The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 6: Keiko’s Second Performance
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6: Keiko’s Second Performance - 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
Keiko had felt this kind of nervous exhilaration in her life a number of times before. Never exactly the same, but it was not an unfamiliar sensation that she was feeling as she sat in front of the mirror, the hair and makeup specialists dolling her up for tonight’s broadcast.
She’d felt something like this years ago when she’d arrived on set for her first porn shoot. The idea of fucking strangers was not exactly outside the box for her, but her first time doing it knowing there would be a camera recording her had added an extra thrill to the whole thing.
She’d felt a similar but different kind of anticipation the night before her wedding to Rick. The excitement from being about to devote herself to the first man since Sota who had seen her as something more than a hot piece of ass, and the fear that one day he would see through her wholesome image and recognize her for the irredeemable slut she was, had her completely on edge that day too.
The first time she’d sat down in the studio after getting the anchor position, knowing she was about to be shown to the world as the image of professional beauty and class, she’d been all kinds of excited.
What she felt right now ... it fell somewhere at the nexus of all those times. The knowledge that the crazy things she’d done yesterday, purely as a result of her own carelessness, she was about to do again on purpose ... to go on the air in front of thousands of people, with a vibrator stirring up the inside of her cooch and trying to hide how it was bringing her to orgasm right in front of the world’s eyes...
It was completely bonkers. It was pie in the sky insane. It was just begging for disaster. It was something no rational thinking person would do.
So of course, that meant it was exactly the kind of thing Keiko would do.
As the beauty team put their finishing touches on her face, the door opened, and Barry appeared in the mirror behind her. “If you’re all done here, would you mind if I had a minute or two to confer with my co-anchor?”
“Sure, we’re done here,” one of the makeup artists said as they began packing up their kit and walking out of the room.
The last one out turned back to them and added, “Don’t mess her hair up. And remember you’re on in ten minutes.” Keiko grimaced. Sometimes she really hated how everyone here knew her reputation.
As the door shut, Barry slowly turned to look down at her in that makeup chair. Keiko gazed up at the reflection of his eyes in the mirror as he bent down next to her ear. He reached into his blazer and produced the same vibrator that she had unintentionally left inside herself yesterday, that he had promised to bring back today. Barry was a man of his word.
“You ready for your next performance?”
Her heart was pounding. Her breath was coming in short gasps. But yes, she was ready.
She took the vibrator from him. She rolled up her skirt and pulled her panties aside. She’d been wet for hours thinking about this; she’d had to reread and rehearse the story she was going to present five times today, because she couldn’t keep her focus on the content. All she could think about was getting to this moment. She was wet enough already that she easily slipped the vibrator inside, and shifted her panties and skirt back into place to hide it.
“Now turn it on,” Barry whispered.
Keiko reached into her purse and found the remote. She hit the button.
Immediately a rush of electric tingles ran up her body from the inside of her cunt, and she gasped and doubled over. Her right hand gripped the edge of the makeup counter, while her left bunched up the fabric of her skirt, and she squeezed her legs together tight. When she glanced up again, she saw Barry’s reflection looking down at her with wolfish eyes.
“You’re about to go live again,” he reminded her. “I hope you’re not about to behave like that in front of the world. Come on, we both know you can do better.”
Yesterday she’d forced herself to be compose because she had to. She’d become stuck in a situation with no way out, and she’d had to make the best of it. It was remarkable what someone could accomplish when under pressure, she’d learned.
Could she really do it again? Right now it felt like all she could do not to curl up in a fetal position and writhe on the floor until this little thing inside her made her cum like a geyser. And now she was supposed to get up and walk out of here with this thing still buzzing inside her, and go on the air again, and once more try to fight the pleasure and not give away what was going on beneath the table.
She suddenly had an orgasm right then and there, not two minutes after first turning that thing on. It took a bit of the edge off, sure, but of course that thing was still going. She sat up in her chair, panting hard, and reached out a hand to hold onto Barry’s arm.
“Well would you look at that,” he said, glancing at his watch. “Looks like we’d better hurry. We’re about to go live.”
