The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 1: One Fine Day
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1: One Fine Day - Unfaithful, inattentive parents in a failing marriage. Bickering siblings who can barely stand to be in the same room. A sister who jetted off to college and never calls. A long list of secrets and dark histories. These are the ingredients that make up the dysfunctional Greenfield family. But the oldest son's girlfriend has a plan to help repair this fractured family, by converting them to her own family's not-so-conventional lifestyle.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Rape Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Cheating Sharing Slut Wife RAAC Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew BDSM Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Nudism
This was so wrong.
If anyone happened to come down the hall and see her at this moment, Barbara “Bobbi” Greenfield knew she would be so embarrassed. But she just couldn’t tear herself away from the barely opened door to the downstairs bathroom she was peeking through, any more than she could bring herself to remove her hand from inside her pants, or her fingers from the puddle inside her panties.
Inside the steamy bathroom, her brother Marcus stood under the shower spray, looking down with one hand on his hip, with the other placed atop the head of his girlfriend Raven, who knelt down before him with his pulsing manhood deeply engulfed in her mouth. The downstairs shower didn’t even have a door or curtain on it; they had one of those expensive, luxurious showers that just had the water spigot aimed the right way to keep from spilling out into the bathroom, so Bobbi had an unobstructed view of everything that was going on in there. And she was taking full advantage of that.
This wasn’t her first time spying on them, either. She’d made something of a habit of watching her eldest brother with his girlfriend, ever since she first happened to catch them together that one day last year. A bad habit, she knew, but one she didn’t have any plans to break.
At age 16, Bobbi still had yet to see any guy’s manhood except Marcus’s. Maybe that had something to do with her addiction. Yes, it was wrong. He was her brother, for fuck’s sake. She should have been disgusted, and found this as perverse and icky as she knew anyone else who found out she was doing this would. And yet every time she saw it, it just got her so hot, that she couldn’t stop.
Marcus was 21 now, and spent most of the year away at San Francisco State. He just happened to be home now for Spring Break, revisiting his family as well as the girlfriend he hadn’t seen in months. Bobbi wondered how they managed to maintain such a good relationship, always spending months apart at a time. She was hardly complaining, though.
Marcus and Raven had met because Raven was friends with their cousin Mina, who attended SFSU with Marcus, and Raven had come to visit Mina one day a little more than a year ago. Apparently Mina had introduced them, and to hear them tell the story, the magic had been instantaneous. When he’d come home for summer last year, they’d hardly spent any time apart, nor had they any other time he’d come home for a holiday or break.
A few weeks ago, a problem had arisen at Raven’s apartment building; essentially the landlord was busted for subletting to drug dealers or something, and all the tenants were forced out. Since Raven’s parents’ house was too far away from her job at the hair salon, Marcus had convinced the family to let her stay with them until she could find a new place. She’d been living here with them ever since, not seeming in a particular hurry to leave. Nor was anyone in a particular hurry to make her. Bobbi certainly wasn’t.
Bobbi really liked Raven. Raven was fun. And hot.
Watching the rivulets of water run down Raven’s slender body, Bobbi was reminded of how she’d long since decided she liked girls as much as boys. Especially girls who looked like Raven. She was mixed race, just like Bobbi’s family, but where the Greenfield children were only a half-and-half blend of white and Japanese, Raven was much more of an eclectic ethnic bag. She had a little of everything in her gene pool: Chinese, Hispanic, Indian, and a bit of black somewhere in there. Not to mention she had lots of tattoos celebrating her various heritages, from Chinese characters to Aztec symbols. Bobbi thought she was the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen.
And she definitely seemed to know what she was doing, too, with the way she vigorously bobbed her head on Marcus’s cock, her hand twisting about as it pumped back and forth along its pulsing length, her mouth making loud suckling sounds as she hummed happily. Bobbi’s fingers rubbed hard against her clit; she could have watched her do that all day.
