The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 16: Opening Doors
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 16: Opening Doors - 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
Paula pointedly avoided speaking to either Zander or Bobbi all during school that day. The only person she felt at all like talking to was Heather, and she got an earful. “You’re serious?” was Heather’s response at lunch when Paula told her about what had taken place the night before. “Raven with Zander? I can’t believe she would do that to Marcus!”
“Actually, that’s the really fucked up part,” Paula said, glad that at least someone was reacting to this whole thing the way Paula would have expected. “Apparently Marcus gave his permission. She told him she was going to, and he gave her the okay.”
“Wait, people are allowed to do that?” Heather said, blinking in surprise.
“I guess,” Paula shrugged. “It’s still messed up! I mean, Raven says it’s supposed to get Zander out of his shell, and help him to get over his ex. Because of course, Raven’s solution to everything is to fuck somebody.”
To Paula’s supreme annoyance, Heather’s face took on a look of introspection, like she was actually taking this idea seriously. “Well, when she puts it like that ... maybe that is what he needs.”
Paula groaned in dismay. “Not you too!”
“I’m just saying, he probably is feeling a bit more confident after that.” And at that, Heather looked across the cafeteria, where they spotted Zander moving with his filled lunch tray to join his table of fellow geeks. There was definitely something different about the way he carried himself today, compared to the slumped, defeated air he’d carried with him for the past month. Today he was upright, moving with purpose, looking people in the eye. And when he noticed Heather looking at him, he actually waved.
And Heather waved back without any hesitation.
Paula shrank down in embarrassment. “Are you waving at my brother right now?”
“It’s a free country,” Heather protested. “And doesn’t he still deserve at least a little courtesy after the other day?”
Why did people have to keep reminding her of Zander’s knight-in-shining-armor moment against Justin when Paula was trying to be mad at him?
She tried to steer the conversation toward other topics, and managed to avoid thinking about anything that was going on at home for the rest of the school day. Unfortunately, she couldn’t continue hanging out with Heather after school, as Heather had to go to her job at Safeway, and even Andie was supposed to go shopping with her mom. The Greenfield kids were on their own when they got home, so all Paula could do was try to avoid talking to Zander or Bobbi as much as she could.
She was in her room trying to focus on homework when someone knocked at her door. Without asking who it was, or even looking up from her homework, Paula moaned, “Just go away, please.”
And so, of course the person on the other side had to do the exact opposite and come right in. She looked up, and it was Raven. “I think we should talk, Paula.”
Paula made a specific point of not saying anything, but just sighed and turned her attention back to her homework, pretending the other girl in the room wasn’t there.
She sensed Raven moving closer to her. “You’re still a little bothered by what happened between me and Zander last night.”
“‘A little?’” Paula snarked, glancing up with one eye.
Raven let out an audible breath, and grabbed the other little chair that was sitting against Paula’s wall. “I’m not going to apologize for what we did, Paula. I stand by my statement that it’s what Zander needed, and it was my choice. I need you to be okay with that.”
Paula groaned, setting her pencil down. She swiveled her chair away from her desk to face Raven. “What if I can’t be?”
Raven frowned at her. She reached out a hand to rub Paula’s arm, but Paula pulled it away. Privately, Paula thought the look of mild hurt that came over Raven’s face was a little rich.
“Can’t you at least tell me why this is bothering you so much?” Raven asked.
“Because it’s just wrong!” Paula groaned, scrunching her nose in an icky face.
“Why?”
Paula blinked, not prepared for that question. “I ... I don’t know, it just is, okay!”
“Not good enough.”
Paula buried her face in her hands. Clearly, Raven was never going to see the world the same way she did.
“I told you,” Raven went on, “Marcus gave the okay, I was willing, Zander was willing, and I honestly believe it’s helped him. In fact, just a minute ago he was downstairs having an honest conversation with Bobbi, instead of hiding in his room. Even Bobbi seems okay with what happened. The only one here who has a problem with it is you, Paula. And it wasn’t even something that directly affects you. I didn’t steal a boyfriend from you or anything. The only people in this situation who might have cause to complain have already given their blessing. So why don’t you tell me the real reason you’re so upset about this?”
