The Greenfield Family
Copyright© 2025 by icehead
Chapter 8: Besties with Benefits
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8: Besties with Benefits - 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
Paula spent the better part of the morning focusing on her homework, or trying to anyway. She was making some halfway decent progress, but that little comment that Bobbi had made kept gnawing at her.
Did Bobbi know about what she and Heather had done yesterday?
Had the little pervert been spying again? This time on her?
Probably. Now that she thought back on it, she couldn’t remember hearing the door close when Raven had left. Knowing Raven, it would have been just like her to invite the opportunity for Bobbi to get an eyeful. And knowing Bobbi, it would have been just like her to take it.
Paula supposed she should feel violated, but honestly, all she felt was annoyance at her little sister being her usual pesky self. Still, she made a point to avoid Bobbi as much as she could during the day.
Eventually the afternoon came around, and Paula left to go meet with Heather at the mall, grateful to get out of the house. She arrived at the parking lot outside the west entrance, where Heather had texted her a few minutes before that she was waiting, and spotted Heather on one of the benches along the wall. Heather looked up and saw her, and her face brightened into a wide smile as she got up to greet her.
As they exchanged their usual hellos, the two girls met in an embrace that was a little more affectionate than usual. And then when they looked at each other again, Paula found she was sorely tempted to add in a kiss to their greeting. And from the way Heather had started leaning her face forward ever so slightly, it seemed she had the same impulse. They paused, faces inches from each other, eyes meeting as they conducted a silent conversation.
Should we?
I wouldn’t mind.
Maybe we should stop and think about it?
After yesterday, do we need to think?
Well, we’ve already done that, so...
And then they let that impulse take them. They came together in a light, tender kiss, one which lingered on maybe a bit longer than it should have. When it ended, they touched foreheads and smiled at each other, and proceeded into the mall holding hands.
“So where are we going today?” Paula asked.
“Gucci’s having a sale,” Heather said. “I saw an ad for it. I thought we’d start there.”
They did start toward Gucci, but found themselves getting sidetracked by the urge to check out the crystal shop and all its beautiful collections. They knew they probably weren’t going to blow money on any of the junk, but they couldn’t resist stopping in to admire them. They perused the collection of pretty displays, the crystals in the shape of ducks or sparrows or dolphins, the crystals in stylish pewter mounts, the broaches and earrings with sparkling crystal adornments. At one point they were bent over a display case to admire some of the jewelry, and noticed their faces were nearly touching. They glanced at each other, both of them starting to blush, and they giggled.
Eventually, in spite of their intention not to spend money until they got to Gucci’s, Heather found a crystal butterfly she just couldn’t resist. So with that first purchase in hand, they continued on. They window shopped at a few more jewelry and lingerie shops, but resisted going in and finding more things to tempt their money away. They made it to Gucci’s and spent nearly an hour trying on different outfits and showing them to each other, coming out of their dressing rooms in more and more daring displays, giving each other little twirls in whatever they were wearing.
It soon started to dawn on them that they were admiring each other as much as the clothes they were trying on.
After the first half hour, they came back to the fitting rooms after going back and finding a few more items they liked, and found that there was now only one fitting room available. They looked at each other, and with a grin, mutually agreed they were okay with that. After that point they were no longer just checking out each other’s clothes after they tried them on, but were watching each other change in and out of them. They would stop and admire each other whenever one of them was down to her bra and panties, and they would help each other fit into whichever dress one of them was trying on, their fingers running along each other’s flesh as they did so, giving both of them goosebumps.
Finally, they had gone through every outfit they’d brought in with them. And now they found themselves standing there, both in their underwear, facing each other. Paula ran her gaze over Heather’s petite little body, to her small breasts in that lacy white bra, her smooth little tummy, her cute white panties, and of course, those legs that she had noticed a million or more times, but had never looked at quite like this. And Heather’s pretty green eyes were gazing at Paula’s body in the same way through those adorable little glasses she wore.
When they looked up at each other’s faces again, they found that they were impulsively coming together, putting their hands around each other, feeling each other’s flesh. They had hugged plenty of times in the past, but never with this much bare flesh exposed to mold together. And when they met for another kiss, it was even better than one they had shared yesterday. Paula couldn’t get enough of the skin of Heather’s back under her hands, or the way in which the skin of their thighs glided along each other. The way their breasts pressed together would only have been better if they didn’t have their bras in the way.
