The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 41: Intervention
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 41: Intervention - 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
As he had done before, Kenneth sighed in dismay as he once again pulled his car up to the motel after his day at work. Just the fact that this was what it had come to, and all because he was such a pervert that he couldn’t keep a lid on his forbidden attraction to his stepdaughters.
This obviously wasn’t any kind of long-term solution. He was going to have to come home at some point, but how would he know when? At what point would he know whether it was okay for him to come home and deal with things? Perhaps he needed to gather his nerve and just call Heather and Andie and talk things out, and set some boundaries while he couldn’t actually see them and wasn’t tempted to do something he shouldn’t. Or maybe he needed to call his wife and just have an honest talk with her about ... oh, please, he wouldn’t even get through the first minute of that conversation before she’d fucking castrate him.
He needed to come up with some kind of plan. He was mulling it over, thinking what he might say to the girls over the phone and how he might muster the courage to make that call when he stepped inside his motel room—
—and came up short at the sight of Andie lying on her side on the bed, posed like a magazine model.
In her underwear.
“Hi Kenneth,” she purred.
“Andie!” he gasped, letting the door swing shut behind him. “What ... what are you...?”
“Aren’t you happy to see me?” she said in a voice that dripped with innuendo.
“How the hell did you know where to find me?”
“I called your partner, Sam I think his name was. The one who’s number you have on that corkboard in your study? I told him I was worried about you.”
He did in fact have the number of his business partner on the corkboard, which he’d put there for Dana’s benefit in case she needed it. And he had in fact had to tell Sam where he was staying, though he had been a bit vague with him on the details of why. It made sense that the guy would be a bit worried and all too happy to supply a worried family member with details.
“And who let you in the room?”
She shrugged. “I told the guy at the desk that I was looking for my missing daddy. I showed him a picture of us together, and he was all, ‘Of course sweetheart.’” Then she smirked a bit guiltily and added, “And I might have batted my eyelashes at him a little.”
Kenneth sighed, and set his briefcase down on the floor. “Does your mother know you’re here?”
“Of course not,” she said, sitting up. “It’s just you...” And then she got up and started sashaying toward him. “ ... and me.”
Kenneth held up his hands to ward her off. “Andie, for the love of God, put your clothes on!”
She didn’t. She kept moving closer, and he backed up the half step he had between himself and the door. When she got close enough that he could practically count her eyelashes, she said, “I know why you left. You think you have to hold yourself back from touching us, and we were making it too hard for you. But I honestly don’t mind.” She began running her hands up along his chest. “Whatever you want to do to me, I’m here to tell you, it really is okay!”
Oh, dear God. She was a living embodiment of sex on legs, made all the more alluring with her petite frame and girlish pigtails. And she was touching him, practically begging him to touch her back. There was no way for his body not to react, as his pants grew tighter and his pulse started hammering. “Andie ... please ... we can’t do this!”
“You can!” she insisted, bringing her arms up and around his neck. “I can!”
“You’re 16 ... you’re too young!”
“You want me, Kenneth!” she breathed, rising up on her toes. “You can have me!”
“No ... Andie, this is wrong!”
“Just shut up and kiss me!”
And then, before he could protest any further, her soft lips were on his. He tried to resist for a moment ... a moment longer...
Her kiss felt so nice...
No! No! I can’t...
Her body was so warm against his...
No! ... No!
...
Yes!
His ability to resist her had been at its breaking point for a while now. And under the assault of her tender kiss and her nubile teenage body clad only in her pearly bra and panties, it could finally take no more. His arms came around her, and suddenly he was kissing her back. All the lust and desire that he’d been keeping locked away for months, if not years, came out all at once. He wanted this girl, and he let her feel that in no uncertain terms with the way he gripped her body.
They started stumbling along toward the bed as she seemed determined to climb up onto him, her breath coming in urgent gasps, her soft tongue eagerly greeting his own. When her legs hit the edge of the bed she started frantically fiddling with the buttons of his shirt while he tugged it up out of the waistband of his pants. They both pulled his shirt open together, and he let it slip off his arms while she ran her hands over his chest and began kissing his pectorals. He reached around her, finding the clasp of her bra and deftly unfastened it, and as it dropped away Andie leaned back to let him fully admire her cute teenage breasts, giving him a cheeky little smile as she gave her tits a little shake.
