The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 28: A Secret Revealed
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 28: A Secret Revealed - 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
It wasn’t the first time Marcus had woken up in an unfamiliar bedroom. Well, unfamiliar in the sense that it took a few disorienting seconds for him to recognize it after waking. The comforting warmth of the girl snuggled against him helped to calm his momentary confusion before he recognized Mina’s room. And then recognized Mina lying in bed with him.
He took a moment or two to just luxuriate in the wonderful feeling of her pressed against him.
And then the reality came back to him of what he had done last night. He had fucked his cousin. Twice.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ,” Marcus groaned, slapping a hand over his forehead.
He didn’t know if it was his pronouncement that woke her, but it was about at that point that Mina started to stir. She hummed softly in her throat and lifted her head before her eyes fluttered open, looking him right in the eyes. Her mouth curled into a little smile. “Morning,” she purred.
“Morning,” he said awkwardly back. Then he groaned, trying to sink deeper into the pillow. “Fuck, we really did that, didn’t we?”
“We sure did,” Mina said gleefully, caressing his chest. “How do you feel?”
“How much time have you got?” he asked. He buried his face in his hands and groaned again, before rolling out from under Mina, producing a small whimper a of disppointment from her. “I can’t believe this!”
“I don’t remember you complaining last night.”
“Last night I had a few too many pints in me.”
“Oh, sure. Blame it on the booze. We both know that’s never gonna hold up in court.”
Marcus got up and began scrounging for his clothes. “You’re not helping to make me feel better about this,” he gowled, bending to pick up his shorts off the floor.
Mina made no effort to cover her nudity as she arose from the sheets. “You can make all the excuses you want, Marcus, but the reason last night happened was because we both wanted it to. That’s it.”
“Yeah, I’ve wanted to do a lot of things,” Marcus drawled, pulling his pants up. “I wanted to strangle Danny Lydecker when he stole my thesis idea and got away with it. Doesn’t mean it would have been a good idea.”
Mina got out of her bed and walked around in front of Marcus as he hunted for his shirt, forgetting that he’d left it in the hall. “And what makes you think last night wasn’t a good idea?” she insisted, putting her hands on his chest to slow him down. “What actual consequences do you think there are going to be? I told you, I don’t have a problem with incest, and your girlfriend already okayed it. So what are you worried about?”
Marcus stopped scrounging for his clothes and looked at her, falling silent. No immediate answer was coming to his mind. His mind was still telling him that what he had done was wrong, but his sense of logic couldn’t come up with a valid reason why.
When he didn’t say anything for several seconds, Mina pushed on his chest to guide him backwards. “Sit down,” she said, before he almost involuntarily did just that on the bed. “It’s Saturday. We’ve got nowhere to go. So let’s talk this out.”
Marcus still said nothing, and was now no longer looking at Mina, but simply staring off into space as he tried to form a coherent thought. When he did look at her again, Mina was kneeling on her bed beside him, looking at him expectantly. And all of a sudden he became very conscious of the fact that she was still naked, and looking at her glorious body was causing a stirring in his pants that he didn’t want right at this moment. “Would you put some clothes on please?”
She smirked mischievously. “What if I don’t want to?”
He forced himself to look away from her. “I can’t talk to you seriously when you’re like this. It’s making me...”
“Want to do things to me?” she offered. And suddenly she took his wrist and guided his hand to one of her breasts. He suddenly looked at her again as he felt that soft mound in his hand and her hard nipple pressing into his palm. “I don’t mind if you do,” she said, looking into his eyes.
What had been a stirring in his pants had evolved to a full hard-on now.
Marcus tried to protest for a moment or two when Mina climbed into his lap and kissed him. But the feel of her body pressed against him and her flesh under his hands made it impossible to resist for long. Despite the part of his brain telling him to slow down and think about this, he still found himself embracing her and accepting her tongue into his mouth as she ground her hips on his lap, encouraging his throbbing erection.
Still, the part of him that believed this was wrong forced himself to free his mouth long enough to say, “Mina ... we shouldn’t...”
“We’ve already crossed that line, Marcus,” she said, leaning in to lick his earlobe, sending a shudder through him. “We can’t uncross it now. We might as well enjoy it.”
