The Greenfield Family

by Icehead

 

Chapter 1

One Fine Day

This was so wrong.

If anyone happened to come down the hall and see her at this moment, Barbara “Bobbi” Greenfield knew she would be so embarrassed. But she just couldn’t tear herself away from the barely opened door to the downstairs bathroom she was peeking through, any more than she could bring herself to remove her hand from inside her pants, or her fingers from the puddle inside her panties.

Inside the steamy bathroom, her brother Marcus stood under the shower spray, looking down with one hand on his hip, with the other placed atop the head of his girlfriend Raven, who knelt down before him with his pulsing manhood deeply engulfed in her mouth. The downstairs shower didn’t even have a door or curtain on it; they had one of those expensive, luxurious showers that just had the water spigot aimed the right way to keep from spilling out into the bathroom, so Bobbi had an unobstructed view of everything that was going on in there. And she was taking full advantage of that.

This wasn’t her first time spying on them, either. She’d made something of a habit of watching her eldest brother with his girlfriend, ever since she first happened to catch them together that one day last year. A bad habit, she knew, but one she didn’t have any plans to break.

At age 16, Bobbi still had yet to see any guy’s manhood except Marcus’s. Maybe that had something to do with her addiction. Yes, it was wrong. He was her brother, for fuck’s sake. She should have been disgusted, and found this as perverse and icky as she knew anyone else who found out she was doing this would. And yet every time she saw it, it just got her so hot, that she couldn’t stop.

Marcus was 21 now, and spent most of the year away at San Francisco State. He just happened to be home now for Spring Break, revisiting his family as well as the girlfriend he hadn’t seen in months. Bobbi wondered how they managed to maintain such a good relationship, always spending months apart at a time. She was hardly complaining, though.

Marcus and Raven had met because Raven was friends with their cousin Mina, who attended SFSU with Marcus, and Raven had come to visit Mina one day a little more than a year ago. Apparently Mina had introduced them, and to hear them tell the story, the magic had been instantaneous. When he’d come home for summer last year, they’d hardly spent any time apart, nor had they any other time he’d come home for a holiday or break.

A few weeks ago, a problem had arisen at Raven’s apartment building; essentially the landlord was busted for subletting to drug dealers or something, and all the tenants were forced out. Since Raven’s parents’ house was too far away from her job at the hair salon, Marcus had convinced the family to let her stay with them until she could find a new place. She’d been living here with them ever since, not seeming in a particular hurry to leave. Nor was anyone in a particular hurry to make her. Bobbi certainly wasn’t.

Bobbi really liked Raven. Raven was fun. And hot.

Watching the rivulets of water run down Raven’s slender body, Bobbi was reminded of how she’d long since decided she liked girls as much as boys. Especially girls who looked like Raven. She was mixed race, just like Bobbi’s family, but where the Greenfield children were only a half-and-half blend of white and Japanese, Raven was much more of an eclectic ethnic bag. She had a little of everything in her gene pool: Chinese, Hispanic, Indian, and a bit of black somewhere in there. Not to mention she had lots of tattoos celebrating her various heritages, from Chinese characters to Aztec symbols. Bobbi thought she was the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen.

And she definitely seemed to know what she was doing, too, with the way she vigorously bobbed her head on Marcus’s cock, her hand twisting about as it pumped back and forth along its pulsing length, her mouth making loud suckling sounds as she hummed happily. Bobbi’s fingers rubbed hard against her clit; she could have watched her do that all day.

Not that the simple sight of the two naked bodies before her didn’t get her blood pumping all on its own. The sight of Raven’s smooth curves, the water running along over her perfect, tattooed skin, through her glistening dark hair and off her erect nipples was plenty enough to excite her. As was the toned musculature on Marcus’s body; those hard abs and biceps that he’d spent so much time working to cultivate, that swooping falcon tattoo on his right pectoral, his longish hair and that sparse goatee framing his handsome, no-nonsense face, the way his firm buttocks clenched as he pushed forward into Raven’s suckling mouth… Bobbi found herself thinking about how she just wished she could walk in there and touch him…

This was so wrong. Bobbi wasn’t supposed to think her brother was hot. She wasn’t supposed to get turned on looking at him. She knew that, and she reminded herself of that every time she’d ever spied on him. But she just kept coming back to do it again, every time she knew Marcus and Raven would be together in the house, drawn by the electric thrill it gave her, and the wet feeling between her legs that she couldn’t get enough of.

As Bobbi started slipping her finger inside of her outer labia, Raven released Marcus from her mouth, standing up and turning around, keeping her sultry smile fixed on Marcus the whole time. She bent at the waist and pressed her hands on the wall, and Marcus moved in behind her, gripping his hard tool at the ready. Bobbi’s pulse quickened at the thought of what was going to happen now.

Raven’s groan as Marcus entered her was loud enough that Bobbi wondered if everyone in the house heard it, even over the sound of the running water. The look on her face was one of pure bliss. Marcus gripped hard onto Raven’s hips as he started to thrust, and Bobbi’s wrist strained almost painfully against the waistband of her jeans as she started pumping her finger inside her virgin pussy. Her other hand came up to cup her breast and, through the layers of her shirt and her bra, Bobbi felt her nipple standing fully erect. Her mouth hung open as she seemed to have lost all ability to breath through her nose; she could only breathe now in short, rapid gasps.

Raven’s back arched, and Marcus ran his hands up along her sides, coming to the slender girl’s perky breasts and taking firm hold of them. Raven threw her head back and moaned her appreciation, pushing her ass back to meet Marcus’s thrusts. Bobbi squeezed her own breast a little harder, trying to pinch her nipple through the layers of fabric, and pushed a finger deeper inside her pussy.

Involuntarily, a small, soft whimper escaped her mouth. Immediately Bobbi shut her mouth and held her breath, praying she hadn’t given herself away.

Apparently her prayers were in vain.

Raven’s eyes opened and turned right in Bobbi’s direction. Bobbi’s heart sank; she knew she was busted. She continued to hold her breath, waiting for the inevitable scream before Raven and Marcus chased her away.

But the scream never came. Instead, Bobbi was beyond surprised when Raven actually smiled at her.

Marcus appeared to remain oblivious, having apparently not heard Bobbi’s little noise and just continuing to thrust away into his girlfriend. But Raven’s attention was on Bobbi now, shooting her the sexiest smile she was capable of, and seemingly encouraged now to put on more of a show for their little voyeur.

Raven twisted at the middle to place her hand on the back of Marcus’s head, giving Bobbi a full frontal view of her wet, glistening tits as they bounced with Marcus’s thrusting. “Lift my leg up,” she told him in a husky voice. Marcus obeyed, taking hold of Raven’s left leg and lifting it up, until Raven twisted around and placed her leg on his shoulder, essentially doing a standing splits that allowed a totally unobstructed view of Marcus’s cock moving in and out of Raven’s wet hole.

Bobbi clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a sharp gasp, and her legs clenched together, trapping her hand inside her pants as her pussy walls convulsed around her finger. As her body shuddered, she sank to her knees, suddenly unable to support her own weight. She bent over, dropping her head to the floor for a moment to allow the orgasmic sensation tearing through her body to pass. When it finally did, she lifted her head to see Raven grinning wide, showing her teeth now, looking as proud of herself as could be.

“Bobbi? What are you doing?”

In a sudden rush of panic, Bobbi bolted to her feet, yanking her hand out of her pants as quickly as she could, seeing her 17-year-old sister Paula standing there in the hall, staring at her. “Nothing!” she blurted out. “Everything’s fine! I’m not doing anything!” As soon as she heard those words come out of her mouth, she mentally kicked herself. Idiot! If she didn’t already know you were up to something, she definitely will now.

Bobbi felt herself turning about twelve shades of red as her sister studied her. This could not have been more embarrassing. She waited for Paula to start interrogating her, and tell her she was sick or something.

“I saw you down on the floor, and I thought you’d hurt yourself or something,” Paula said. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes! Fine! Absolutely!”

Paula studied her for a moment more, and then turned to see the cracked open door that Bobbi was standing in front of. And then she picked up the sounds coming from inside. Her face immediately creased in disgust. “Wait a minute, were you—”

“Nope! No I wasn’t!” Bobbi blurted, and retreated from the hall, heading back up to her room as quickly as she could, leaving Paula standing there with a grimace.

As Bobbi disappeared, Paula stepped up to the bathroom door, and gave the briefest glance inside only long enough to confirm her suspicions about what Bobbi had been doing, and then shut the door. Even that split-second glimpse was way more than she wanted to see of her eldest brother. She groaned to herself; was this the third time she had caught her little sister spying on Marcus and Raven? The fourth? The eleventh? She couldn’t remember anymore. And still, no one had stopped that obnoxious little pest.

“You’re a perv, Bobbi,” she called after her, before turning around and making her way back to the living room. Honestly, sometimes she didn’t know what they were going to do with that little brat she called a sister. But Paula just knew she didn’t want to be the one to have to do it.

