The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 38: Home Away From Home
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 38: Home Away From Home - 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 arrived at the hotel at about a quarter to 9:00 the next morning, after they all had time for a very pleasant breakfast in the hotel dining hall. Lily kept waiting for someone to say something about what they’d done the night before—maybe not over breakfast where they could be overheard, but at least before that when they were getting dressed in the hotel room—but everyone was just completely at ease, happily taking their turns in the bathroom, and then chatting and laughing over their coffee and marmalade toast and croissants when they got to the first floor.
One would think they thought it totally normal that Lily had watched her brother and their cousin have sex with each other, while she had sex with her brother’s girlfriend in front of him. All she knew was that she didn’t want to be the one to make a thing out of it.
Eventually Mina received a text, and after taking a quick look she brightened and said, “Oh, he’s here!” They crumpled their napkins and headed out into the lobby, just in time to find Sota stepping in through the doors, pausing and smiling at the sight of Lily. “Hi Uncle,” she chuckled, shuffling her feet.
“Now there’s a smiling face I’ve missed!” Sota beamed, and came striding forward to pull her into a bear hug. “How’s my little flower doing?”
“You haven’t called me that since I was ten!” Lily said, awkwardly returning his embrace.
“Isn’t that how long it’s been since I’ve seen you?” he joked. “Feels like it!”
Mina rolled her eyes. “You know, in some circles he’s actually considered funny.”
“Which ones?” Marcus asked wryly.
“I don’t know, I haven’t met them.”
Ironically, that was what Raven laughed at.
They allowed Lily a moment to head back up to the room and retrieve her luggage and then check out at the front desk. Before they parted, Raven and Mina hugged each other, and it looked like Raven whispered something in Mina’s ear. It made Lily curious, but she felt it would have been rude to pry. Then they were waving Marcus and Raven off as they got into Marcus’s Corolla to head back home, and Lily was climbing into the back seat of her uncle’s Suburban behind Sota and Mina, and they were off.
The bulk of the hour-and-forty-minute drive to Sacred Oaks was filled with Sota peppering Lily with mundane questions about her college life and relationships; all of the same questions she had answered for her parents the night before, but with none of the awkwardness of being in Dad’s presence. Even if the sex last night hadn’t relieved a tremendous amount of the tension Lily had been carrying, she suspected her uncle’s casual friendliness would have been enough to put her pretty well at ease.
When Sota eventually pulled off the main streets and onto the back country road leading up to the camp, the thought truly dawned on Lily that she had never been to her uncle’s home before. Most kids grew up getting to visit their relatives from time to time, but the Ishizawas had only ever come to visit the Greenfields, not the other way around. Of course, the reasons were obvious, but it seemed an unfortunate gap in her upbringing when she thought about. Sure, she and her siblings weren’t raised as nudists like Mina and hers were, but surely they could have at least been willing to give it a try once or twice for the sake of family, couldn’t they? Mom and Dad weren’t complete prudes, were they?
Regardless, that meant Lily had only a vague notion of what to expect when Sota’s SUV pulled up to the gate next to the fancy sign reading “Sacred Oaks.” An admission booth was stationed outside the gate with a bald, potbellied naked man watching some show on his laptop inside, who looked up and waved when he saw who had pulled up. “Welcome home, Sota.”
“Thanks Bill,” Sota said as the gates started opening with a loud whirring sound.
Lily braced herself for seeing a crowd of naked people as Sota pulled the car in through the gate, but the entrance was quiet and unpopulated. She only noticed one person, a woman walking the grounds wearing only a wide-brimmed sunhat and a pair of Ray-Bans, before Sota turned the car off the main road onto an understated trail going up a hill to their left. He glanced back over his shoulder at Lily and said, “Now you’re not under any pressure to get naked right away. You can take your time until you’re comfortable—”
“It’s okay, Uncle,” Lily assured him. “I agreed to come here, I knew what that meant. I’m ready for this.”
Sota looked at Mina, as if asking if Mina believed her. Mina just shrugged in acceptance. “Now remember the rules,” Mina said, looking back at Lily. “Put down a towel before you sit down, and always remember, no staring.”
