The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 14: Seducing Zander
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 14: Seducing Zander - 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
Bobbi hugged herself in the shower, standing under the cascade of hot water. She was pretty sure by now that Paula knew she’d been spied on yesterday. After they’d gotten home from school and Paula and Heather had started up the stairs to disappear into Paula’s room again, Paula had stopped, telling Heather to go ahead of her, and turned back to approach Bobbi. “I’m locking the door this time,” Paula had said, looking Bobbi square in the eye. “So don’t get any ideas, you little snoop.”
The encounter had given Bobbi a chill, like for a few seconds there she’d been on trial for something. And true to her word, Paula did indeed lock her door when she went in to join Heather. Bobbi had checked. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t resist.
There hadn’t been any other direct indications in the hours since, other than Paula giving both her and Zander rather unpleasant looks whenever they happened to be in the same room. They were more judging looks for Bobbi, she noticed; Zander was only getting a look of mild embarrassment, rather than anything containing anger. Bobbi suspected his rescuing her from Justin yesterday had earned him a reprieve from any actual hostility for a while. But still, especially after Heather and Andie had gone home, Paula had made it pretty clear with her looks what she thought about her little sister’s bad habits.
What was so wrong with Bobbi that she couldn’t stop peeking on her family in their most intimate moments? Why was she so addicted to this habit that she knew was a violation of other people’s privacy? It was just plain wrong! And it was not winning her much love from her family. Not that they usually had much love to offer each other to begin with.
Except on those occasions when one of them was being harassed by Justin Hilliard, of course.
Thinking it over, Bobbi wondered if maybe she just needed some kind of outlet. Spying on her family had become her main source of sexual gratification. She didn’t watch porn or read romance novels, she spied on her family while they did naughty stuff. It was probably the least healthy option available to her, but it had become what she did to get her rocks off.
Perhaps she could find another way. Like maybe she should be looking for a boyfriend or something. But where would she find that? None of the boys in her class particularly excited her. Most of them were either boring dorks or vulgar jerks who just made her lip curl in disgust. She couldn’t think of any boys at the moment who...
She shuddered suddenly, and turned up the heat of the shower. One particular boy had in fact just flitted through her mind. And she was horrified at who it was.
She had thought of Zander.
When trying to think of some boy who in any way sexually excited her, her mind had gone to her dorky older brother.
Why him? Why her brother? And even if it weren’t sick for her to be thinking of a blood relative in this way to begin with, why that brother? Why not Marcus, the one who was actually a known stud?
She tried hard to shut that line of thinking off altogether. She just needed to get her mind off sex, or her own lack thereof. She finished her shower and shut the water off. She paused a moment or two to collect herself—
—and the shower door opened a crack. A bronze-skinned hand entered in, holding a towel.
“Raven?” Bobbi said.
“Hurry up and take it,” Raven’s voice said.
Bobbi didn’t wait and immediately took the proffered towel. Wrapping it around herself, she stepped out of the shower and found Raven standing in front of the mirror, wiping the condensation away. “What are you doing in here?” Bobbi said, trying to sound demanding, but realizing she hadn’t done it all that well.
“Just getting myself ready for what I’m about to do in a minute,” Raven said cryptically, leaning into the mirror to touch up her makeup.
Two questions warred in Bobbi’s mind for her to ask. The first one, which was “You couldn’t wait until after I was finished?” seemed less important. She was more curious to know the answer to her other question: “What are you gonna do?”
At that, Raven turned to Bobbi with a mysterious smile that just screamed trouble. “Before I answer that, Bobbi, let me ask you something. Have you enjoyed what you’ve been watching around here lately?”
Bobbi just froze, unable to find an answer. Was this a trap? Was Raven trying to lure her into admitting something that would get her in trouble? Raven didn’t seem the type, but ... why was she ... what was she...
“Come on, it’s a simple question,” Raven said, slowly moving a little closer. “You keep peeking in on people, you must like what you see when you do. How does it make you feel?”
“Uh...” was all Bobbi could get out.
“Does it make you hot when you watch me and Marcus?”