She returned to the living room, where her friend Heather was still seated on the couch, scrolling through her smartphone. Heather was a short girl at only 5’4”, but seemed to cast an illusion of being taller purely by means of her legs, which as usual were fully on display in her short shorts and propped up on the table in front of her. In fact, Paula couldn’t remember the last time she had seen her friend wear anything long enough to conceal her legs. Not that anyone minded. She had sleek blonde hair that was pushed back by a blue hair band, and a pair of thin wireframe glasses in front of her green eyes, the only item she wore that she often said she wished she could do without. Paula thought they made her look cute.

“Something going on?” Heather asked, not looking up.

“Just my kid sister being a little pervert,” Paula said as she crashed down on the couch beside her. “Again.”

Heather didn’t deign to inquire further than that, being too invested in her Instagram feed. She pulled up a particular picture, a wide grin cracking across her face. “Hey, he uploaded it!” she beamed, holding her phone over for Paula to see. The picture showed the two of them cuddled on either side of class stud Lance Jeffries, who wore the worst kind of shit eating grin on his face. “Oh my god, look at him!” Heather giggled. “He knows he’s a boss!”

Paula blushed. “Uh, yeah. That’s probably because he had his hand on my butt.”

Now Heather looked up at her. “You let him do that?”

Paula shot her a mischievous smirk. “I put it there.”

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Heather gasped.

“All’s fair in love and war and virginity-losing-bets,” Paula smirked.

“Oh, so if I went over to Lance’s place right now, ripped my clothes off and said ‘take me now,’ that’d be fair?” Heather said.

Paula raised a skeptical eyebrow. “We both know you’d never do that.”

Heather’s face indicated that she wanted to protest, but whatever counterargument she wanted to make visibly died within a few seconds. “Yeah, you’re right, I wouldn’t. But the bet still stands! Fifty bucks to whichever one of us loses her cherry to him first!”

“You’re on!” Paula challenged, despite the fact that the bet had already been on for a matter of weeks now. It was their senior year, after all, and the two of them had agreed some time ago that they wanted to lose their virginities before they graduated. They now had only two months left to go. At least they were proud of the fact that they hadn’t let it come between them when they realized they were both interested in the same guy, but had instead agreed to make a friendly contest of it.

They’d both had dates before, sure. They’d had a few boyfriends, though none that lasted more than a month. The closest Paula had ever come to sex was with Justin Hilliard, a guy who was good looking and fun to hang around for a while, especially with the kinds of lavish parties he threw, given his social connections and his dad’s money. She’d gotten as far as heavy petting with him, before she’d eventually come to realize he only saw her as a prize, another sexual trophy to hang on the wall of the boy who had everything. She considered him well and truly dumped, though she sometimes wondered if he’d gotten the message, given the way he still came sniffing around her now and then, which was just plain irritating.

They heard the sound of hushed singing, and looked up to find Raven emerging from the hallway, dancing slightly as she walked and whispering the lyrics of a song that Paula couldn’t quite make out, all while in the process of toweling herself off. The towel being the only item she was wearing, if one could call it that.

And once she got to the kitchen, of which the living room had a full view, she was no longer even wearing that. She set the towel aside on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen and opened the fridge, digging for yogurt in all her glory in full view of the girls.

“Raven, please!” Paula protested as she and Heather both raised an arm in front of their eyes. “We’re right here!”

“What’s the matter, girlfriend?” Raven said with her cheeky grin as she opened a tub of strawberry-banana yogurt. “Don’t like my goods?”

Paula grimaced to herself. Every time she thought she’d gotten used to their crazy housemate, this girl pulled something like this.

“Did I hear you two talking about a boy?” Raven said, swallowing a spoonful of yogurt as she sashayed over to them, still showing no trace of modesty about her nudity.

Paula gulped, and struggled to maintain her composure as Raven knelt on the couch beside her, leaning in to look at the picture on Heather’s phone. “Um… yeah. This guy we’re both into. Lance Jeffries.”

“Mm, he looks yummy!” Raven purred, licking her lips.

“Yeah, we’re betting on which of us he’s gonna deflower first,” Heather explained.

Raven’s normally cheeky face suddenly turned more serious. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” she cautioned. “Losing your virginity is a big deal, you know. I hope you’re not rushing into it just to win a bet.”

Paula and Heather fell silent. “Uh… well…” Paula said after a long pause.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Raven said. “If you really like this guy, and you really want him to be your first, then all my blessings to you. But just make sure you’re doing it for the right reasons. ‘Cause way too many girls are doing it before they’re ready.”

Heather raised a curious eyebrow at Raven. “Did you… your first time?”

Raven blushed a little, smiling again. “Oh, no. My first time was perfect, with someone I cared about deeply.”

“Was it Marcus?” Paula asked.

And at that, Raven actually hesitated. “…No, it wasn’t,” she said. “It was…” and she balked for a long moment before continuing. “…It was someone else. But still someone very special to me. He still is.”

Paula and Heather exchanged a look. Neither of them had ever known Raven to be coy before. About anything.

Before anyone could say anything else, Marcus emerged from the hallway, wearing just a pair of sweatpants, and immediately stopped short at the sight of Raven. “Raven, for god’s sake, go put some clothes on, will you?” Paula had all but forgotten that Raven was still naked, but as soon as Marcus mentioned it, she became hyper aware again and averted her eyes.

In an instant, Raven’s cheeky grin was back. “Come on, you know you love it!” she teased. But she obediently scampered off to get dressed anyway.

Marcus shook his head with exhaustion once she left the room. “Sorry about her,” he said to the girls. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with her.”

Paula and Heather didn’t reply. They were too busy thinking about what that crazy girl had just very seriously said, giving each other uncomfortable, questioning looks. Did they really know what they were doing by making this bet?

And what could possibly have made the free-spirited, completely immodest Raven actually balk at telling them about her first time? Most of the time, if you even hinted at wanting to know about her sexual exploits, you couldn’t have gotten her to shut up if you put duct tape over her mouth.

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Bobbi rushed back to her room, shutting the door behind her as quickly as she could and leaning her body against it, beyond embarrassed. She knew by now that Paula had definitely seen what Bobbi had been looking at, with her cry of “You’re a perv.” She was never going to hear the end of it, that was for sure.

Of course, this moment might have been a bit easier to deal with had she been alone in her room. The fact that her friend Andie was here with her, sitting on her bed with her laptop on in front of her made things only more uncomfortable.

Andie was the younger sister of Paula’s friend Heather. She was barely 16 years old, but the little braids she wore in her blonde hair made her look even younger. She’d been Bobbi’s best friend since they were in kindergarten, so they always felt they could share anything. Except for this.

In all her excitement and arousal spying on Marcus and Raven, she hadn’t really planned ahead for the situation she found herself in now: her panties were now soaked, making her butt wet and cold and would be even more so if she attempted to bend over or sit down. She’d been in this situation before; she usually did after spying on them in the act. But usually she had her room to herself to change her panties. That wasn’t going to be so easy now.

As Bobbi started trying to inch herself toward her dresser, Andie lifted her head to look at her. “Hey, everything okay?” she asked.

“Um, yeah, everything’s just great,” Bobbi lied in a voice that would never have convinced anyone.

Anyone except Andie, that is. Or maybe Andie was just too focused on what was on her laptop to care. “Everything except having to do a report over Spring Break,” Andie groused. “This should be illegal!”

“Yep, definitely, laws must be passed, Mr. Jacobs should be locked up for twenty years,” Bobbi nervously vamped, trying as stealthily as she could to move toward her underwear drawer. Fortunately, Andie’s attention seemed to be fixed on her homework. Bobbi prayed it stayed that way.

She finally made it to the drawer in question, and holding her body in front of it, began slowly inching it open. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much chance of hiding the sound of the drawer sliding open, and Andie again looked up. And while Bobbi was blocking her view of the drawer, there wasn’t much chance of hiding the awkward way she was standing in front of it, or the uncomfortable look on her face either. “Is something wrong?”

“Wrong?” Bobbi shrugged pathetically, knowing she was probably blushing like a tomato.

Thankfully she was saved by the ping, as Andie’s Facebook Messenger window opened. “Oh, hey, Trina’s online!” Andie chirped, her suspicious look instantly giving way to innocent joy as she started typing a reply to her friend. Bobbi silently thanked God that her best friend was so flighty and easily distracted, and retrieved another pair of panties from the drawer and quietly slid it shut before she started moving back toward the door again.

“I’ll just, uh… be right back… again…” Bobbi nervously tried to cover, but Andie wasn’t even listening anymore. Before anything else could happen, she rushed out the door, hurrying across the hall toward the upstairs bathroom. All she could think was how much a relief it would be to change into a dry pair of panties, and put this whole embarrassing fiasco behind her—so much so that she didn’t stop to consider the implications of the shut bathroom door.

A mistake she immediately regretted when she pulled it open and came up short at the sight of her other brother, Zander, standing there over the toilet with his erection gripped in his fist. She immediately froze, as Zander recoiled as if shocked, struggling to stuff his hard-on back in his pants. “Bobbi, geez! Does a closed door mean fucking nothing to you?”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! God I’m such an idiot!” Bobbi said. “I promise, I’ll try to forget what I just saw!” Of course, that was a lie. She had just seen the second man’s organ she’d ever seen in her life, and both of them belonged to her brothers. This was going to be burned into her brain for a long, long time.

And clearly, Zander wasn’t fooled. “This is just perfect,” he groaned. “As if I didn’t already want to die.”

