The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 25: Next Steps
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 25: Next Steps - 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
Sota had gotten the family SUV onto the highway by the time Madeline finally addressed the dour mood he obviously had. “Why don’t you tell us what’s wrong, darling?” she asked.
Sota briefly took his eyes off the road to glance at his wife in the passenger seat beside him. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve hardly said a word since we left your sister’s place,” Madeline said. “Obviously something’s bothering you.”
“Yeah, Dad,” Mamoru spoke up from the seat behind him. “We can see it too.”
“If you want to find a place to pull over, I could cheer you up with a blowjob, Dad,” Ami offered.
That got a laugh out of him. “I appreciate that, sweetie, but that’s not necessary.”
Ami’s voice turned to a seductive purr. “Maybe I want to.”
“You could always give me one,” Mamoru suggested, which earned him a playful shove.
“All right, save it for when we get home,” Madeline said. She turned back to her husband and continued, “Really, Sota, I wish you’d just talk to us. You’re not still worried about Paula, are you?”
“No, it’s not her. I really think she’s gonna be okay.” He sighed, and finally decided to just come out with it. “It’s actually a conversation I had with Keiko that I’m thinking about.”
“About what?”
“About ... us. Her and me.”
“You mean about how you and Aunt Keiko used to fuck?” Mamoru asked.
Ami swatted her brother on the arm. “Mamoru! Show a little sensitivity, will you?”
“What?”
Madeline shot her kids a mildly annoyed look, before rubbing Sota’s arm. “Go on,” she said.
“When Raven told us her plan to get the Greenfields into incest, I have to admit, I was excited. I thought it might be a chance to reconnect, to let her really be a part of our family again. But after talking with her, I think that might be a little harder than I thought.”
“But she’s already done that with you, right?” Mamoru said. “She’s already done incest stuff, so how hard could it be?”
“Yeah, Mamoru, we did that. The problem is, your aunt still thinks it was a mistake. She’s ashamed of what we did back then. And she has been for a long, long time. I don’t think it’s gonna be so easy for her get past that mindset.”
“But what did she say about it that has you bothered now?” Madeline asked. “You must have at least already suspected she thought that, or you would have already told her about us. About ... what we do as a family. Your old relationship with her was the reason you were open to raising our kids the way we did, and yet you’ve never told her about it.”
Sota sighed through his nose. “Yeah, that’s true. I did suspect that, ever since she jetted off to college and stopped returning my calls. By the time Mina was old enough that we started having sex with her, Keiko and I were only seeing each other once a year, and she never even mentioned what we used to do. It was like she was trying to pretend it never happened. So the idea of talking to her about our family? I just never got the feeling she’d want to hear it. And this conversation I had with her yesterday, she pretty much confirmed that. It was the first time I’ve heard her acknowledge our old relationship out loud in over twenty years, and her exact words were, ‘Don’t you realize how fucked up what we did in high school was?’”
A moment of uncomfortable silence filled the car. Ami finally said in a small voice, “So ... you don’t think she’ll be open to ... that? With us? ... Ever?” The sadness in her tone was heartbreaking.
“Well, I don’t know if I’d go that far,” Sota admitted.
“I wouldn’t put it past Raven to come up with a way to change her mind,” Madeline offered. Then she turned to look over her shoulder at Ami and Mamoru. “And if I understand right, the Greenfield kids have already come around?”
Ami and Mamoru shared a wicked look. “Oh, that’s for sure,” Ami said as they both started to snicker.
Sota was again prompted to briefly take his eyes off the road and look back over his shoulder at his laughing kids. “So you and your cousins? It happened, I take it?”
“Only with Bobbi,” Mamoru said. “Paula had that date, and Zander ... wanted to show solidarity with her or something, I didn’t quite get it.”
“Yeah, but Bobbi?” Ami said with a grin. “When she found out about us, she was all over it! That girl’s a little nympho in the making!”
“How did she find out, if I may ask?” Madeline asked.
Now the kids fell awkwardly silent again. “Um...” Ami stammered.
“Well, she ... kinda caught us in the act,” Mamoru admitted uncomfortably.
