The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 20: Aftershocks
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 20: Aftershocks - 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
Keiko had made a lot of questionable choices in her life. It was hardly the first time she’d found herself driving home in the same clothes she’d worn the previous day after falling asleep at a guy’s house, because she’d unexpectedly passed out from the combination of drugs and sex. That didn’t change the fact that it always made her angry with herself when it happened.
The fact was, even if she hadn’t fallen asleep after the marathon fucking she’d received from Barry and Arlene, she’d have been too wasted from the drugs to drive home last night anyway. She’d ultimately woken up this morning to find that her hosts hadn’t made any effort to make her comfortable after she passed out, other than to throw a blanket on top of her. She’d woken to find herself on the couch of their playroom, still naked save for that dog collar, with her clothes and purse still in the living room where she’d left them. And Barry and Arlene were nowhere to be seen, but she most certainly heard them, up in their bedroom fucking up a storm, utterly unconcerned with the roughly-fucked guest they had unceremoniously left downstairs. She had opted not to bother them, and had simply dressed in a hurry, hoping her hair and makeup didn’t look too horrific, and slipped out their front door without so much as a goodbye.
Now on the way home, she was alternating between gunning it, trying to drive home as fast as she could and speeding through every yellow light whether it was advisable or not, and sitting there wallowing, getting honked at several times when she’d been too lost in her own embarrassment with herself to notice the light had turned green. She was about a mile away from the house when the sound of Zander’s ringtone started coming out of her purse. She was not in a position to pick it up, but hopefully Zander would be at home when she got there in a minute and she could hear what he had to say when she got there.
Well ... she could hear it after she cleaned herself up a bit and had some caffeine in her.
Her phone continued ringing unanswered, making her more uncomfortable the longer it went on with her being unable to answer it. It stopped ringing only a few blocks from the house, and she silently whispered an apology to her son that he couldn’t hear.
She finally pulled into the driveway, noting with some relief that Zander’s car was there. She stopped and sat there for a moment, finally taking a moment to look at herself in the mirror in her visor. She looked ... well, it wasn’t the best she’d looked, but she decided she wasn’t going to scare away children at least. Her hair was a little ruffled, but it wasn’t a bird’s nest. Her makeup could use a bit of touching up, but she didn’t look like a clown who’d been mugged in an alley. Both of those were things she’d thought of herself on certain mornings in the past, and she was glad at least none of her kids would see her in that condition.
She clambered out of her car and stumbled up to the front door, needing a moment to find her correct key to get in. As she entered her house and started making her way up the stairs, she heard running footsteps above her. She looked up to see Zander appear at the top of the stairs, staring down at her.
“Mom, where the hell have you been?”
“I’m sorry, Zander, I didn’t mean to stay out all night,” she said, continuing up the stairs past him. “I was with a friend from work, and I ... had a little too much to drink,” she thought up on the spot, carefully steering around the truth.
“Mom, I tried calling you last night and again just now. Didn’t you hear my voicemail?”
Keiko paused. In fact she had not even thought to check her phone for voicemail on her way out of Barry’s house. “No, I’m sorry. And I’m also sorry I couldn’t pick up just now, but I was driving. But I’m here, not in a ditch. I’m sorry I worried you.”
“Mom—”
“Look, Zander, whatever it is, can it wait until after I’ve had a shower and some coffee? Frankly I’m a mess right now.” She started toward the master bedroom again.
“Mom, Paula was raped last night!”
Keiko’s feet immediately rooted themselves in place, and her purse dropped to the floor. She whirled around, her eyes going wide, the words she had just heard echoing over and over in her head as her brain attempted to make sense of them. “WHAT?!?!?”
“We were at a party, this guy Justin slipped something in her drink, I found her passed out in the pool house with him ... on top of her. I punched him out, called the cops and brought her home.”
Keiko stood there slack jawed, staring at Zander as she tried to form a coherent word. When she finally did say something, it was to shriek “PAULA!!” as she bolted past Zander to Paula’s room.
She burst in to find Paula sitting on her bed in a baggy shirt with no pants, scrolling her phone. Paula jerked her head up when Keiko rushed to her side and cupped her face. “Paula? My baby? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, Mom, I’m okay,” Paula said, nodding. “I’m okay now. Zander was there for me.”
Keiko sighed bitterly at herself. “I should have been there for you. I’m your mother! And I didn’t even check my goddamn voicemail this morning! God, what I was doing when this was happening to you...”
“Why, what were you doing Mom?” said another voice. Keiko turned her head to see Bobbi standing inside the doorway, next to Zander.
Keiko hesitated, not about to tell her children the details of her evening with Barry and Arlene. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m here for you now!”
