Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 10

I quickly sat up, her face now next to my stomach. "What's wrong?" I asked seriously.

She blinked a few times, before looking up to meet my gaze. "I..." Her voice trailed off. "You don't think I really am, do you?" she asked almost inaudibly.

I looked at her in shock. "I mean, how would I know? Why? Do you think you are?" I asked seriously.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she let it out slowly, not responding for a long minute. "Sorry," she finally whispered, her emerald gaze meeting mine again.

Without thinking, I reached out and rested my hand on her head, gently running my fingers through her vibrant red hair.

She continued without prompt. "It's just, whenever I used to complain about guys trying to hook up with me, my mom always teased me that it was because I was part succubus. A sixteenth, to be exact." She grimaced. "Or at least, I assumed she was teasing. But with you saying that..."

"Could you ask her?" I wondered. "And would there be any danger if you were actually part succubus?"

"You don't think I'm crazy?" she whispered, sounding vulnerable.

I scoffed. "Gabriella, look at me. I'm not exactly human myself, and while I've never met anyone else supernatural, I'm well aware it would be foolish to think I was all alone in the world. Plus, you've eaten meat, and your scent hasn't changed, so my assumption that it is from you being vegetarian might actually be wrong. Maybe it's because, well, because you're part succubus."

She frowned as she considered that, her red eyebrows knitted together. "My mom has also said she's an eighth succubus, and she once explained that's why she..." Her voice trailed off, looking embarrassed now.

"She what?" I prompted.

Gabriella took a deep breath, looking away. "You...you won't, like, leave me or anything, right? If I tell you just how weird my mom is?"

I was again shocked. "What? No, of course not!" I then sighed when she didn't seem convinced. "Gabriella, think about it from my perspective. You're probably the only person I can ever be with. I'm not going to risk telling my secret to anyone else, not even my sister, and even if I did tell someone else, I'm still crazy about you."

Unexpectedly, she looked at me with a critical eye. "Your sister?" she repeated.

I held her gaze for a second, trying to understand her expression, before it dawned on me that I'd just sort of connected those two concepts together -- dating someone else, and telling my sister my secret.

And she'd picked up on it.

Maybe it was my tone, or just the way I said it, I wasn't sure. But she definitely read between the lines.

Fuck.

I couldn't help but look away.

Which of course, told her what I didn't want to tell her.

"Kai," she said, sounding incredulous. "You like Serenity?"

Fuck!

I knew I had to say 'no.'

I knew I had to!

But I couldn't respond, my heart racing again.

"Shit," Gabriella hissed.

I looked at her in shock, afraid that now she was going to consider leaving me. "I'm sorry," I said without thinking.

She sighed, shaking her head as she stood up. At first, I thought she was going to walk away, but instead she moved behind me slightly to sit down in the small space I'd left from sitting up. I quickly shifted my weight to sit beside her on the couch, me still mostly naked, while she was only wearing the leather jacket.

She seemed pensive now.

"Please say something," I whispered after a second. Part of me still wanted to try denying it, but for whatever reason I just couldn't say it. I couldn't say that I didn't love my older sister like that.

It was easy to deny when I was in middle school, because back then I truly just viewed Serenity as my sister. Sure, I loved her more than anything, but I didn't want to fuck her back then. It wasn't until I got in high school that I started realizing that I was really attracted to her.

Or rather, I just noticed how fucking hot she was.

Gabriella reached out and put her hand on my bare gray thigh, as if she was trying to reassure me, but didn't respond. I finally covered her hand with my own, prompting her to look up at me apologetically.

"Sorry," she said again. "I just don't know how to respond. I thought your sister's reaction was weird at dinner, when we talked about getting married, but only now do I realize why that might be."

"W-What?" I stuttered in disbelief.

She sighed heavily, focusing on her small flatscreen TV next to the apartment door. "Kai, when Serenity talks about you, she doesn't sound like a girl talking about her younger brother."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Literally, I couldn't believe it.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked seriously, wondering if this was some kind of test.