“Oh, Andie ... god damn,” he breathed, feeling his pants about to burst open as she cupped her breasts and gave them a couple teasing hefts with a giggle.
Kenneth all but dove on her, dropping her on her back onto the bed as his mouth affixed itself to one of those tender breasts. She cooed as he ran his tongue over and around her stiff nipple, her fingers combing through his hair and her knees coming up along his sides. Her feet started to push at his belt, indicating her desire for him to remove his pants. He lifted his hips and proceeded to do just that, unfastening his belt and squirming to push them down his legs. Meanwhile, Andie lifted her own hips off the bed, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, which she quickly slid off, bringing her knees up to slip them down off her feet and toss them aside.
Andie was now lying naked beneath him, and Kenneth felt like he might explode from sheer lust as he looked her over. Even more so when her tiny hand reached down and grasped the cock that he had just freed from his pants. “Wow, you’re so big!” she husked with a cute smile and an eager little chuckle.
“And you’re so beautiful,” Kenneth replied, not laughing at all. He bent and kissed her neck, fondling her breast in one hand, while she panted and squirmed beneath him, tugging at his cock. She moaned and tugged harder when he moved lower and continued licking her tit, moving his tongue in circles over her little nub.
“Mmm ... Kenneth ... you’re making me so hot!” Andie moaned. “Feel how wet I am!”
And he did. He brought his hand to her bald, baby-smooth slit and found it was dripping wet with her arousal. Before he could think further about it, he had slipped a finger inside her and was lightly pumping. “Ooooh, that feels nice!” she cooed, and pressed her tit harder into his mouth as she started stroking him faster. He added a second finger, and started rubbing his thumb over her mound, searching for her clit.
With his finger-fucking and his oral attention on her breast, it didn’t take long before Andie was bouncing her hips off the bed and declared, “Ahh, you’re gonna make me cum! Ohhh! Ohhhhh!”
“Cum for me, baby girl,” Kenneth found himself saying, almost as if the words were coming without his volition.
Andie’s already tight pussy clamped down on his invading fingers and she gasped, her hands gripping tightly on his wrist. He looked down at her face, her eyes shut and her mouth wide open as she rode out her orgasm. When she let her breath out again and dropped back to the bed, he tenderly stroked her head and kissed her face. She laid a hand on his face in turn and kissed him back.
Then she was rolling them over, crawling down into his lap as she gripped his shaft. She looked up at him with smoky eyes, conveying in no uncertain terms what she intended to do now. As Kenneth sat back, Andie crouched down, staring up into his eyes as she took his cock into her mouth. “Oh, god,” Kenneth hissed, overcome as much by the sight of her big, beautiful eyes looking up at him as by the warm, wet suction on his dick. There was no way not to reach a hand down and lovingly cradle her head, even as he rolled his head back with a groan.
She spent the next several minutes orally pleasuring him, her hand rubbing between her legs as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, running her tongue back and forth over every inch of it, while he sucked in breaths through his teeth. Then she came up off of him, a look of longing on her face. “I want you, Kenneth,” she said in an adorably pleading tone. “I want you inside me now.”
“Oh, Andie,” he moaned, taking her by the shoulders and rolling her over. He kissed her face and neck as he nudged her legs apart, and he felt the head of his cock pressing against her wetness. She reached to grasp his shaft, swabbing him through her cleft and notching him at her opening.
“Do it,” she said.
And in he pushed.
Andie’s mouth stretched open wide as Kenneth was engulfed in the tightest pussy he’d felt in years. She was so tiny beneath him, he half worried about smothering her. But the other half was too preoccupied with the exquisite way her walls hugged him to think about it as he began sawing in and out, drawing a slow moan from her mouth. “So ... big...” she whimpered. “So ... good!”
“Andie...!”
“Ahhhhhh!”
