The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 10: Back to School
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10: Back to School - 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 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 Slow
Monday came, and before anyone knew it the kids were on their way back to school. As Zander was the only one of the kids still at home who had a valid license, he was assigned the duty of driving his sisters to school—which meant he was not only forced to come out of his sanctuary but had to be confined with Paula and Bobbi on the way.
A fact which Paula seemed only too gleeful to torment him with.
“So how are you liking the open air, Mr. hermit?” she taunted as they got onto the road. “That’s called the sky, in case you forgot. And those are called trees over there.”
“Yeah, you’re real funny, Miss smarty-pants,” Zander deadpanned. “Remind me again why Mom can’t drive you to school and just let me drive myself in peace?”
“Because it’d be a waste of gas, stupid,” Bobbi said from the backseat, not picking up on Zander’s sarcasm.
“Yeah, and besides,” Paula added, “then the only human contact you’d have would be your own hand.”
Zander did not have a snarky retort ready for that. His response was only a shocked and angry look. She had really gone there.
Even Bobbi sensed that Paula had gone a step too far by indirectly dredging up a Jennifer-related wound. She leaned forward, looking around the seat in front of her at her sister. “Paula?”
“What?”
“Not cool.”
Paula looked around at her siblings, seeing the disapproving way they were looking at her, and started to squirm under the pressure. “Okay, okay, sorry, low blow.”
“Very low,” Zander agreed.
They didn’t speak much for the rest of the ride, merely sitting in awkward silence. It was a relief when Zander finally pulled into the school parking lot and they could get out and go to their separate classes.
Well, separate from Bobbi anyway. Zander and Paula had four of the same classes. Just another one of the ways in which being a twin sucked sometimes.
Of course, in Zander’s case, that meant being around crowds of people again; something he had been actively avoiding as much as he was able to for the past month. Spring Break had been a welcome respite, a free week in which he could just shut the world out for the most part, but that was over.
In the immediate aftermath of his fallout with Jennifer, he’d been bombarded with responses from his peers that ranged from cruel jabs about being too small to keep his lady happy to patronizing sympathy that made him feel about an inch high. Those had mellowed out in the past month, but it was still hard for him to be around anyone, knowing that all of them knew what had gone down.
And to make matters worse, his first class period had to be one that Jennifer was also in. He’d gotten in the habit of sitting on the polar opposite side of the class from her; if she was sitting near the front on the left side of class, he’d take a seat in the back on the right side. But just being in the same room as her at all was still a constant reminder.
As was Paula, sitting a few seats behind Jennifer, who still couldn’t seem to stop herself from looking from one of them to the other now and then. A month had gone by and it was like Paula was still waiting for another bomb to go off.
A few times in the past month Jennifer had actually tried to make peace with him—not get back together, that was out of the question now—but at least to apologize, not just for cheating but for the things she’d said after he caught her, insisting that she hadn’t meant any of them. None of it made a difference. Just looking at her still hurt.
At least there were a few guys he considered friends in the computer labs who he could join for a little bit of gaming between classes, and let himself forget the world outside. It helped some.
Paula, on the other hand, was only too eager to get onto campus and meet up with Heather again. When they ran into each other in the halls outside of class, they found themselves having to hold off on their first instinct to fly into each other’s arms; if it weren’t for the crowd of people all around, they probably would have done just that and a lot more. They stopped themselves a few feet from each other, suppressed some embarrassed giggles, and contented themselves with a little bit of handholding as they walked to their first class of the day.
During the first break after third period, Paula and Heather were hanging by Paula’s locker and making some idle gossip when they heard a voice they had both been thinking about a lot lately. “Now gimme a good pose ... that’s it!” They both turned, and down the hall was Lance Jeffries, with his wavy mop of light brown hair parted in the middle and neatly combed out to the sides, his neighborly smile and that white T-shirt that fit very nicely to his lightly muscled frame. He was aiming his expensive camera at a pair of girls from the senior class who were happily posing for him in the stylish new outfits they’d bought over the break, pressing their backs to each other with their arms folded and making kissy faces for the camera.
“Very nice, girls,” Lance said with a good smile, lowering the camera. “That one’s going in the yearbook for sure.”
“You promise?” one of them asked.
“I never lie,” he said, winking at them.
A couple of the girls’ friends called them over, and Lance gave them a wave as they left. He started walking while he examined the photos he’d taken, not noticing until he looked up that he was moving in Paula and Heather’s direction. “Oh, hey,” he greeted them, once again donning that 100-megawatt smile that could charm the pants off any self-respecting female.
“Hi Lance,” Paula and Heather both purred in unison.
“You have a good break?”
“Uh-huh,” Paula said a bit feebly.
“Oh, the best,” was Heather’s more articulate reply.
“You get up to any shenanigans?” he asked with a grin.
“Shenanigans?” Paula repeated.
“I bet you two got up to shenanigans,” he teased. “You’ve got ‘shenanigans’ written all over your faces.”
Paula and Heather couldn’t help looking at each other and starting to giggle. It couldn’t have been more of a giveaway.