Bobbi knew exactly what he was talking about. “You’re still not over Jennifer?” she said. “Zander, that cheating bitch doesn’t deserve to be on your mind this much! It’s been almost a month now! You gotta stop beating yourself up about it, and find someone better!”

Zander didn’t look any less miserable. “Anyone in mind?”

Unfortunately, she didn’t.

As Bobbi was going through possibilities of what she could say to help him, Zander looked at her hand and said, “Um, why are you holding your underwear?”

Oh, shit! Bobbi had completely forgotten why she had opened this door in the first place, and when he reminded her she started blushing all over again. Only much worse this time. “Please don’t say anything about this?” she pleaded.

“About what?”

“Just please don’t!”

Zander shrugged. “Don’t tell anyone about what I was doing and we have a deal.”

“Yes, yes, of course!” Bobbi agreed in a hyper-fast voice. And with that, Zander was out of the bathroom, returning to the sanctity of his own room, shutting the door behind him.

Zander was Paula’s twin, though apart from them both being 17 and about to graduate high school in two months, there was little if anything to connect them. Where Paula was social and active and had at least tried several after-school activities—none of which she had stuck with—Zander was more prone to spend time alone glued to his computer screen. At least he’d come out of his shell a little during his relationship with that girl Jennifer, only to come crashing back into it after he caught her cheating with some guy at a party.

With Marcus home for Spring Break, that meant the only sibling not present was the one no one had seen in almost two years. The second-born child and oldest daughter, Lily, had gone off to Marshall University the year before last and never come back. She didn’t come home for holidays or summer break, she didn’t call or email; she gave short replies to their mother’s text messages to let them know she was at least still alive, but that was about it. No one was quite sure why she had disappeared from the family… although Dad tended to get an odd sort of look on his face whenever the subject of Lily came up.

And then there were Mom and Dad, who were technically still married and still sharing the same bed, but Bobbi was honestly not sure how much longer that was going to last. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard them so much as speak to each other, let alone show anything resembling affection. They mostly seemed like they were going through the motions these days, probably more for the kids’ sake than each other’s.

It was getting late in the day, so Dad would likely be home pretty soon. Mom wouldn’t be home until much later. Bobbi tried to focus on thinking of these things as she slipped out of her wet panties and into her dry ones, doing as much as she could to expel the image of Zander’s thick, bulbous member gripped tight in his stroking hand from her mind.

What neither Bobbi nor Zander had realized as they ducked behind closed doors was that their little encounter had not gone as unnoticed as they’d hoped. Raven had just gotten a few items of clothing on when she’d heard the first verbal exchange and cracked Marcus’s door open a bit to peek at what was happening between the two siblings.

As the two of them disappeared out of sight, Raven slyly grinned to herself. The casual observer would have most likely only seen an embarrassing little run in between a brother and sister, but Raven had a good amount of practice reading between the lines. She had already seen with her own eyes Bobbi’s attraction to one brother; could there be something in her that was drawn to the other as well?

It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility, knowing what she did about this family. Some things that even most of them didn’t know.

Things about the lifestyle their aunt, uncle and cousins lived.

Things about their mother’s history with her brother.

Suddenly Raven’s phone chimed from a text message. She turned to the bed where her phone was lying, and saw the name “DAD” displayed at the top of an alert. She opened it and read:

Dad: Buenos Tardes, mi sirenita! How’s it going over there?

She smiled warmly, and typed back:

Me: Great, Dad. Having lots of fun having Marcus back to play with.

Dad: I’ll bet. Hope it’s not so fun that you can’t tear yourself away to see us. We’re trying to organize a little get-together with the Ishizawas. And also, we’ve been missing you.

Me: Me and my sweet pussy, right?

Dad: Lol, that too.

Me: I’m sure I can find the time. I’ve been craving me some daddy dick too.

Dad: Speaking of, do you think that boy of yours is ready to learn about our family secret?

Me: I don’t think he’s quite there yet. I need to work him over a bit more. …And no, that wasn’t meant to be an innuendo.

Dad: Of course not.

Me: I’m confident we can trust him. And the rest of them, too, if we play our cards right.

Dad: Do I detect a plan forming?

Before Raven could type her response, Marcus entered the room. She looked up at him, the wheels in her head starting to seriously turn.

Me: Maybe

Marcus was looking her over too, she noticed. Apparently he was confirming that she now actually had some clothes on. “Disappointed?” she teased.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted. “Anyway, I feel like getting out of the house some. Wanna go out and grab a coffee or something?”

“Sure, let me just finish messaging my dad,” she said in a completely innocent tone, giving no indication of the rather illicit nature of their conversation. Marcus casually went to retrieve his shoes and wallet, while Raven typed:

Me: Gotta go, talk later. Give Mom a kiss for me. On the lips. And I don’t mean her mouth. <kiss emoji>

Dad: That’s my girl. Later!

 

Chapter 2

Mom and Dad’s Affairs

It was just after six o’clock now, and Rick Greenfield finally closed the applications on his computer, almost ready to call it a day. He took a moment to swivel his chair around and just enjoy the view of the late afternoon cityscape from his office window. He’d already stayed at the office longer than he meant to, and he knew he ought to be getting home soon, before his kids started to wonder what was keeping him.

Not that they would be overly bothered, he reminded himself. If they cared at all. Bobbi would at least give some semblance of affection, but Paula would probably just give him a half-hearted “Hi Dad,” and Zander wouldn’t even come out of his room. And his wife? That wasn’t even worth mentioning.

But still, he should at least be trying, especially while Marcus was home. His kids might not have much attention for him these days, and that was partly because he hadn’t had much attention for them. Not because he didn’t care, but because… well…

He stopped himself from going down a dangerous train of thought.

There was a time when he and his wife had been as passionately in love as anyone could ever hope to be. Back when he first met Keiko in college, he’d thought she was the most beautiful, wonderful girl he’d ever met.

Even if she was also the most promiscuous girl, who had slept her way through half the school before she met him.

Who was also paying her way through college by acting in porn.

But despite being a self-professed slut, Rick had at one time seen something beautiful in Keiko, and it had been enough to turn her into a respectable, monogamous woman who had given him several wonderful years of marriage and five great kids.

Which was way more than they’d planned on, incidentally. Their initial plan had been to have three kids, and when Keiko had gotten pregnant for the third time after Marcus and Lily, they had told themselves they were going to stop there. But that had been before they’d found out they were having twins. In the sudden hassle of finding themselves with four kids to raise, they had somehow been so busy they’d forgotten to take precautions, and before they had known it, little Bobbi had been on the way. Lesson learned; as soon as Bobbi was born, Keiko had made arrangements to have her tubes tied.

Yes, it was way more than they’d bargained for, but he knew they wouldn’t have traded a single one of their little devils for the world. Raising them had been the most rewarding thing in the world, and for the first decade or so of it, Rick and Keiko could not have been happier if they’d tried.

Somewhere along the way, something had happened. Maybe they were exhausted from raising so many kids. Maybe Keiko was only able to suppress her true self for so long. Whatever the reason, they had started speaking less, they had started seeing each other less, and their sex life had gone steadily downhill. And eventually, Rick had begun to realize that Keiko was no longer being the faithful wife she had become, after she started coming home later than she should have, or he would notice telltale signs like bits of smudged makeup or bites and hickeys that he hadn’t left on her. Eventually it was like they were strangers sleeping on opposite sides of the same bed.

And then… there was that night, when Rick crossed the line himself…

No! he quickly reminded himself. Don’t think about that! It never happened.

Rick shook his head, not wanting to think about that forbidden night, or continue torturing himself with what used to be and what could have been. All that mattered was now, when his work for the day was done and what remained of his home life awaited.

But there was still one thing he had to do before he left.

After enjoying the view for another minute or so, he turned his chair around again, and pressed the button for his intercom. “Krista, can you come to my office please?”

Moments later a leggy, bespectacled brunette entered through the door of his office, clutching her tablet, as she shut the door behind her. “Yes, Mr. Greenfield?”

“We taken care of everything we need for today?”

Krista began looking over the points on her tablet, tapping each one with her stylus pen as she went. “Your presentation for tomorrow’s board meeting is all prepared, Mr. Kline has been called about your appointment with him next week, and I sent the reports from your staff to your email like you asked.” Then she lifted her head, and with a slight knowing smirk asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Yeah,” he said, returning her smirk. “You can lock the door.”

Krista giggled, and did just that, before tossing her tablet aside, along with her glasses and her hairpin, shaking her luminous tresses out. Rick arose from his chair and strode purposefully over to her, already unbuttoning his cuffs.

As they came together, they met with a passionate kiss, from which Rick could tell she’d been waiting all day for this as much as he had. They wasted no time starting to unbutton each other’s tops, and when she had his shirt undone she yanked it open, pulling it up out of his pants, and began kissing him all over the broad muscles of his chest.

He did similarly to hers, removing her blouse and then running his hands over her breasts, massaging them through the sheer material of her bra, which she quickly removed. As soon as the offending garment dropped away, Rick ducked his head and captured a nipple in his mouth, causing Krista to moan softly, rolling her head back and closing her eyes.

