The Greenfield Family

As Mamoru continued to alternate between his mother and sister, Lily turned to look back up at Sota, feeling a renewed hunger in her loins. “I want you inside me now,” she husked.

“Wow, she’s really getting into it,” Sota said as Lily hopped onto the other wing of the sectional, laying back and spreading her legs, rubbing her clit in anticipation.

“I told you she would,” Mina smiled as Sota took Lily’s invitation and climbed into the space between her legs.

In the next minute, Lily’s cries were competing for volume with the alternating cries of Ami and Madeline. She frigged her clit and stared lustily up at her uncle’s strained and determined face as he thrust down into her, while Mina knelt beside her, watching, idly toying with Lily’s breast and occasionally bending to kiss her. She could no longer remember any of her reasons for hesitating to do this; she knew only the incredible feeling of Sota’s thick cock moving in and out, sending waves of pleasure shooting through her body.

“Oh, God, fuck me!!! Fuckmypussy, fuckmypussy, fuckmypussy, fuckmypussy, AAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!”

Sota continued thrusting through her next orgasm, and then sat up and hooked her legs over his arms. “Why don’t you sit on her face, Mina?” he said.

“May I?” Mina asked, stroking Lily’s head.

“Come here!” Lily enthused, reaching out for her cousin.

Mina chuckled excitedly and positioned herself above Lily’s face, letting Lily take hold of her hips and lowering down. Lily’s world was thrown into darkness, leaving her only with the taste of Mina’s pussy in her mouth, the feel of Sota’s cock in her pussy and the sound of Ami and Madeline’s cries filling her ears. Although she couldn’t see anything, it was more than enough. And when she eventually licked Mina to orgasm, she could definitely tell.

“Ungh, it’s coming soon, Lily!” Sota grunted. “Where you want it?”

Lily pushed Mina off her and looked up at her uncle, whose face was starting to clench from his approaching release. “On my tits!” she breathed. Sota withdrew, and Lily sat up, cupping her breasts and licking her lips as Sota aimed the cock he was stroking at her proffered mammaries.

“You should cum on her too, Mamoru!” Ami called.

Lily glanced over in time to see Mamoru extracting himself from Ami and Madeline and marching over to her, rubbing his own shaft as he walked. He arrived in front of her just a second after Sota fired his load, painting the upper slopes of Lily’s breasts in white splatter. Once he had squeezed out the last drops, Mamoru stepped in to take his place, and within a few seconds fired his own load to add to his father’s. Lily squeezed and hefted her breasts as she hissed lustful breaths and stared down at the mess on them. And as the guys stepped back, Madeline, Mina and Ami descended upon her, laughing eagerly as they proceeded to lick up said mess and exchange cum-filled kisses with Lily and each other.

“Your first incest orgy,” Mina purred. “What do you think?”

For a moment, Lily said nothing. “I think ... I can’t wait to do that again!”

Everyone laughed. “I knew she was one of us at heart!” Ami beamed.

“Sota and I do have to attend to some of our duties on the grounds,” Madeline said, standing up. “But if you like, I’m sure we can find some time tonight, after dinner maybe, if you’re up for another round.”

“I’m game!” Mamoru enthused.

“She wasn’t asking you, son,” Sota said mirthfully, patting Mamoru’s shoulder. “We always know you’re game.” Mamoru rolled his eyes.

As Sota and Madeline left the room, Mina came up and sat down next to Lily. “I should ask, what do you think about... other things, now that you’ve done this?” She raised her eyebrows on the word “other,” emphasizing her meaning.

Lily got her meaning clear enough. And she found herself thinking about her own direct family, and coming to some rather profound realizations. Not the least of which was that for the first time in two years, when she thought about happened between her and Dad, she didn’t feel ashamed. Nor was she afraid of the idea of talking to Mom about it. All the reasons she’d had for avoiding her family and not returning home no longer seemed to matter.

“I think I’m ready,” Lily said in a hushed voice, as if surprised to hear herself saying it. Mina gripped her hand in support, and Lily looked up into her eyes. “I’ll stay another day. ‘Cause, you know, I really want to take Madeline up on that offer for another round tonight.” This produced a small round of chuckles from her cousins around her. “But after that ... I think I’m ready to go home.”