Still Bobbi couldn’t form any coherent words. Raven was getting closer still, moving steadily into intimate range.
“And how about watching Paula with Heather? Did it turn you on when you saw them yesterday?” As she got closer, Raven started running some fingers along Bobbi’s bare arms. “And I noticed you and Zander were getting pretty close, too. The way you were grinding on him like that. Did it feel good when you did that?”
Bobbi’s breath was starting to quiver. With how close Raven was to her now, and the way Raven was looking at her ... it almost looked like Raven meant to kiss her. Almost.
But now at last, Bobbi found something to say. “Paula knows!” she blurted out. “She knows we watched her!”
Raven now backed off a little, but just a little. “Does she really?” Her expression was unreadable. She didn’t look startled, or frightened, or all that excited ... maybe a little curious, or suspicious or something, but it was hard to say.
“At least I think she does. She didn’t right out say it, but she said something that made it sound like ... and then when she locked the door...”
“Well, I hope she’s not too upset,” Raven said, sounding like she thought no more about it than hoping for good weather. “And if she is, I’ll talk to her about it.”
There was a moment of silence then. And then Bobbi remembered what she had asked in the first place. “So ... are you gonna tell me what you’re getting ready to do?”
Raven’s wicked smile returned. She took hold of Bobbi’s bare shoulders and leaned in, looking her in the eyes. She spoke very deliberately, emphasizing every word:
“I’m going to go into Zander’s room. And I’m going ... to fuck him.”
Bobbi’s eyes went wide and her mouth hung open. She had really just come right out and said it.
“But ... aren’t you ... you’re with Marcus!”
“Marcus and I have an open relationship,” Raven said. “I let him play with other girls, he lets me have my fun. And I’ve talked to him about Zander.”
Bobbi could only stand there in disbelief. But if all this up until now had shocked her, what Raven said next was like a bomb going off.
“You want to watch?”
A few chocked breaths wormed their way out of Bobbi’s throat, before she managed to squeeze out a strangled, “Y-y-yes. Yes I do.”
Raven grinned, and then she leaned in, and by golly, she did in fact give Bobbi a kiss. It wasn’t a big kiss, it was just a quick little affectionate peck, but still, it was a kiss all the same. “Feel free to put something on if you want. I’ll leave his door unlocked.” She turned and started for the door, but then paused and added, “Oh, and if Paula catches you, tell her I said she can stay and watch too. Fair’s fair.”
Zander had somehow managed to get his homework finished, distracted as his mind was. Apart from still dwelling on everything that had happened yesterday, which he had not been able to get his mind off of all day, had been the strange looks that Paula had been giving him since they got home. Bobbi, who had been acting playful and mischievous on the car ride this morning, as if teasing Paula in a “we know” kind of way, now seemed worried about something. There was a silent communication between him and Bobbi at some point, and they’d both had the same thought, that Paula was onto them.
He was still waiting for some kind of hurricane to come down on them in response, and wondered why it hadn’t come yet. Perhaps Paula was giving him a free pass for rescuing her from Justin, but surely that would only carry him so far. Maybe she knew that he hadn’t meant to see it, but in his experience Paula wasn’t normally that understanding or forgiving. So why did she not look angry, and why was she not chewing him out for being a pervert? He’d seen her do the same to Bobbi on more than one occasion, so he knew it was in her vocabulary. And she’d certainly given him grief about plenty of other things before.
So what was really up here?
He was putting his completed trig homework away, still contemplating this question, when a knock came at his door. Half afraid that this was the inevitable chewing out from Paula coming to call, he nervously said, “Yes?”
The door opened, and in strode Raven. She looked gorgeous, even for Raven. She was made up, her hair was neatly brushed, and she was wearing a very sheer sleeveless dress that ended mid-thigh and left very little to the imagination. And she was smiling at him in a way that made him even more nervous than before. “Hi Zander,” she said in a silky voice.
“Uh, hey Raven,” he said. “What’s up?”
She gently shut the door, and came over to sit down on the bed beside him. “How are you handling things?”
“Um ... define ‘things?’”