In less than a minute he had the rest of her clothes off, with his hands exploring every line and curve of her wonderful body. And in the next minute, she was ferociously ripping his clothes off, planting kisses on every inch of flesh she exposed—especially the thick, hard shaft that sprang up to meet her once she had his pants off.

Krista threw herself with gusto into fellating him, stroking him hard with her hand and bobbing her head so fast that her hair kept flying up. Rick grunted, and put a firm hand on her head. “Slow down, sweetie,” he said. “If you keep that up, I’m going to blow before I have a chance to take care of you!”

“I can’t help it,” she panted, pressing his cock against her cheek as she continued stroking it. “I just love your cock so much, boss!”

Rick couldn’t help grinning; he loved it when she called him “boss.” And she knew it, too. In front of coworkers, he was “Mr. Greenfield” to her; when they were alone, behind closed doors, and especially when their clothes were off, “boss” was what she liked to call him.

“Don’t you love it better when it’s inside you?” he said.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed, giving the head a few more licks and then sucking it a little more.

“Then go lie down on my desk and prepare to be ravaged!”

“Right away boss!” she purred, and then got up and practically scampered over to his desk, spun around to face him, and hopped up on it and spread her legs, all while wearing the biggest smile she was capable of.

Rick came over and ducked his head down between her legs, placing his hand at the junction of her thighs to find she was already soaked. If the feel of her kiss hadn’t told him how she’d been anticipating this for hours, the wetness greeting him now certainly would have. He began teasing her clit, sliding a pair of fingers inside and began sawing in and out of her. She groaned loudly, arching her back and beginning to lie back, cupping her outthrust breasts.

He continued to pleasure her like that until she was practically jumping off the desk, and she whimpered, “Oh, please, boss, don’t torture me anymore! I need your cock now!”

“As the lady demands,” he smiled, standing up straight, grasping his cock as he lined it up with her dripping opening. And as he pushed it inside her, Krista’s head rolled back and she gasped sharply, arching her back again. Her hands gripped his forearms as he began to thrust, and her legs came up to lock behind his back, holding on for the ride.

Rick couldn’t remember now how long this affair with Krista had been going on for. He could hardly remember a time anymore when he wasn’t fucking his secretary behind his wife’s back. And maybe if he and his wife were still speaking to each other, that might have bothered him more.

He pushed thoughts of Keiko aside and put all of his focus on the glorious pussy enveloping his cock, and those perfect breasts bouncing and undulating with each thrust, and that beautiful face staring up at him, mouth hanging open, with loud cries of ecstasy escaping from it. He grabbed hold of those swaying breasts, losing himself to pure lust as he thrust harder than ever.

“Fuck me boss!” Krista cried. “Fuck me! Oh, yeah, FUCK ME!” Her eyes squeezed shut and she rolled her head back, reaching one hand back over her head to grip the other edge of the desk, while her other hand began rapidly strumming her clit. Her voice fell into a mantra of “Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

Rick kept up the furious pace until Krista’s back arched up off the desk and her pussy convulsed around his invading member. He slowed as she rode the wave of her orgasm, and then paused as she took a few panting breaths.

He slowly began thrusting again, making three or four strokes before she sat up, pushing him back and out of her juicing pussy to let her stand up. And then, she turned around, and bent over at the waist, pressing her breasts down atop his desk, leaving her ass sticking up for his viewing pleasure. She reached a hand back to pull one cheek aside, showing him the glistening wetness of her pussy, and staring back at him with eyes that were hungry for more.

“Shove it back in me, boss! Please!”

She sure is demanding for someone who keeps calling me “boss.” Not that I’m complaining.

Rick stepped up and grabbed his little assistant by the hips as he plowed inside her again, his hips meeting the soft cushion of her ass as she groaned in ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck me!” Krista rasped as he started thrusting again. “Treat me like the little slut I am, boss! Use me! Fuck me bad!”

Even as Rick gritted his teeth in lust, some part of him couldn’t help but chuckle inside. If ever there was a woman who qualified as lady in the streets and freak in the sheets, Krista was it. She was so polite and dignified in most of her dealings, always appearing well dressed and well-mannered, smiling at everyone she met in the gentlest way. But as soon as her clothes came off and her legs came apart, an entirely different animal awoke. Rick could recall practically getting whiplash from it the first time he’d fucked his hot secretary, as she suddenly seemed nothing like the cultured and sophisticated woman he’d hired.

It must have been why he was so attracted to her; wild women just drove him nuts. He’d married one, after all.

Rick began fucking her at a machine-gun pace. Krista’s fingers gripped the edge of the desk like talons, and she arched her back, pressing her tits flat onto the desktop, throwing her head back and howling like a wild banshee. Rick reached out and grabbed ahold of her shimmering brown hair, pulling back on it as if he were pulling the reins of a mare that had gone berserk in heat. He supposed, in a sense, he was doing just that.

Her normal chants of “fuck me fuck me” had dissolved into a hoarse, incoherent sound that went on and on. And when she climaxed again, the convulsions of her walls on his cock finally brought him to the point of no return. “I’m gonna cum, Krista!”

“Cum on my ass, boss!” she rasped. “I want it all over my ass!”

When he could hold back no longer, Rick pulled himself out of her clenching cunt and began rubbing his shaft through the cleft of her ass, using his hands to squeeze her cheeks around him as he moved back and forth. To the musical sound of her moaning in delight, Rick finally exploded, coating her backside in white goo.

Krista hummed happily to herself as they slowly calmed down, reaching her hand back to run a few fingers through the mess on her back before bringing it up to her lips to lick it off.

As they started to relax, and Krista ultimately got some tissues to clean herself off, they ended up seated on the floor, leaning against Rick’s desk as Krista cuddled up against him. The sexual beast inside her had been tamed for now, leaving only the tender, sensual angel he held in his arms.

Several minutes ticked by, in which neither of them said anything. Neither of them particularly wanted to move. But finally, with a sigh, Rick said, “I really should be getting home soon.”

Krista groaned softly in displeasure, especially when he gently pushed her off of him to get up and start gathering his clothes. “I wish this one time during the day wasn’t all we got,” she moaned out loud, mostly to herself.

All the same, Rick answered. “I know what you mean,” he said, bending to pick up his pants. “God knows I’m not getting any of this at home,” he added with a slight smirk.

Krista smiled back at him. “Why are you still with your wife, anyway?”

Rick sighed, and shrugged. “I’m not sure, honestly. Maybe it’s for my kids’ sake. Maybe I’m a sucker for nostalgia. Maybe I’m just too lazy to go through the tedium of divorce trials.”

“But don’t you wish we didn’t have to keep sneaking around like this?” Krista said, sitting up and leaning forward slightly. “Don’t you wish we could actually sleep in the same bed once in a while?”

Rick frowned, fastening his pants. That did sound appealing; he couldn’t deny that. Sharing a bed with Krista would be infinitely more pleasurable than sharing it with Keiko had been in years.

Then a thought struck him, and he paused in pulling his shirt on. “You know… maybe we can arrange that.”

Krista cocked her head. “What do you mean?”

Rick bent down on his knees to look Krista in the eyes. “I have some vacation time coming up. I can tell my family I’m leaving for a conference, but we’ll actually be going off to spend a week on some island in the Caribbean, enjoying sunny beaches and fruity cocktails, and we can spend the whole time bare ass naked and fucking each other’s brains out!”

Krista’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Wow… a whole week! That’s a whole lotta naked! I love that! It would be almost like we were a real couple!”

Rick fell uncomfortably silent when he heard that. It hadn’t been often that he’d felt in any way ashamed of what he was doing with Krista; with a wife like Keiko, he had no reason to. But in that moment, something about what she’d just said made this feel not so right.

Krista seemed to notice, too. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Rick tried to assure her, sounding more confident than he felt. “I’d like it if we were a real couple.”

“Then after we take this trip, can you at least think about filing for divorce with your wife, so we can start being open with what we’re doing?”

Rick sighed, turning to lean back against the desk again. “All right,” he said. “I’ll think about it.”

As Krista smiled and kissed him, the frequently recurring question of why he hadn’t divorced Keiko years ago bubbled to the front of his mind. And why was he still so reluctant, even now?

Who knew what—or even who—that slut was doing right now?

#

“Oh, fuck! That’s it, keep going! Don’t stop! Fuck!” Keiko Greenfield shouted. Her left foot was perched up on one of the shelves in front of her, while her hands gripped the support bars on the shelves; her skirt was hiked up to her hips and her panties hung loosely around her right ankle, as behind her, the young sound technician intern gripped her hips to plow his way into her hungry snatch.

It was getting late in the day, and was almost time for Keiko to go on the air. As was common at this time, she’d been starting to get fidgety, and feeling the need for a quick fuck before tonight’s broadcast. Most often she would get Barry, her co-anchor, to scratch this particular itch, but when she passed the intern in the hall, she couldn’t help but think he looked pretty yummy too. It hadn’t taken much convincing to get him into the storage closet with his pants down.

Sure, he was probably half her age, but that had never stopped Keiko before.

What was his name anyway?

Well, never mind that, she thought, as he hit a particularly sweet spot inside her and she dropped her mouth open to scream loudly.

Looking over her shoulder, she could see sweat trickling from under the college-aged guy’s gelled, spiky hair, and he kept puffing his cheeks out as he breathed hard. He probably couldn’t believe his luck at getting to fuck a TV star.