“Uh-oh, blushing and giggling,” Lance said in the same playful tone. “Now we’ve blown past shenanigans and gone straight to hijinks!”
“What’s the difference?” Heather laughed.
“What about you?” Paula said, trying to derail him from digging too deep. “Did you get up to ‘shenanigans?’”
“Oh, totally,” Lance said, rolling his eyes. “The kind that involve helping my dad fix his old Camaro, and taking my grandma out shopping for curtain patterns. But you’re deflecting here, so come on, spill!”
“Sorry,” Heather said, and pressed herself against Paula’s side in the most suggestive way possible. “Top secret.”
Lance raised his eyebrows, Heather’s implication being made loud and clear. His intrigue was showing on his face like a neon light. “Well I’d love to stay and persuade you to tell me all about it,” he said. “But I gotta get these photos to the lab right now. So, another time?”
“It’s a date,” Heather said. Paula just nodded.
They both watched him as he walked away—and after a moment realized exactly which part of him they were watching. They both tore their gazes away from his butt and to each other, before they dissolved into mad giggles.
“You know what, I think that conversation got me all worked up,” Heather said. “I’m gonna go check into the bathroom for a minute. Wait here for me?”
“Sure thing.”
Paula leaned back against her locker and began scrolling through her Instagram as Heather stepped away. She let her mind drift to the kinds of things her other friends posted, and was about to comment on how long it had been since Alexis Singh had posted a picture of anything other than food, when she noticed the presence of someone standing next to her.
The first thing she saw when she turned her head and looked up was a hand pressed against the locker beside her. She trailed her eyes along the leather jacketed arm to the face of Justin Hilliard, looking at her through those stupid fancy shades that he thought made him look cool, as much as he probably did about that James Dean haircut. And yeah, once upon a time Paula would have agreed; now she just thought it looked tacky. “Hi Paula,” he greased.
“Oh. Hey Justin,” she muttered.
“You know something,” he said, giving her that insufferable I’m-God’s-gift-to-women grin, “I just had an absolute blast last week. Beaches, swimming pools, beers with the dudes and girls like you having all kinds of fun...”
“Yeah, that’s great to hear,” she said, not knowing where he was going with this and not caring.
“But something about it just never really felt right, you know? Like something was missing that would have made everything better. You got any idea what that might be?” At this he made an exaggerated show of removing his shades and looking Paula up and down.
“I can’t wait to find out,” she deadpanned.
“Well, you, of course. I kept thinking, wouldn’t this be so much more fun if Paula Greenfield was here to enjoy all this?”
“Aren’t missed opportunities a bitch,” Paula drawled.
Justin leaned closer, moving into her space more than she would have liked. “But maybe it’s not too late, huh? We can still find some time, get you over with the crowd, have some more fun? Spring Break doesn’t have to be over just because school’s back on.”
“I think I’ve got other plans,” Paula said, seriously considering just walking away and going to look for Heather.
But just as she started to turn and move in the other direction, Justin’s other hand came down on the locker on her other side, trapping her in place. “What are you so afraid of?” he said, staring right at her. “I’m offering to let you come have some fun with us, don’t you think you’ll love it?”
At that moment, Zander was just coming around the corner, on his way to his fourth period class when he picked Paula’s low, urgent voice out of the crowd saying, “Justin, let me out!”
Zander looked up to see Paula trapped against the lockers with Justin Hilliard’s arms on either side of her as he leaned over her. “Not until I get a ye-e-esss,” Justin singsonged.
All thought of whatever he’d been planning to do next left Zander as he immediately marched right up to them. “Hey, why don’t you back off, okay?”
Justin turned an annoyed eye on Zander. “I don’t think I invited you to this party, loser.”
He was starting to turn his attention back toward Paula, when Zander spoke up again. “That’s my sister you’re bothering, and I think she told you to let her go!”
Now Zander had Justin’s full attention. And he wasn’t alone. Several other students had stopped what they were doing and looked up at Zander’s pronouncement. Which also included Bobbi and Andie, who were seated on one of the benches down the hall and had only now noticed what was happening.
Justin faced Zander full on. “You looking to start something, nerd?” he said. “Or should I wait here while you go fetch your lightsaber?” A few of Justin’s thuggish pals who were lurking nearby chuckled sycophantically at his lame joke.
Under normal circumstances, Zander might have been cowed by a confrontation like this, which he normally avoided at all costs. But the knowledge that the moment he turned the other way this asshole would be right back to tormenting Paula made him stand his ground. He took a step forward, getting up into Justin’s face, and spoke every syllable as firmly as he could: “Leave my sister alone, you got it?”
No one could say what might have happened next had the class bell not rung at that moment. Zander and Justin stood facing each other for a moment more, before Justin let out a small chuckle and started backing away. “You got balls, dork, I’ll give you that.” As he turned and started down the hall, he stopped to look at Paula again. “See ya later, Paula. Invitation still stands.” And then he winked at her, and went strutting off with his hands in his pockets.
Zander stood watching him go, waiting until he was out of sight. There were a few impressed murmurs around him, but the next clear word he heard was the sound of Heather’s voice calling Paula’s name. They looked to see Heather approaching, having seen at least part of that little exchange, and she placed a hand on Paula’s shoulder, giving her a worried look.
