The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 48: Justice
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 48: Justice - 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
“Okay, be honest with me,” Zander said, sitting hunched over on the family room couch. “How fucked are we?”
“Don’t talk like that, son,” Rick said harshly as he paced back and forth. “We’re gonna find a way out of this.” His hopeful words were in direct opposition to his heavy tone.
“But can’t we get this Justin guy arrested for robbery?” Lily asked, looking around at everyone. “You said he was wearing a mask, but you recognized his voice, didn’t you, Paula?”
Paula started opening her mouth to say something, but Sota quickly cut in with, “You really think we want the cops anywhere near that flash drive?”
Mina sat in one of the dining room chairs, staring at the floor. “The first video on there has me very clearly saying I’m 16, and that I’m losing my virginity to my dad. There’s no room for misinterpretation on there.”
“Yeah, and Raven’s family isn’t much better off,” Marcus moaned, looking at Raven sitting in silent thought beside him. “And anyone finding out it was in our possession is gonna start looking at us more closely.”
“Yeah, thanks for clarifying that, Marcus,” Zander moaned.
“We’re doomed, aren’t we?” Bobbi whimpered.
“Everybody, stop with the defeatist talk!” Keiko snapped. “I only want to hear what we’re going to do about it!”
“Skip town?” Mina deadpanned. “Change our names?”
“I’m serious!” Keiko barked.
“So am I,” Mina said darkly.
“Mina...” Sota began, walking toward her chair, but he couldn’t come up with anything to follow that up with.
“I never should have asked to borrow that flash drive,” Bobbi heaved, hunching down in her seat and cupping her hands over her forehead, bunching up her hair.
“We should have never made it in the first place,” Mina said. “I knew we were tempting fate by recording our escapades, but we went along with the idea because we thought it was kinky.” She derisively spat out the last word.
“Everyone, enough!” Keiko shouted. “Enough with the finger-pointing! I don’t want blame, I want solutions!”
Paula lifted her head from where she’d been letting it hang, her face drained of emotion when she finally spoke. “I think there’s only one.”
Several eyes turned in Paula’s direction. “Why don’t I like the sound of that?” Zander asked.
“I need to give Justin an incentive not to share those videos with anyone,” Paula said darkly.
“You’re right,” Bobbi said. “I really don’t like the sound of that!”
“Paula,” Lily said, “whatever you’re thinking...”
“We know what Justin wants,” Paula said in the voice of a condemned prisoner. “He wants me. And that’s what I’m gonna give him.”
“Paula, stop right there!” Rick surged forward. “We are not about to let you give yourself up to a rapist!”
“The way I see it, that’s the only way to save this family!” Paula insisted. “Justin has a gun to our heads! We gotta give him what he wants!”
All of a sudden, a shockingly calm voice said, “Or, we let him think that.”
All eyes turned to Raven, who had been conspicuously silent up until that point. In stark contrast to the panicked and worried looks everyone else was wearing, Raven had a devious little smirk on her face, her eyes turned to the side in thought as she rested a knuckle against her lips.
“Wh ... what?” Paula stammered.
Raven didn’t immediately reply, but simply sat there, letting everyone see the wheels in her head turning. After a moment, she ticked her eyes over to Bobbi and asked, “Bobbi, where in your purse did you have the flash drive?”
“What?” Bobbi said, surprised at the question.
“Where did you have it?” Raven repeated. “Was it in the main pouch with your makeup or wallet? Was it in one of the smaller pockets?”
Bobbi paused to think. “It ... was in one of the pockets within a pocket, the little tiny one inside one of the front pouches. I didn’t want it rattling around with everything.”
“What does that matter?” Mina asked.
“I’m trying to determine how likely it is that this Justin guy has found the flash drive by now,” Raven said. “Because if he hasn’t, maybe we can nip this in the bud. From what it sounds like, he didn’t plan on taking Bobbi’s purse, he just did it because he wanted to rattle you. And his daddy’s rich, so I don’t think he cares about Bobbi’s tens and twenties. I’m betting there’s a good chance he hasn’t even bothered to open it yet. And even if he has, I doubt he’s checked it very thoroughly.”