Not that the simple sight of the two naked bodies before her didn’t get her blood pumping all on its own. The sight of Raven’s smooth curves, the water running along over her perfect, tattooed skin, through her glistening dark hair and off her erect nipples was plenty enough to excite her. As was the toned musculature on Marcus’s body; those hard abs and biceps that he’d spent so much time working to cultivate, that swooping falcon tattoo on his right pectoral, his longish hair and that sparse goatee framing his handsome, no-nonsense face, the way his firm buttocks clenched as he pushed forward into Raven’s suckling mouth ... Bobbi found herself thinking about how she just wished she could walk in there and touch him...
This was so wrong. Bobbi wasn’t supposed to think her brother was hot. She wasn’t supposed to get turned on looking at him. She knew that, and she reminded herself of that every time she’d ever spied on him. But she just kept coming back to do it again, every time she knew Marcus and Raven would be together in the house, drawn by the electric thrill it gave her, and the wet feeling between her legs that she couldn’t get enough of.
As Bobbi started slipping her finger inside of her outer labia, Raven released Marcus from her mouth, standing up and turning around, keeping her sultry smile fixed on Marcus the whole time. She bent at the waist and pressed her hands on the wall, and Marcus moved in behind her, gripping his hard tool at the ready. Bobbi’s pulse quickened at the thought of what was going to happen now.
Raven’s groan as Marcus entered her was loud enough that Bobbi wondered if everyone in the house heard it, even over the sound of the running water. The look on her face was one of pure bliss. Marcus gripped hard onto Raven’s hips as he started to thrust, and Bobbi’s wrist strained almost painfully against the waistband of her jeans as she started pumping her finger inside her virgin pussy. Her other hand came up to cup her breast and, through the layers of her shirt and her bra, Bobbi felt her nipple standing fully erect. Her mouth hung open as she seemed to have lost all ability to breath through her nose; she could only breathe now in short, rapid gasps.
Raven’s back arched, and Marcus ran his hands up along her sides, coming to the slender girl’s perky breasts and taking firm hold of them. Raven threw her head back and moaned her appreciation, pushing her ass back to meet Marcus’s thrusts. Bobbi squeezed her own breast a little harder, trying to pinch her nipple through the layers of fabric, and pushed a finger deeper inside her pussy.
Involuntarily, a small, soft whimper escaped her mouth. Immediately Bobbi shut her mouth and held her breath, praying she hadn’t given herself away.
Apparently her prayers were in vain.
Raven’s eyes opened and turned right in Bobbi’s direction. Bobbi’s heart sank; she knew she was busted. She continued to hold her breath, waiting for the inevitable scream before Raven and Marcus chased her away.
But the scream never came. Instead, Bobbi was beyond surprised when Raven actually smiled at her.
Marcus appeared to remain oblivious, having apparently not heard Bobbi’s little noise and just continuing to thrust away into his girlfriend. But Raven’s attention was on Bobbi now, shooting her the sexiest smile she was capable of, and seemingly encouraged now to put on more of a show for their little voyeur.
Raven twisted at the middle to place her hand on the back of Marcus’s head, giving Bobbi a full frontal view of her wet, glistening tits as they bounced with Marcus’s thrusting. “Lift my leg up,” she told him in a husky voice. Marcus obeyed, taking hold of Raven’s left leg and lifting it up, until Raven twisted around and placed her leg on his shoulder, essentially doing a standing splits that allowed a totally unobstructed view of Marcus’s cock moving in and out of Raven’s wet hole.
Bobbi clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a sharp gasp, and her legs clenched together, trapping her hand inside her pants as her pussy walls convulsed around her finger. As her body shuddered, she sank to her knees, suddenly unable to support her own weight. She bent over, dropping her head to the floor for a moment to allow the orgasmic sensation tearing through her body to pass. When it finally did, she lifted her head to see Raven grinning wide, showing her teeth now, looking as proud of herself as could be.
“Bobbi? What are you doing?”
In a sudden rush of panic, Bobbi bolted to her feet, yanking her hand out of her pants as quickly as she could, seeing her 17-year-old sister Paula standing there in the hall, staring at her. “Nothing!” she blurted out. “Everything’s fine! I’m not doing anything!” As soon as she heard those words come out of her mouth, she mentally kicked herself. Idiot! If she didn’t already know you were up to something, she definitely will now.