Paula glanced at her friend briefly to reassure her, but then her attention was back fully on her brother. Zander turned to look at her. “You all right?”
“Zander ... thank you!” She sounded like the words weren’t coming easy to her, but they were the most genuine words he’d heard from her in a long time. For once, there was no teasing, no snide commentary, just the genuine gratitude of a sister who had never expected to be rescued by her reclusive dork of a brother.
Zander seemed to realize the same thing, and chuckled as if embarrassed at his own unexpected display of gallantry. “Hey, nobody messes with you except me, right?” he said in teasing voice.
She didn’t say anything, but just kept looking at him, as if really seeing him for the first time.
“Well, I gotta go,” he said, and started down the hall.
He didn’t make it far before he was stopped again. “Zander!” Bobbi said as he approached the bench she and Andie were sitting on, and they stood up to greet him.
“Oh, hey Bobbi,” he said, suddenly not comfortable with the attention he was gaining.
“That was really cool!” Andie enthused. Bobbi only glanced at her friend without saying anything, but the impressed look she gave Zander suggested she agreed.
“Uh, thanks. It was nothing, really.” He continued on, hoping to just let the day continue and the incident be forgotten. But as he glanced back and saw that Bobbi was still watching him, like she was finding a new kind of admiration for her brother, something told him it wasn’t going to be that simple.
And indeed, it was not.
By lunchtime, it seemed that half the school had heard about the altercation between Zander and Justin, and as much as Zander wanted to just be left alone, people kept coming up to compliment him. And more than once, he happened to glance across the cafeteria and noticed either Paula or Bobbi giving him a little smile.
When school let out, it was once again Zander’s job to drive his sisters home, except as often happened, Heather and Andy were coming to stay at the Greenfield house until Kenneth got off work and came to pick them up. It had been a frequent arrangement for a long time, and while Zander was used to it, it usually wasn’t his favorite task to be the dutiful chauffeur to a circus of teenage estrogen on parade.
Today was a little different, though. Yes, there was the usual annoying gossip and girlish giggling at social media. But there wasn’t any teasing or snarkiness being directed his way, which with Paula especially was unusual. In fact, any time she wasn’t turning her head back to gossip with Heather in the back seat, Paula’s attention seemed to be on Zander, in a way that he wasn’t entirely comfortable with. Nonetheless, it was still an improvement from the norm, so he didn’t complain.
When they got home, Zander made a point of going back to his normal routine. He wordlessly went into the kitchen to grab a bag of chips and headed right upstairs to his room. Paula creased her brow as she watched him go, and shook her head in dismay. “Just when it looked like he was finally coming out of his shell.”
“Hey, it was a start, wasn’t it?” Heather asked.
“I guess.”
“Hey,” Heather whispered, getting a naughty look on her face, “why don’t we forget about your brother for a while, and focus on ... some other things?” Paula didn’t need any more prompting to know what Heather was thinking of.
Bobbi and Andie were just in the process of sitting down at the mini table, setting down their bags and getting their homework out when they noticed Paula and Heather suddenly dashing out of the room to hurry up the stairs, holding hands and looking at each other with excited little giggles. And it was right about at that moment that the back door opened and Raven appeared, her wet hair and the towel in her hand indicating that she had just been in the pool.
As was the fact that she was naked.
“Whoa! Oh my god!” Andie gasped, turning her head away. Bobbi just stared at her.
“Oh, did I startle you?” Raven said, cheekily striking a pose. She held it for a second or two, and then relented, wrapping the towel around herself. “So, how was your first day back?”
Bobbi and Andie appeared to have gone momentarily mute.
“Uh, hello?” Raven asked, cocking her head. “Anybody home?”
Bobbi shook off her trance and worked to find her voice again. “Um, yeah, it was fine.” Then she and Andie looked at each other, and the thought of what wasn’t so normal passed as if by telepathy between them. “Actually...”
“Actually?” Raven prompted, curious.
“Well, something pretty cool happened,” Andie spoke up. “Zander totally rescued Paula from this guy!”
“What do you mean rescued?”
“There was this guy Justin,” Bobbi said. “He was harassing Paula, I think trying to get her on a date or something and not letting her say no. And Zander came along, and he got right up in his face and chased him off.”
“Really?” Raven said, sounding very interested as she turned her gaze to the doorway toward the stairs. Bobbi couldn’t quite make sense of the look on Raven’s face; she was smiling, but it wasn’t the smile she might have expected. It wasn’t the kind of smile that Bobbi or Paula or their friends had given Zander after what had gone down that day. It was a smile like...
... Almost like someone who was thinking about doing something especially naughty.
Which with Raven, usually meant she was going to.
“I think we better get started on our algebra homework,” Andie said, pulling out the contents of her backpack.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Bobbi said, sitting down.
They had just started getting their homework out and opening their books, when Raven stepped over them, bending down in a way that threatened to unravel the towel she was wearing. “You know,” she said softly, “I wonder what Paula and Heather are doing upstairs. Don’t you?”