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Barry offered to drive Keiko to his house again, but Keiko insisted on driving herself. Barry pressed the offer a bit, raising his eyebrow and saying “Are you sure?” and giving her a wary look, as if he was expecting her to somehow skip out on their plan and wanting to remind her of the consequences of that. Keiko met his eyes levelly and assured him that she would be there.

And she would, alright. She had plans for him tonight.

Keiko had spent each of the last few nights practicing with Rick and Krista in preparation for tonight. And she had to admit, having regular threesomes in which she was encouraged to take control and boss the other two participants around was quite a bit of fun. Coming off of that, she was actually looking forward to her visit to Barry’s place for a change. Not for the thrill of surrendering to him like she used to, but for the chance to do the opposite.

And there was another reason Keiko’s spirits had been picking up this week: she and Rick were finally speaking to each other again. Not to mention fucking again. Yes, with another woman involved, but they were starting to feel like husband and wife again all the same.

Who’d have thought that her husband’s illicit mistress would be a key figure in saving their marriage?

She pulled up in front of Barry’s house a little while after Barry himself had gotten home, as she’d chosen to deliberately take a longer route and let him wait a bit. And even when she turned her car off, she sat in it for a minute or two before she got out and began slowly, leisurely strolling up to his medieval-looking doors. She banged his door knocker, and when he opened it seconds later, she could see him trying to mask his annoyance. “I was beginning to think you were going to skip out on me,” he said in a voice that was as cool as the metal of a knife’s blade.

“And miss all the fun?” she countered, shrugging off his veiled threat as she stepped past him into the house.

“There’s our pet!” a smiling Arlene said, standing in the doorway to the living room. She had dressed especially risqué tonight, with a tight corset, short skirt, stockings and heels; an ensemble that seemed like she hadn’t been sure whether she wanted to look like a dominatrix or a street walker.

“Arlene!” Keiko beamed. Before either of her hosts could react, Keiko marched up to Arlene, grabbed her by the face and planted a deep kiss of greeting on her. Arlene stiffened in surprise at first, but then seemed to happily melt into it.

And then Keiko kept holding the kiss.

And holding it.

“Alright, ladies, as titillating as this is, we really should move on.”

Keiko ignored him. She just kept Arlene in her grip and continued to kiss her nonstop.

“Keiko,” Barry said impatiently.

Keiko held up her index finger to indicate he should give her one minute. Although she had considered holding up a different finger.

When she finally released her, Arlene blinked as if in a daze. “Wow, I’m glad to see you missed me,” she chuckled.

Keiko then turned to look at Barry, whose annoyance was becoming less concealed. “Are you finished?” he groaned.

“Are you still here?” she quipped.

Barry rolled his eyes. “Very cute, Keiko. Now then, we have a bit of dinner prepared for you—”

“Oh, you can keep that for later, I had some takeout before I left work,” Keiko shrugged. She was determined not to accept anything Barry offered her tonight, and besides, the way he blinked in yet more annoyance was just the chef’s kiss. “I thought you’d be eager to get to the main event.”

“Well, I can’t fault her enthusiasm,” Arlene grinned.

Barry transitioned smoothly back into cocky mode. “Okay then, if you’re so anxious.” He started toward the familiar playroom, and Keiko and Arlene followed.

“You know, I’m wondering,” Keiko said, looking at Arlene, “do you ever play the dom role when you’re alone with him? Or is it only with your playmates like me that you get to be in charge?”

Arlene seemed taken aback, clearly not having expected this question. “Well, I...” That non-answer was answer enough for Keiko.

“How ‘bout it, Barry?” she asked as they moved into the playroom. “You ever take a turn in the sub role?” She was quite positive she knew the answer.

Unbuttoning and stripping off his shirt, Barry slowly turned, gripping the now familiar sleep mask that had been placed over Keiko’s eyes on most of her visits here. “I don’t recall giving you permission to ask questions, little pet,” he said in an oily tone.

“Now, now,” Keiko waved a finger at him. “The game hasn’t started yet.”

“I thought you were anxious to start.”

Keiko paused, as if needing a moment to consider. “Alright then. But why don’t we change the rules a little bit?”

Barry jerked his head back. “Excuse me?”

“What do you think, Arlene?” Keiko said, putting an arm around the skimpily dressed redhead. “Why don’t we let him wear the blindfold for a change? Just to keep things interesting?”

Arlene stared at her in surprise—and Keiko was thrilled to see that she appeared to be honestly considering it. Arlene turned to regard Barry, who was looking more flustered than Keiko had ever seen him. “Arlene...” he warned.