“Out by the pool, the night before last,” Ami elaborated.
Madeline’s eyes widened. “You two had sex outside at your aunt’s house? Where anyone could see you?”
“Well, yeah, but...” Mamoru squirmed under his mother’s accusing tone.
“That was kinda the point,” Ami quickly put in.
“Explain,” Sota demanded.
“It ... was sort of Raven’s idea,” Mamoru said.
Sota and Madeline both slumped into their seats. “Of course it was,” Madeline sighed.
Ami explained, “Raven came to us after dinner, and suggested it might be fun if we made use of the pool after people started going to bed, and hinted that a few of the bedrooms looked right down on the yard if we wanted to get a little frisky. I thought it was crazy when she first said it, but she was persuasive. She kept hinting we might get a nice surprise if someone saw us.”
“A nice surprise,” Mamoru repeated with a chuckle. “Like getting to fuck the hell out of Bobbi.”
“Oh, shit,” Sota moaned, and turned a look at Madeline. “I bet Keiko saw them too. That’s what brought on her chat with me. I thought she was just feeling regretful over the years we’ve spent apart, but she might have been reacting to seeing Ami and Mamoru together.”
“Maybe that’s what Raven was hoping for,” Madeline thought out loud. She paused to think some more, and went on, “It makes a certain kind of sense. Raven wants Keiko to eventually know what we’re doing, and if someone just told her verbally she probably would have thrown a fit and slammed the door in their face. But seeing it for herself, catching a pair of us in a private moment? That’s gonna stick with her for a while. She can’t unsee that.”
“Sounds risky to me,” Sota said.
“So was telling me about your old relationship with her, if you remember,” Madeline said with a smirk. “That worked out pretty well.”
Sota took his eyes off the road a little longer than he should have to look at his wife. “Okay, yeah, fair point.”
“And by the way,” Ami said, “Bobbi says she’s really looking forward to seeing us again. She thinks she might be open to joining us for a family orgy some time.”
“Yeah, she just about had another orgasm on the spot when we suggested that to her,” Mamoru added. “I swear, it made her pussy get even hotter for the second round! And remember, Ami, the way she sucked my creampie out of you like she was starving for it?”
“Yeah, it was so sexy!” Ami agreed, her face flushing with excitement. “She’s still working on her technique, but once you get her going, she’s insatiable!”
Madeline turned in her seat to look back at Mamoru, noting the tent he had formed in his khaki shorts at the memory. Ami had noticed it too, as she reached a hand over to place atop her brother’s crotch. “Ooh, is someone getting a little turned on over here?” Ami said.
He wasn’t the only one. “Sota, darling,” Madeline said, “you think you could drive a little faster?”
“I suppose, why?”
“Because I’m suddenly feeling the need to get home and fuck these kids of ours as soon as possible.”
The round of laughter that ran through the car signaled everyone’s approval.
Zander found it difficult to focus on school that day, as his mind kept returning to the prospect of what Paula had suggested last night. He supposed the idea had already been somewhere in the back of his mind, unacknowledged, given how quickly he’d gotten over the initial shock of the idea. Now that he was seriously considering it, it was all he could think of.
And it was definitely an idea that held a certain appeal.
But first, the other involved party needed to agree to it.
Paula waited until the last class let out to call everyone involved to a meeting spot out behind the bleachers. Zander arrived to find Paula and Heather there, talking about something in hushed voices, Paula wearing a tiny little smile that promised something was coming. “Hey,” he announced himself.
“Hi Zander,” Heather said softly.
“Have you told her yet?” he asked Paula.
“Not yet, we’re just waiting for ... oh, here he is!”
They turned to see Lance striding over. He looked around with a bit of uncertainty, though most of his attention was for Paula. “Hey everyone,” he said. He studied Paula for a second, regarded Heather and Zander, and then asked, “Am I in the right company to give you a hello kiss?”
“Of course you are,” Paula purred, and moved into his arms to do just that. Lance accepted her kiss, and then again looked at both Heather and Zander as if worried about needing permission from them.
“So Paula tells me your date went pretty well,” Heather said.
“Yeah, some parts more than others, I’d say,” Lance said, with a pointed look toward Zander that made him want to take a step back.