Keiko released a shuddering breath, and nodded. On wobbly legs, she stood up. Somehow yesterday she’d managed to run through the entire studio with this thing inside her, driven enough by single-minded purpose to get to her seat in the newsroom that she’d managed to forget the thing that was stirring up pleasure in her core. Now there was no chance of forgetting about it. She knew she had to go on the air, but she was going there this time while entirely up in her head. She was going there with the full awareness and consciousness of what she was wearing in her cunt. And she felt like she could barely take a step.
But she took one, holding onto Barry’s hand. And then she took another. And then another.
And then she reminded herself that she was Keiko Greenfield, 6 o’clock newswoman, with an image to maintain. It may have been a stained image to anyone who knew her outside of the studio, and the thankfully scant few of those who had made a connection between the lady they saw on their TV and the porn actress they had seen going by Jade Silver twenty years ago, but it was still her image. An upright and professional newscaster in a gray blazer and pearls and well-kept hair.
She turned her mind to the stories she had to present tonight. The ones she had been reviewing and rehearsing for the past several hours. She stood up straight and let go of Barry’s hand. And shutting the electric buzz going on inside her pussy into some locked compartment of her brain, she forced herself to stride out into the newsroom.
Jon looked up when she and Barry entered. “Oh, good, you’re on time today,” he snarked.”
“I do that sometimes,” Keiko snarked back as she and Barry took their seats.
The moment she sat down, that part of her that had shut out the sensation in her cunt began to falter. She suppressed a shudder, hunching in her seat slightly, before forcing herself to straighten up. She glanced at Barry, and could tell by his look that he had noticed. He was going to be paying very close attention to everything she did tonight, she could tell. Even if the world didn’t notice when she concealed an orgasm during tonight’s broadcast, he sure as hell would.
The crew finished fussing around with them, getting them set with their lavalier microphones and putting some final touches on her makeup, and Jon began the procedure as the clock ticked down to six. “And we are live in 5... 4... 3... 2 ... cue music.”
The opening music sounded, and the “ON THE AIR” light came on. The teleprompter began to roll, and Barry and Keiko sat up straight. “Good evening, I’m Barry Capper.”
“And I’m Keiko Gree-eenfield.” Keiko hoped the hitch in her voice just then wasn’t as noticeable as she thought it was.
“Our top story tonight,” Barry began, “a tenement fire broke out last night on Wharf Avenue. Authorities report no deaths, but eleven residents have reportedly been hospitalized with severe burns.”
“Firefighters are investigating the cause of the conflagration,” Keiko picked up, switching into her professional mode and shutting away the barrage of sensation that was happening under her skirt. “While investigations are still underway, authorities have found what they believe to be the ruined remains of an amateur meth lab, which they say may have been involved.”
“Our correspondent Alice Corman is on the scene now to give us the latest on this developing story,” Barry said. “Alice, what’s happening down there?”
As before, Keiko was able to let her composure slip just a little while the broadcast turned to the reporter on the screen beside them. She knew she couldn’t risk Jon or one of the other crews notice how hard she was fighting not to scream, but as long as the camera wasn’t on her she could at least crumple up and squeeze her legs together a little without arousing suspicion. And if her hand came down and bunched up her skirt beneath the table, who besides Barry was going to notice?
But all too soon, the camera was back on her and Barry, and she was back to fighting to ignore the sensation and present the news with a straight face. Her heart was racing as she gazed into the camera, knowing the whole central valley area was watching her, feeling like they were waiting at any moment for her to lose control and give up the game.
She made it through the first half, and they went to commercial. She hunched forward and gripped the edge of the table, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Keiko?” Jayden the camera guy said, leaning around to look at her. “Are you okay?”
She forced her eyes open and made herself sit up. “Yes!” she said a little too loudly. “Of course, I’m fine.”
Jayden furrowed his brow, but didn’t press the issue. Keiko turned to Barry, who was giving her a knowing smirk. “Better be careful,” he whispered. “You’re starting to get a little obvious.”
He was right, she realized. Barry had figured out what was going on the first time she did this. If she wasn’t careful, it was only a matter of time before someone else figured it out too.
Hell, if this was going to keep happening, it was probably just a matter of time anyway.