It was honestly kind of suprising that Andie was able to get her little legs all the way around his waist, but he wasn’t about to complain about it as she tugged him down, urging him deeper into her. It was also surprising how much her little figure was still able to move with his weight on top of her, as she energetically bucked to meet his thrusting. Her fingers dug into his back, holding onto his body as if it were her life raft in a storm.
“Deeper! ... Yes! Deeper! ... Mmmmmm!!!! ... AHHHH!!! I LOVE IT!!!!”
“God damn, Andie!” Kenneth growled. He had tried to pretend for so long that he didn’t want this. He had tried so hard to ignore the fire she and her sister stoked inside of him. Now, that fire was blazing out of control. Every thrust into his stepdaughter was driven by years of forbidden lust all coming out at once. Everything he had tried to pretend he didn’t feel was being poured into her, and before too much longer, it would be pouring into her literally.
“I’m gonna cum again!” Andie howled. “AAAHHHH!!!! YES!!!! DON’T STOP!!!”
“Unggghh, Andie!”
“I’M CUMMING!!!!! AHHH, I’M CUMMING!!! AAAAUUUUUUGGGHHH!!!”
“RRRRNNGGHHH!!!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Andie’s spine arched up and down as her pussy clamped down on him, her cries ringing in his ear. It was enough to finally push him past the point of no return. Kenneth thrust forward a final time and emptied his balls into his stepdaughter’s sucking womb, making a series of unintelligible grunting sounds as he bathed her inner walls.
Kenneth’s mind went blank for several minutes after. He rested on his elbows, trying to keep his full weight from crushing Andie’s tiny frame, as he caught his breath and slowly deflated inside her. He was trying hard not to think, because the only thought that would come to him was, he had actually done it.
Dear God help me, I actually did it.
“That was so good,” Andie hummed, kissing his shoulder. “When you come home, you so have to do that to me every day!”
That, more than anything, brought reality crashing down on him. He jerked himself back, yanking out of her, and scrambled to search for his clothes. “No, Andie, we can’t do this again! We shouldn’t have done it this time! And you need to get back home before—”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Andie?” Dana’s voice called from outside the door. “Kenneth? Are you in there?”
Oh, shit.
“Mom?” Andie called back in reply as she sat up, not seeming to notice Kenneth urgently thrusting his hands out in a futile “stop” gesture. He cringed and started pulling his clothes on that much faster.
“Andie? Open this door!”
“Just a minute!” Andie called, and started scrambling for her own clothes. Kenneth tripped and stumbled into the bathroom with one leg in his pants, hoping he could at least hide a little bit.
Dana continued pounding the door. “Andie?”
“Hold on, Mom!” Andie shouted.
They continued shouting back and forth at each other as Dana continued to knock. Kenneth was halfway through the process of rebuttoning his shirt when he heard the door opening. “Hey, Mom,” Andie said in a forced display of innocence. “How did you find me?”
Kenneth fumbled his way through making himself decent as he heard Dana answer, “Sam called me. He said you contacted him to ask where Kenneth was, and he was concerned that we didn’t already know. What are you—”
Kenneth stepped out then, curious as to why Dana had stopped her explanation so suddenly. “Hey, honey,” he said, finding her looking down at a spot on the floor as Andie stood in front of her, still trying to play the innocent act.
Dana didn’t immediately turn around in response to him. And when Kenneth tracked her gaze down to the floor, his heart froze when he saw the reason why.
In Andie’s haste to get dressed, she had apparently neglected to put her bra back on. Her bra that was lying there on the floor. Her bra that Dana was staring at.
“What is that?” Dana demanded in an ice-cold tone. She turned now to look at Kenneth, who could only imagine how obviously hastily his rumpled shirt had been thrown on and buttoned up. And then she looked at Andie, whose pigtails were quite a mess now that he really looked at them, and her shirt was half tucked under the waistband of her shorts and half out of it.
They could try making some kind of excuses. They could try coming up with some kind of cover story in the next few seconds. But it would do no good. Kenneth could see Dana putting two and two together right in front of him, as she turned eyes to him that were suddenly going molten with fury.
“Dana...” Kenneth began, but knew there was nothing he could say.