“Mom, I told you, I’m okay now. I had my brother and sister here, they made it better for me.” There was something odd about the way Paula looked at Zander and Bobbi as she said that; something that led Keiko to suspect there was something her daughter wasn’t telling her. She turned to glance at her other children again, who shared a guilty look with each other, and before they turned their eyes up and tried to look nonchalant. Keiko was sorely tempted to ask them what that was about, but then, she wasn’t being completely forthcoming with them either.
Keiko decided to focus on what was important here. “What about the boy who did this to you?”
“The cops grilled him last night,” Zander explained. “Paula was too out of it to give a statement, so they’re gonna come back here later today for it.”
Keiko nodded, breathing steadily. “What about your father, does he know what happened?”
“I tried calling him last night too,” Zander said. “He didn’t pick up either. In fact, neither did Raven. Nobody answered their phone last night.”
“Marcus?” Keiko asked.
Zander let his eyes roll shut. “Oh, I didn’t think to call him.”
“Then I will,” Keiko said. “And I should call your grandparents. The rest of the family should know too.”
“Uncle Sota?” Bobbi asked.
Now Keiko hesitated. Bobbi was right, the rest of the family did include her brother. The one she’d always tried to limit her contact with. But under the circumstances, she probably didn’t have a lot of excuse to be coy around him. “Yes, I’ll call him too.”
“And what about Lily?” Bobbi asked. Paula’s eyes widened in distress, looking at Bobbi not too pleasantly.
Now that was another ball of wax. Keiko privately wondered how long it had been since one of her younger children had even mentioned their older sister’s name. She had no personal objections to reaching out to her eldest daughter, but the question of whether or not Lily would answer was the difficult one. But she had to try, at least. However little Lily seemed interested in her family anymore, she still deserved to know what had happened in it.
“Of course. I’ll let her know. Now let’s get some pants on you, Paula, and then we’ll get the police over here. And then I’m gonna make you something really special to eat. And lots of it.”
“Rick?” Krista asked. They were seated at a glass table on an outdoor terrace, enjoying a very classy lunch under the blue sky and windblown palm trees. Krista leaned forward over her salad to stare into Rick’s face with a look of deepest concern, and looking across the table at Carlos and Srishti, they had similar furrowed-brow expressions as they looked at him.
Rick didn’t know what his face looked like just then, but if it looked anything like the shock he was feeling from the voicemail he had just heard from Zander, he didn’t blame them.
His arm went almost dead limp as it fell to the table with his phone in it. He didn’t know how to form words at this moment. For so long he had barely spoken to his children, and now this had happened to one of them. The thing every parent of a teenage girl feared the most. Was this somehow his own fault?
“Rick, what’s wrong?” Srishti asked.
He looked up at his companions around the table, and focused his attention on Krista. “We have to go home.”
“What?” Krista gasped.
“My daughter’s been raped.”
Krista’s eyes went wide and she clapped a hand over her open mouth.
“Oh my god, Rick!” Srishti whimpered.
“Jesus Christ,” Carlos groaned.
Rick sighed in apology as he looked at the couple seated across from him. “I’m sorry we have to cut our time together short.”
“No, of course, we understand,” Srishti said sincerely. “Your family definitely needs you now.”
“You know, I’m on a school faculty, so I’ve got connections to teen help centers for things like this,” Carlos offered. “You need anything, you call me, okay?”
“Thanks, Carlos, I appreciate that.” He stood up, and took Krista’s hand to lift her from her seat. “Come on, let’s go get our bags packed.”
Marcus marched across campus with a grimness he didn’t remember having ever felt before. He was supposed to be meeting Mina for a simple lunch date; instead he was going to meet her for a much less pleasant reason.
When he arrived at the school food court, she looked up from her phone at him with a sly smile and a friendly wave, but her pleasant look slowly soured as he got closer and she saw how serious he looked. “Marcus?” she asked as he approached.
“Hey, Mina,” he said. “I’m sorry to have to do this, but we’re gonna have to take a raincheck on lunch today. I gotta drive home.”
“What?” Mina sat up in her chair, looking at him like he’d lost his mind. “What do you mean you gotta drive home?”
“My mom just called. Something happened to Paula.”
Mina slowly stood up, staring at him unblinking. “What do you mean, something? What happened?”
“I mean she was at a party last night and someone roofied her drink. She was date raped.”
“Oh my god! Is she okay?”
“Mom thinks she is, but ... I should be there for her. So, like I said, rain check. Sorry.”
He turned to leave, and was about to say he’d call her later when she said, “Wait, let me come with you.”
He stopped and looked at her in surprise. “Hey, you don’t have to do that.”
“Yes I do!” Mina insisted, marching up to him. “Paula’s my family too, and if you’re gonna be there to support her, then I should be there with you!”