The poor fool. If he came to work here full time, he’d soon learn there was no luck involved in getting to fuck this particular TV star. It might as well have been part of the job package. “Welcome to KQWP TV News! We’re excited to have you as part of the team! As an employee, you’ll receive competitive pay, full health benefits, and regular access to Keiko Greenfield’s pussy!”

Keiko laughed inwardly at the notion. The intern smiled and laughed back, obviously thinking that was a friendly laugh in response to what he was doing. Keiko couldn’t complain, of course, as it only spurred him on to fuck her harder and deeper.

At least, she couldn’t complain until he started making those telltale grunts, signaling his impending climax. Not yet, you pup!

But the kid only gave her a few more thrusts before he stopped, filling the latex sheath he was covered with inside her. Keiko tried not to groan with disappointment as he withdrew, catching his breath. Technically she only had a few more minutes, but those could have been a few minutes much better spent. She was going to have to go on the air antsy and unsatisfied now.

As she pulled up her panties and adjusted her skirt, she covered up her dissatisfaction as best she could. “Thank you for that,” she said. “That was just what I needed.”

He grinned sheepishly at her. “M-my pleasure, ma’am,” he said as he discarded his soiled condom and pulled his pants back up, clearly still intimidated by her.

She kind of hoped he would be sticking around here. Maybe she could teach him a few things about pleasing a woman better. The girls his own age would certainly appreciate it, she imagined.

He continued stammering as he got his clothes back in order. “I’m just gonna… um…” And without finishing that sentence, he took off for the door, leaving her with a “Thanks!” before exiting.

“Baka,” Keiko whispered under her breath. He’d looked a lot less cute when he left than when she’d run into him. Still, he had potential, if only she could whip it into him.

In the meantime, she wondered if she would have time to get herself off before going on the air. She sat down on the floor and went to open her purse. Few had been privy to the inside of her purse—unlike her vagina, which many had been privy to the inside of—so no one really knew the contents of it were a bit out of the ordinary.

Her hand rattled around inside it, until she found the thing she was looking for and slowly withdrew it: her little remote-controlled vibrator. She spread her legs, pulling her panties aside, and pushed the little pink plastic phallic-shaped thing inside her still wet lips. She found the remote for it and hit the button, moaning to herself when the thing came alive, buzzing and grinding inside her.

Keiko closed her eyes and rolled her head back, losing herself to bliss as her fingers gripped the cylindrical base of that thing and pushed it in and out of herself. Her previous annoyance at the young intern’s poor performance quickly melted away, as did all her cares and worries as she just sat there, moaning in pleasure, her hips writhing around on the floor and the fingers of her other hand diddling her very erect clit.

Some faint part of her brain was throwing up the warning sign about how close she was cutting it, and the crew were likely to send the dogs looking for her if she delayed getting to the broadcast studio much longer. Well, she might as well add it to the laundry list of troubles that insatiable cunt of hers had caused over the years.

It seemed like a curse how incapable she had always been of keeping her legs shut, ever since the first time she could remember spreading them for a boy at 16. Of course, that would seem like a typical age to most who asked; but it wasn’t how young she’d been that was so messed up about it.

It was that the boy in question had been her own brother.

She could remember it so vividly, all these years later. Their parents had been out one night, and she and Sota had been watching some stupid movie on TV when a storm had started up and blown out the power. She could remember being so childishly frightened in the dark with the sound of the blowing wind and rain outside. Sota had valiantly come to comfort her, engulfing her in his strong arms, making her feel safe again… and then…

It had all just sort of happened.

And then it had just sort of happened again.

And again.

And again.

They knew it was wrong. They knew they weren’t supposed to do what they were doing with family, and many times Keiko tried to say they should stop. And yet, night after night she had found herself returning to her brother’s room and stripping off her clothes for him.

After a few months she had made a firm decision to herself to quit fucking her brother, and for a while she had really committed herself to that. That meant, of course, that she was left with a powerful itch that she had needed to scratch pretty regularly. And so, quicker than you could say “rebound,” Keiko Ishizawa had become her school’s resident slut, eagerly crawling into the shorts of any able boy who caught her attention in order to satisfy the need that Sota had created in her.

She tried a few times to settle down with regular boyfriends, and came pretty close to succeeding once or twice. Unfortunately, she soon found that she’d become as addicted to the variety as she had to the act itself, and she couldn’t seem to keep from straying as soon as she saw another guy who looked interested. The longest she’d been in a stable relationship in high school without cheating, if she recalled correctly, was maybe a month at best.

And that was if you didn’t count her occasional relapses with Sota. Through all the ups and downs of her dating and sex life in high school, Sota was still there, just one bedroom away. Could she really blame herself for giving in to temptation from time to time?

Which was why, after she’d left for college and Sota was no longer convenient, she had made a point to avoid direct contact with him as much as she could. It was a painful sacrifice for her; she still loved her brother, and yes, she still spoke to him on the phone a couple times a year and they still exchanged Christmas cards. She’d even let his family come to visit on holidays once in a while. But she didn’t trust herself to be in the same room with him unsupervised. Self-control had never been her virtue.

College had done nothing to temper her reputation as a slut, of course; if anything, her career as a nymphomaniac had taken off like a rocket. By her sophomore year, she had probably slept her way through half the student body, and she knew of at least one professor who’d been fired for an affair with her. The others had just been lucky enough to not get caught. Eventually she became the local standard for comparing the promiscuity of others against: “I’ll bet she’s fucked almost as many guys as Keiko Ishizawa!” someone might say of another campus slut, which would usually be met with either impressed awe or distinct skepticism.

When she’d seen an ad from a porn producer in her area, it had seemed like a match made in heaven. Since she was already humping every guy who so much as winked at her, she figured she might as well get paid for it. And so, her alter ego Jade Silver had been born. The money had been good, and she’d enjoyed the work. Some of the impossibly chiseled guys she’d worked with on camera had flattered her by describing her as the “hottest piece of sweet Asian pussy” they’d had in a long time.

That was what she was, she had always known. That was what she’d become. Being a hot piece of sweet Asian pussy had been the definition of her worth. Jade Silver had become her identity.

That is, until she’d met Rick.

When she’d first caught him watching her in their econ class, her first thought had been that he was just another in the long string of guys whose eye she had caught, and had initially thought she’d take him for a quick fuck in the afternoon, as she had so many others. But he’d turned out to be different. He wasn’t interested in casual sex with her; he’d heard about her reputation, but was curious about what more there was to her besides an easy lay.

Keiko had been mystified. No guy had ever said that to her before.

And in fact it had taken five whole dates before Rick had agreed to sleep with her. She’d tried to seduce him each time, but he’d somehow managed to hold his ground, saying he didn’t want to just score with Keiko the school slut; he wanted to make love to Keiko the woman. And when it had finally happened, that was exactly what he had done.

Not since Sota had any guy made her feel the way he did.

They had married before they even finished college. She gave up her porn career, she stopped sleeping around, and made a legitimate effort to lead a decent life with a serious career, becoming mother to five beautiful children and landing a job at a news station, posing for handsome family photos and hosting happy neighborhood barbecues. For a while, it had all been magical.

So when exactly had the magic faded? When had the image of Keiko the family woman crumbled, allowing the persona of Keiko the slut to rear its head again? Had she only been kidding herself for years? Had she just been suppressing her true self until she couldn’t anymore?

Suddenly the door opened, and Keiko bolted up to her feet. As the lights came on, she looked to the door and saw Chris, one of the sound technicians, entering. He stopped and practically did a double take when he saw her. “Keiko? What are you doing in here?”

“U-um, I was ju-uust…” she stammered, finding it a little difficult to speak with the vibrating thing still moving inside her.

“Well, everyone’s looking for you,” Chris said. “They’re about to go on in two minutes!”

“What? Oh, shit!” Keiko exclaimed, and went running out the door with no further discussion.

She bolted down the halls and through the media rooms as fast as she could in those fancy shoes. She saw the staff stop and look up at the sight of their anchorwoman rushing past them so quickly, and she saw more than one stack of papers go flying as she rushed like a whirlwind by.

When she finally came barreling into the broadcast studio, Jon the executive producer looked up to see her, and threw his arms up in relief. “Oh, there you are. Where the hell have you been?” And then, in the next breath, he continued, “Don’t answer that, just get in your seat. Makeup, can we clean her up a bit?”

“We’re on in one minute, Jon!” one of the staff spoke up as Keiko took her seat next to Barry and the makeup lady started touching up her look.

“I’m aware of that! Let’s move!” Jon commanded. And everyone started scrambling to get everything ready.

Amid the chaos, Keiko turned to see Barry looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “Just where have you been?” he asked quietly. But his tone suggested he had a suspicion.

Keiko felt oddly flushed trying to answer him. She wondered why. She never felt shy or embarrassed around Barry; hell, he’d been responsible for more than a few of her most powerful orgasms in recent years himself. So why should now be—

And then, as she shuddered and almost doubled over in her seat, she realized it, like two tons of bricks and a semi truck crashing down at her all at once. How she could have forgotten about it in the first place was completely beyond her.

The vibrator was still in her pussy. And it was still on.