“Yeah, okay,” Lily nodded. If it meant surviving the forseeable future without the awkwardness of last night’s dinner, she’d agree to whatever rules they wanted. Within reason, of course.
Sota pulled up in front of a somewhat rustic but cozy two-story house with a mahogany wood aesthetic. The front porch was a wooden deck with a railing and a short set of steps off to the left of the door. As soon as he shut the engine off and they climbed out, the front door opened and Aunt Madeline emerged wearing nothing but a pair of flipflops and sunny smile as she leaned against the wooden rail in front of the door, looking straight at Lily. “There she is!” Madeline beamed.
“Hi Auntie,” Lily said with a shy smile, having to remind herself of the “no staring” rule.
As Sota opened the back of the SUV and he and Mina went to retrieve Lily’s luggage, Madeline turned and hurried down the steps with an eager laugh, and rushed to hug Lily, cheering, “Hello gorgeous!” It was an odd experience receiving a friendly hug from a naked family member, especially one who appeared to be trying to smother her, but Lily did her best to return it without complaint. “We haven’t seen you in ages!” Madeline was halfway to blubbering. “You have to tell us everything! I’m dying to hear how you’ve been!”
“Mom, give her a little breathing room!” Mina sighed.
“Not a chance!” Madeline laughed, though she did release her hug.
Sota hit the button to close the tailgate, and he and Mina came marching up to the front steps hoisting Lily’s suitcases. “Come on, Lily, let’s get you settled in,” he said.
They came in the door and into the comfortable living room, where Mamoru was seated on an ottoman in front of the TV, playing some game on his Nintendo Switch. Lily could tell this was going to take some getting used to, seeing someone doing something as mundane as playing a video game in the nude. “Mamoru,” Madeline called.
“Yeah, Mom?” he asked in a distracted voice, not looking away from his game.
Madeline’s tone changed to one of annoyance. “Mamoru, would you turn off Zelda for a second and say hello to your cousin?”
Suitably chastened, Mamoru paused his game and slowly stood up, turning to face Lily. “Oh, hey,” he said, putting on his obligatory smile.
Once again, Lily had to catch herself as her eyes naturally started to yo-yo down to her 16-year-old cousin’s little fireman, and schooled herself to keep her eyes on his face. She stepped forward to open her arms to him, saying “Hi Mamoru.” As he accepted the hug she offered, Lily privately wondered how long it would take for this all to seem normal.
When she released Mamoru, Lily looked around and asked, “Where’s Ami?”
“She’s in the other room practicing her ballet,” Madeline explained.
“Ami does ballet?” Lily asked, intrigued.
“Ami loves ballet,” Sota smiled. “She’s our little swan. Except she doesn’t have any feathers.”
“Daaaad,” Mina groaned, giving his arm a little swat.
Lily followed them past the kitchen to another room, where a coffee table had been pushed up against the couch and a foldable linoleum dance mat had been laid down in its place, on which Ami was mimicking the performance of the professional ballerina on the TV in front of her. Lily was immediately struck by the idea that her 18-year-old cousin’s passion for this artform made sense: Ami certainly had a dancer’s body, with her slender, willowy figure that was able to move so flexibly. It was while she was balancing on one leg and raising the other to point straight up that she turned her head to see Lily standing there. “Hi Lily,” she said with a toothy grin.
Lily made a conscious choice not to focus on the fact that Ami’s legs were currently spread as far as humanly possible and that her sparsely-trimmed cooch was pointing right in Lily’s direction. Thankfully Ami didn’t hold that position for long, bringing her leg down and moving sideways on her toes, bending over backwards and flaring her arms above her head.
“Wow, that’s ... you’re very ... limber,” Lily blurted out, and immediately wanted to cringe. Limber? Really?
“You have no idea,” Sota said behind her in a voice that was barely audible. Madeline had to suppress a chuckle for some reason.
“Come on,” Mina said, “our guest bedroom is over this way.”
Lily followed them into what was indeed a cozy and well-kept bedroom at the end of the hall, where Sota and Mina finally set her suitcase and duffel to rest against the wall. “Nice,” Lily said with an approving nod, moving in and sitting down with a flop on the bed, testing its springiness, which was pretty good.