She chuckled. “Well, for starters...” she reached a hand out and began stroking along his forearm, “how do you feel about what we did yesterday?”
“You mean the blowjob.”
“I mean the blowjob.”
“Ahh ... well ... it was ... uh ... it was...”
“Yes?” she prompted, the smile she wore looking like she was rather enjoying making him squirm like this.
“Unexpected,” he finally blurted out.
That made her chuckle again. “‘Good’ unexpected?”
“If I say no, are you gonna chop off my balls?”
Now she outright laughed, and gave him a playful shove. “Come on, be honest with me.”
“Okay, okay. Yeah, it was good. I just ... I never imagined I’d get a blowjob from my brother’s girlfriend. And to tell you the truth, even after that little chat he had with me before he left, I’m still half expecting him to come marching back home and mount my head on his wall.”
“I told you yesterday,” Raven said in a gentle voice, once again rubbing his arm, “Marcus and I have an open relationship. We spend so much time apart, we allow each other our little indulgences while he’s away. He’s had his share of college girls without me, and he tells me about them.”
“So ... I’m an indulgence? That’s what that was to you?”
Now Raven wasn’t smiling. She looked at him earnestly and said, “Zander, I wasn’t kidding when I said I was concerned about you. About the way you’ve handled things since the incident with your ex. I really do want you to start living again, getting to experience this thing called life.” She moved closer to him now, her look taking a real quick turn to smoldering. “And I want to give you something to help you do that.”
Her meaning could not have been plainer. Not with the bedroom eyes she was giving him. Not with the way she was leaning her body forward. Not with the way he could practically feel her body heat from here. All of a sudden his pants were feeling extremely tight.
“You’re serious,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
“Completely.”
And then she was kissing him. His brother’s girlfriend was kissing him. And it wasn’t a simple, friendly kiss either; it was molten hot, filled with a passion he’d never known before, not even with Jennifer. He could feel her hunger for him, her eagerness to devour him whole. The way her tongue probed his mouth, seeking out his own, held an eagerness that could not be faked.
Her hand found the bulge in his jeans and was rubbing hard on it. He started to wriggle underneath her attention, leaning back against his headboard, not sure if he was trying to squirm free or press his crotch harder into her hand. Naturally, the latter won out. Before he knew what he was doing, his hands came up to grip her sides, getting to feel for himself just how thin that dress she was wearing was. He could count every one of her ribs through that thing. And when he moved his hands up higher, coming to just barely touch the sides of her boobs, he realized that she was not wearing a bra under it.
She broke off the kiss and moved along his jawline, pressing her body into his. He started grinding against her belly, while her mouth came to his ear, where she began running her tongue along the inner ridges and lightly nipping at the edge. Zander drew in a shuddering breath, a bit overwhelmed by her attentions; no girl had ever done that to him before, and he hadn’t expected to be quite so floored by it. He pressed his crotch harder against her outer mound, and she brought her hand down again to squeeze it some more.
Their clothes were starting to feel very much in the way.
He reached his hands down, searching by feel for the hem of her dress, though he couldn’t complain about the feel of the thighs and ass that he found in the process. When Raven sensed what he was doing, she sat back, coming to kneel on the bed in front of him as she crossed her arms to grip the bottom of her dress and ripped it up over her head in one swift motion. Not only was she not wearing a bra underneath it, he discovered, she was not wearing panties either. She had obviously come prepared for this, as in a single swift motion she had rendered herself completely naked for his viewing pleasure.
He had seen her naked before, when he’d looked down on her and Marcus in the pool last week. But here she was now, not a distance away but right in front of him. Her attention wholly focused on him. Her naked body being offered specifically for him.
“What did I do to deserve this?” he thought out loud.
“Mm, I don’t know exactly,” Raven grinned, starting to pull up his shirt, “but I’d say being a knight in shining armor for your sister didn’t hurt.”