Paula was really irritated at the fact that she didn’t have an immediate answer. She really thought she should, but none was coming to her lips. Why was she so bothered by all this? Logically, everything Raven said was true. Marcus was okay with this, or so he said. Zander was obviously okay with this; he was a guy, after all, and Raven had offered herself to him on a silver platter. And as much as she wanted to deny it, she couldn’t pretend that Zander didn’t seem a lot better today than he had in a long time. And it was true, there was nothing about this that affected Paula directly, other than living in the same house with the parties involved. So what about this whole thing had gotten under her skin as deeply as it had?
“I don’t know,” was all she could finally say.
Raven’s understanding look somehow only made Paula feel worse. “I can tell you’re angry at someone,” she said. “The question you’ve got to ask yourself is, who are you angry at? Zander? Me? Marcus? ... Bobbi?”
Paula blinked. She hadn’t thought of this in terms of Bobbi’s involvement, but of course, whenever someone in this house was having sex, Bobbi was always close by, sticking her snooping little nose in, seeing things she wasn’t supposed to. Just like she had been last night.
Just like Paula had been right along with her.
The realization started slowly coming down on her even as Raven finally verbalized it: “Or are you angry at yourself? For liking what you saw?”
Paula turned as red as a tomato, and turned back to her desk, leaning onto it and laying her face down in her folded arms. “I can’t believe this,” she whimpered. “I’m supposed to be better than this! I’m not supposed to be a nosy pervert! That’s supposed to be Bobbi’s job!”
“Hey, now,” Raven gently chided her, lightly swatting her on the shoulder. “We’re talking about you, here. Don’t go turning this into a snipe on your sister.”
“But I’ve always hated how she does that!” Paula complained, looking up from her arms again. “Especially when she does it to me! Me and ... Heather.” Something made her hesitate, as if she was still feeling bashful about admitting aloud what she and her best friend were doing with each other. “And then I went and did the same thing. It’s like I’m a big hypocrite. And even worse, I ... I...”
She just couldn’t bring herself to say the next part aloud. So Raven was forced to do it for her.
“You got turned on.”
Paula groaned, and buried her face again.
Raven’s hand on her shoulder blade was gentle and comforting, and in a way it did help with the self-loathing. Ever since last night, Paula had been trying to cover up the shame at her reaction to what she saw by redirecting it as anger at Zander and Raven, despite how she really had nothing to be angry at them for. Except for putting her in this position, as if it was somehow their fault. Because being mad at them was easier than dealing with her own sick baggage.
“Paula,” Raven said, leaning closer. “You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.”
“Don’t I?” Paula whined. “After all the time I’ve been giving Bobbi grief for being a snooping little perv who can’t respect anyone’s privacy, and it turns out I’m no better!”
“Why? Just because you happened to walk by and see what was happening through a door that was already open?”
“Because I liked it!” Paula blurted out, a torrent of misery and shame carried on her words as she buried her face in her hands. “I saw my brother fucking you, and I liked it! I’m sick! I’m fucked up! And I just want to be mad at you all for making me realize it!”
For a moment, the only sound in the room was Paula’s heavy breathing. When Raven touched her back again, she let her hand linger there, as if promising to draw her into an embrace at any moment. “You’re not sick, Paula. You’re just human. I don’t think any less of you for feeling the way you do about what you saw, and I’m sure Zander and Bobbi don’t either.”
Paula’s face was wet with tears when she removed her hands to look into Raven’s face. “You really don’t?”
“Of course not,” Raven said. And now she really did pull Paula into the embrace her touch had promised. Paula allowed herself to sink into the feel of Raven’s body against hers, and rested her head on the other girl’s shoulder.
Which placed her in the right position to open her eyes and see Bobbi standing at the open door. Bobbi saw her looking and took a step back, blushing. “Um, sorry,” Bobbi said. “I overheard what you were saying, and ... I’m sorry, I’m eavesdropping.”
Bobbi moved to walk away, but Raven let go of Paula and extended an arm to beckon her. “No, Bobbi, come in here, please. I think we should talk about this together.”