“Alright, well I’m gonna go upstairs and get outta these damn clothes,” Mina said, walking out. Then she called back behind her, “Once you’re outta yours, Lily, I’ll take you on a tour of the grounds.”
Sota turned a gentle look toward Lily once Mina had gone. “Again,” he said, “there’s no pressure for you to undress right away, but you’ll probably be more comfortable—”
Lily immediately silenced him by standing up and crossing her arms to pull her shirt off. He watched as she continued to strip down, tossing her clothes onto the bed, and when she was fully naked she placed her hands on her hips and met his eyes, letting him see how unashamed she was. “Were you saying something, Uncle?”
Sota chuckled. “Okay then,” he said, turning to leave. “Guess it’s my turn. Oh, and if you need it, the bathroom’s over here on the right.”
Lily decided to take him up on that offer, realizing she’d built up a pretty full bladder after that lengthy car ride. Once she’d relieved herself, she paused to examine her naked form in the mirror. It occurred to her that this was how she’d be going for a pretty extended period of time, possibly weeks if not months even, depending on how long it took for her to work up the nerve to face Dad again.
Wow, that’s a long time to be naked!
She brushed a few stray locks of hair out of her face, and on what she realized was a silly impulse she hefted her boobs a couple of times as if checking that they were still sufficiently bouncy. Then she felt she might as well run with that silly impulse a moment longer, and turned around to examine her ass in the mirror, using her hands to test its firmness. Thus satisfied, she turned to the bathroom door, and stepped out to face her summer.
Keiko wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing when she found herself parked outside of Rick’s office. It had been kind of a hasty, spur-of-the-moment decision to drive down and drop in on him for an impromptu visit, spurred on partially by the latest text from Barry, telling her to prepare for something special during tonight’s broadcast. Perhaps she was thinking she was trying once again to grab for the hint of a lifeline that her husband represented. Perhaps she was trying to avoid seeking solace from Barry’s advances from the less apropriate source that was walking around the house in the form of Marcus. And while she was at it, perhaps she was still hoping she could coax Rick into opening up to her about what the drama between him and Lily was about.
But regardless, here she was now, sitting in her car outside of Rick’s building, examining herself in the visor mirror as she adjusted her makeup. She’d dressed in the sexiest things she had that could still be considered somewhat professional, with her most form-fitting red-violet blouse that she’d left partially unbuttoned and the tightest black skirt she had. And then, not sure of the outcome or wisdom of what she was doing but determined not to back out now, she got out of her car and walked in through the big glass door, her heels clicking on the marble lobby floor as she strode to the elevator.
It had been years since Keiko had been to Rick’s office, but she still remembered exactly where it was. She took the elevator up to the 26th floor, and walked silently past the crowd of worker bees going about their jobs on the way. Most of them ignored her, but she heard a few whispers saying, “Hey, isn’t that the news lady?” And as she approached Rick’s door, she heard one person recognize her more specifically: “Oh, yeah, that’s Mr. Greenfield’s wife!”
Yes, that’s what she was, she thought as she found herself standing before the polished oak door with the name “Rick Greenfield” emblazoned on its plaque. And she didn’t know how her own husband was going to react to her showing up unannounced like this. But hey, she wanted to show him that she could be spontaneous, right? She hesitated only for a moment or two, and then took a breath, and stepped through the door.
Except Rick wasn’t there.
Score one for spontaneity.
Instead, Keiko came in to find a leggy bespectacled brunette in a business skirt that was almost as risqué as the one Keiko was wearing, going through papers on Rick’s desk. Without looking up at first, the woman started to say, “Oh hey, boss, did they say—” She stopped suddenly when she looked up and saw Keiko standing there, obviously not who she was expecting. “Uh, hi?” she said curiously, taking her glasses off.
“I’m sorry,” Keiko said, stepping more fully into the room and letting the door swing shut behind her. “I was just looking for my husband.”
The woman seemed to recognize her as she looked her over. “Oh, well I guess he’s still in a meeting,” she said.
“And you are?”