Looks of hope met looks of skepticism around the room. “Seems like a shaky limb to go out on,” Marcus said.
“But it’s a place to start from,” Keiko said hopefully.
“Paula, you’ve dated this guy, so you know the layout of his house?” Raven asked.
“Yeah?” Paula said with a raised eyebrow.
“Am I correct in guessing you’ve got a plan?” Sota asked, coming up behind Raven’s seat.
“What are you talking about?” Zander grinned. “She’s Raven. Of course she’s got a plan.”
Of all the nerve, Justin was hosting another one of his stupid pool parties when Paula arrived at his house that afternoon. The fact that Justin and his buddies could assault and rob her and her sister, and then a few hours later be happily lounging and splashing and clinking beers while surrounded by fawning bikini-clad floozies would have been unbelievable, if Paula didn’t know Justin as disgustingly well as she did.
More concerning was whether having a crowd around changed the plan. As Paula approached the partying crowd in Justin’s back yard, she paused to send a text to Raven asking this question. A minute or two later, Raven sent a reply:
If you play your cards right, this could be even better.
Paula was about to send another text asking what she meant, but looking around at the crowd of girls, she realized she did have contact info for a few of them, and Raven’s meaning came to her in full. She just was going to have to be a little more careful about what she said or got Justin to say.
She found Justin sitting back in one of his pool chairs in his trunks and an unbuttoned shirt, with his arms around two of the most vapid girls from the cheerleading squad. He had just been sharing some crude joke with one of his buddies nearby when he noticed Paula approaching, and his grin widened. “Well, ain’t this a nice surprise!” he leered.
“Hello, Justin,” Paula deadpanned.
“Gosh, I haven’t seen you in forever!” he said, showcasing his terrible acting ability. He was trying to play it off like he hadn’t just seen her a short while ago, clinging to the pretense that the clown mask had obscured his identity, but he just couldn’t suppress his knowing smirk.
Paula considered outright accusing him of exactly what he had done, but looking at the girls clinging to him, watching Paula with wary eyes, she suddenly had a better idea. “I just thought I should let you know, I’ve been getting kind of itchy and rashy down there. And it burns when I pee. I think you might have given me something.”
This immediately had exactly the effect Paula had been hoping for. The two skanks’ faces morphed into grimaces of disgust and alarm as they pulled themselves away from Justin’s grasp. “Uh, I just remembered I have to be somewhere,” the brunette said.
“Yeah, me too,” the blonde agreed.
Paula smiled triumphantly at the helpless way Justin gaped after the retreating girls, and then at the angry glare he turned on her. “You wanna say something to me?” Paula challenged him.
“I got a few nasty things I’d like to say, yeah,” Justin snarled.
“Then why don’t we step over to somewhere a little more private so we can talk,” Paula said, and began walking toward a quiet, unoccupied corner of the yard around the side of the house.
As Justin got up to follow Paula, Bobbi carefully creeped through the side gate and leaned around the house to spy on them. Paula looked back over her shoulder toward Justin and spotted her, and gave the subtlest nod of her head toward the back door before she turned forward again.
Bobbi looked toward the sliding door that people were going in and out of. Having a party in progress did simplify things, as they’d been worried Paula would have to somehow convince Justin to unlock the door and keep him distracted enough to not notice the second girl sneaking inside. But with people with beer cups in their hands coming and going as they pleased, Bobbi could just blend right in.
Well, maybe not RIGHT in, Bobbi thought, realizing she was one of the only girls present who wasn’t wearing a bikini. But thankfully, that didn’t seem to draw anyone’s attention as she stalked through the crowd and ducked in through the door.