The next minute or two was a flurry of motion, but Marcus soon found himself lying on his back with the pants he’d just put on being pulled off again, and Mina moving to straddle his newly freed cock. A part of his mind told him he should say something, that he should stop her. He didn’t. When she mounted him and took his cock inside her moist depths, sliding down the length of his shaft and opening her mouth in bliss, all he did was hold her hips to guide her, savoring the feel of her slick pussy walls.
As she started to ride him, letting him slide in and out of her, all thoughts of propriety and morality left him. The question of whether this was right or wrong slipped into the distance, becoming as insigificant as it had been the night before. All that mattered was the objectively hot babe riding his dick, climbing the heights of ecstasy and bringing him right along with her. It made perfect sense for him to reach up and grope the heaving breasts above him, and then to bring them down to his mouth to suckle on. It felt perfectly right to bounce his hips up off the bed and thrust up into her, making her moan loudly to the ceiling. It was only natural for him to roll them over and straddle her right leg, holding her left upright along his body while she squeezed her breast and stared open mouthed at his cock sawing in and out of her.
“Oh, yes! Uhhh! Fuck! That’s it! Fuck me! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!!! Don’t stop! Uhhhh!!!! Deeper, Marcus! Deeper! I want it! Yeah!!! AAAAHHHH!!!!”
She rolled her head back and began frigging her clit, soon cresting the hill into orgasm. With her pussy convulsing on his cock, it took only a few more thrusts before Marcus lost all control and exploded inside her, filling his cousin once more with his forbidden seed.
He held himself there until his balls were emptied, and with a groan he slumped down onto his side behind her. Mina hummed contentedly, stirring a finger around her honeypot and languidly bringing it up to her mouth, savoring the flavor like a delicate bit of chocolate. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she beamed.
The moment of blind euphoria had passed. That sense that this was wrong came back to him again—except that it was blunted now, quieter, less forceful. The side of him that said there was no logical reason not to do this seemed to have gotten the upper hand. It surely wouldn’t hurt anything if he just put his arm around her now and fondled her breast a little, right? And if he felt like nuzzling her hair and pressing his wilting dick against her firm, round ass, that was fine, wasn’t it?
“Mm, this is nice,” Mina sighed as she accepted his embrace. “We should totally make this a regular thing.”
That was exactly the wrong thing to say to Marcus at that moment. He’d just been starting to let himself get comfortable with the situation in the here and now, but thinking about the future? Taking his cousin as a regular lover? Yeah, it was an appealing prospect, but was his brain ready to wrap itself around that?
Yes, there was a side of him that was shouting to just get over himself and accept the offer of readily available pussy. And it wasn’t a small part. But so long as the other voice in his head that still believed this was incredibly messed up hadn’t been silenced, the idea of making this into a regular thing was having a hard time settling in his head.
He pulled away and got up, retrieving his pants and shorts and beginning to pull them on again. “Marcus!” Mina whined impatiently as she sat up, plainly aggravated that he was still resisting.
“Maybe I just need a little time to think,” he said, fastening his pants. He hunted around the floor, and asked, “Where’s my shirt?”
Mina sighed and slumped back onto her bed. “We left it in the hall.”
He stopped to look at her, and then picked up his shoes and socks. “I’ll call you later, once I’ve had a chance to figure things out.”
He stepped out of her door and checked the floor, dismayed to find it bare. He was just about to turn back to the room and ask if Mina was sure about where they left his shirt, when another voice asked, “Looking for this?”
He turned to see Mina’s roommate Gert holding his shirt up, and looking at him with the most salacious grin he’d ever seen. “Sounded like you gave it to her good,” she said wickedly.
A moment of panic overcame Marcus. Scrambling for some kind of cover story, he blurted out the lamest thing he could possibly think of: “This isn’t what it looks like.”
“Of course it is!” Gert chuckled. “You finally did what Mina’s been saying she’s been trying to get you to do for weeks!
Marcus blinked in surprise. “She told you that?”
Gert nodded. “She didn’t plan to, but I picked up on how she was flirting with you, and I told her I thought it was really cool! I mean I’d never do that with one of my cousins.” And she added a look of revulsion for good measure. “But hearing about someone else doing it? That’s really kinky!”
