The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 33: What Do You Want?
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 33: What Do You Want? - 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
“Oh. My. GAAAAWWWWD!!!” Bobbi gushed as soon as Zander started the car the next morning.
Both Paula and Zander turned in their seats to look back at her, though Zander had to turn his attention to the road as he drove. “Okay, what’s got you on cloud nine today?” Paula asked.
Bobbi leaned forward onto the shoulder of Paula’s seat. “We have two of the sexiest brothers on the planet, Paula! You have no idea! You would not believe how good Marcus fucked me last night!”
Once again her older siblings both turned to look at her, in surprise this time. “You fucked Marcus?” Zander blurted.
“Hell yes I did!” Bobbi beamed without a trace of shame. “I’ve been waiting weeks for him to come home so I could! Haven’t you been thinking about it, Paula?”
“What? No!” Paula sputtered, jerking forward in her seat and whipping her head around to stare at her sister.
“Liiiii-aaaaar,” Bobbi singsonged.
When Paula fell silent, not immediately refuting Bobbi’s statement, Zander raised an eyebrow at her. “Paula?”
Paula made an uncomfortable face, as if being forced to admit an embarassing secret, and turned a look at Zander that begged for forgiveness. “Okay, maybe it’s crossed my mind once or twice, but I never planned to actually do it!”
“You should! He’s amazing!” Bobbi smiled. “You’re already fucking one brother, what’s the difference with the other one?”
“The difference is I’ve got a boyfriend!”
“A boyfriend who’s okay with what you’re doing!”
Paula gave an exasperated sigh and ran her fingers through her hair. “Bobbi, it’s not that simple! Marcus is more than just someone with the same family label as Zander! I can’t just go adding notches to my bedpost without Lance’s approval!”
Bobbi lightly shoved Paula’s shoulder and insisted, “So, get his approval!” She sounded as if Paula were being purposely dense. Then she leaned forward to put her mouth next to Paula’s ear and turned her voice to a lustful husk. “‘Cause I really, really want to suck Marcus’s creampie out of your pussy.”
“Bobbi...” Paula said in a shaky voice.
“And then snowball it into your mouth.”
“Uhh,” Paula groaned, her legs involuntarily parting.
Bobbi turned an impish look at Zander and added, “Preferably with a fresh load of Zander’s spooge dripping out of me.”
“Jesus,” Zander grunted, having to shift in his seat around the sudden tent in his jeans.
Bobbi shifted back into conversational mode as she said, “This is what we’ve been driving toward, isn’t it? What Raven’s been pushing us to. To be a family like hers, or like our cousins’. What the three of us have? We can have that with the rest of our family! With Marcus, with Mom and Dad, maybe even Lily if she ever comes home...”
“Okay, whoa, whoa!” Paula shouted, throwing her hands out. “You lost me on Mom and Dad!”
“Did I? Really?” Bobbi probed. “You telling me you haven’t noticed Dad’s kinda hot? Lily obviously did!”
“N-no, I h-haven’t noticed that,” Paula said, though with a slight quaver in her voice. “He’s just Dad!”
“And two months ago, Zander was just your dorky brother,” Bobbi said. “Now look at you two.”
They did look. Paula and Zander looked pointedly at each other, for as long as Zander could safely take his eyes off the road.
“And how about you, Zander?” Bobbi continued. “You been thinking about our mom, the pornstar?”
“Bobbi, seriously,” Zander said a little too loud, trying to ignore the flush he felt creeping up his neck. “That was just yesterday that we learned that!”
“Yeah, just yesterday,” Bobbi said dreamily as she sank back in her seat. “To think, just yesterday, I still hadn’t fucked my other brother! Crazy how fast things change, right?”
“Oh my god, Bobbi!” Paula groaned, putting a hand to her head and leaning against the window. Clearly she had no better response than this.
They arrived at school, where the walls were decorated with banners celebrating the soon to be graduating seniors and students were chasing each other down for yearbook signatures. They met up with Heather, who happily kissed Zander hello before she and Paula went off to their first period class. When Heather saw that Paula had something on her mind, Paula looked around, decided the school was too crowded to say aloud what she wanted to tell her, and settled for sending Heather a text message:
Bobbi had sex with Marcus last night.
Heather read the text, and widened her eyes at Paula, impressed. Paula nodded in confirmation. Heather began typing a response:
Are you gonna have sex with him too?
Paula blinked in surprise. That was the first question Heather had?
And ... come to think of it, it was a good question. Paula had meant what she’d said to Bobbi in the car; the thought of fucking her oldest brother had crossed her mind once or twice since their incest odyssey had begun, but only in passing. Now that it seemed the prospect of it might actually be on the table...