Marcus smiled, and placed an appreciative hand on Mina’s shoulder. “Yeah, that’s right, you are our family. And you’re damn good at it, too.”
Sota didn’t know what he was more disturbed by: what he had just learned had happened to his niece, or the fact that this was what it had taken for Keiko to finally reach out to him. So many years of her keeping him at arm’s length, only seeing him at Thanksgiving and only calling him when the pressure of their parents demanded it, and now she finally called him to give him this news.
He stood up from the couch, just as Madeline was emerging from the kitchen with a glass of iced tea. She noticed his stiff posture and asked, “Sota? Everything all right?”
“Where are the kids?” he asked.
“Upstairs in Ami’s room having sex, I think. Why?”
“I need to talk to them,” he said, starting for the stairs. “You’d better hear this too.”
She looked at him curiously, but didn’t argue as she followed him up the stairs. As she’d correctly surmised, Ami was face-down on her bed with her ass in the air, moaning into her pillow, while Mamoru rutted away at his sister from behind, breathing through his teeth as he gripped Ami’s hips like a vice.
“Kids, stop for a minute, I need to talk to you.”
“Ooh, just a minute, Daddy,” Ami moaned. “I’m so close! OOOOOHHHH!”
Sota sighed. “All right, just make it quick.” He stood and folded his arms, watching and waiting for another three minutes as Mamoru fucked his sister to a wailing orgasm, and then collapsed forward over her back as he released his load inside her.
Sota somewhat impatiently gave them another minute to cool off before he rather sternly said, “Finished?”
Ami and Mamoru looked up at him, their brows furrowing as they slowly disengaged and turned to sit and face him, Ami grabbing some tissues and holding them to her crotch to stop the leakage. “Yeah, Dad, we’re finished,” Mamoru said warily, sensing the urgency of his tone.
“Sota, what’s going on?” Madeline asked from his side, looking at him with worry.
Sota glanced briefly at his wife, before turning his attention back to his kids. “I just got off the phone with your aunt Keiko. Your cousin Paula was raped last night.”
Shocked gasps went around the room. “Holy shit!” Mamoru breathed.
“Is she okay?” Ami exclaimed.
“Who did this? Did they catch him?” Madeline gaped, her eyes wide.
“It was some ex-boyfriend of hers at a party. And Keiko thinks she’s okay for right now, but she’s still worried.”
“Well, should we go to them or something?” Ami asked, standing up from her bed.
“Yeah, we probably should,” Mamoru agreed.
Sota hesitated. Regardless of the circumstances, he wasn’t sure how amenable Keiko would be to having him drop by when it wasn’t an obligatory holiday.
Madeline seemed to sense his uncertainty, and laid a hand on his shoulder. “I think going to them sounds like a really good idea,” she said. “You’ve been hoping for years for a chance to mend fences with your sister. As terrible as the reasons are, this might be the chance you’re looking for.”
She had a fair point. He really did want to make Keiko feel like she could get close to him again (with or without the specific kind of closeness they had in high school). He just wished it hadn’t taken her daughter being violated to make that possible.
He smiled gently at his wife, and turned to his kids. “Start packing some clothes.”
Raven felt like she’d been in a state of numb disbelief all morning, ever since she’d heard Zander’s shocking voicemail. Even after she’d called Paula to check on her and Paula insisted she was okay, Raven’s brain refused to accept that. She needed to look Paula in the eyes and ask her honestly before she believed that the girl wasn’t traumatized for life.
Terrance turned an eye toward her as he turned his car around a corner. “Hey, you alive over there?” he asked. “You’ve been real quiet since we left my place.”
She didn’t even acknowledge that she’d heard him at first, continuing to stare out the window at the houses going by.
“Raven?”
“I shouldn’t have put my phone on silent,” she quietly mumbled. “I should have been there to answer my phone when he called. I should have at least picked it up and looked at it before we fell asleep.”
“Whoa, are you seriously playing the guilt game here?” Terrance said. “You’re not their babysitter, Raven. You’ve got your own life. You couldn’t know this was gonna happen!”
Just like with Paula’s assurances, Terrance’s rang just as hollow. However right he might have been, her mind just wouldn’t believe it.
The back of Terrance’s hand suddenly smacked her on the arm. “Hey!” he said sharply, drawing her wide-eyed attention. “You knock it off now! This isn’t even remotely your fault! So you silenced your phone, ‘cause we wanted some privacy. People do that. Like, all the time. And even if you’d gotten his call when he made it, it’s not like you could’ve stopped this happening, ‘cause it would’ve still been after the fact. You’re doing all you can, going to be with your friend now. That’s what matters. So quit beating yourself up.” He paused for a moment to let that sink in, before he added with a smirk, “Or I’m gonna start doing it for you.”
That finally earned him a smile. “Like you could.”