Flushed with embarrassment, but relieved that he didn’t appear to be in trouble, Marcus snatched his shirt from her and began hurriedly pulling it on. “You’re not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?”
Gert mimed zipping her lips. “My lips are sealed ... you big cousin-fucking stud!” she added with a giggle. “But you don’t mind if I go in there and ask Mina for a blow-by-blow?”
Marcus stared at her for a second, before rolling his eyes and saying, “Sure, why not.”
Gert bit her lip excitedly as she rushed past him and into Mina’s room. “So kinky,” he heard her say under ther breath.
As he exited the room and headed back onto campus, Marcus marveled at how Mina’s roommate had accepted the idea of incest so much quicker and more easily than he himself who had done the deed was able to. Was that his own fault? Was he just overthinking things? Should he just get over himself and accept that Mina and him were a thing now?
With each step he took, the more he started to think that outcome was inevitable.
“Why are you being so quiet?” Krista asked from the passenger seat of Rick’s car.
“Huh?” Rick snapped out of the reverie that he hadn’t realized he’d slipped into as he automatically followed the directions his GPS was giving him.
“Are you feeling guilty about going to see Carlos and Srishti again?” Krista asked. “We promised we’d visit them once the trouble with Paula was dealt with, and you said yourself you think it is. Her rapist’s in jail, she’s got a new boyfriend that you say seems trustworthy ... and you’re still on the outs with your wife,” she added as an afterthought. She’d been obviously morose over the past two weeks when Rick had been hesitant to continue their affair, and when he’d finally given in and agreed to go see their new friends again, she’d reacted like it was an early Christmas. And yet, so far Rick had spent most of the drive up to Carlos and Srishti’s place in a grim kind of silence.
He sighed, and said, “I’m just worried I’m slipping back into being an absentee parent after being a helicopter parent for the last two weeks. I paid so little attention to my kids for so long, and the moment something bad happened I made a 180 and practically smothered them. Now that the situation’s mellowing out, am I falling right back into old habits? Do I only have two modes as a father, not there or there too much?”
“I think the fact that you’re even asking that question proves you’re better than that,” Krista said, affectionately stroking his arm.
“I want to find some kind of middle ground with my kids, but I’m not sure I know how anymore. And I’m not sure what we’re doing now is helping.”
“I don’t think it’s hurting,” Krista shrugged. “Carlos and Srishti are parents too, remember. I’m sure they’d be able to help if you asked.”
That was comforting to think about. Rick briefly turned his head from the road to smile at Krista. She had a way of making him feel better, and not just below the belt.
What he didn’t want to say out loud, though, was that he had in fact been a well-balanced parent for a long time, but he no longer entirely trusted himself to get to that level of comfort and familiarity with his kids. Because he might once again end up crossing a moral line that he couldn’t uncross with one of them, like he’d done with one of his kids already.
For the rest of the drive, Krista made small talk with him about Carlos and Srishti, imagining what they’d been doing since they’d last seen them and what she imagined they were going to do when they saw them now. It was pleasantly distracting from Rick’s more unpleasant thoughts, and he was pleased to see that Krista’s speculations about what might happen when they got there were still enough to get him hard.
Eventually they pulled up in front of the address that Rick’s GPS indicated, and paused for a moment to admire the house they’d arrived at before they gathered their things and walked up the driveway. When Krista pressed the doorbell button, they heard not the classic ding-dong but a lively little jingle ring through the house inside.
A few seconds later, Rick was more than a little surprised at the sight of an already very naked Srishti opening the door and greeting them with a bright smile. “Hello!” she chirped merrily, as Rick took a step inside and she enveloped him in a hug and gave him a happy little kiss.
“Hi, Srishti,” Rick said, looking down at her body. “Nice to... see you.”
“Srishti!” Krista greeted her, as Srishti gave her the exact same greeting. If Krista had any reaction to the fact that their hostess was already naked, she didn’t show it.
“Hey both of you!” said a deep voice, and Rick looked up to see an also naked Carlos stepping up to them. Rick had never been pulled into a bro hug by a naked man before, and tried not to make a fuss about it and just return the brotherly thump on the back that Carlos gave him. When it was Krista’s turn to greet him, this time she did in fact give a visible reaction to their host’s state of undress, at least for a second, as her eyes yo-yoed down his body before coming up to accept his embrace and kiss.