She looked up at Heather again, giving her an uncertain look, conveying that she honestly wasn’t sure. Maybe? Did she want to?
She had to admit, the more she thought about it as her classes went on (and she tried and failed to focus on the subject matter), the more the idea intrigued her. She didn’t feel anywhere near the kind of feeling for Marcus that she did for Zander, but she couldn’t deny that Marcus was an objectively sexy guy, and if given the opportunity and permission to fuck him...
Holy shit, I might actually want to do this!
And then there was the other thing that Bobbi had suggested: Mom and Dad. Like it or not, there was no unseeing the videos she had seen of Mom naked and on her knees, spewing dirty talk as she took the cocks of strangers in every hole. She couldn’t pretend she hadn’t noticed that her mother was one very sexy lady when she wanted to be, and she’d be lying if she said that watching the scene of Mom making out with and fingerbanging that hot naked brunette while getting drilled from behind by some guy hadn’t gotten her wet between the legs.
And there was no denying that learning what Lily had done with Dad had changed the way in which she saw him. He’d always just been her father; she’d never looked at him as a man before. But now that she had started looking at him that way ... was her father attractive? ... Well, he wasn’t unattractive, she could say that, and obviously her big sister had realized that too.
But was she prepared to think of her parents in a sexual way for her own sake?
No, she wasn’t quite there yet.
Yet.
Lance was waiting for her when Paula emerged from her third period class. She smiled when she saw him and let him put an arm around her neck and pull her into a quick kiss, but he was quick to see she had something on her mind. “Hey, something bothering my girl?”
Paula chewed on her lip. “Can we go somewhere to talk privately?”
They stepped outside and found a spot on the top tier of the empty bleachers to sit down. “So what’s up?” Lance asked. “And am I gonna like it or should I fasten seatbelts?”
“So,” Paula began, looking down at her entwined hands, “my brother Marcus came home from college yesterday.”
She didn’t immediately elaborate on that, but Lance was quick enough on the draw to realize the baggage that came with this. “ ... And does he know what kind of wackiness has been going on in your house?”
“Yeah, he knows. In fact, he’s already kinda involved himself.”
Now Lance leaned forward in his seat to look at her. “Wait, you didn’t...?”
“No, not me.”
Again, Lance proved himself a sharp enough tac to pick up on the implications. “So, Bobbi.”
“Bobbi,” Paula nodded. “Big surprise, she’s the first to jump right in.”
“The first, but ... not the last?”
It becoming almost eerie how well Lance was able to read her. She lifted her face to look him in the eyes. “I’m only thinking about it right now.”
“But you wanna, right?” He said it without heat or anger, just a matter of fact observation. Paula didn’t know if that was better or worse.
She took a breath to steady herself. “Look, I don’t want to assume that I have a free pass to fuck whoever I want just because you’re sharing me with Zander. And being with Marcus wouldn’t be the same. When I had sex with Zander the first time, it was an act of love. It was a reaction to what happened at the party. If I were to have sex with Marcus, that would be ... just to try it. Just to have the experience.” She looked at Lance now, trying to make him see her sincerity. “And yes, I think I do want to try it. Maybe it’s just because I’ve gotten a taste for incest and now I want more. But not if you don’t want me to.”
“Hey, Paula...”
“I know it was a sacrifice for you to agree to share me with Zander,” she went on before he could say any more. “And I know you only agreed to it because I didn’t want to have to choose between you two. But this? Marcus? That wouldn’t be close to the same thing!” She trailed off, and slowly morphed her face into a look of cautious hope. “But ... if you’d be okay with it...”
“Damn,” Lance muttered. He sighed, thinking for a moment, and said, “Well, I guess it’d be hypocritical for a guy who’s getting as much pussy as I am to complain about you wanting one more dick.”
Paula blinked, studying him. “Was that a yes?”
Lance looked her in the eyes and cupped her face. “Paula, I trust you. And I’ve learned to expect ... a fair amount of the unconventional where you’re concerned.” He added a wry chuckle on these last few words. “I mean hell, the fact that you’re coming to me with this first before doing it says a lot. So...”
“So...?” Paula prompted.
“So if this is really something you want to do, then yeah, you’ve got my blessing, babe.”
“Oh, Lance!” she cried, and pulled him into a deep kiss.
“Just ... don’t send me the OnlyFans link or anything,” he joked.
Paula laughed, and felt a single tear squeeze out as she pressed her forehead to his. Then after a moment she pulled her head back, her mouth curling up in a little smile as a wicked new thought came to her.