Bobbi felt herself turning about twelve shades of red as her sister studied her. This could not have been more embarrassing. She waited for Paula to start interrogating her, and tell her she was sick or something.
“I saw you down on the floor, and I thought you’d hurt yourself or something,” Paula said. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yes! Fine! Absolutely!”
Paula studied her for a moment more, and then turned to see the cracked open door that Bobbi was standing in front of. And then she picked up the sounds coming from inside. Her face immediately creased in disgust. “Wait a minute, were you—”
“Nope! No I wasn’t!” Bobbi blurted, and retreated from the hall, heading back up to her room as quickly as she could, leaving Paula standing there with a grimace.
As Bobbi disappeared, Paula stepped up to the bathroom door, and gave the briefest glance inside only long enough to confirm her suspicions about what Bobbi had been doing, and then shut the door. Even that split-second glimpse was way more than she wanted to see of her eldest brother. She groaned to herself; was this the third time she had caught her little sister spying on Marcus and Raven? The fourth? The eleventh? She couldn’t remember anymore. And still, no one had stopped that obnoxious little pest.
“You’re a perv, Bobbi,” she called after her, before turning around and making her way back to the living room. Honestly, sometimes she didn’t know what they were going to do with that little brat she called a sister. But Paula just knew she didn’t want to be the one to have to do it.
She returned to the living room, where her friend Heather was still seated on the couch, scrolling through her smartphone. Heather was a short girl at only 5’4”, but seemed to cast an illusion of being taller purely by means of her legs, which as usual were fully on display in her short shorts and propped up on the table in front of her. In fact, Paula couldn’t remember the last time she had seen her friend wear anything long enough to conceal her legs. Not that anyone minded. She had sleek blonde hair that was pushed back by a blue hair band, and a pair of thin wireframe glasses in front of her green eyes, the only item she wore that she often said she wished she could do without. Paula thought they made her look cute.
“Something going on?” Heather asked, not looking up.
“Just my kid sister being a little pervert,” Paula said as she crashed down on the couch beside her. “Again.”
Heather didn’t deign to inquire further than that, being too invested in her Instagram feed. She pulled up a particular picture, a wide grin cracking across her face. “Hey, he uploaded it!” she beamed, holding her phone over for Paula to see. The picture showed the two of them cuddled on either side of class stud Lance Jeffries, who wore the worst kind of shit eating grin on his face. “Oh my god, look at him!” Heather giggled. “He knows he’s a boss!”
Paula blushed. “Uh, yeah. That’s probably because he had his hand on my butt.”
Now Heather looked up at her. “You let him do that?”
Paula shot her a mischievous smirk. “I put it there.”
“Hey, that’s cheating!” Heather gasped.
“All’s fair in love and war and virginity-losing-bets,” Paula smirked.
“Oh, so if I went over to Lance’s place right now, ripped my clothes off and said ‘take me now,’ that’d be fair?” Heather said.
Paula raised a skeptical eyebrow. “We both know you’d never do that.”
Heather’s face indicated that she wanted to protest, but whatever counterargument she wanted to make visibly died within a few seconds. “Yeah, you’re right, I wouldn’t. But the bet still stands! Fifty bucks to whichever one of us loses her cherry to him first!”
“You’re on!” Paula challenged, despite the fact that the bet had already been on for a matter of weeks now. It was their senior year, after all, and the two of them had agreed some time ago that they wanted to lose their virginities before they graduated. They now had only two months left to go. At least they were proud of the fact that they hadn’t let it come between them when they realized they were both interested in the same guy, but had instead agreed to make a friendly contest of it.
They’d both had dates before, sure. They’d had a few boyfriends, though none that lasted more than a month. The closest Paula had ever come to sex was with Justin Hilliard, a guy who was good looking and fun to hang around for a while, especially with the kinds of lavish parties he threw, given his social connections and his dad’s money. She’d gotten as far as heavy petting with him, before she’d eventually come to realize he only saw her as a prize, another sexual trophy to hang on the wall of the boy who had everything. She considered him well and truly dumped, though she sometimes wondered if he’d gotten the message, given the way he still came sniffing around her now and then, which was just plain irritating.
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