“We’re so glad to see you both again!” Srishti beamed. “We’ve been thinking about you two for weeks!”
“And we’re very glad to hear your daughter’s doing okay,” Carlos added more calmly.
“Thanks,” Rick said simply, once again examining Srishti’s body. “So ... you really weren’t kidding about the nudist thing.”
“Of course not,” Srishti said with a smile, putting hands on her hips and striking a little pose. “Like we told you, this is how we go at home.”
“I guess I just wasn’t expecting it right at the door,” Rick said.
“Well you’re both free to join us if you like,” Carlos said with a charming smile.
Krista looked at Rick with lips pursed in thought, and then she shrugged and smiled too. “You know, I think I will,” she said, and began to unbutton her blouse.
“You can set your clothes here,” Srishti said, indicating a little shelf by the door with some plastic boxes that seemed specifically placed for the purpose of stowing the clothing of guests. Obviously this was a normal arrangement for them.
Suddenly realizing he was about to be the outlier as Krista pulled her blouse open and revealed her bra, Rick sighed and said, “Oh, what the hell,” and started to strip too. It was a curious feeling, he found, as apart from that little visit to the nude beach, he’d never taken his clothes off in front of people without it being a prelude to sex, though he didn’t doubt that would be on the menu before too much longer.
“Care for a drink?” Carlos asked as Krista was getting down to her underwear. “We’ve got some beers in the fridge. Or something softer if you like.”
“I could go for a beer,” Rick nodded amiably, while Krista placed her lingerie atop her folded blouse and pants in the little clothes tray, and nodded in agreement. Carlos disappeared into the kitchen.
As Rick removed the last of his own clothes, Krista began to explore the living area. “I like your place,” she smiled, looking around. “Oh, are these your kids?” She moved toward a framed picture on the wall near the TV.
“Yes. That’s when they were younger,” Srishti nodded, stepping up to look at it over Krista’s shoulder. Rick moved to join them, seeing Carlos and Srishti with two adolescent kids standing next to Mickey Mouse at Disneyland. The boy, who looked to be about 13, was tall and athletic with dark hair in slick curtains framing his face, while the 9 or 10-year-old girl...
Rick had an odd feeling as he looked at the copper-skinned, black-haired girl in the picture. There was something eerily familiar about her.
It might have been his imagination, but he thought Srishti seemed to gulp down a lump in her throat before she said, “The portrait over here in the hall is a little more recent.”
Krista didn’t seem to pick up on the hint of nerves in Srishti’s tone as she moved around the corner to inspect the portrait in question. Curious, Rick moved to follow her—
—and froze.
It was a professionally done family portrait, taken in a studio against a violet backdrop, with Srishti seated in a chair in front while Carlos stood in the back with his arms around his now college-aged kids on either side. There was no question that he was looking at a very happy and loving family in that photo.
Just as there was no question as to the identity of the girl standing on the left, giving that enigmatic smile that Rick had seen countless times.
“Wow, your kids are lovely!” Krista said genially. “Don’t you think Rick?” She turned to look at him, and only then noticed the way Rick was gawking at the portrait. “Rick?”
Rick turned a wide-eyed look at his hosts. Srishti was trying to smile, but appeared to be fighting a nervous fidget. Carlos had returned from the kitchen with two bottles of Dos Equis in his hands, holding them up in offering. “Beer?”
Rick whipped his head back to the photo, his mouth hanging open, trying to make sense of what was going on here. “Rick, what is it?” Krista asked.
“That’s Raven!” Rick gasped.
“Who?”
“Their daughter! That’s Raven!”
“You know her?”
“Know her?” Rick spluttered, turning to look at Krista fully. “She’s dating my son! She’s staying at my house!”
“What?!?”
Rick whirled back to Carlos and Srishti, who were not even trying to look surprised. Carlos gave them a “don’t be angry” kind of look as he held the beer bottles out farther and repeated, “Beer?”
“What’s going on here?” Rick demanded.
Srishti bit her lip and reached out to take Rick by the shoulder, guiding him back into the living room. “I think we need to have a little talk.”