“So, yeah, about that,” Paula said, and turned to look around at everyone, letting them know she was addressing them all. “You all know by now this is a bit of a tangle we’re all in, with me and Heather and Lance, and me and Lance and...” She stopped short of saying Zander’s name aloud, and turned to check that no one was eavesdropping.
If anyone had been, Heather would have left no room for doubt when her eyes went wide and she gasped, “Wait a minute, you told him? About you and your brother?”
“Wait, she knows?” Lance said, blinking in surprise.
“Heather and I have no secrets from each other,” Paula declared. “And yes, Heather, I told him. Right after some really, really good sex!” she added with a grin at Lance. And damned if the guy didn’t start to blush.
“Oooo-kay,” Heather stammered, a whole array of emotions playing out across her face, from discomfort to jealousy to uncertainty to being happy for her friend all in the space of a few seconds.
“So the question is, where do we go from here?” Paula said. “Like I’ve said already, Heather and I promised we wouldn’t let a guy come between us, and now that we’ve both been with you, Lance, we have to decide how to make that work.” She paused, and stepped over to Zander, laying a tender hand on his arm. “But I also said that I don’t want to have to choose between Lance and Zander.”
“Yeah, that’s ... a pickle,” Lance said, not trying to hide that he’d chosen a euphemism.
“But I think I have the solution,” Paula said, looking pointedly at Zander before looking around at the others again. Zander’s heart rose into his throat. This was it. The big idea was about to be laid on the table.
“So ... what is it?” Heather asked, looking nervous herself.
Paula’s response was to give Heather a Mona Lisa smile. She moved over to her friend, walking slowly enough to let Heather’s nerves grow more tense as she got closer.
“Um, Paula?”
Paula took hold of Heather’s shoulders and forcibly turned her around, so that Heather was facing right toward Zander. Then, before Heather could ask what was going on, Paula gave her a shove. Heather staggered forward, stumbling right into Zander’s arms, reflexively putting her hands on his chest to steady herself as he took hold of her. Then Heather lifted her head, awkwardly adjusting her glasses to look up into Zander’s face.
And then she got it.
“Oh,” Heather said in a small voice.
“It’s perfect!” Paula said in a much bigger voice. “Heather, you and Zander should totally hook up! We’d be all balanced out!”
“Wait, so then...” Lance started, but seemed at a loss to voice his thoughts.
“Both Heather and I want you, Lance, and I want both you and Zander. The only way this arrangement is fair to all of us is if we all share. And obviously I can’t date my brother, at least not officially, but Heather can! If both of us share both of you...”
Lance blew out a bewildered breath. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea that my would-be girlfriend is asking for a hall pass to be with her own brother!”
“I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea that you told him that,” Zander muttered.
“So?” Paula said, turning to Heather, “what do you think?”
Zander was suddenly very conscious of the fact that he was still holding Heather. Embarrassed, he hurriedly let go of her. “Sorry,” he said. Then he added, “But yeah, what do you think?” he asked.
Heather looked at him again, as if she was seeing him for the first time, and said nothing. She was studying something familiar from an entirely new angle. The fact that she wasn’t pulling away from him or wrinkling her nose in revulsion was promising. Instead, she was really looking at him. It was plain to see that she was honestly considering this.
“We don’t have to do anything crazy right away,” Zander offered. “We can start simple, like a coffee or a movie or something and see where it takes us.”
“Or, hey,” Paula said, “let’s make it a double date! All four of us should go out! Lance can be my date, and Heather, you can be Zander’s.”
“Well, I can get my head around that idea at least,” Lance shrugged.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Zander said mildly. Then he turned a questioning look at Heather and asked, “Does it sound good?”
Heather regarded him for a few seconds more, and then suddenly broke out in a bright little smile. “Sure. I’d like that,” she said.
Zander’s heart lifted. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Heather said with a light shrug, “why not? Let’s do it!”
“Yay!” Paula cheered, giving a little clap and turning to embrace Lance. “This is gonna be great!”
“Yeah, heh, I bet,” Lance awkwardly laughed in agreement.