“You ... BASTARD!!!” Dana bellowed, and threw a slap at his face hard enough that Kenneth was surprised his head was still attached to his neck as he crashed down onto the bed.
“Mom, no!” Andie cried, rushing forward to stop her. Dana extended a hand to hold her back, glaring down at Kenneth as if determined to turn him to stone.
“HOW COULD YOU?!?!?” Dana roared. “SHE’S SIXTEEN, YOU ... MY DAUGHTER!!!”
“Dana, I’m sorry...”
“Mom, it wasn’t his fault!” Andie pleaded. “I seduced him!”
Dana grabbed Andie’s arm and began roughly leading her to the door, making Andie stumble as she walked. “We’re going home right now!” she thundered.
“Mom, please!” Andie whimpered.
Dana did not seem to hear her as she yanked the door open, pulled Andie outside, and turned one last look of pure venom back at Kenneth before she slammed the door shut. Kenneth was left to sink down face-first onto the bed, pounding his fist into the mattress, knowing his life was now officially over.
Dana was grimly, defiantly silent for the first ten minutes of the drive home, angrily ignoring Andie’s repeated pleas to speak to her. She could barely stand to even look at her daughter right now, let alone exchange words with her. And the next time she saw Kenneth ... she didn’t think she could be held responsible for what she might do.
She was just so overcome with her feelings of rage and betrayal. She never would have thought Kenneth capable of this. All the time she’d spent these last few days worrying about him, only for the man she’d married to violate her daughter like that ... what the hell was she supposed to do now?
Besides throw divorce papers signed in blood at him, of course.
It was after Andie’s eighth failed attempt to get her to speak—or maybe it was her ninth, Dana wasn’t really keeping track—that she noticed Andie typing something on her phone. It was at this point that Dana finally said something. “What are you doing?” she asked in a cold voice.
“I’m sending Kenneth a text,” Andie said, not looking up. “I’m telling him to stay put and while I work things out with you.”
“‘Work things out?’” Dana snapped. “The only thing I’m going to work out is whether or not to press charges against him!”
“Mom, Kenneth really tried to avoid this!” Andie said. “That’s why he left! Because he was becoming attracted to Heather and me, and it was getting harder for him not to act on it. I thought I could get him to come home if I showed him that I didn’t mind if he acted on it. I wanted to let him know it was okay.”
“But it’s not okay!” Dana barked. “And neither is what you were doing yesterday!”
“Why not?” Andie said, spreading her hands and creasing her brow. “What’s so wrong about it?”
“It’s wrong because you’re 16, and Kenneth is a grown man! And what you’re doing with your sister and your friends, that’s incest!”
“So what?” Andie shrugged. “It’s wrong just because you stick a label on it? Who cares what you call it? We’re all on birth control, we don’t have any diseases, no one’s forcing anyone ... and just because I’m 16? In most states that’s the age of consent! Why should I let someone else tell me if I’m old enough or not? Who makes up these stupid rules?”
Dana groaned in frustration. She was tempted to say “You’re too young to understand,” but realized that Andie would only repeat the same thing she had just said. She was getting the uncomfortable feeling that she had no rational argument that Andie would accept.
“And besides,” Andie went on before Dana could come up with anything else to say, “is it really that much worse than what you used to get up to? We’ve talked to Aunt Astrid, you know.”
Dana blinked in surprise at the mention of her old roommate and best friend from college, who had been the instigator of many of the more lurid shenanigans she had gotten up to back in those days. They didn’t see each other much anymore, owing to the fact that Astrid lived in Boulder, but they still kept in regular contact and visited every couple of years. Astrid had certainly hit it off with the girls on the occasions when she’d come to visit, and had encouraged them to call her aunt despite their lack of familial ties.
And there was some truth to what Andie was saying. Dana had certainly been something of a wild child in her college days. She’d slept around some, she’d had lesbian sex with several of her gal pals, she’d had threesomes, foursomes, even an orgy or two. She’d done her share of recreational drugs, and on a few occasions she could remember waking up in the bed of a stranger with a hangover and no memory of how she’d gotten there.
