The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 22: An Avalanche of Support
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 22: An Avalanche of Support - 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
Zander awoke Monday morning in a similar position to the way he’d woken on Saturday morning: in Paula’s bed, his sister’s body comfortably pressed up against him, his arms wrapped around her in a blissful embrace. The difference this time was that he awoke with both of them already naked, his morning wood resting delightfully in the crack of her ass, which she was lazily rubbing back against him in her half-conscious state.
In spite of the crowd of people who had gathered in the house the day before—or perhaps because of it—Paula had felt an extra need for some brotherly comfort last night. As soon as they were sure everyone had gone to bed, Paula had sent Zander a text asking him to come into her room and “bring that big cock of yours with you.” They had taken their time, wanting to be slow and quiet, which allowed for a lot of tender kissing and loving gazes into each other’s eyes before they had finally fallen asleep with a fresh load of incestuous seed in her womb.
Now, as they woke, Zander found himself wondering if they had time for a repeat performance before school today. He palmed her breast in his hand and leaned over to kiss her neck. Paula moaned happily, indicating that she was awake as she craned her head back to him. “Good morning, Paula,” he said softly.
“Mmm,” she sighed contentedly, reaching back to stroke his head as she ground her ass more firmly against his erection. “This feels so nice. Why can’t we wake up like this more often?”
As if in answer, they heard Keiko’s voice ringing out from downstairs. “Come on, everyone! You’re gonna be late!”
With an annoyed grunt, Zander reluctantly pulled himself away from Paula and went to retrieve his pajama pants from the floor. “That’s why,” he drawled.
Paula hurriedly pulled on her bathrobe and peeked out into the hall. The last thing they needed was for the wrong person to see Zander coming out of Paula’s room first thing in the morning. Seeing that the coast was clear, she waved him out the door and he hurried into his own room, shutting it behind him a little too fast.
Five minutes later, freshly dressed for school, the twins arrived downstairs where their extended family was already gathered. The Ishizawa kids had taken their plates of the breakfast that Keiko and Madeline had busied themselves over to the mini table next to the kitchen, while Sota was seated with Rick, Marcus, Raven and Bobbi at the table in the dining room. As the two of them sat down, Keiko and Madeline appeared almost on cue with plates of strawberry-covered waffles for the both of them.
Paula was just about to start eating when Keiko laid a hand on her shoulder, drawing her attention up to her. “We’d understand if you wanted to stay home today, sweetie,” Keiko said with the tenderest look on her face.
“In fact, maybe you should,” Rick said. “After what you’ve just been through...”
“No, Mom, I’m not going to hide,” Paula shook her head. “I mean, what would I do here all day? Sit around and cry?”
“You could stay here with us!” Ami offered from the mini table, craning her head to call through the open door. “We’ll be here all day!”
“It’s why we came all the way here, isn’t it?” Mamoru added. “We got nowhere to go right now.”
Marcus quietly snorted. “Lucky homeschooled bastards,” he said under his breath.
“No,” Paula shook her head. “Thanks guys, but no. If I hide from everyone at school, that would be like letting Justin win. I’m not gonna let him get to me like that.”
“Go Paula!” Raven grinned, as Zander rubbed her shoulder encouragingly.
“Well, just know that if you change your mind and want to come home early, there’ll be somebody here for you,” Keiko offered.
“That being us,” Sota said, as Madeline stepped up beside him, watching Paula as she laid her hands on her husband’s shoulders.
“Thanks,” Paula said, trying to sound as earnest as she could, and finally proceeding to eat her breakfast.
It didn’t take long after they got to school for Paula to start seriously reconsidering her resolve to brave school today. It seemed like everyone had heard about what had happened at the party, and as she stepped into the halls, every set of eyes turned from their friends or lockers to watch her. Whispers followed her everywhere she went. It seemed like people were waiting for her to break down or collapse in front of them, or they couldn’t believe she was actually here.
And if she didn’t have Zander by her side with his arm around her shoulder, or Bobbi at her other side holding her hand, she might not have been. As much as she felt okay at home with just her siblings and friends, with the attention of everyone at school on her she felt as though she might crumble.