How the hell did I run all this way with that thing still in me?

She frantically started looking around for her purse, only to realize with horror that it wasn’t with her.

She had left it in the storage closet. Along with the remote.

She was about to go on the air with a vibrator still inside her, and she had no way to remove it without being seen, or even to turn it off.

Keiko briefly considered just taking it out now, before they started to broadcast; hell, most of the staff who would see it were made up of guys she’d probably already fucked at some point or another anyway. But something, some sliver of modesty she didn’t realize she’d had, was holding her back, and she started looking for a way she could maybe duck out of sight and remove it quickly while she still had time. “Um… if I could maybe…”

But Jon was raising his hand now, five fingers extended, beginning the countdown. “And we are live in 5… 4… 3… 2… cue music!”

And as Keiko sat there in horror, the opening music began to surround her, and the big red letters overhead lit up the words “ON THE AIR.” The teleprompters on the cameras began to roll, and Barry sat forward and stated firmly, “Good evening, I’m Barry Capper.”

Keiko gritted her teeth, and doing her best to compose herself and ignore the buzzing thing inside her most sensitive place, sat up and firmly spoke, “And I’m Keiko Greenfield.”

“Our top story tonight,” Barry began, “police are still looking for a suspect wanted in connection with a carjacking last week…”

As Barry spoke, Keiko crossed her legs tightly under the desk, trying to limit how much the churning and buzzing thing could move inside her. She bit her lip, her fingers curling as her nails slowly scraped along the top of the desk.

But eventually it was her turn to speak again. She summoned forth all the focus she had and began: “Allegations have arisen of possible illicit activities at a locally owned business. Two customers at Charlotte’s Bakery reported seeing what they believed to be cocaine in the possession of an employee. An investigation into the owner’s possible connection is ongoing.”

“And to cover this story,” Barry picked up, “we go live to the location where our correspondent Alice Corman is on site to give us the latest developments. Alice, how are things going down there?”

Barry proceeded to converse with the young woman holding a mic on the screen next to them, while Keiko continued summoning up all her willpower to keep herself from throwing her head down on the desk and moaning aloud. Her skin felt flushed, and her heart was racing a mile a minute. But no matter what, she could not let that show.

The rest of the broadcast continued in similar fashion. Keiko maintained her composure, reading her lines off the teleprompter as firmly and as steadily as if it were any other night. Even when she couldn’t stop her lower body from wriggling and squirming, she made sure to keep her upper body steady, even if she had to surreptitiously hide her fingers digging into her sides to do it.

When they went to commercial, Keiko let her composure slip a little, hunching over in her seat and squeezing her eyes shut as her body shuddered. And this did not go unnoticed. “Keiko, are you alright?” Barry asked.

A second or two passed before she softly gasped, “Y-yes… yes I’m fine…”

Barry did not look in the least bit convinced. He studied her closely, eyebrows furrowed as he looked her up and down in search of whatever had her so tense. But as the seconds ticked by and Keiko deliberately avoided looking him in the eye, he seemed to get the message that she wasn’t about to tell him.

They came back from commercial and Keiko composed herself again, resuming the broadcast in her most professional manner. Until finally, after what had to be the longest half hour of her life, they started wrapping things up. Barry and Keiko gave their goodnights to the audience, the closing music sounded, and the “ON THE AIR” lights went out. “And we’re out,” Jon announced.

With that, Keiko got up from the desk and dashed out of the broadcast studio as fast as she could move. She wasn’t thinking about where she was going or what she was going to do; at this point, she was no longer capable of that. All she needed was to get away from everyone.

She raced through the newsroom and wove along the way to her office, where she slammed the door behind her and collapsed over the top of her desk, pausing to catch her breath. Except she couldn’t. Because the vibrator was still inside her, and still buzzing.

Idiot! she suddenly realized. I ran to my office, but my purse and the remote for this thing are still in the storage closet! What the hell is wrong with me?

Bent at the waist over her desk, she reached a hand down, pulling up her skirt and finding the round plastic base of the phallic object still buried inside her. She started pulling it out—and then, her breath quivering, she stopped, and pushed it back in. And she pulled again, and pushed again, and again and again and again.

She was soon so lost in the act of fucking herself, her body trembling and her breath coming rapid-fire, that it took her brain a moment or two to register the sound of someone opening her office door, closing it, and locking it behind them.

She turned her head to see Barry standing there, staring at her. There was no hiding what she was doing from him. But that hardly mattered; she’d done much worse with him plenty of times. His eyes zeroed in on the plastic object that her fingers were pumping in and out of her sodden pussy, pushing at the strap of her panties, which were positively drenched.

He turned his gaze to look her in the eyes. “You had that in you during the entire broadcast, didn’t you?” he said, starting to smirk a little.

Keiko grimaced, but didn’t stop pumping that thing. “Yes,” she groaned. “I didn’t mean to, really.”

Barry moved up behind her, lifting her skirt up further, and after a brief pause, gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, letting them drop to her ankles. As she continued to fuck herself, Barry’s hand came to cup her ass, and his other one joined hers in helping to pump the vibrator into her pussy.

“You are such a little slut, aren’t you?” he grinned. “Did you like that? Did you like having a vibrator in your pussy on live TV?”

Keiko didn’t answer right away. The obvious answer should have been “no,” but that didn’t seem right. When she thought about it, her heart had been racing the whole time they’d been broadcasting. The fear of getting caught by millions of viewers had been one of the most exciting things she’d ever felt.

When she thought about it, she didn’t think she’d had a more thrilling experience in her whole life.

“Yes,” she moaned.

Barry started pumping the vibrator harder. Keiko let go of it, letting him take over as she placed her hands on the desk and just allowed herself to enjoy what he was doing to her. Her eyes shut and her mouth dropped open as she moaned aloud.

“How many times did you cum while we were on the air?”

She hesitated in answering that. But when Barry paused in pumping the vibrator, she gulped and admitted, “Twice.”

“Would you want to do that again?”

Good God help her, she would.

“Yes,” she said with no hesitation.

And then, all of a sudden, the vibrator was gone. Her pussy was suddenly empty, aching from the hollow feeling after being filled for so long. “No!” she whimpered, lifting her head and reaching out behind her. “Give it back!”

But it only took a few seconds before Barry filled her up again with another phallic-shaped object, this one not made of plastic, but flesh. Keiko returned her hands to gripping the desk, closing her eyes as she groaned with absolute bliss.

Barry gripped her hips like a vice as he began fucking her with total abandon, using her as a masturbatory object. With the noise Keiko started making, it was unlikely that anyone walking by her office wouldn’t have heard her, but by now she was way beyond caring.

Besides, it wasn’t like she had any clean reputation to protect.

The feeling in her limbs began to dissolve into a shapeless blur, until she wasn’t sure anymore what was even holding her up. She was aware of nothing but the orgasmic pleasure coursing through her body and the sound of her own cries filling her ears. Barry pounded her to one climax after another, all of them blurring together to the point of it being impossible for her to count how many she actually had, until he finally emptied his balls inside of her hungry womb.

Barry slowly withdrew as she collapsed into a panting, sweating, leaky human puddle on the floor, slumped against her desk like she had no bones in her body. It felt like it might well be years before she was able to stand up again. The world around her was a hazy mess of incoherent shapes and sounds.

The next lucid thing she was aware of was the still-writhing vibrator, still shiny with her juices, being held in front of her face. The back of it clicked as Barry opened it and withdrew the battery, bringing the buzzing and vibrations to an immediate stop. Keiko looked up to see Barry’s poker face looking down at her. “Where is the control for this thing?” he asked simply.

Keiko answered as if she were doped up on truth serum. “The storage closet. West hallway. Along with my purse.”

Barry grabbed a tissue, wiped off the vibrator and stuffed it into his coat. “I think I’ll hold onto this for you,” he said. “I’ll give it back when it’s time for tomorrow night’s broadcast. I can’t wait to see how well you handle yourself the second time.”

As Barry exited her office, Keiko remained slumped on her floor, barely thinking about how casually he had just suggested she repeat tomorrow the incredibly dangerous thing she had done today by complete accident. It didn’t really dawn on her that he was treating it as a foregone conclusion that she was going to do it again, this time by design.

All she could really think was, God help her, she couldn’t wait either.

 

Chapter 3

Family Dynamics

Kenneth Ulrich pulled his car up to a stop in front of the Greenfield house, his mind as he got out mostly going over all the apologies he was planning to make for being late in picking up his stepdaughters. He really hadn’t meant to get so sidetracked at the office this afternoon, but one thing after another had kept popping up, and before he knew it he was nearly a half-hour late.

It might have been easier if either Heather or Andie could drive, but Heather had failed her driving test three times and didn’t seem to like the process, and Andie had never even mentioned wanting to try. And Paula couldn’t drive them either, since her license had been revoked after a little incident last year involving a dented fender and an open beer bottle.

Well, he thought as he approached the house, at least it’s only their friends’ house I’m late getting them from. They probably won’t complain too much.

It was this thought that comforted him as he rang the doorbell. Chances were, in fact, that the girls would be glad for the extra time to spend with their friends.

Paula answered the door, giving him a polite smile. “Hi, Kenneth,” she said, using the name he had insisted she call him. “Heather and I were just chilling.” She ushered him inside, to where Heather was waiting in the living room.