“What’s the matter, Barry?” Keiko said, sashaying toward him. “Aren’t you curious what it’s like on the other side? I think it’s about time we mixed things up a bit, don’t you?”

Barry looked at her like she’d spoken some obscure language out of nowhere. “What the fuck are you playing at, Keiko?”

“I’m playing your game, of course, Barry. Just like we agreed,” she said, striding past him to the box where several of their kinkier toys were kept. “I’m just playing it my own way for once.” She reached the box that sat on the little end table and began rummaging through it. “Now where are those things...?”

Barry quickly came up beside her and took hold of her arm. “I think you’re a little confused, my pet,” he said in a dark tone.

Keiko immediately made Barry realize his mistake in touching her as she came up with the set of handcuffs that had been used on her many times in this house, and slapped one of them onto the wrist that had grabbed her. Barry had only a moment to flinch in surprise before Keiko took advantage of his bewilderment and twisted his arm around behind him, grabbing his other wrist to cuff it too. “There, now, nice and secure.”

“What ... what the fuck is...?” Barry stammered. Keiko picked up the sleep mask that Barry had dropped on the floor in his surprise and lowered it over Barry’s eyes. Barry jerked and wriggled, trying in vain to free his hands to remove the blinding mask. “What are you doing?” he demanded.

“Whatever I want,” Keiko replied, reaching around to unfasten Barry’s pants, and she yanked them down to halfway down his shins, leaving his legs entangled in them. Then, rather than taking his pants all the way off, Keiko jabbed her knee into the back of Barry’s legs and pushed down on his shoulders, dropping him to his knees. “Down we go, big boy. Aren’t we having fun?”

“Take this thing off me right now, you bitch!” Barry ordered, twisting this way and that.

“Wow, would you listen to him?” Keiko said, looking up at the seemingly confused Arlene. “Still talking like he’s the boss. Do you think we should punish him a little, Arlene?”

“Arlene, would you please straighten her out and get these off me?” Barry insisted.

Keiko grimaced. “You know, I think he needs something else,” she said, and turned again to that box. She rumaged for a moment more, and then declared, “Here we go!” as she held up the item she was looking for.

“What is it?” Barry asked with a delicious touch of nervousness. “What are you—” He stopped as Keiko lowered the ball gag she’d retrieved over his mouth, and when she shoved it hard to get it past his teeth, all further words were muffled into incomprehensible grunts. “Mmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!” he protested as she secured it behind his head.

“There! So much better now!”

“Mmmm! Mm-hmm-hmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!”

“Ooh, this is beautiful!” Keiko moved around in front of him as she fished out her phone. “I’m getting a picture of this! Smile!” Barry mumbled desperately as Keiko snapped a picture of him down on his knees, half naked and struggling against his bonds. She was going to treasure this photo for a long, long time.

Keiko pocketed her phone and went striding back over to Arlene. “So, you have any ideas for how you’d like to play with him now? This is your chance to assume the dominant role in the relationship.”

“I ... I don’t know,” Arlene stammered, her eager temptress façade from before having fully crumbled away. “The partners are supposed to be all willing. I couldn’t do something like that when he’s obviously trying to get away?”

Keiko immediately dropped her playful demeanor. “Really? You seemed perfectly keen to play dom with me even after he blackmailed me into coming.”

Arlene turned a very hard look at her moaning and struggling husband. It occurred to Keiko to wonder if Arlene had even known that Barry had blackmailed her, despite how Barry had always said that he and Arlene shared everything.

Keiko considered talking Arlene into a little lesbian action that they could make Barry listen to, but the mood didn’t seem right anymore. Though if she were honest, she wasn’t sure it had before either. “It’s your choice, Arlene,” Keiko went on. “You can let him go, or you can have your fun with him. Though one way or another, I think the two of you are going to have a few things to talk about.”

Then she marched back up to Barry. She brought her foot up to plant her left pump on Barry’s shoulder, pressing the point of her heel into his chest and making him wince. “I honored your deal, Barry. I showed up. That’s what we agreed to. Now, I have a date with my husband to get to, and we’re going to have fun. Meanwhile, I want you to remember, the next time you try to make me your bitch, a bitch is what you’re gonna get!” Then she shoved him with her foot hard enough to knock him tumbling onto his back with a pained grunt.