Her voice was almost inaudible as she responded, staring straight ahead, her green eyes unfocused. "Because I don't want to lose you," she whispered. She then focused on me with a grimace. "Kai, you're not actually related to her, and while some people might frown at it, there is really nothing stopping you from being with her." She paused. "Well, except for her, of course. She'd have to be willing. But I'm not sure if she realizes how she really feels. However, tonight she didn't look only upset. She looked devastated, as if she'd just found out her boyfriend cheated on her." She focused on the wall again, slumping back more into the couch cushions. "But I don't want to get serious with you, only to have you break my heart by leaving me for her."

"I..." I took a deep breath. "I wouldn't do that," I replied, knowing I was trying to convince myself just as much as her.

She didn't respond, causing us both to fall silent again. I wasn't sure if she believed me, suspecting it probably didn't help that I wasn't sure if I believed myself. Honestly though, I didn't know how I could possibly live without either one of them at this point. I had zero idea how I was ever going to let my sister go, and I definitely felt like I couldn't let Gabriella go either.

Dammit.

"S-So," I began hesitantly, deciding to change subjects. "About your mom?"

She took another deep breath, continuing to stare at the wall. However, she squeezed my thigh reassuringly. "I told you my mom was really into the dominating thing. She's a little extreme though. More so than I initially let on."

"How so?" I asked quietly.

Gabriella finally looked up at me. "Well, my parents tried to keep it a secret, but when I finally asked about it, my mom explained it was because she was 'an eighth' succubus. Again, I thought she was joking, or coming up with some stupid excuse, but basically..." Her voice trailed off for a second. "My mom sleeps with other men...and makes my dad watch."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Oh," I said simply as I tried to absorb that, before suddenly needing to make sure I clarified something. "I'm not okay with that," I replied hastily, only to give her another apologetic look for the outburst. "I mean, with you and me, I'm not okay with that."

Gabriella's emerald eyes were wide, looking surprised, before she nodded firmly. "Yes, of course. I told you I wouldn't cheat on you," she said reassuringly. She then paused. "And even if you were into that kind of thing, I'm not sure I'd want to," she added.

"Really?" I said in surprise, only to quickly clarify when she seemed confused. "I mean, I feel like that's something most people would like. Not that I'm complaining," I added.

She smirked slightly. "Of course, I'm sure you'd love to make me watch you fuck another girl, wouldn't you?"

I grimaced, more out of embarrassment than anything. "Umm, no..." I lied.

She scoffed. "You're not fooling anyone, young man!" she teased, only to sigh, growing serious again after a couple of seconds.

"What's wrong?" I whispered, knowing we'd covered so many topics unexpectedly, that it could be almost anything.

"I'm just concerned now," she admitted. "Because what if I am really part succubus? Does that mean it's not safe for us to have sex? My mom never warned me about it being unsafe, but she's always acted like she expected me to get really into fucking, like she is. That's why she got me this leather outfit, and why we had a thorough discussion on how to be safe."

"Maybe you should call her and ask?" I suggested. "I mean, I'm assuming your mom has sex with your dad, right?"

Gabriella shrugged. "I mean, I assume so. Why?"

"Well, because then that would probably mean it is safe, but maybe frequency is a problem. Maybe that's why she sleeps with other men too."

She pursed her lips as she thought about that, only to sigh heavily and stand up. "I can't believe we're seriously considering this. But I guess we can't take the chance, since obviously the supernatural exists." She gestured toward me and my still-grayed skin for emphasis.

"Right," I agreed.

Her gaze then focused on my lap longingly, as if she wanted to wrap her mouth around my somewhat soft cock and make it hard again. However, unexpectedly her phone began ringing a second time, prompting her eyes to widen in surprise.

"Oh, and I guess I better figure out who that is," she said, hurrying to her bedroom, only to walk back more slowly. She was staring at her phone like she was confused by the number. She then gasped. "Shit, I thought I recognized this number." Her expression turned dark as she focused on me. "I better deal with this right now, before it becomes a problem."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but nodded in response.

Gabriella answered and held the phone to her ear, speaking with a rude tone. "Can I help you?" she demanded harshly.