“What is it?” Lance asked. “Or do I want to know?”
“Just one little thing that might make this easier.”
“Okay,” Lance said warily.
“If and when I do fuck Marcus, I think I’ll feel better about it if I know that you’re fucking the ever-living hell out of Heather. And maybe Andie too for good measure.”
Lance stared blankly at her. “I think I can do that,” he deadpanned.
It was striking to Keiko how much of a bright spot having Marcus in the house again felt like. Yes, of course she was happy to see her first born son again, naturally, but his presence felt uplifting to her in a way she hadn’t been expecting.
Why was that? She hadn’t felt this way any of the other times he’d come home in the last few years. Yes, it had been nice enough having him at home during spring break—the image of him in his swimsuit came unbidden to her mind as she thought this—and it had been a welcome bolster to have him at home when they had been dealing with Paula’s rape crisis. But since he’d arrived home yesterday, it felt like a fire had been lit in one corner a room that she only realized now had been terribly cold.
Keiko was going over these thoughts when she stepped out into the living room that morning, shortly after Raven left for her job at the salon, and found Marcus out in the backyard running the leaf net through their pool. With no shirt. Keiko had a clear view of every movement of his sculpted back muscles. And he was doing a home chore without having been asked, to boot. The little fire in the cold room seemed to turn up a few more degrees.
She stepped outside, prompting Marcus to look back over his shoulder at the sound of the door opening. “Marcus, what are you doing out here?” she asked.
He turned around a little and gave her the kind of smile that she was sure had charmed the literal pants off many college girls. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m making myself useful around here. Someone had to get the crud out of this pool.”
Keiko came close enough to inspect the pool, which did indeed look better than it had in a few weeks. “I didn’t even ask you to do this,” she said, impressed. “You never used to volunteer chores like this when you were in high school.”
“Not a little boy anymore, Mom. Hadn’t you noticed?”
Oh, yes, she had noticed. Taking in that goatee on his chiseled jaw and that falcon tattoo on his mouth-watering left pectoral, it was very obvious that she was not in the presence of a little boy.
He resumed working on the pool as he said, “You know, if you’re wondering how you can thank me for this, I’ve got an idea.”
“What’s that? A triple-decker sandwich for lunch?”
He paused, taking a second to think about this suggestion. “Well, that sounds good too, but I was actually thinking you could put on that zebra print bikini again and come enjoy the pool with me.”
When Keiko didn’t immediately reply, he turned to look at her, and she hoped he didn’t notice the way she was blushing. She gave him a coy smile and said, “Marcus, I don’t know if that’s the most appropriate thing to say to your mother.”
“Can’t help it, Mom,” he said as he turned his eyes back to his task. “You’re a hot lady. That’s just an objective fact.” He said it so casually, as if he was simply stating that the sky was blue. “And I always like seeing you in that thing. So what do you say? Feel like putting on something sexy and having a dip with your handsome son?” He scooped out a net full of debris and turned a cocky grin to her as he finished this.
Keiko couldn’t help a small chuckle. “‘Handsome son.’ Sure of yourself, huh?”
“I hear it from Raven often enough,” he shrugged. “And come to think of it, from you too.”
Marcus had always been popular with the girls at school, and Keiko was being reminded of why. He had gone through quite a string of girlfriends before he and Raven had gotten serious, and with the kind of charm he was displaying that rivaled the kind his father had shown back in their college days, it was easy to see what all those girls had seen in him. “All right,” she smiled, glancing at the newly clean pool. “You’ve earned it.”
Keiko headed into the house and upstairs to change, unable to wipe a little smile off her face. She thought again of that fire in a cold room analogy, and was beginning to think she understood it a little more. Things with Rick had become tired and mundane, with him looking at her like someone he passed on the street if he bothered to look at her at all. Barring that one night they’d spent at the theater on the twins’ birthday, of course; she’d harbored some hope that might have been the herald of change, but so far she hadn’t seen much evidence of that. And Barry? He regarded her as a plaything. Things with him were novel and exciting, but tended to leave her feeling soiled afterwards.
But Marcus was making her feel ... well ... feminine. Just genuiney pretty. She felt like she was just being honestly appreciated as a woman, and no less by a handsome and attractive man with abs that you could chip a tooth on—
Whoa, Keiko, down girl, where is your mind going? That’s your son you’re thinking about!
She shook her head of these thoughts as she changed into her bikini and slipped her pool robe over her shoulders. She headed back downstairs to find Marcus shortening the net pole and stashing it in the shed. When he looked up to see her emerging into the yard, Keiko impulsively threw an extra strut into her step as she tossed her robe onto a nearby lounger, and gave him a cheeky grin as she arced into the water.