He raised his arms to let her pull his shirt away, and she dove in to kiss him some more, her soft breasts pressing into his chest. He felt the hardness of her nipples as they dragged across his own, signaling that she wasn’t faking her arousal. Without breaking the kiss, her hands came down and began unfastening his pants. He brought his own hands down to help her, and their combined efforts soon had them both pulling his jeans and boxers down, letting his aching cock spring free before they dragged his pants off his feet and tossed them aside.
He was now naked in front of his brother’s equally naked girlfriend. With an erection at full mast. And she was going straight for it.
Raven’s hands wrapped around his shaft and began expertly stroking him, while she planted a series of kisses along his chest. Breathing hard, he ran his hands over her head and along her back, simply luxuriating in the feel of her flesh under his hands while she lavished affection on his body. He slid his hands down, gliding them around her, and then they came to cup her hanging breasts. She moaned in appreciation, looking up at him with eyes glazed with lust before she leaned in to kiss him some more, her hands still working up and down his cock.
They continued to manually pleasure each other while making out, until she moved upward, still keeping one hand on his cock, and bringing her left breast in reach of his mouth. Zander needed no further prompting before taking the hard nub of her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Raven breathed out a heavy moan, leaning forward and cupping his head in her free hand. He held her by the waist, his hands moving southward, eventually finding the curve of her ass and squeezing hard, prompting her to grip his cock tighter and press her tit deeper into his mouth.
She eventually pulled herself out of his grasp and slid down, maneuvering herself between his legs, her hand never leaving his shaft as she began lowering her face to it, wearing an impish expression to advertise what she was about to do. His cock twitched in anticipation before she sucked him into her mouth. He groaned at the exquisite feeling, his head rolling back and his hand setting to rest atop her head. She had just done this yesterday, and it had been absolutely mind-blowing then; it was no less so now, except that this time it was only meant as a prelude to something much better.
He started lowering his head look down at his expert fellatrix again, eager to watch what she was doing—
—and met another pair of eyes at the door.
Bobbi was once again playing the little voyeur, standing outside the barely cracked door, peeking in on him and Raven. She had a hand inside her pajama pants, clearly moving under the fabric, and her mouth was hanging open, her breath coming fast and hard.
“Uhhuh...” Zander stammered, and jumped a little in his seat, inadvertently shoving his cock an inch deeper into Raven’s mouth.
She looked up, noticing the look on his face and the direction he was looking. “Do we have an audience?”
Zander looked down at Raven in surprise, and found her simply grinning up at him, clearly not distressed at all at the prospect of being watched. “Uh, yeah,” he groaned.
“Is she enjoying the show?”
Zander blinked, and then glanced in Bobbi’s direction again. Meeting her eyes, he saw her nod.
“Yes she is.”
“Good. Let’s give her a good one.”
With that, Raven hopped up and lay flat on the bed beside him, spread her legs and began rubbing her clit. “Come on, stud. Let’s do it.”
He was already moving around to climb into position, even as he gaped at her, looking back to Bobbi repeatedly. “With her watching?”
“Does it bother you?”
Zander glanced at his sister again ... and truth be told, seeing her there, watching him about to have sex, seeing how thoroughly aroused she was, only turned him on even more. His mind drifted back to yesterday, to how she’d pressed her ass to his crotch when they were watching Paula with Heather, and how she’d seemed like she really enjoyed it. As nuts as it was to wrap his head around, as fucked up and wrong as it may have been, it was becoming clear that his little sister was at least somewhat into him.
She obviously wanted to see this. And God help him, he wanted to let her see it.
He turned his attention back to Raven. Seeing her lying there in front of him with her legs wide open was an invitation that could not be denied. “Come here, Zander,” she husked. “Come here and fuck me.”
Well, since she asked so nice.
Zander positioned himself between those spread legs and aimed himself at her opening. He watched the look of bliss that crossed Raven’s face as he found her entrance and slowly pushed inside, feeling himself enveloped by her warm wetness. “Oooh, fuck,” Raven moaned, bringing a hand down to rub her clit. “Your cock feels good, Zander.”