Bobbi paused, seeming unsure of what to do. Raven got up and took her by the hands, gently guiding the girl into the room, sitting her down in the chair Raven had just occupied, while Raven herself took a seat on Paula’s bed. “Now, since you heard most of that conversation, we’ll skip the preamble,” Raven said. “Bobbi, if anyone here is a resident expert on dealing with weird feelings about family members, it’s you. So why don’t you talk to Paula about what you told me.”
Bobbi blinked, looking between Raven and Paula, while Paula watched her sister expectantly. “Like, which part of it?” Bobbi asked, seeming like she was worried about saying something she shouldn’t.
“Like how you feel about spying on people, and how you keep doing it. Didn’t you say you felt weird about what you’ve seen?”
Bobbi shrank down in her chair and raised a bashfully curled hand to her mouth, turning doe eyes toward Paula as she admitted, “Sometimes.” Then she cringed and amended, “Most of the time, actually. I was always thinking it was wrong, but I kept doing it. But then Raven told me...” And here Bobbi paused, as if catching herself about to say too much. She turned a look toward Raven and went on, “ ... Well, she said something that made me feel a little better about it. Like, I can feel a certain way about watching someone, and that can just ... it can just be, I guess. Like, we can’t control how we feel, right?”
Paula glanced at Raven, getting the distinct impression that Bobbi had left something big out of this, but since respecting privacy was one of the things that Paula had always ragged on Bobbi for not doing, she decided she couldn’t exactly complain about her sister doing it now.
“Well ... it was still a violation of privacy, and we shouldn’t be spying on people like that,” Paula weakly put in, grasping for some kind of straw.
“If I had wanted privacy,” Raven said coolly, leaning back and propping herself on one arm, “I wouldn’t have invited Bobbi to watch us in the first place. And I wouldn’t have told her to let you have a good look if you happened to come by.”
Paula was reminded of how Bobbi had said Raven had given her permission to watch. Somehow that only made things weirder. She cringed, and looked away from them.
“I was hoping you would see us, Paula,” Raven said. “I didn’t want to hide this from you. Not to mention, now that you’ve had a taste of what keeps drawing Bobbi back to cracked doors, maybe you won’t be so hard on her for it?”
Paula got up from her seat and paced the room a few times. “Paula?” Bobbi asked, sounding just a touch worried. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just ... well...” she paused in place in the middle of the room. “Well even if she did have permission to watch you last night, she’s still spied on me when she certainly didn’t have permission!”
“I’m ... I’m sorry!” Bobbi said, sounding all kinds of sincere in a meek and about-to-cry sort of way.
“I thought we were supposed to be dealing with your issues, Paula,” Raven said.
“This is related, isn’t it?”
Raven closed her eyes and breathed, as if her patience had taken a small hit. “Yes, but we’re not here to put blame on Bobbi.” Before Paula could say anything, Raven added, “Or anyone else here, either.”
“No, we’re just here so you can convince me we can all be happy as a family of snooping pervs,” Paula moaned, turning to the wall and plastering her face against it with a THUMP.
There was a long moment in which nobody spoke, or moved from where they were. Raven finally got up and strode over to Paula, gently taking ahold of her shoulders. “Paula, come sit with me for a moment.” Paula didn’t have the will to resist as Raven directed her over to the bed and sat her down beside her. Even after sitting down, Raven’s hands still didn’t leave her shoulders. “You’ve gotten a taste now of what Bobbi feels when she watches people. Like when she’s watched me with Marcus, or you with Heather. You understand now the appeal, don’t you? You understand why she’s drawn to keep doing it.”
“Yeah, because we’re—”
“Because you’re nothing,” Raven cut her off. “Nothing except human. You have your urges, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” Raven was looking intently into Paula’s eyes as she spoke, willing Paula to understand. And Paula was thinking maybe she did a little. She wasn’t sure she believed it, but she understood it.
“I want you to try something,” Raven said. “Close your eyes, Paula.”
Paula looked at her curiously.
“Just trust me.”
Feeling a bit silly, Paula relaxed, and closed her eyes.
“Now,” Raven said, “Think back to the moment you looked in Zander’s room and saw me with him. Picture the scene in your mind. Take yourself back to that moment.”