Holy geez, Paula realized, sucking harder on Heather’s tongue in her mouth, I totally want us to get naked together! This is nuts!
Heather put her leg up against Paula’s crotch, and before she thought what she was doing, Paula was starting to rub herself on it. She felt wetness growing on the crotch of her panties, and she felt more on the crotch of Heather’s when her own leg came in contact with it. The two girls started writhing and humping on each other’s leg as they continued their passionate make-out session. They were starting to moan softly into each other’s mouths, which only urged them on to ride each other harder.
Heather’s arms tightened around Paula and her body suddenly went stiff, her muffled moans in Paula’s mouth turning into a high-pitched squeak. As Heather then started to relax in Paula’s grasp, Paula realized that Heather had just had an orgasm. Her best friend had just climaxed while humping her leg.
“You know,” Paula said in a soft whisper, “we probably should get to the checkout counter at some point. They’re gonna send someone to find out what we’re doing if we’re in here too long.”
Heather seemed too dazed to hear her at first, then she blinked a few times and said in a delayed reaction, “Yeah ... you’re probably right.”
They found they were a bit reluctant to start putting their clothes back on. They exited the fitting room, taking the outfits they’d decided on to the counter. From there, they continued their shopping day just like they normally would have done, browsing different shops, and occasionally finding this thing or that which they couldn’t walk away without. Then they stopped by the food court for some ice cream, sitting down at a bench with their shopping bags resting by their feet while they ate and gossiped.
And they looked at each other. A lot.
A lull in the conversation came, and Paula realized there was something else she wanted to mention to Heather. She hadn’t been sure she should, but it was only fair, she decided. “Hey, you know...”
“Hmm?” Heather asked when Paula hesitated.
“I should probably tell you...”
“What?” Heather asked, getting an eager smile, clearly coming up with some naughty possibilities of what Paula was going to say.
“I think Bobbi might have spied on us yesterday.”
Heather’s smile disappeared, replaced with a confused look. “Bobbi?”
“I mean I don’t know for sure,” Paula amended. “But she said something at breakfast today that sounds like she knew what we did. And Bobbi’s always peeking in on people, like I caught her doing with Raven and Marcus the other day.”
Paula glanced up and noticed Heather staring at her. It took her a second, but then Paula realized why. “I never told you I saw her doing that, did I?”
“Not in so many words,” Heather confirmed.
“Yeah, well ... there’s that.”
“Well, okay,” Heather said. “So she saw us making out. Is ... that gonna be a problem? You worried about her telling someone?”
Paula hadn’t thought that far, she realized. The mere fact of Bobbi being a snooping little voyeur had been the primary thought in itself. She’d never considered if there were any implications as a result. Which ... were there? Really?
“Well ... just that she’s probably going to do that again.”
Heather smirked. “So you’re saying you want us to keep doing what we were doing yesterday?”
Seeing the way Heather was looking at her now was enough to drive concerns about Bobbi out of her mind for the moment. She leaned closer and whispered, “After what just happened in the fitting rooms, what do you think?”
At around six o’clock that evening, Heather texted her mother to ask if Paula could join them for dinner that evening, to which Dana replied with a thumbs up emoji. They arrived at the Bertrand house at around a quarter to seven, and were greeted by Dana’s voice calling from the kitchen, “Hey girls. Give me a few more minutes. I’m making us a Cajun jambalaya.”
“Sounds good, Mom,” Heather called. She and Paula made their way to the living room, where they found Andie and Kenneth on separate couches watching some dumb movie. “Hi Kenneth.”
Kenneth glanced up from the movie, greeted her with a quick “Hi Heather,” and then tried to conceal how his eyes had yo-yoed over her body. Paula didn’t know if Heather had noticed, but she sure did. It wasn’t the first time she had noticed Kenneth checking her out, but so far she had been able to get by without thinking much about it. Heather’s stepdad found her sexy; she could hardly fault him for that. So long as she hadn’t seen any evidence of him doing something creepy to her, the man was allowed his illicit thoughts.