While Bobbi was scanning about the comfy and expensive living room for the stairs, it occurred to her to wonder how many of the swimsuit-clad guests she saw crowding around knew about what their host had done to her sister. Or how many of them just didn’t care. How many of these people had been apprised of how their host had roofied and violated someone, and still showed up in their swimsuits to chat and drink and make out with their girlfriends? It was not a thought Bobbi wanted to dwell on. She tried to put it out of her mind as she located the stairs and planned her route around the people hanging around near it.
“Hey wassup, darlin’?” a voice interrupted her as Bobbi started toward it. Bobbi suppressed a cringe as she turned to see the stocky blonde guy standing next to her in his blue Hawaiian trunks with a beer cup in his hand, looking her over in a way that made her skin crawl. “You just get here?” he asked, noting that her state of dress was substantially more than most of the girls here.
“Uh, yeah, I just popped in for a spell,” Bobbi said, trying to inch away from him without being too blatant about it. “Probably not gonna stay long.”
“Aw, that’s too bad,” they guy said, remaining frustratingly upbeat. “Maybe I can convince you to stay a bit? I bet you look smokin’ in whatever suit you brought!”
So now the downside of trying this in the middle of a party had arisen. Guys who expected the girls at this party to be easy lays were likely to be a problem, and one she needed to rid herself of somehow. “Well...” she began, cycling through possible options, “why don’t you ... go and wait for me by the pool. And I’ll come out in a little bit and wow you in it.”
“Mmm,” he purred eagerly, once more looking her over. “Looking forward to it, cutie!” And then thankfully he turned and headed out the door, taking his lascivious smirk and an uncomfortable load off of Bobbi’s shoulders with him. It was a risky move, as he would be expecting her when she came out again, but at least for the moment it worked.
Bobbi was lucky enough not to get hit on again on her way to the stairs, and in fact the couple who were hanging around and chatting by the banister didn’t even seem to notice when she squeezed past them and headed up. She reached the top landing and recalled Paula’s instructions that Justin’s room would be the second on the right, which when she got there was behind a closed door.
And as she approached it, Bobbi heard the reason why it was closed.
“Oooh, fuck! Harder! Harder! Yes!”
“Unh, baby! Fuck!”
It felt a bit like falling back on old habits when Bobbi carefully inched the door open to find the pair of strangers making use of Justin’s bed. She had no idea who they were; they were angled away from her so that she couldn’t see their faces, and she doubted she would have known them even if she could. All she could see was the guy’s pimply ass going up and down and his hairy balls bouncing as he drove his fat cock into the skank underneath that had her legs wrapped around him.
Bobbi was used to being a lot more turned on when she saw this sort of thing, but she wasn’t here for the show. She forced herself to look away and scanned the room, searching through Justin’s piles of carelessly discarded clothes and junk. She really hoped she wouldn’t have to go rooting around through all of that creep’s trash looking for her purse, especially if it turned out he didn’t even leave it in—
There it was. She spotted the strap first, and followed it to find her purse roughly shoved behind an old soccer trophy on a shelf on the wall. That was one problem checked off the list.
Now she just had to go in and get it.
She turned her attention back to the rutting couple on the bed, who thankfully still hadn’t noticed her. She wondered if that streak would continue once she’d slipped inside. Once upon a time Bobbi had been the master at sneaking around people while they were fucking, but she was a bit out of practice now that everyone she knew and cared about was freely allowing her to join them. But ... well, they seemed pretty thoroughly absorbed in each other. It seemed like there was a good chance they wouldn’t notice Bobbi even if she strolled into the room blasting Bon Jovi.
All the same, she made her entrance carefully, gently pushing the door open and tiptoeing inside. She found herself constantly changing where she was looking, from her purse on the shelf to the couple in the bed to the clutter on the floor as she took one careful step, and another. Each time her toes came down on the floor, she paused nervously and looked up again at the fucking pair, who were still absorbed enough in each other to remain blissfully oblivious to her presence.
Her foot connected with a little foam rubber basketball that was lying on a pile of clothes, which went tumbling and rolling away. She froze and looked up again, but the pair on the bed were still humping and moaning, their own sounds having apparently overcome the little one she had made. So far so good, but Bobbi still felt very much like she was walking on a rickety bridge that could give way at any moment.