“I’m Krista, I’m your husband’s ... assistant.” For some reason she hesitated on the word, as if she wasn’t entirely sure it was the right one to use.
Keiko examined her right back. Definitely a sexy woman, if Keiko was anyone to judge, which she prided herself on being. Definitely dressed to impress, as Keiko herself had made a point to be. And a woman who spent her day in close proximity to Rick, wearing that tight blouse that he would see her in all day.
“Are you the one he’s fucking?” Keiko suddenly blurted out.
The poor woman looked like she was about to pass out. Her face turned as red as a tomato, and she seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. A couple of the papers she was holding slipped from her grasp and fluttered to the floor, and she didn’t even seem to notice. “Uh ... I ... ah...” she choked in a strangled wheeze.
Keiko was suddenly seized by a rush of sympathy for this woman, who she knew didn’t deserve the heart attack she was on the verge of. “Okay, wait, I’m sorry,” she said, throwing her open hands up in a gesture of peace as she stepped closer. “Let’s start again here. Hi, I’m Keiko,” she said, extending her hand.
Krista stared at Keiko’s proffered hand without taking it, and then looked up at her eyes, still very much intimidated.
“I promise I’m not going to stick a knife in you,” Keiko said with just a touch of impatience. “I’m hardly the model of marital fidelity myself. If anything, you being with Rick gives us something in common.”
Krista stared at her for a moment longer, and then with the air of someone worried about being bit by a snake, slowly reached out to accept her handshake. “Hi, I’m Krista,” she said again.
“Well, Krista, do you know when Rick will be back?”
“Um, not really. I thought he was back early at first when you came in. Sometimes these meetings go for a couple hours. Is he expecting you?”
“No, definitely not. I was looking to surprise him, but I guess I surprised you instead.”
“Yeah,” Krista chuckled humorlessly, finally bending to pick up the papers she’d dropped. “Surprise.”
Keiko could see that not announcing her arrival had not worked out in her favor this time, and there was not much point in hanging around here without knowing when or if Rick would show up before she had to leave for work herself. But, she was here now. “Well, Krista, are you terribly busy right now?”
Krista blinked a few times, evidently surprised again at that question. “Well, I just thought I’d check a few things off my to do list before Rick gets back...”
That sounded like a no to Keiko. “Care to join me for lunch?” she shrugged.
Krista stiffened, like she wasn’t sure she’d heard right. “Excuse me?”
“You know, lunch,” Keiko said, smiling pleasantly. “Midday meal. We eat, we talk, we share embarrassing stories about my husband behind his back. I’ve got nothing better to do, do you?”
Krista appeared to be waiting for someone to reveal the punchline. When nothing else happened, she hesitantly set the papers down and said, “Okay.”
Krista was as tense as a tripwire on the short walk to the elevator. And even once they were inside it and on their way down to the lobby, Krista kept looking at Keiko nervously. Keiko finally had to laugh, “Will you relax? I’m not going to murder you or anything.”
“I’m sorry,” Krista said, doing her best to relax and not doing a very good job of it. “I just, I imagined several times what might happen if I ever met you, and being invited to lunch isn’t what I was expecting.”
Keiko chuckled. “Me either,” she admitted. She still wasn’t quite sure why she’d done it, but when she looked at Krista, she didn’t feel any anger or jealousy or resentment towards the woman.
“Where are we going?” Krista asked. She sounded just a bit like, despite Keiko’s assurances, she was still worried the answer might be a dumpster where Keiko could hide her body.
“You know that little cafe around the corner from here?” Keiko asked, remembering where she and Rick used to go on her occasional surprise visits back when he’d first started working here.
“Yes, I do,” Krista nodded. “I go there all the time.”
“With Rick?”
Krista hesitated, and then nodded. “Sometimes,” she admitted.
Keiko tried to put her at ease with a smile. Krista did her best to return it.
They arrived at said cafe and got settled at an outdoor table under a sun umbrella, and soon they were trading stories over sandwiches and lattes as Krista slowly grew more relaxed around Keiko. Especially after Keiko said a few things like, “Have you gotten him to admit how he fought not to ugly cry when we showed our kids Titanic?”