It was the response they got from Andie that was more concerning to her.
Andie turned from where she sat and looked at them with the most mischievous grin a little sixteen-year-old cherub in pigtails could give. “So,” she said, looking down to notice the shopping bags that Paula and Heather were carrying, “you really did get some shopping done today.”
Paula and Heather glanced at each other suspiciously. “Yeah, of course we did,” Heather said. “Why wouldn’t we?”
“I don’t know, I just thought you two might be too busy...” She suddenly stopped herself, looking worried she had just said too much. “Um...”
“Too busy what?” Paula insisted.
Andie now had also roused Kenneth’s curiosity. “Yeah, too busy what?” he asked.
“Um, nothing,” Andie balked. She uncomfortably got up from her seat and stammered, “You know, I think I’m just gonna...” And then she hurried out of the room without finishing her sentence.
“What was that all about?” Kenneth wondered aloud.
Paula and Heather said nothing. They only looked at each other, once again having a silent conversation without needing to speak.
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
I’m thinking we had more than one voyeur yesterday.
Think she’s gonna blab?
Well ... not like we did anything wrong, did we? Not really, right?
Feeling a bit awkward, they both took seats on the couch and tried to get into the movie. Mostly there were a lot of people on motorcycles and helicopters chasing them, but nothing that gave them any indication of what was going on.
Thankfully, Dana was true to her word and had dinner ready for them after only a few minutes. Everyone forgot about the movie then and gathered around the table, where they were able to set aside any awkwardness and enjoy some decent chatter. Dana asked Paula about how her family was doing; apart from the whirlwind that had ensued since Raven had come to stay with them, Paula didn’t have much to report, as usual. Yes, Marcus was back at home, but he’d be gone again next week. Mom and Dad still weren’t speaking to each other, Zander was still a dork hiding in his room and bemoaning his failed relationship, Bobbi was still a pest who was nosing into everyone’s business, and still no one had seen or heard anything about Lily.
Raven ended up being the most interesting point of conversation. After Paula brought her up, Dana seemed particularly interested in hearing about her; for that matter, so did Kenneth, though probably for slightly different reasons. Paula and Heather both went into details about their experiences with her, like how she would spontaneously put on music and pull people up to dance without warning, or invite herself into someone’s room and offer to cheer up their dour mood by letting them wrestle with her.
Of course, Heather, who had a bit less of a filter than Paula, had to mention Raven’s tendency to prance around not wearing a whole lot. That certainly got its fair share of attention. Dana’s eyes widened, Kenneth was suddenly staring with his mouth open, and Andie just started shoveling more jambalaya in her mouth.
“She’s really very nice,” Paula quickly put in. “Just a little ... uninhibited.”
“Ah ... I see...” Dana said.
They tried turning the conversation to less uncomfortable subjects; that was to say mundane and boring. School, homework, teachers, boys ... well, maybe boring didn’t apply so much to that last one. But dinner passed in a general sense of normalcy.
And then, Heather and Paula were eager to head up to Heather’s room.
They excused themselves from the table as soon as it was acceptable for them to do so, and holding hands they ascended the stairs, grinning at each other like newlyweds. And once they had the door closed—closed firmly, Paula made sure; Bobbi may not have been here, but Andie was, and she didn’t completely trust Heather’s sister not to come snooping either—the two girls practically attacked each other.
They fell onto Heather’s bed, devouring each other’s mouths, their hands going all over each other. From her neck to her shoulder to the small of her back to the curve of her ass, Paula couldn’t find one single place on Heather’s body that she didn’t want to be touching. They writhed against each other, breathing hard through their noses as their tongues dueled almost as if to the death.
And moments later, their clothes were coming off.
Paula noticed the bottom of her shirt being pulled up by Heather’s eager hands, and she rose up on her knees and raised her arms to let Heather remove it. Once it was off, she bent down to kiss Heather some more as she began unbuttoning Heather’s blouse. Heather helped her, unbuttoning from the bottom up as Paula worked down, until they met in the middle and undid the last one. She ripped Heather’s blouse open, exposing Heather’s bra-clad breasts, and Heather shrugged her blouse off as Paula started kissing along her friend’s neck and collarbone. Heather moaned, rolling her head to the side and clutching Paula closer to her.