Paula didn’t have to work hard to do that; the scene had hardly left her mind all day. She could clearly picture the image of Zander and Raven naked in Zander’s bed, Raven lying back with one leg propped on Zander’s shoulder, Zander kneeling over her and thrusting his thick shaft inside her, Raven rubbing her clit and fondling her bouncing breast while she moaned under him. Almost immediately, as she called up her memory of the scene, Paula noticed the start of a moistening between her legs.
“Now, knowing what you do now,” Raven said, “that this wasn’t a betrayal of anyone, that no one was taken advantage of, I want you to focus on how you feel seeing that. No judgment, just accept your feelings as they are. Just recognize that they exist.” Paula felt Raven lean closer to her, and as Raven spoke next she felt the warmth of Raven’s breath on her ear. “You’re standing there, outside Zander’s door, looking in. You see us there. You see our naked bodies. You see me spreading my legs to accept him. You see him moving his cock in and out of me. You hear the way he’s making me moan and scream, getting me close to orgasm. Focus on how you feel seeing all this.”
A shudder ran through Paula’s body, and she let out a trembling breath. She felt her nipples stiffening, and her panties were starting to get a bit soggy. In her current state, her mind didn’t think anything of it when she felt Raven’s face press against her cheek, or Raven’s hand cupping her breast through her shirt.
“Is it turning you on, Paula?” Raven breathed into her ear. “Is it getting you hot?”
“Yes,” Paula whispered in a hard breath.
She felt Raven move away from her then. Paula opened her eyes, and saw Raven still sitting nearby, looking squarely at her. “Now don’t you think Bobbi felt the same way watching you with Heather?” Raven asked.
Paula glanced over at Bobbi, sitting in that chair across the room, and saw that her sister was rubbing at her crotch through her jeans. Obviously Bobbi had also gotten turned on just now. Or was she thinking of what Raven had just said, about Paula and Heather?
“Let me tell you something, Paula,” Raven said, touching her shoulder again. “I like it when Bobbi watches me. It gets me excited knowing someone finds me sexy enough to want to watch me. Just like you felt watching me with Zander. And Bobbi clearly feels the same about watching you. How does that make you feel?”
Paula looked squarely at Bobbi now, who was looking back at her with a strange mixture of lust and bashfulness, as if she didn’t know whether to be aroused or embarrassed. How did Paula feel about that? When she first found out that Bobbi had seen her with Heather, she’d been a little angry, a little worried, and definitely annoyed. But looking back on it now ... maybe she felt something different?
“I ... I don’t know,” she admitted.
Raven was rubbing Paula’s shoulders and gazing at her tenderly. And then, as Paula watched, she saw a wicked look pass over Raven’s face that could only mean imminent trouble: Raven had just gotten an idea. “I think I know what you need.”
“What?” Paula asked, almost afraid to know.
“First, don’t freak out,” Raven insisted. “Give this idea an honest chance before you throw a fit.”
That didn’t make Paula any less nervous, but she nodded.
Raven took hold of Paula’s shoulder again and looked her straight in the eyes. “I think you should let Bobbi watch you again. This time with you fully aware that she’s there. Not from outside the door, but right here in the room with you.”
Paula’s eyes grew to about the size of soup dishes. “What?”
“Yeah!” Bobbi cheered.
“You should see how it feels, knowing that someone is watching you, getting turned on seeing your body, your pleasure. Know that it’s happening in the moment, instead of after the fact.”
Even just a short while ago, before the start of this conversation, this idea would have gotten Raven thrown out of the room. As it was, Paula’s only protest was, “But ... who would ... Heather isn’t...”
“No, you’re right, Heather’s not here right now,” Raven said. And then Paula gulped as Raven gave her a look that could only be described as smoldering. Raven wrapped an arm around Paula’s back and slowly pulled her in, brining their faces inches apart as she said, “But I am.”
Paula’s heart jumped into her throat as she realized what Raven was proposing. Was she really serious? Paula stared at Raven, unable to speak aloud what she was thinking.
“It’s not that big a leap,” Raven said, running her knuckles gently along Paula’s face. “Remember the kissing practice last week, when you tried it on me first? I know you liked that, didn’t you?”