The male voice on the other end was cheerful. "Hey Gabby! I just saw you on the news and wanted to make sure you were doing alright."

She immediately rolled her eyes. "James, why do you even still have my number? I thought I made it crystal clear I never wanted to talk to you again."

"Aww, don't be like that, Gabby. It's seems you've been through a lot recently. I thought I'd take you out to dinner or something to help get your mind off everything."

"Umm, no," she scoffed. "Absolutely not. My fiancé is taking great care of me, thank you."

"You're getting married?" he replied in sincere shock. "Well, I'm sure he won't care. I even stopped by your work to check in on you, but you weren't there."

Instantly, her expression was livid, her tone just as pissed. "It doesn't matter whether or not if he cares! I care!" she snapped. "And if you stop by my work again, I'm going to get a restraining order on you. If you call me again, I'm going to get a restraining order on you. I am perfectly happy with my man, and I don't need or want you in my life. Are we clear?!"

His response was short. "Bitch!"

He hung up.

The moment the line went dead, her anger immediately shifted to distress. I quickly got up and wrapped my arms around her, trying to ignore my stiffening erection in response to my bare waist being pressed against hers. She rested her head against my shoulder, leaning into me heavily.

"Are you alright?" I whispered.

She took a deep breath before responding. "Yeah. Let me block his number really fast, so we don't have to worry about him calling again." She leaned away then, tapping the screen on her phone in the small space between us, my arms still wrapped around her.

I wanted to lighten the mood, but wasn't sure how, so I just commented on what she'd said, my tone playful. "So, I'm already your fiancé, am I?"

She gave me a weak grin in response. "Sorry about that," she replied softly. She then tossed her phone on the couch behind me and leaned more into my arms. "That was James. He's the only real boyfriend I've ever had. But I haven't seen or talked to him in almost two years now." She took a deep breath. "As I'm sure you could probably tell, the only reason he called is because he wanted to take advantage of my recent traumatic experience, hoping he might be able to get in my pants. He's an asshole, although he had me convinced that he wasn't, at first."

I nodded, holding her tightly. "Well, I think his goodbye was definitely proof of that. I can't believe he called you that."

She shrugged. "He was really sweet for the first few weeks that we dated, but when I absolutely refused to sleep with him, he eventually got fed up and revealed his true colors. I ended up breaking up with him immediately when he became a lot more pushy and aggressive, and that's how he said 'goodbye' then too." She paused. "Calling me a bitch," she clarified. "I wouldn't have considered spending time with him ever again, even if he was the last person on the planet."

"Well, I'm glad I don't have to worry about him winning you over again," I replied, trying to still tease her.

However, instead she glared up at me. "You don't have to worry about anyone winning me over. I'm yours and only yours -- forever." She then leaned her cheek against my upper chest again. "As long as you'll have me," she whispered.

I didn't respond right away, not wanting to bring my sister up again, but knowing I had to, since I assumed that was her concern now.

"Gabriella..." I began hesitantly. I then switched gears, taking a deep breath. "Okay, yes, I do have a thing for my sister. How could I not? She's been everything to me, and the only person I've trusted for a long time." I took another deep breath, holding her tighter to avoid her trying to look up at me. "But I wasn't lying when I told you that I was planning on being alone for the rest of my life. Because I couldn't risk telling a girl, only to have her betray me, and I can't risk losing my sister either if she reacts badly."

"But what if she finds out?" Gabriella whispered. "And what if she's okay with it?"

I grimaced. "I...I don't know..." I admitted. "But I don't want to give you up. Especially not now."

She sighed, only to scoff humorlessly. "Maybe I'll just have to convince her to share you."

All my muscles tensed, feeling a mixture of shock and nervousness. Because the idea just seemed way too surreal to be realistic, and the fact that she brought it up almost felt like a test again.

"You aren't serious, are you?" I finally asked after a moment.

She held me tighter, only to shift her waist so that my cock slid between her legs, her head still buried against my shoulder. "No, not really. But then again, that would be better than losing you." She sighed. "I really like Serenity though, and if I was going to share with someone, I could see it being her." She paused, her voice dropping. "Especially since that's what might have happened anyway, if I hadn't met her, and thus met you."