Zander really wanted to join Paula in her burst of elation, but some niggling thoughts in the back of his mind held him back. The stupid grin that wanted to break out on his face became shaky and unstable as he paused to think. He lifted his head to Paula and said, “Hey, Paula, you think you and Lance could give us a minute?”
Paula looked puzzled for a moment, but then shrugged with a smile. “Sure, take your time, stud.” She took Lance’s hand and started pulling him away. “Come on, other stud, let’s give them a bit of space.”
Once Paula and Lance had stepped out of earshot, Heather looked up at Zander with concern. “What is it?”
“Heather, I hope you’re not agreeing to this out of some sense of obligation,” Zander said. “I don’t want you to think you owe me or something, or you owe Paula, and just want to balance the scales. Especially since that kind of sounds like what Paula’s trying to do.”
“Zander, no!” Heather insisted, laying a hand on his arm. “I really would be interested in dating you.”
Zander blinked, waiting to see if she was going to add qualifiers or conditionals. “Really?”
Then she blushed a little. “The other day, when I ambushed you outside the bathroom at your house?”
“When you kissed me?”
Heather nodded. “If you want to know the truth, that kiss wasn’t just a thank you for taking care of Paula. Despite what I said at the time. It actually was kind of ... acting out an old fantasy.”
Zander’s eyes widened, unable to process the implications of this. “Wait, what?”
Heather’s already petite figure seemed to shrink. “I never told you this ... and actually, I never told Paula either. Or really anyone. But ... back during sophomore year, I kind of...” What she said next was said so quietly that it was inaudible.
“What?” Zander asked. “I can’t hear you.”
Heather gulped, and spoke louder: “I had a little crush on you for a while.”
Zander stared at her agape. “You’re serious?”
She nodded.
“How come you never said anything?”
“Oh, come on, I could never have admitted that!” Heather said as if the idea were absurd. “For one thing, you were my best friend’s brother, and the two of you were always fighting, and I kind of worried that if I started dating you I’d have to take sides or something. And besides ... I didn’t think there was any way you’d be interested in me.”
“Whaaat?” Zander gaped. “You thought I wouldn’t be interested in you?”
“Well, yeah,” Heather went on, her surety waning. “I mean, again, I was your sister’s best friend and I thought you’d think that was weird. But more than that ... I mean, come on! I was this short little mouse with these big stupid glasses and barely any boobs!”
“Oh, Heather, for fuck’s sake! You’re a babe! And you gotta know that by now, you’ve had dates! And Lance obviously thought you were hot enough to take your cherry!”
“Yeah, that’s true. When Paula and I noticed Lance and realized he was noticing us back, that gave me some more confidence, sure. But ... I guess I always thought of you as off limits.”
Zander paused before venturing the question, “And ... now that it’s been established that I’m not ... you’re really serious?”
Heather looked at him like he was both adorable and an idiot. “Would it help convince you if I gave you another kiss?”
After a beat, Zander replied, “It might.”
And then Heather took hold of his head and pulled him down to her lips. This was different from the cautious, uncertain kiss she’d given him the other day; this kiss was trying to say something. The way her lips pressed to him was making sure he understood, her interest was genuine. Any advances he made toward her really would be accepted. He was asking for her affection, and she was giving it to him with no hesitation.
They suddenly heard a loud giggle. They broke apart and turned their heads to see Paula watching them from across the field, an enormous smile on her face as she gripped tightly onto Lance’s arm. “Real classy, Paula!” Zander shouted, while Heather blushed and covered her face. Paula gave them a thumbs up.
Zander looked apologetically down at Heather, who bashfully lifted her eyes to his face. “In her defense,” Heather admitted, “I’d probably have done the same.”
It was just after 4:00 and Marcus had completed his last class for the day when he knocked on the door to Mina’s room. She’d asked him to come meet her at her place today, as she’d have just been getting back from her track practice by that time and wanted to shower first. Marcus was a little wary about that, as on most of the occasions when he’d dropped by Mina’s place he had a tendency to find her in some state of undress, and given that she’d been talking about showering before meeting him, he didn’t doubt this time would likely be the same.
He didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed when it was Mina’s roommate Gert who opened the door instead. “Oh, hey,” she said, the brown eyes she had behind her bookish glasses doing a quick yo-yo scan of his body, and she tucked a lock of her dyed blue hair back behind her ear. “M-Mina’s still showering, if you want to come in.” She took a step back, still watching him.
“Thanks, Gert,” he said, casually striding in. “You’re looking good today.”
Gert blushed at the off-hand compliment. She always seemed to get a little flushed when she saw Marcus, which was a reaction he got from a lot of girls. She wasn’t his type, though. Marcus didn’t think she was the kind who wanted to be a guy’s casual fling on the side.
Gert stepped up to the bathroom where he could hear the sound of the shower still going, and knocked on the door. Opening it just a crack, she shouted in, “Hey, Lady Godiva, Marcus is here!”
Mina shouted something back that Marcus couldn’t quite make out, but Gert turned and translated: “She said you can wait in her bedroom, and she’ll be out in a minute.”
Marcus nodded, though not quite sure if her bedroom was the smartest place to wait. Still, he decided not to argue the point. Before moving on to Mina’s door, he paused and asked, “‘Lady Godiva?’”
“Well, we both know she’d ride a horse naked through town if she could,” Gert shrugged.
That was certainly the truth, Marcus thought. And it occurred to him that she was probably planning something similar as he stepped into her bedroom to wait. He knew he probably shouldn’t have taken the invitation, as it meant he would have to stand and watch her get dressed when she came out. Yes, he knew Mina was a proud nudist who had no sense of body shame, but it really seemed lately that she’d been going out of her way to flaunt her body at him. Even as Marcus took a seat in her desk chair, the more rational part of him knew he should have just taken the couch out in the living area.
So why wasn’t he doing that?
In a few moments, he heard a door open, and then Mina came striding into the room with only a towel barely wrapped around her. She smiled brightly on seeing him, as if especially pleased to see that he’d taken her invitation on where to wait. “Hey cuz,” she purred. And with not a care in the world, she tossed her towel over the edge of her laundry basket, leaving herself fully naked to his view as she moved into her closet. “Just give me a minute,” she said. “I can’t wait to get some of the Wednesday special!”
Marcus tried hard not to react. His cousin was rummaging naked through her closet right in front of him, and she was talking about the locally owned coffee shop. It was just another day for her.
Except ... did she normally bend over at the waist at just that angle to go through her shoes? And even if she did, shouldn’t she have gotten a few more clothes on first? She couldn’t really be oblivious to the way her bare naked pussy was winking Marcus right in the eye. There had to be some deliberate intent there. Especially when she started humming quietly to herself and wiggling her bare ass around as she rummaged through her hanging jeans.
Marcus tried not to react. He really did. But not every part of his body was willing to cooperate. Traitor, he silently thought at the bulge that began to form in his pants.
When Mina turned around, a set of clothing draped over her arm and a pair of shoes hanging from her fingers, her eyes went to Marcus’s crotch a little too quickly. Almost as if she were specifically looking for exactly what she saw there. “Ooh, someone’s happy to see me,” she grinned.
“That’s one way of putting it,” Marcus said, keeping a practiced lid on his control.
She strode past him a little too slowly, as if she were letting him drink her in, and then bent over a little too deliberately to lay her clothes out on the bed before she started picking them up one at a time. She made a very deliberate show of picking up her lacy black panties, bending down and slowly, very slowly, sliding them up her legs and over the curve of her ass. She looked over her shoulder at him, looking to see his reaction, which he still struggled not to make, even as his erection was further fueled. When she picked up her stylish black bra, she turned around and gave him a full frontal view as she slid the cups over her breasts and let them be hoisted up as she fastened it behind her. It didn’t look like she was putting on the kind of underwear a girl would wear under her clothes for a casual afternoon with her cousin; it looked more like the kind of lingerie a girl would wear to seduce a lover. Then she actually cupped her breasts in her hands and hefted them a couple times, as if testing their support. And again, she looked at him.
Marcus finally gave up on not reacting. He stood up from the chair and took a few steps back toward the door. “Mina, geez, what are you doing?”