And immediately, his eyes were drawn once again to the expanse of legs Heather was showing. So smooth, so sexy… flashed through Kenneth’s mind. He quickly put a lid on that train of thought like he always did. He’d gotten pretty good by now at pretending his nubile teenage stepdaughter didn’t excite him every time he looked at her.

He had to keep pretending as she stood up and stretched her short and slender body, and turned to look up at him with those beautiful green eyes behind her cute little glasses. “Hey Kenneth,” she said. “I’ll be ready to go in a second. I’ll just go get Andie.”

Was there any jury in the world that could have found him guilty for staring at Heather’s little round ass in those short shorts as she hurried out of the room?

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” Kenneth forced himself to say to Paula as the moved back to the entryway to wait at the bottom of the stairs, hoping he didn’t sound as stupid as he felt.

She shrugged and said, “We sat around watching bad TV for the extra time. Could’ve been worse. We could’ve been in class.”

He managed a laugh, just as Heather reappeared, trailed by Andie and Bobbi. And if seeing Heather stoked illicit thoughts that made him feel ashamed, Andie did even more to make him feel like a pedophile. As she came bounding down the stairs behind her sister, so small and bouncy with those little blonde braids framing her cherubic little face, with that short crop top and miniskirt on her wire-thin frame with her gentle curves in all the right places…

She’s 16, she’s 16, she’s 16 you pervert!

“Ready to go, girls?” he said calmly. Regardless of how he reacted internally to the girls, seeing them every day had given him plenty of practice at not showing it.

The girls said their goodbyes, and then Heather and Andie followed him out to the car, Andie as usual bouncing along as she went as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Andie got up front with him as he started the car, dropping her backpack on the floor and pulling her feet up onto the seat as she kept her eyes glued to her smartphone.

Kenneth fought to keep his eyes on the road, with how they kept being drawn to Andie’s legs, propped up with knees in the air, and his imagination drew up the image of those legs parting just a little… exposing what lay under that miniskirt, behind those little panties…

He tore himself away from that, zeroing his focus ahead of him on the road.

And on the rearview mirror, where he could see Heather in the back seat.

Where he could see her stretching, thrusting her chest out, pursing those pouty little lips.

He wondered if any boys had experienced the pleasure of kissing those lips. Or had them touch any other part of his body. Like maybe even on his…

The thought came to Kenneth unbidden, but it came nonetheless. An image of Heather, naked and on her knees in front of him, those lips of hers wrapped around his pulsing manhood…

Had he always reacted this way to the girls? He thought back on it, and no, he realized, he hadn’t. He’d been married to their mother less than a year, and had dated her for two years prior to that. And he had always observed that Dana Bertrand’s daughters were very cute and feminine; he would’ve had to be blind not to notice that.

But now, living in the same house with them, seeing them every day… it seemed the more time he spent with the girls, the more they spoke to his inner pervert.

Well, he couldn’t act out his impulses with the girls, but he certainly could with their mother. She hadn’t complained so far.

He pulled up in front of the house and the girls got out, Andie skipping and bouncing along while Heather moved at a calm and leisurely pace to the front door. Andie was the first to the door and let them in, the girls both giving a casual “Hey Mom” as they passed her in the kitchen. Kenneth found Dana standing over the stove, hard at work on the evening casserole. As usual since they’d married, she was wearing a light dress that stopped several inches above the knees and clung to her curves in all the right ways. She threw back her head of curled blonde hair and smiled at him. “Hey hon,” she said. “Hope you’re hungry.”

“Oh, believe me, I am,” he husked. He moved in and took firm hold of her from behind, molding himself to her body. She closed her eyes and hummed happily, absently continuing to stir the food as she luxuriated in the way he kissed her neck and nibbled her earlobe.

She wore no underwear beneath her dress; they’d both come to realize they liked to have little to nothing in the way of his explorations of her body. She liked to be felt as much as he liked to feel her. So when his hands cupped her breasts, with nothing but the sheer fabric of her dress to obscure the soft fleshy feel of them and the hardness of her nipples, Dana moaned aloud.

She thrust her ass back against him, feeling the hard bulge in his pants that threatened to burst out. She was suddenly tempted to let dinner burn and let him have her right now on the countertop.

But the girls…

They had taken risks before by making love on the spur of the moment at times when the girls might walk in and catch them. It wasn’t a chance she felt they ought to continue taking, as much as she may have been tempted. So she tried to temper the situation, by saying, “We’ll have time for all that later, after dinner sweetie.”

But for all Kenneth reacted, she may as well have been speaking to a deaf man. He tugged at the top of her dress, and suddenly one nipple was exposed to the air, the hot steam from the food washing over it. He brought a finger up and began tracing circles about the little hard nub. Dana’s breathing quivered, and a trickle of lubrication went running down her thigh.

She really should put a stop to this before it went any farther… but now he was unzipping, and her skirt was being lifted up off her behind. “Kenneth… we shouldn’t… the girls…”

“Are upstairs,” were the last things he said before she felt him slip inside her.

Dana braced herself against the stove, completely forgetting about her ministrations with dinner, focused now entirely on trying not to make too much noise.

Kenneth breathed through his teeth, gripping Dana hard about the waist. He fought hard to keep the image of the girls out of his head, and focus only on his wife. It was fortunate that he had her to let out the feelings the girls kept stirring in him, but it would be so much less problematic if he could just keep a lid on his lust long enough to wait until they were somewhere private.

But he was apparently too much of a pervert. Just a few minutes in close proximity to the girls, and he had to get off immediately.

Well, at least the girls were upstairs and blissfully unaware of how he was ravaging their mother. At least, that was what he thought.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

Andie was standing just around the corner of the doorway to the kitchen, watching with fascination as her mother received her step-dad’s pounding from behind. One of her hands slipped up under her top to feel her little breasts, and found her nipples rock hard. Her other hand rubbed against her crotch through her skirt, causing her to squeeze her legs together around her fingers and thrust her ass back against the wall.

People tended to write Andie off as flaky and oblivious, as if she was too lost in her own world to notice what was going on around her. But she noticed more than people gave her credit for. She had certainly noticed something was up with Bobbi this afternoon, when she had come into her room all flushed and panting; Andie had let herself seem distracted, but she definitely noticed the pair of clean panties Bobbi had grabbed before disappearing again.

And she had long since noticed the way Kenneth tended to look at her and her sister. Not to mention the things he tended to do to Mom after he got that look. And when she’d seen him getting that look in the car just now, she’d known she just had to see what he and Mom would get up to. Because it never failed to excite her when she did.

Andie breathed hard, hearing the pleasured grunts that her mom was trying hard to muffle. What must it be like, she wondered? What would it be like to be on the receiving end of that? Curiosity and excitement had often made her consider letting Kenneth do to her what she could tell he wanted to. Mom seemed to enjoy it, and she didn’t doubt she would too. But the thought of betraying Mom like that had kept her in check.

So how could she get to experience it for herself?

Well, she had one idea in mind. Her attempts hadn’t worked so far, but maybe if she kept at it…

It had been a few months since the idea had first formed in her head. It was one morning when they had been running late for school and both girls had wanted to get their morning shower in, and Heather had been taking too long to finish hers. Not wanting to wait, Andie had decided the hell with it and gotten into the shower right along with her sister. Despite Heather’s initial protests, Heather had conceded they didn’t have time and had just gone with it—which had led Andie to the realization that Heather was really hot when naked and being pressed up against her like that was terribly exciting. If they could just take it a few steps further…

Andie turned and headed upstairs to her room. She shut the door behind her, and immediately began skinning off her clothes. She dropped them all by her feet, pausing a moment to enjoy the feeling of cool air on her naked body, and then turned to the door to the bathroom that connected her room to Heather’s.

She passed through that bathroom, carefully inching open the door to Heather’s room. She saw Heather seated on her hip on the bed, her eyes glued to her phone. Andie leaned against the door jam, thrusting her hip out, and purred, “Heeeaaatheeerrr…”

Heather glanced up, and at the sight of her naked sister posed sexy in the doorway, immediately turned her gaze downward, shielding her eyes. “Oh, god, not this again!”

“You want to know what I just saw?” Andie husked, beginning to stride over to Heather’s bed. “I just saw Kenneth giving it to Mom right in the kitchen! Right over the stove, while she was in the middle of cooking dinner!”

“Sounds like dinner’s gonna burn,” Heather said dryly.

Andie climbed onto Heather’s bed, moving toward her sister like a hungry predator. “He gets me so hot! I love seeing what he does to Mom, and how Mom loves it so much…”

Heather scurried away from her sister. “Andie, would you cut this out please! It’s not going to happen! We’re sisters! Sisters don’t have sex!” These were the same words she’d said every time Andie had come onto her.

And Andie replied in her usual way too: “Who says? Who makes up these stupid rules? I got a pussy, you got one, they’re no different from anyone else’s, right?”

Andie got up on her knees and cupped her little breasts, squeezing her puffy nipples. Heather stared at her, forgetting to blink. She watched transfixed as her sister ran one hand down the smoothness of her belly, coming to the little landing strip between her legs.

