.
“Get up,” Michael said, voice tight. “Shower. Now. Put on real clothes. Your brother is coming over.”
Jack looked up at him with those big, exhausted blue puppy-dog eyes, but obeyed without argument. He showered slowly, wincing as the hot water hit his swollen hole. When he came back downstairs twenty minutes later, he looked like the old Jack again: soft buzzed blond hair, innocent face, wearing a simple white t-shirt and loose gray sweatpants. He looked sweet, demure, almost angelic.
The house, however, told the truth. The stench of fifty-eight men’s cum, sweat, and piss still hung heavy in the air. The couch was ruined. Dried loads streaked the walls and floor.
Headlights swept across the front window. Ryan had arrived.
Michael opened the door. Ryan stepped inside in civilian clothes, looking every bit the disciplined Marine---tall, strong, clean-cut. His eyes widened as the smell hit him.
“Dad ... holy shit! What the fuck happened here?”
Michael’s voice was strained. “Your brother has been letting the entire construction crew use him. For days. I need you to talk to him. Make him understand how wrong this is. I have an early meeting tomorrow, so I’m leaving you two alone. Talk some sense into him.”
Michael gave Jack one last disappointed look, then grabbed his keys and left.
The house fell silent. Just the two brothers.
Ryan stood in the middle of the destroyed living room, staring at his little brother---who now looked exactly like the sweet, innocent puppy-dog boy he had always known.
“Jack...” Ryan’s voice was low, almost disbelieving. “Tell me what happened. All of it.”
Jack sat down on the edge of the cum-stained couch, looking up at his big brother with soft, open eyes.
Ryan started asking questions. And Jack answered every single one with shameless, graphic detail.
“How many guys fucked you today?” Ryan asked, voice tight.
“Nearly sixty,” Jack said softly, almost proudly. “They just kept coming. Some of them twice.”
Ryan swallowed hard. “What did it feel like?”
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