“Just keep walking,” Zander urged her. Paula bit her lip and nodded.
Then came the people approaching her and offering sympathy. First came Aria Bowen and Gwen Dean, whom she normally didn’t speak to much outside of chem class, but who now came hurrying up to her the moment they saw her. “Hey, Paula!” Aria said. “We heard what happened. Are you okay?”
“Justin is a creep!” Gwen put in. “The next time I see him...”
“Yeah, I’m okay, thanks,” Paula insisted. “I gotta get to class.”
Several more of her classmates approached her in the same way, offering much the same words of comfort and support, and Paula dealt with them all the same. It started to get a bit bothersome.
She took a seat next to Zander in their first period class, taking comfort in his presence for as long as she could. When she had to get to classes without him, she at least normally had Heather there to lean on in his place, and to help her field the torrent of unsolicited sympathy.
When Paula and Zander stepped out of their shared third period class, and after she gave her now tired response to yet another well-wisher, Zander pulled her closer to him and asked, “You holding up okay?”
“Yeah,” Paula moaned. “I just wish everyone would stop pestering me.”
“You should feel glad so many people are on your side,” Zander offered.
“Maybe,” she shrugged. Then she looked up at him, and said, “But I really only need you on my side.” Then as an afterthought, she added, “I mean, and Bobbi and Heather too, of course.”
“Well, anything I can do to prove I’m on your side?”
The gleam in her eye the moment he said that indicated exactly what she thought he could do. She looked around, and her eyes fell on the lonely, understated door to the boiler room. “Yeah, I think there is,” she said in a sly tone. Then leaning up to his ear she whispered, “I don’t think there’s going to be anyone down there.”
Almost immediately, Zander had sprung a full hard-on.
They barely took note of anyone around them as they dashed to the nearby door, taking only a second or two to see if anyone was watching them. They hurried down the short flight of stairs behind it, and the moment they reached the bottom and were sure they were alone in the cramped space of rusty iron and brick walls, they were on each other. Paula grabbed her brother’s face and pulled him into a volcanic kiss, while Zander grabbed his sister’s hips and mashed her crotch against the iron bar in his pants. Their tongues went wild probing each other’s mouths, making out like the horny teenagers they were, their hands unable to find a single part of each other’s body they didn’t want to grab.
Zander yanked Paula’s shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor as he bent to kiss the parts of her breasts that her bra didn’t cover. Paula had to fight between the urge to pull his face tighter against her chest and the need to get her pants off, and ended up doing a little of both before she got her head on clear enough to accomplish the latter. She bent and slid her jeans and panties down her legs together, leaving her wearing only her bra as she stepped out of them, and then turned around and leaned against the wall, presenting her ass to her brother.
As Zander started working his own pants off, he bent down to press his face into the crack of his sister’s hindquarters. Paula moaned as his tongue swiped at her folds that were already growing moist with anticipation. “Oh, don’t tease me Zander!” she panted. “We don’t have a lot of time!”
“Just making sure you’re wet and ready for me!”
“Oh, I’m ready! Just fuck me, quick!”
Zander dropped his pants to his ankles and awkwardly moved up behind his sister, aiming his cock at her opening and thrusting forward in one smooth motion when he found it.
Paula gasped as she felt her brother filling her up inside, feeling the exquisite hardness of his cock, the ridges of the head scraping along her inner walls in a way that set her nerves on fire.
She pushed her ass back to meet his thrust, wanting to take more of him inside her even after he bottomed out.
“Fuck, Paula, I can’t believe how good your pussy feels!” Zander breathed, reaching around and shoving her bra up and out of the way of his groping hands. Her distended nipples pressed into his palms as he continued to thrust.
“It can’t be half as good as your cock feels, Zander,” Paula breathed back, taking one hand off the wall and placing it on top of his. She directed his motion as he pawed at her breast, focusing his attention on where she wanted him to squeeze.
Zander kissed her neck, starting to speed up his thrusting. Paula’s moans were getting louder, and he started to worry about being heard. That seemed to be a regular problem with their new relationship, he realized. He cupped a hand not too gently over her mouth to muffle her, though a part of him worried if he was maybe being a bit rougher with her than she liked.