Heather was forced to suppress a shuddering breath. She squeezed her legs shut, feeling a small bit of lubrication forming. “Andie, please!” she said, trying to sound firm, but her voice shaking slightly.

Andie sighed. As much as she would like to crawl atop her sister and try to physically change her mind, she knew better than to try to force things. Eventually, she hoped, Heather might give in and let her have what she wanted.

Andie got up and turned back to the bathroom door to return to her room. Heather stared after her as she went, taking in the sight of her little sister’s naked flesh and her perky little butt. She waited until the door shut behind her to unfasten her shorts and reach a hand inside them.

Andie didn’t own a vibrator per say; after all, who would ever sell one to a girl her age? But she had found ways to get around that. It hadn’t taken much to figure out that her electric toothbrush was a more than effective tool to use on her clit. And passing by where it was mounted now, she knew she needed it.

A part of her wondered if Heather was really the best candidate to be pursuing for what she wanted. Would Heather ever be able to get around that pesky incest label? Andie personally didn’t think it was any big deal, but Heather was clearly hung up on it. The truth was, Andie was also really interested in fooling around with Bobbi. The trouble was that she didn’t know how Bobbi would react, and if things went badly, Andie might lose her best friend. But Heather would always be her sister, no matter what.

Well… all she could do was keep trying. Maybe one day Heather would cave. Maybe she could entice Bobbi into making a first move. Maybe, maybe, maybe. For now, all she could do was imagine, as she fell back onto her bed and switched her vibrating toothbrush on, bringing it down to her waiting clit.

Brushing her teeth was going to taste interesting tonight.

#

Rick returned home that night with little fanfare. He came in the door, and gave a brief, “Hello everyone.” Marcus, who was relaxing on the family room couch scrolling his phone, was the only one to respond with a short, “Hey,” without looking up.

Paula, who was in the living room watching TV, stood up and craned her neck to see him when Rick came in and said, “Dad, will you tell Bobbi to stop being a little pervert?”

“I’m not a pervert!” Bobbi’s voice whined from upstairs.

“What happened?” Rick asked, his brow furrowing.

Paula walked more fully into the entryway to say, “She was spying on Marcus and Raven. Doing stuff.” She imagined that her father didn’t want the intimate details of what Marcus and Raven were doing, because she didn’t want to know them herself, beyond what little glimpse she’d gotten already.

Marcus only now looked away from his phone and frowned in annoyance at Paula. “Do you have to share everything with our parents?” he sighed, embarrassed.

“Bobbi, respect your brother’s privacy,” Rick said shortly before heading into his study to set down his briefcase.

“What, that’s it?” Paula gaped, starting to get up from where she sat.

“Just let it go, Paula,” Marcus said. “The kid’s just curious.”

“Don’t call me a kid!” Bobbi whined some more from upstairs.

By the time Keiko came home a while later, Raven had joined Marcus in the family room with the apple tarts she had just made and was sharing them with Marcus, having set another one in the living room in front of Paula. She hadn’t touched it yet.

“Mom,” Paula said, trying again, “will you tell Bobbi to stop being a little pervert?”

“Oh, for god’s sake,” Marcus groaned.

“Don’t call your sister a pervert, Paula,” Keiko said, sounding like she didn’t have the patience for this.

Paula frowned, and turned to look up the stairs to where Bobbi had appeared again, looking down. Paula cupped her hands around her mouth and called, “Well if the boot fits…”

“Ooh, I hate you!” Bobbi barked, and went storming into her room and slammed the door.

Rick emerged from his study then, looking curiously up the stairs to where the sound of the slamming door had come from. “What was that about?” he asked, apparently having already forgotten the earlier exchange.

Paula groaned in exasperation, and went marching up the stairs to her room. She just could not deal with her family right now. She picked out a selection of her favorite music and cranked up the volume, hoping to drown out everyone else in the house from existence.

The music that came blaring out from behind Paula’s door was enough to finally bring even Zander out of his room, not to mention Bobbi, who actually had hands over her ears. “Paula!” Zander complained, pounding on her door.

Her door opened and Paula stuck her head out, glaring at her twin brother. “What? Am I disturbing your ability to mope?”

“Paula, turn it down, please,” Keiko pleaded, appearing at the top of the stairs.

Paula rolled her eyes, and grudgingly went to comply. “Guess that’s the only thing people care about here,” she grumbled. “Unlike Bobbi being a snoop.”

“Will you get off my back?” Bobbi whined, and slammed her door again.

“When you learn to keep your nose where it belongs!” Paula shouted to be heard through Bobbi’s door, and then slammed her own.

Keiko was left alone with Zander in the upper hall. She carefully turned to look at him, and cautiously asked, “How are you doing, Son?”

“Not now, Mom,” he groaned, and disappeared back into his own room, shutting the door more quietly.

Keiko sighed, and turned to see Raven at the top of the stairs. Obviously she had witnessed much of that whole exchange, what could only be called a typical night in the Greenfield house. Keiko regretfully shook her head and said, “Aren’t you glad you came to live with us.” Then she turned and headed into her own room.

“Are they done up there?” Marcus called up from below.

Rick hadn’t even bothered to involve himself further.

Raven wanted to cry. As much as she loved spending time with Marcus, and while she didn’t regret for a moment coming to stay at his house, it never failed to sadden Raven to see how her boyfriend’s family were frequently at each other’s throats. Knowing firsthand what a much happier family looked like, it was a heartbreaking contrast to look at.

She was still thinking about that a little while later, brushing her teeth in the upstairs bathroom, when her phone began to buzz. She glanced over to see the caller ID displaying the face of her brother Terrance, and grinned before spitting out her toothpaste and answering him. “Hi brother,” she purred. “I was just thinking about you.”

“Yeah, I was missing you too, sis,” he said, the smile evident in his voice. “What were you thinking about doing?” he said suggestively.

Raven looked at her own salacious grin in the mirror. “I think you know, stud,” she said in a husky voice.

“Yeah, I do,” he said. “But I wouldn’t have called if I didn’t want to hear it.”

Raven cautiously glanced toward the door. “You know, I am still at my boyfriend’s place. And he’s still waiting for me.”

“You still haven’t told him about our family, have you?”

“No, not yet,” she said. In general, she tried her best to keep Marcus apprised of her activities when she wasn’t with him, but there were some aspects of her life that he just wasn’t ready to know about yet. She would tell him one day, she knew it, but she didn’t want to scare him off if she sprang it on him too soon.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to keep it down then,” Terrance said, lowering his voice.

Raven let her imagination start to run wild. Maybe a little phone sex with her brother would be just the thing to get her in the mood for Marcus. “If you were here right now,” she husked in a low voice, keeping a hand over her mouth to keep from being heard, “I’d be running my hands all over that sexy bod of yours… I’d be stroking that nice big brother cock… I’d kneel down and suck it into my mouth… in and out, running my tongue all over that thick head…”

“Fuck, sis!” Terrance groaned.

“And what would you do to me?”

“Oh, I’d toss you on my bed like a rag doll. I’d suck on my sister’s nice big tits until you’re squirming and juicing, and I’d run my fingers through my sister’s nice juicy pussy…”

“Ooh-hooh, keep going!” Raven quivered, feeling her wetness starting to drip into her panties.

“I’d finger and lick you until you were begging me for it, and then climb on top of you and push into that sweet incestuous pussy…”

“Fuck!” Raven gasped, suddenly having a mini-orgasm.

They paused, as she took a moment to catch her breath.

“Did I get you nice and wet for your boyfriend?”

“Oh, yeah,” Raven nodded, looking back at herself in the mirror again and seeing the hungry look on her own face. “Marcus isn’t gonna know what hit him tonight.”

“Well I hope we get a chance to act out our fantasy soon in the real world,” he said.

“Oh, definitely. I’ll find some time this week. I’ve gone too long already without my regular dose of brother-cock.”

“Good to hear. I’ll let you go then. Later, Raven. Be thinking about you.”

“I bet you will.”

#

Raven threw her head back and thrust her chest forward, moaning to the dark ceiling. For the moment, seated on Marcus’s lap with his cock deeply embedded inside her and his strong hands massaging her tits, it felt like all was right with the world.

The clock by his bedside read 12:14am, which meant they’d been going at it for nearly an hour tonight. She’d already gotten off enough times to be satisfied when Marcus started making the telltale grunts that heralded his approaching climax. “Cum inside me, baby,” she husked. She churned on his lap a few more times, before his face contorted and she felt his seed shooting up into her well-protected womb.

Raven allowed herself to collapse forward and nestled her head into the crook of his neck, running her fingers in lazy patterns over his chest. “One week of this isn’t enough,” she sighed. “Do you really have to go back to school again in a week?”

“You know you’re gonna do this with other guys when I’m gone,” he replied, lightly stroking her arm. They had established long ago that Raven had no intention of being monogamous, and she didn’t expect him to be either.

“Not with you,” she breathed, lifting her head to look him in the eyes. “I can have a casual fuck with any guy, but there’s only one you.” She kissed him tenderly.

Most college guys saw Spring Break as an opportunity to go out and party, maybe chase some tail on the beach and score with hot coeds in bikinis. But Marcus got enough casual pussy at school, so he spent Spring Break at home with his girlfriend. Raven was grateful for that; she got few enough opportunities to see him these days.