She turned her eyes up again to her purse, and calculated that two more steps would bring her close enough to get it. She also calculated that it meant stepping on top of the unkempt stack of discarded clothes to get it. Justin must have done the same to put it there in the first place, so he obviously didn’t mind, and ... what, was she actually concerning herself with what Justin would care about?
No, of more concern was how stable her footing would be on that stack. Still, there was no help for it. She took another careful step, and glanced up once more at the pair and their cries of “Oh, baby! Yes!” And then she planted a foot on top of the stack of dirty clothes. She pressed her foot down hard into it to secure her footing, and then brought her other foot up to join it, placing a hand on the desk in front of her to steady herself. And then she reached carefully up, reaching her hand around the trophy, which she now saw had been from when Justin was 12. Oh, to think of that creep as a child ... it was unsettling. Her hand fell on the smooth leather of her purse, and she started carefully sliding it sideways...
“OH GOD, I’M CUMMING!”
Bobbi didn’t mean to turn and look, but the girl’s cries couldn’t help but draw her attention. She turned her head and saw the girl arching her back off Justin’s bed and squeezing her eyes shut—
She caught the movement of the trophy out of the corner of her eye. It was already falling when she whipped her head back toward it. She reflexively tried to bring her free hand up to catch it, but she was just a split second too late. It hit the edge of the desk, and the little gold boy with the soccer ball broke in two at the waist, the upper part flipping over several times in mid air while the rest of the trophy hit the floor with a loud THUNK.
Bobbi winced, her hand squeezing her purse above her head, and slowly looked up. The couple on the bed had stopped what they were doing and were now looking right at her. Bobbi stood there for a moment, looking back at them like a deer in the headlights, which in fact was much the same way they were looking at her.
At last, Bobbi whispered the only thing she could think to say: “Sorry.” And then she turned and hurriedly tiptoed out with her purse clutched tightly in her hand, and shut the door behind her before anything else could be said.
Bobbi leaned back against the door and let out a breath. That had been among the most stressful few minutes of her life. Apparently she really was out of practice in her sneaking, but she supposed that could have been a lot worse.
Speaking of which...
She lifted her purse and quickly opened the front pouch. She stuck her finger into the pocket inside, and was relieved to find the hard shape of the flash drive, right where she’d left it. She pulled it out and examined it pinched between her fingers, giving a proud little smile, and stuffed it into her pocket before she got up to head downstairs before anything else happened.
Meanwhile, as Paula came around the corner of the house, Justin roughly grabbed her by the arm. She twisted around and wrenched her arm free. “Hey, hands off!” she barked. “You’ve touched me enough already today!”
“I—” he started, and then stopped, remembering to play ignorant. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh-huh,” she drawled. “So you’re really gonna pretend you and your goons didn’t attack me and my sister and steal her purse?”
Justin took on an absurdly transparent imitation of shock. “Wow, did someone attack you, Paula? Gosh, that’s just awwwwwful!” Then on a dime, he switched to a vindictive sneer. “Not that you don’t deserve it, bitch!”
Paula twisted her face into a snarl. “You just can’t resist being an asshole, can you?”
“Why, you gonna do something about it?” he challenged, taking a step closer. “Or you gonna get that poor whipped brother of yours to do it for you again? Little loser following you around like a fucking puppy! You sure you’re not giving it up to him, slut?”
Paula froze. Was this an indication that he had in fact seen the videos? Did he suspect the truth?
But he hadn’t said it in a knowing tone, like he was trying to suggest he was onto her. It didn’t seem like he was threatening her with a secret he knew. No, he’d said it like something he was throwing out as just crude insult, like he was just trying to be crass and hurtful. As if the suggestion of Paula’s real relationship with Zander was supposed to be a point of shame.
If only he knew. Which Paula started feeling more confident that he didn’t.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Justin sneered. “I strike a nerve?”