She swam under the surface for as long as she could hold her breath, and came up with a sigh, finding Marcus watching her with a calm smile. “I thought we were sharing this?” she teased.
Marcus turned and walked over to the little changing booth, and picked up his swim trunks off the slightly rusted table beside it. And then ... for whatever reason, he didn’t close the door to the booth all the way, meaning that if Keiko leaned the right way she could just make out the partial shape of his marble-hard buttocks as he changed. She really should look away, she knew. She really shouldn’t be swimming closer to get a better look. But by the time she might have mustered enough willpower to do what she knew she should have, Marcus already had his trunks on and was stepping out. It was only at that point that Keiko looked away from him, not out of propriety but out of embarrassment. If Marcus thought this peculiar, he didn’t show it.
He jumped into the pool with a big splash. Keiko attempted to follow where he went, but lost sight of him amid the ripples. She only found him again when he wanted her to, coming up behind her and deliberately splashing a big gout of water over her. “Ahh!” she sputtered indignantly, though not without a smile.
“Gotcha,” he grinned.
“Kudos,” she deadpanned.
Marcus looked from one end of the pool to another. “You feel up to a little race?” he challenged.
“You want to race me?” she asked, her eyes widening. “Isn’t that a little unfair to your poor old mother?”
“Old? You?” he said, as if the idea were ludicrous. “Please, Mom, I’ve seen decathletes who are less fit than you!”
“Oh, stop it!” she said, once again fighting her blush.
“So, what do you say?” He gave her a look that dared her to say no.
She gave him a challenging look back, and swam to one end of the pool. “On three.”
He swam over and joined her, planting his feet on the wall as she did. He looked at her, and just as she was about to start counting he shouted, “Three!” and was off.
“Hey! You cheater!” She took off swimming after him.
“Shake a leg, Mom!” he teased as his head came above the water.
Not backing down from his challenge, she pushed herself harder, striving to catch up with him. He reached the other side seconds before she was about to, and prepared to launch off to the other side—but not before pushing her head underwater with a laugh. She came up sputtering, watching him swim away laughing. “Oh, you bastard!” she said with a laugh, and swam harder.
She no longer cared about the race, determined now only to make him pay for that. She caught up and grabbed him around the waist, making him shout “Hey!” as she pulled him under the water. They wrestled for a moment, and then came up with a sputter and a laugh.
And then she realized the position they were in. They were floating in the pool with their arms around each other. Their faces were inches apart. Her bikini-clad breasts were pressing into his bare chest. And she could definitely feel the bulge of her son’s package pressing dangerously close to her crotch. Suddenly Keiko’s skin was feeling a lot warmer than the cool water of the pool should allow.
“You okay, Mom?” Marcus said in a low voice.
It took her a moment to answer, as she seemed to have difficulty tearing her eyes away from his. “I ... I think you can let me go now,” she stammered.
He paused a second. “Okay,” he said, not looking away from her. “Just as soon as you let go of me.”
He was right of course. She should let go of him. And...
Slowly, as if forcing the action, Keiko let her arms slip from around his body. He responded in kind, gently releasing her as she floated away. His eyes never left her the whole time.
“I ... think I should get out now,” she said.
“You sure?” he said calmly.
“I’m very sure.”
“All right,” he said. “I’ll still be here if you change your mind.”
It took her longer than she thought it should have to finally turn away and climb the ladder out of the pool. Though she didn’t turn around to look, she knew he was watching her dripping wet bikini-clad body as she went to retrieve her towel, and the knowledge sent goosebumps rippling along her flesh.
She dried off in a hurry and headed upstairs to her shower. What the hell had just happened? She had just gotten seriously turned on in the arms of her son! She had felt his arms around her, she had felt his cock hardening, and her body had reacted like it would have to a lover. Her skin was way too flushed for someone who had just been doing laps in her pool, she was positive the wetness between her legs was not all from the pool water, and when she went to remove her bikini top she could clearly see her nipples tenting the fabric.
She scrubbed herself especially hard in the shower. She was supposed to have gotten past this type of perversion when she ended things with Sota all those years ago, and yet here it was rearing its head again. And like it or not, this little event had stirred up a need inside her that would have to be addressed before anything else happened.
As soon as she was out of the shower and dried off, Keiko went straight to her toy box and retrieved her vibrator wand. The orgasm that she buzzed herself to definitely helped take the edge off, and ensured that she’d be able to make it through the next few hours before work without being compelled to do something she’d regret.