He propped himself up on his arms as he began thrusting, staring down at her open-mouthed face gasping in pleasure, and at the way her breasts bounced with his every thrust. He bent down to capture one of those swaying nipples in his mouth—not the easiest task with the way they were moving, but he managed. Raven seemed to appreciate it, as she brought a hand up to run her fingers through his hair, and moaned more sharply, rolling her head back into the pillow. “Oh, god,” she groaned as he began moving his tongue in circles over the hard nub at the top of her soft, pillowy boob.
From where she watched outside, Bobbi was utterly transfixed. She was having hard time deciding which of the two people in there she was more turned on by. Watching Raven, with her tits pointed up in the air, making the most erotic noises of pleasure, wrapping her legs around Zander’s waist ... or...
Fuck. Zander was sexy too. There was just no getting around it, she thought her brother was hot.
He wasn’t the extreme stud that Marcus was. Marcus was almost like something off the cover of a trashy romance novel; his sex appeal was obvious. One had to look harder to see Zander’s appeal. And Bobbi was looking pretty damn hard. The way his ass muscles clenched, the way his upper body moved, the way he lavished attention on Raven’s tits with his mouth...
Yes, she still knew she shouldn’t find him sexy. He was still her brother, everything else should have been secondary. But it was what it was. She was still rubbing her clit watching him, and she was not about to stop.
What was worse ... she had the craziest impulse to just throw her clothes off and come in there and join them. She was already a pervert just for having this attraction to Zander, so, in for a penny, as the saying went. She wanted to waltz in there, run her hands over Zander’s back muscles, get him to suck on her little tits some ... and then ... maybe...
No. She wasn’t going to do it like that. She wasn’t ready for that. But she could still dream, couldn’t she?
She heard a door open.
She whipped her head around, and there was Paula, emerging from her bedroom and heading for the stairs. The moment Paula noticed Bobbi standing outside of Zander’s door, she stopped, looking at her curiously. Before the inevitable “What are you doing?” could escape her lips, the sounds coming from within the room reached her, and an almost comical train of realizations and sudden emotions played out across her face. “What ... are you ... Zander? Raven?”
Bobbi was turning bright red, and the temptation to bolt from where she was standing was almost overpowering. But so too was the temptation to stay and continue watching this. So in a hard whisper, Bobbi forced herself to say, “She said you could watch too, if you want.”
Bobbi thought Paula’s eyes might just pop out of their sockets with how wide they got at that pronouncement. Paula stood there, speechless for a good long stretch.
Bobbi looked back at the action inside again, where Zander had now hoisted up one of Raven’s legs and planted it on his shoulder, and was now straddling her other leg and driving into her that way, while Raven fondled her breast and played with her clit, moaning up a storm all the while. When Bobbi turned her attention to Paula again, she found her sister moving almost robotically to join her, as if pulled by a force beyond her control. It was a feeling Bobbi knew all too well.
Paula came close enough to look inside, turning her head as if she didn’t actually want to look but couldn’t stop herself, her eyes seeming frozen open, unable to blink. “You cannot be fucking serious,” she breathed in a hoarse whisper.
Paula had been told about Raven and Marcus’s open relationship, by both Raven and Marcus themselves. While she knew in theory that they weren’t exclusive, and that both of them had their share of lovers on the side, knowing a thing abstractly and seeing it with her own eyes were two very different things. In spite of what she knew, she couldn’t help but think of what she was seeing here, looking at her twin brother, naked in bed with their other brother’s girlfriend, as a kind of betrayal of Marcus.
The fact was, Marcus was just about the only member of her family that Paula didn’t have any specific negative thoughts for that she could think of. She’d never been especially close to Marcus, he just didn’t anger or annoy her like most everyone else in the family did. Dad seemed to care more about his job than his family, and barely talked to them anymore except to tell them he was leaving for said job. Mom was an unfaithful slut who anyone with eyes could see was cheating on Dad regularly. Lily had up and abandoned the family without even so much as a goodbye. Bobbi was chronically unable to respect the implications of a closed door. And Zander ... Zander just got on every one of her nerves, possibly by simple virtue of the fact that she should have felt a lot closer to him than she did, given that they were twins, and yet had next to nothing in common. Yes, he had helped her with Justin yesterday, but things like that were the exception rather than the rule.