She chuckled and said, “I’m just having a little fun with you.” Then she regarded him as if he were a wounded child. “Oh, but this is probably torture for you, isn’t it? I’m getting you all worked up and I’m gonna make you go out with me for coffee with that big thing in your pants.” And damned if she didn’t point a finger directly at his pulsing bulge.
“Yeah, there’s that, now that you mention it,” Marcus groaned.
“Well, why don’t you let me see what I can do about that.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d heard such a phrase or something similar from a girl, and he usually knew what it meant. He’d just never expected to hear it from his cousin, and for a moment he racked his brain to think if she could possibly mean something other than what he thought she did.
But as she came stepping up to him, her eyes zeroed on the crotch of his pants, it became infinitely clear to him that she meant exactly what he thought she did. “Mina, what the hell...?”
It was like she didn’t even hear him. Even as he tried to take another step toward the door, she maneuvered him back into the chair and physically sat him down. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him and started opening his fly. Marcus could have pushed her away, but he didn’t want to do that to her. He could have jumped out of the chair and left, but ... he just didn’t.
The next thing Marcus knew, his cock was out in the air, and Mina’s hand was wrapped around it. She gave him one last look in the eye, meeting his disbelieving gaze. “Are you serious right now?” was all he said.
“Deadly,” she said in a low voice. And then he was in her mouth.
“Oh, shit,” Marcus moaned.
Mina began slowly moving her lips down along the length of his shaft, taking him nearly to the base where her lips met her hand, before sliding back up and running her tongue in circles over his crown. She was displaying a level of skill that could only have come from years of practice.
And it was making it that much harder for him to think clearly enough to put a stop to this. It was what he should be doing, he knew that. But under the force of Mina’s oral assault, the part of his brain that was willing to act on that was rapidly shrinking into the background.
He reached out a hand to grab her head; whether to pull her off him or encourage her, he didn’t know until his fingers were actually in her dark brown hair. And when his hand only gave her head a gentle push to urge her on, he knew at last he’d surrendered to this forbidden act.
His cousin was giving him a blowjob, and he was letting her do it. Whatever was messed up in her head, apparently it was messed up in his own too.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he groaned as she moved up his shaft, licking her tongue along the underside.
She popped her mouth off, giving him a few strokes, and giggled. “Feel good, cousin?”
It was like she was deliberately throwing their relation in his face as she did this, specifically to remind him of how wrong this was. It should have been the kick in the pants that made him finally end it, but instead it only sent a little thrill of excitement through him. He looked down at her, unable to find any words to say, not trusting what might come out of his mouth if he spoke. So she ducked her head and again took him into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” was what he finally said then.
He was too immobilized to do anything but sit there and enjoy what Mina was doing for the next few minutes, before the stirring in his balls signaled his impending release. “Mina ... I’m...” was all he got out. She got the message, and sped up the bobbing of her head and her stroking hand, sucking him more urgently in her efforts to bring him off.
“Nnnnnggggghh!!” Marcus grunted as he released his torrent of seed into Mina’s sucking mouth. She held her head still as she took his explosion into her throat, but her hand kept moving to jack more and more of it into her mouth. When he’d released it all, she continued to hold herself there for a moment, licking around the mushroom head for every last trace, and then pulled herself off, licking her lips, and he saw her throat muscles working. Then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing him that she’d swallowed it all.
“Yummy,” she purred. “I like my cream before my coffee.”
She was just bending to give him a few more little licks, when some of the mental fog that had kept Marcus compliant through this whole thing began to clear. “Whoa ... Mina, what the hell just happened?”
Mina giggled. “I just gave you a hot blowjob and swallowed a load of your cum, stupid! What’s it look like?”
He finally had the presence of mind to pull himself from her grasp and get up from the chair, shoving himself back into his pants as he moved past her. “Jesus, Mina, this is so fucked up! We’re cousins, for fuck’s sake!”
“I don’t care about that, Marcus!” she said, looking up at him from where she still knelt on the floor. She reached up a hand to caress one bra-clad breast, while her other hand rubbed at her crotch through her panties. “I think you’re hot, and I know you think I’m hot. Why can’t we just do what we want?”