He needn’t have worried. His rough manhandling of her only turned Paula on more. She moaned hard into his hand, moving more insistently against him, if such a thing were possible. Her juices were dripping down her thighs by now, with more being pulled out each time his cock withdrew from her. She shot a hand down between her legs and began to rub at her throbbing clit, feeling herself speeding along the path to a shuddering climax.
Paula squealed against Zander’s hand, wanting to tell him how close she was getting but unable to speak. So she tried to tell him with her body, rocking faster to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to do the same, and started to lick the fingers that were covering her mouth. He got the message, ramping up speed as he approached his own release, and loosened his grip on her mouth enough to let her suck one of his fingers into it. She panted and moaned hungrily around his fingers, finally getting enough room to say, “Don’t stop! You’re gonna make me cum!”
Zander grunted through his teeth, trying to hold on just a little longer. His efforts were finally rewarded when Paula gasped sharply, throwing her head back as her pussy convulsed around him. Her contracting walls finally brought him past the point of no return, and he fired off a load of spunk deep inside his sister’s cunt.
They took a moment to catch their breath, panting as they leaned against the wall, Zander tenderly kissing the side of Paula’s face before he slid his softening cock out of her and bent to pull his pants up. Paula took a little longer to start making herself presentable, but eventually straightened up and pulled her bra down. When she pulled her panties back on, she paused, turning to face Zander with a salacious grin, biting her lower lip and cupping a hand over her crotch.
“What?” Zander asked.
“I’m gonna be dripping your cum all day now, brother,” she said in a husky whisper. “I’m gonna be sitting in math class with my brother’s cum soaking into my panties.”
Zander groaned and smiled, and pulled her into his arms. “You are a minx, sis.” And then he kissed her.
“If there was one good thing to come out of this mess, Zander, I’m really glad it was this,” she said, and kissed him back tenderly.
The sound of the fourth period bell indicated that they had finally been down here too long. With a sigh of disappointment they parted, finished getting dressed and made their way up the stairs and out the door one at a time. They stopped in the hall, resisting the urge to give each other a parting kiss before going to their separate classes. Paula settled for squeezing his hand once and saying, “See you later,” before they walked away.
It was at lunch when the attention Paula was getting took a truly ugly turn. When she and Heather stepped away from the food line and started carrying their trays to the tables, Paula came within sight of a few of the local goons who were known to frequent Justin’s pool parties and laugh sycophantically at his jokes, who started snickering when they saw her. “Hey, Paula! Did Justin really have to roofie you to get you in that pool house?” one of them asked with a mocking note of skepticism. “‘Cause I hear tell you went there looking to get laid!”
“Yeah, I saw the dress she was wearing, man,” one of the other ones said. “She was totally begging for it! I’ve seen hookers with more modesty!” Crude laughter followed this comment.
Paula shrank back, stung. Heather put a comforting hand on her arm before turning her furious gaze on the goons. “Why don’t you pigs get a life?” Heather demanded.
“Why, babe, you want some of it too?” one of them taunted, thrusting his crotch forward and wiggling his hips suggestively.
A new voice cut in from beside Paula. “If she was, she could probably find several bigger than yours.” Paula and Heather turned to see Lance stepping up beside them, while several “Ooohs” echoed from around the cafeteria.
“Come on,” Paula said, pushing past them and continuing on to the tables before the goon squad could make any kind of crude comeback. Which it looked like they definitely wanted to make when she happened to glance back at them.
Paula sat down with Heather beside her, with Lance taking the seat across the table from them. “So I’m sure you’re sick of hearing it by now Paula, but are you really okay?” Lance asked.
Paula grinned softly. “Yeah, I’m okay.” He was right, she was a bit sick of hearing it, but somehow it felt more genuine coming from him.
“I wish I could’ve been there to pummel that asshole,” Lance said. “At least someone was there to do it.”
Paula raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You really would’ve rather been there than with Heather? Getting laid?”
Lance opened his mouth to respond, then closed it, unable to get the words out. Chivalry compelled him to deny it, but apparently he didn’t want to be dishonest. In spite of everything, Paula laughed a little.