But Marcus was just Marcus. He was cool, he was handsome, he treated his family well, he was generally a good guy. Shouldn’t he be enough for Raven? Just because he wasn’t here at present, was that really sufficient justification for what Raven was doing right now?
Paula wasn’t sure whom she was more mad at right now: Raven, for being a tramp that Marcus didn’t deserve; Zander, for giving in to that skank’s temptations and betraying their brother like this; Bobbi, for once again being her nosy self and treating this travesty like it was good entertainment; or...
... or herself for realizing she was getting wet between the legs seeing this.
She should absolutely have been putting a stop to this. She should have gone marching in there, privacy be damned, and demanded that they stop what they were doing and call up Marcus to beg his forgiveness (even if he did already know about it, which some quiet part of Paula’s brain suspected). And yet in spite of her better judgment, the fact remained that seeing Raven writhing and moaning under Zander’s humping body, seeing his thick shaft pumping in and out of Raven’s wet snatch, seeing Raven’s breasts bouncing with Zander’s thrusts...
Fuck. It was just plain hot. It was wrong as hell, and she should have wanted to burn her eyes out of her head, but the whole scene was just about the most erotic thing Paula had ever laid eyes on.
So many possibilities for how to proceed rushed through Paula’s mind, all of them vying for dominance. She considered throwing the door open and shouting at them to stop what they were doing right the hell now.
She considered taking Bobbi by the shoulders and pulling her away, telling her to stop being a pervert and leave them in peace.
She considered sticking her hand into her own pants and joining Bobbi in masturbating to the show.
And for the briefest moment, there was even a part of her mind that considered a much more frightening prospect, one that she did not allow herself to dwell on long enough for it to form into a serious idea. It would just have made an already fucked up situation all the more fucked up.
But before any of these ideas could solidify into an action of any kind, she heard a door open downstairs. Paula gasped and grabbed Bobbi, announcing in a whisper, “Mom’s home!” Bobbi did not seem to hear her at first, but then she blinked and seemed to come out of a trance. Both sisters looked frantically around before Bobbi hurried and shut Zander’s door a little too loudly. Paula was already bounding down the stairs to greet their mother, hoping to head her off before Mom caught on to what was going on upstairs between Raven and Zander. It wouldn’t occur to her until much later that their mother’s opinion on the subject might not make a lot of difference anyway, since Keiko was the last person who had grounds to criticize someone else for fucking around.
Paula arrived at the entryway as her mother was just shutting the door behind her. Keiko looked unusually stressed tonight; it wasn’t uncommon for her to come home looking a bit tired or haggard, but it also wasn’t uncommon for her to come home with a bit of a spring in her step (usually on nights when an observant person might spot a hickey on her neck or loose button on her blouse). Tonight, however, something had obviously bothered her mom more than usual.
“Uh, hi Mom,” Paula said, wondering how long Zander and Raven were going to be at it upstairs and if she could possibly keep her mother distracted long enough for them to finish. Especially without it looking suspicious as hell.
“Hi Paula,” Keiko said in a detached voice. “Have you eaten tonight?”
“Um, yeah, I had some leftover KFC in the fridge,” Paula admitted. It was only after the words had left her mouth that she realized she should have said no and talked her mom into cooking something, thus keeping her busy for a while longer.
“All right then,” Keiko said, and started moving past her. “If you don’t mind, I’ve had kind of a rough day. I think I’m gonna turn in early.”
Paula began to panic, and without thinking about what she was going to say, she blurted out, “Mom, wait!”
Keiko came up short and turned her head back. “Yes?”
“Uhh ... are ... are you sure you’re okay?” Paula had really only been fishing for something that could hold her mom up a little longer, but once the question was out, she realized she actually did kind of want to know, given how stressed her mom had looked coming in the door.
“Yes, Paula, I’m fine,” was all Keiko said. And then she continued on, with a simple, “Excuse me.” Paula cringed, helpless to only watch as her mom headed upstairs, and hoped that Zander and Raven had either finished already or could be quiet enough not to draw attention.