But that was then. Dana had grown up since that time, most notably when she divorced the irresponsible bad boy who had knocked her up with Heather and Andie. And even then, none of her experiences were anything like...
... Well, maybe they weren’t exactly the same as what her daughters were doing, but ... were they really in such a different league?
Of course they were.
Right?
“You ... you’ve spoken to Astrid? Recently?” Dana asked, seizing upon the most pertinent thought that came to her. Andie seemed to be suggesting that Astrid had been a bit loose-lipped with her daughters about her wild youth. Which, knowing Astrid, wasn’t that surprising.
“Earlier today,” Andie nodded. “Every time she’s come by, she’s told us about how you and she used to get up to all kinds of wild shit, so Heather and I thought she might have some advice about how things have been going sideways after you caught us doing ... well, you know.”
Dana briefly pulled her widening eyes off the road to look in surprise at her daughter. “You told her ... what you were doing?”
Only now did Andie turn coy. “Well, not at first. We tried to skate around the details, but Astrid figured it out.” Then Andie turned more confident again. “And you know what she said when she got us to admit that Heather and I were doing it, and that our friends were doing it with their siblings? She said ‘Ooh, how kinky!’ And then she said it was just like someone named Jessie Whitmore?”
Dana stiffened for a moment as a memory she had long since forgotten came back to her. Jessie Whitmore. She hadn’t thought about that name in years. It was one of her circle of friends that she and Astrid used to hang out with, who had been among the participants in a drunken game of truth or dare one night. Someone had asked her who the wildest person was that she’d had sex with, and Jessie had been drunk enough and under enough peer pressure to admit that she’d slept with her own brother. Some of the assembled girls had gasped in shock, others had oohed in excitement, while if memory served, Dana herself had simply stared in awe. But it had been one little tidbit of hearsay; she had not seen the act or participated in it, and her mind had filed it away among the much more prominent experiences she’d been drowning in at the time.
“Mom?” Andie said, indicating that Dana had been silent for a little too long.
Dana said the only thing she could coherently think to say at that moment: “I think I need to have a little talk with Astrid.”
“Sure, Mom, you do that,” Andie condescended with a sly grin.
They arrived at the house a few minutes later. Dana guided Andie up the steps to the front door, saying, “Let’s get your sister, we’re going to have a little family disc—”
She cut off suddenly when she stepped inside and found Heather seated in the living room, and not alone. “Hey, Mom,” Heather said in a steady voice from where she sat in the arm chair.
“Heather?” Dana said, directing her eyes to the four people who were seated on her couch. The only one of them Dana recognized was Raven, who was seated on one end of the neat little row; on Raven’s immediate left was a young man with the same shade of copper skin and a slick of black hair hanging down over the right side of his face. Beside them were a middle-aged couple, a stocky man with a mix of Asian and Hispanic features, and a slender Indian woman with thick curly hair.
“Hello, Dana,” Raven said in a measured tone. She turned a look at the companions on her left and said, “I’d like you to meet my family. My brother Terrance, my father Carlos and my mother Srishti.”
“Hey,” Terrance said with a nod.
“Hi,” Dana deadpanned. “Why are they all in my house?”
“Sit down, Mom,” Heather said, gesturing to the loveseat.
Dana eyed her daughter suspiciously, and warily obliged her. Andie sat down on the armrest of Heather’s chair, which prompted Heather to give her sister a curious look. “Did you really...?”
“I sure did,” Andie grinned, totally unashamed.
“Damn, girl, I’m impressed,” Raven smiled.
“You go, darlin’!” Terrance nodded with a wicked grin.
“Will someone tell me what’s going on here?” Dana impatiently demanded.
Everyone’s attention returned to her. Carlos was the first to speak. “Your daughters reached out to us after ... what we understand was a bit of a misunderstanding yesterday.”
“Misunderstanding?” Dana said bitterly. “Is that what you call it?”
“Yes, in fact, we do,” Srishti said. “We’ve been asked to come down to help you all work through it.”
“Think of it as an intervention, Mom,” Heather said. “For you.”
“Excuse me?” Dana spat, stiffening.