Bobbi perked up at that this. “You kissed Raven too?”
The last word in this sentence was not lost on Paula as she raised her eyebrows at her sister. “You too?”
Raven chuckled. “I’ve kissed a lot of people. So what do you think?”
Could she do this? Could she really have sex with Raven, and in front of Bobbi no less? Her panicked mind wanted to shout no. But the wetness between her legs was screaming a different answer.
Seeming to sense her uncertainty, Raven said, “You don’t have to decide right now. You can think about it, and give me an answer when you’re ready.” Raven got up and started for the door. “Come on, Bobbi.”
Paula noted the look of disappointment on Bobbi’s face as she got up. Clearly Bobbi really wanted to see this, and had been hoping for it to happen right here and now. And in that moment, Paula realized a big part of herself was hoping for the same thing.
And if she waited, and allowed herself time to think about it, she might chicken out.
“Wait,” she said. Raven and Bobbi stopped and looked back at her. And looking back at them, Paula was sure again: it was now or never.
“Fuck it,” she said, and stood up from her bed. She marched up to Raven, grabbed the girl by the face, and planted an urgent, determined kiss on her. She heard Bobbi make a gasp of surprised delight, while Raven’s arms came around her, pulling her in to return her kiss with everything she had.
They maneuvered back to Paula’s bed and collapsed onto it, hands roaming over each other’s bodies through their clothes, tongues dueling in a graceful dance of passion. Raven lifted her head and looked down at Paula, stroking her face. “Now remember,” she said, “if at any time you feel uncomfortable, or want to stop, just say so.”
Paula nodded briefly, grateful for that reassurance, before going back to kissing her and attacking Raven’s halter top. She lifted it over Raven’s head, revealing that, to no one’s surprise, Raven was not wearing a bra. Her big round breasts and dusky nipples spilled out into Paula’s view, and Paula’s hands latched onto them while she kissed Raven’s neck. Raven breathed hard, tilting her head to the side, enjoying Paula’s enthusiastic attention.
Raven scooted back and reached down to the hem of Paula’s shirt, tugging it up. Paula crossed her arms and yanked her shirt up and away, revealing her pearly bra. She dived forward and kissed Raven’s collarbone, burying her neck and upper chest in the pillow of Raven’s breasts, while Raven reached around to the clasp of Paula’s bra.
From her seat across the room, Bobbi was getting all kinds of excited, especially when Paula’s bra was tossed aside and her sister’s beautiful breasts were exposed to her view. Bobbi unfastened her jeans and slid her hand down inside her panties, finding a moist swamp there waiting for her as she began rubbing at her clit. She still couldn’t believe she was getting a front row seat to this kind of show, actually getting permission to see it instead of having to sneak around. What she’d always considered a bad habit was now being celebrated and rewarded.
Raven stood up from the bed and unfastened the shorts she was wearing, letting them slip down her legs and pool on the floor. All that remained was her black panties, which didn’t last long after that. Raven bent over, making a show for Bobbi’s benefit of sliding the garment down over the curve of her ass, exposing her naked pussy to Bobbi’s view with a wicked smirk back over her shoulder. Bobbi quivered with excitement.
In the brief moment that Raven’s attention was on Bobbi, Paula had started sliding her jeans off, and was working them down her legs. Raven climbed back onto the bed to help her, tugging at the pants legs and pulling them off, tossing them into the growing pile on the floor. Then Raven leaned over Paula and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. Paula lifted her ass off the bed, allowing Raven to slide them down and discard them, leaving Paula naked before the darker girl, as well as her excited little sister.
Raven bent down and cupped Paula’s breast, noting how erect her nipple was. She kissed around the areola, sending tingles of excitement through Paula’s body, before bringing her mouth to the stiff nipple and making Paula gasp aloud. Raven began languidly tonguing the stiff little nub, while her hand slid down Paula’s body, moving over the mound of her lower abdomen and teasing the top of her already dripping wet slit. When Raven’s finger first dipped into the cleft of Paula’s pussy, Paula gave a high-pitched little whimper and grabbed tighter onto Raven’s body, wanting to pull her closer and letting her hands roam over Raven’s bronze-colored flesh.