Paula started moving downward, kissing along Heather’s belly as her friend lay back down. She started working to unfasten Heather’s jeans, and then Heather lifted her ass up off the bed and started wiggling her hips as Paula tugged them off. She kissed almost every stretch of skin as it became exposed, from the top of Heather’s panty line, then down to Heather’s thigh as her pants were tugged down to her knees. Paula moved to the foot of the bed, tugging at the end of Heather’s pants, and Heather finally kicked the last bit of her jeans off and Paula tossed them onto the floor. She stopped to look down at her best friend, lying there in only her underwear and looking like an absolute vision of teenage feminine sex appeal, made all the cuter by those bookish glasses she wore.
She dove on top of Heather and started making out with her again, savoring the wonderful taste of Heather’s mouth and tongue, while Heather began working on undoing her pants now. Heather leaned up to begin sliding Paula’s jeans down over the curve of her ass, Paula wiggling her own hips around to help her along, and taking the opportunity to kiss Paula’s shoulder and neck as she did so. They got Paula’s pants down to her knees, and then Paula took over the job herself, shoving them down her legs and kicking them away.
Now both girls were down to their underwear again, just as they had been in the fitting room. They kissed some more, letting their hands rove over each other’s bodies...
And then, Paula rose up on her knees, looking down at her friend. And Heather looked back. This was it.
Paula only hesitated for a second before she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. Slowly she slid it off her shoulders, and let it slip down forgotten onto the bed, exposing her breasts for the first time to her best friend’s gaze.
Heather stared at Paula’s chest, taking in the sight of her naked breasts, with a look that suggested she liked what she saw. Tentatively, Heather began sitting up and reached out her hands to gently cup Paula’s breasts. A thrill of excitement ran through Paula the moment Heather’s hands took hold of her breasts, and her breath quivered in her throat.
She leaned forward, letting Heather take hold of more of her, while she reached around Heather’s back, her hands questing for the clasp of Heather’s bra. Heather had started to kiss the slope of Paula’s right breast when she found it, and promptly unhooked it. Recognizing her cue, Heather laid back down and extended her arms forward, letting Paula pull the bra off her, sliding it up and off her arms, and then tossing it away.
And now it was Paula’s turn to gaze at her own best friend’s naked breasts for the first time. Heather lay there, her hands resting by her shoulders, letting Paula drink in the sight of her soft, round orbs topped by the cutest pink nipples. Paula slowly leaned forward, her gaze moving back and forth from Heather’s breasts to her face, until they were within kissing distance again.
Their kiss this time was made even better by the added thrill of their bare breasts pressing together. Every time her nipples flicked across Heather’s it sent an electric tingle through both girls, and they moaned happily into each other’s mouths. Heather brought her hands up between them to cup and fondle Paula’s breasts as they continued to make out, causing Paula to whimper with delight.
Paula moved down again, planting a few more kisses along Heather’s neck and collarbone, and down the slope of Heather’s breast. Only this time there was nothing in the way of her continuing to her real target. Her mouth came to the edge of Heather’s areole, eliciting a soft gasp of breath from Heather. And then Paula’s lips found Heather’s nipple, and Heather’s gasp wasn’t so soft this time.
Paula extended her tongue and began to lick at Heather’s nipple, flicking her tongue over the nub or tracing circles around it. She wasn’t sure of any particular technique; she was just doing what felt natural to her. And so far it seemed to be working. Heather was breathing fast and hard, and her fingers were tightening their grip in Paula’s hair. Paula turned her eyes up to look at Heather as she continued to orally pleasure her friend’s tit, and saw Heather with her head rolled back on the pillow, her eyes closed and her mouth open, breathing hard and heavily.
Paula switched to Heather’s other breast and began working on that one. Heather’s legs were beginning to kick at the sheets, and her head was rolling from side to side on her pillow. Paula cupped and kneaded the breast that she didn’t have her mouth on at the moment, pinching the nipple between her fingers every time she squeezed. A small whine escaped Heather’s mouth amid the torrent of rapid-fire gasps.