Terrance smiled gently, and laid a hand on his sister’s arm. That helped.
The cop cars parked in front of the Greenfield house, however, did not help.
Raven let herself and Terrance into the house to find Paula seated on the family room couch with a balding, mustached detective sitting in front of her, writing on a notepad, while his younger partner hovered in the background. Zander and Bobbi were seated on either side of Paula, and Keiko was watching from the easy chair a short distance away, leaning forward with elbows on her knees. They all looked up as Raven entered, and she hurried to kneel in front of Paula and take her hands in her own. “Oh, Paula!” Raven whimpered. “I’m so sorry about this! Are you really okay?”
“Yes, Raven, I told you on the phone I’m okay,” Paula said sincerely.
“Really?” Raven said, probing. “You’re really sure?”
Paula looked at Zander with eyes filled with a kind of love that Raven had never seen on her before. “Yes,” Paula said, not taking her eyes off her brother. “I’m sure.”
Now Raven let go of Paula’s hands, examining the way the girl in front of her was locking eyes with her brother. Could it be?
“Is this girl family?” the mustached cop asked the room in general.
“She’s a houseguest,” Keiko explained. “She’s dating my oldest.”
“Were you at this party last night?” the detective asked Raven directly this time.
“No, I wasn’t. I only heard about it this morning.” Then when she saw the detective’s eyes turn toward Terrance at the back of the room, she added, “That’s my brother. He wasn’t there either.”
“But we were,” said a new voice. Everyone looked up to see Heather and Andie appearing through the door that Raven had not shut behind her. “I didn’t see much, but I can give a statement too,” Heather said.
“Yeah, me too,” Andie nodded agreeably.
“All right then, you have a seat,” the mustached detective said, pointing to Heather. Then he pointed to Andie and said, “You wait in the next room, we’ll get to you next. I think these three have answered my questions for them.”
Paula got up from the couch with Zander and Bobbi in tow. Before sitting down herself, Heather flew at Paula and tackled her with an embrace that was full of tears, looking for all the world like she never wanted to let her go. Then she looked up and cupped Paula’s face, her eyes wet and puffy and her jaw quivering like she was struggling to find a single word to say. Paula gently removed Heather’s hands from her face and said, “Really, Heather, I’m okay.”
Heather sniffed, and nodded her acceptance.
Heather sat down, while the cop started asking her name and relation to the victim and her version of events. Keiko took Andie’s arm and guided her into the kitchen, while Raven followed Paula, Zander and Bobbi to the living room. As they got there, the Greenfield kids stopped to regard Terrance for the first time. “Oh, I guess you haven’t met my brother,” Raven said. “This is Terrance.”
“Hey,” Terrance said, shaking Zander’s hand. “I heard you pulled your sister outta there?”
“Yes, he did,” Paula said, laying a tender hand on Zander’s shoulder that once again produced a question mark above Raven’s head.
“You beat up the guy that did it?” Terrance asked.
“To a bloody pulp,” Zander confirmed. “I hope I knocked a few teeth loose.”
“Well then,” Terrance said proudly, “from one big brother to another, you’ve got my seal of approval.”
Zander looked at Paula awkwardly. “Uh, we’re actually twins.”
“But you’re eight minutes older than her, aren’t you?” Raven pointed out. Zander looked at Paula again, and she shrugged.
“He’s my big brother!” Bobbi chirped. Everyone stared at her silently. Bobbi looked uncomfortably at everyone and insisted, “Well he is!”
Paula laughed. It was a huge balm to Raven’s soul to find that she still could. Maybe she really was okay after all.
Terrance politely took his leave after that, and Heather and Andie each finished giving their statements in turn. The detectives assured them that they’d be informed of any updates in the case against Justin before they left.
Keiko came and joined everyone else in the living room. She approached Paula and explained, “Marcus is on his way home now. And he’s bringing Mina with him.”
“Mina?” Paula said in surprise.
“Of course,” Raven thought out loud. “She would want to come.”
“Wait, who’s Mina?” Andie asked.
Heather was visibly searching her memory, and then blurted, “Oh, I remember, that’s your cousin! She goes to the same school as Marcus, right?”
“Yeah,” Paula nodded. “Most of us only see her at Thanksgiving. Or the rest of her family.”
“‘Most of us,’” Raven mumbled under her breath with a slight grin. She’d seen Mina a little more recently than that. And a lot of her.
Keiko went on, “Your father should be home some time tomorrow afternoon.” Now she paused, a bit uncomfortable. “And ... Uncle Sota and his family are coming tomorrow to stay with us for a few days.”
Now several more eyes widened. “Uncle Sota?” Bobbi said brightly. “And Aunt Madeline? Ami and Mamoru?”
“Yes, all of them,” Keiko nodded.