“You know, actually,” Heather said, fidgeting in her seat, “I wanted to talk to you both about that.”
“Hey, Heather, I told you I’m not mad about that,” Paula said quickly. “I don’t blame you for anything.”
“I know, I know,” Heather said. “That’s not ... well, I mean...”
“Do you regret what we did?” Lance asked, with just a hint of trepidation in his voice.
“No!” Heather said in a hurry, looking up at him and opening her eyes wide to emphasize the point. “That was...” she paused, suddenly remembering she was in a public place, and lowered her voice to say, “That was great. Really, really great.”
Lance smiled gratefully, and reached across the table to squeeze Heather’s hand.
“But,” Heather went on, “you remember what I said was supposed to happen that night? You, me, and Paula?” She lowered her head and raised her eyebrows, trying to convey with her eyes what she didn’t dare say out here where anyone could hear them.
“Oh, yeah, I remember that,” Lance said in a slightly overwhelmed tone. “A bit hard to forget that part.”
“But it didn’t happen that way. We both wanted to be with you, and I got you, but Paula didn’t.”
“Heather, really, you don’t have to—” Paula started.
“I think I do,” Heather insisted. She looked Paula straight in the eyes and said, “Paula, do you still want to be with Lance?”
Paula suddenly fell silent. After what had happened between her and Zander, she no longer knew how to answer that. She turned and looked at Lance, examining him; his handsome boyish features, his surfer-boy mop of hair, that tender expression that was waiting pensively for her answer. And she remembered all the reasons why she’d started crushing on him in the first place, from when he’d lent her his notes in trig class with that devilish smile, to the way he never failed to pay her an honest compliment before asking to take her picture and always sounding like he meant it.
Yeah, her relationship with Zander had changed radically in the last couple of days. But had the way she felt about Lance changed too?
No. No it hadn’t. She still wanted him.
“Is that a yes?” Lance asked. “A no? ... A ‘dear god, help me’?”
Heather seemed to take Paula’s continued silence for an affirmative. “Lance, when Paula and I realized we were both into you, we agreed we weren’t gonna let a guy come between us. That’s why we came up with the whole threesome plan. And now we’re in the position where I’ve been with you and she hasn’t.”
Paula and Lance both looked at Heather at once, starting to get the sense of where she was going with this. “So what, are you saying you want me to...?”
“Take Paula on a date,” Heather said.
A bit of the air seemed to drain out of the room. “Not what I thought you were gonna say,” Paula admitted.
“Likewise,” Lance agreed.
“Well,” Heather put in with a coy smile, “that’s not to say the date can’t still end the way you’re thinking. But really, I think Paula deserves to have you take her out for the night, just to have a good time, and then maybe, depending on how things go...”
Lance turned a look at Paula, who was thinking really hard about what Heather was suggesting. “Don’t feel like you have to do this just to even the score,” he said.
“It’s just a date,” Heather said. “I’m not suggesting you two go down to the boiler room and get frisky right now.”
Paula let out a nervous laugh, remembering what she had just done a short while ago with Zander. She noticed Heather and Lance staring at her curiously, and she cleared her throat and just said, “Nothing.”
“Well what do you say, Paula?” Lance asked. “Feel like going for some coffee or something? Or a movie maybe? Or something a little more creative I haven’t thought of yet?”
Paula cracked a smile, feeling herself getting very close to saying yes. But something stopped her.
“Um ... can you hold that thought for one minute? I need to talk to Heather about something.”
“Uh, okay,” Lance shrugged, as Paula stood up from the table and pulled a perplexed Heather along with her.
They took a few steps away from the table, standing in the open where they were a fair distance from anyone who might hear. “What’s wrong?” Heather asked. “Is it about me? You worried about hurting me?”
“Well ... I’d be lying if I said no, but that’s not it. It’s...”
Sudden comprehension dawned on Heather. “Oh, it’s about Zander!”
Paula rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably. “I know he’s my brother, but...”
“You can’t date him, right?” Heather pointed out.
“No,” Paula admitted.
“But you can date Lance. And you want to, right?”
Paula fidgeted uncomfortably again. “It just feels like I’d be going behind his back.”