I honestly didn't know what to say, knowing she was telling the truth, but also unwilling to hope for that kind of reality. Because for that to happen, it would mean I'd have to tell my sister my secret, and even if it was a low risk that she'd reject me upon finding out, it was one I just couldn't take.

I mean, what if she sincerely was freaked out by me being some sort of devil?

What if it was too much for her?

Losing her forever would be devastating for me, especially when she'd been the most important person in my life, for almost all my life. Even when our parents were still alive, I looked up to her much more than anyone else.

Thus, instead of continuing this line of discussion, I decided to switch subjects slightly.

"Well, I'm at least glad to hear that you wouldn't ever cheat on me, or otherwise want to sleep with other guys," I admitted. "Especially since you might be part succubus," I added in a slightly playful tone.

She groaned. "I guess I should probably call my mom and ask," she replied, making no motion to go for her phone on the couch.

"Yeah," I agreed, likewise not making any effort to let her go.

We were both quiet for a minute, just holding each other, my cock hard as a rock between her thighs, throbbing against her hot snatch, before I spoke up again.

"You know I would have been fine if we waited to have sex, right?" I commented, wanting to make it clear that I wasn't like her ex-boyfriend.

She laughed at that, pulling away a little to look up at me. "More like, you never would have done it, had I not forced myself on you!" she retorted.

I grimaced, knowing she was completely right.

My expression just made her laugh all the more. Which was nice, hearing her chuckle after everything we'd just discussed.

She then sighed, resting her head underneath my chin again. "I'm really glad I waited for you."

"Me too," I agreed. "But why did you wait?" I wondered, since she seemed completely against having sex with the other guy, but jumped in bed with me right away. Not to mention, if she really was part succubus, and her mom even expected her to become extremely interested in sex, then it did seem odd.

She sighed. "Well, I don't know how to explain it. I was just waiting, in general. I didn't want to do it with someone who I wasn't sure I truly loved. James was great at the time, at least when he was working his deceptive charm, but I never felt like he was the guy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with." She paused. "I guess that's what it was. I never got to the point where I would have said 'yes' if he had asked me to marry him. Granted, that certainly was never on his agenda. Had I slept with him, allowing him to accomplish his true goal, then he probably would have moved on pretty quickly after we fucked a few times." She then looked up to meet my black and gold gaze. "But with you, I knew pretty quickly I'd marry you in a heartbeat. I don't know what it is about you, but I just can't see myself with anyone else now."

I smiled warmly, sincerely touched by her words. "I'll get you a ring," I blurted out, before I even really thought about it.

"Really?" she said hopefully, a little stunned as well.

I glanced away as I thought more about my answer.

Honestly, there really was no reason to jump in all the way with her, minus the fact that I really wanted my sister too. But that just wasn't going to happen, not to mention on the off-chance that my older sister did actually want me too, even after finding out my secret somehow, Gabriella had already disclosed that she might be okay with sharing me.

Even if that wasn't preferable for her...

Granted, I doubted my sister would be okay with that arrangement either, but why put something amazing on hold in hopes of something that was just never going to happen?

I felt like there was a lot to consider, but my logical mind kept telling me to be realistic.

Realistically, my sister didn't love me any more than a brother, even despite Gabriella's opinion on her reaction. And even if Serenity did, realistically I was never going to risk telling her about my secret. The consequence of her reacting badly was just too much of a nightmare for me.

And finally, I couldn't imagine ever finding anyone else as amazing as Gabriella. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, she also had a scent that was literally the most enticing thing I'd ever experienced in my entire life. But most importantly, through unfortunate circumstances, she'd found out about my secret and was more than happy to do whatever was needed to help me hide it.

So yeah, I didn't see any reason why I shouldn't just jump headfirst into the deep end with her.

I took a deep breath, meeting her vulnerable emerald gaze, my tone more confident.

"Yeah, I'll get you a ring," I repeated. "We can even go now, if you want. We still have about two hours before most places close." I gave her a warm look. "We can make it official today. I'll kneel right in the middle of the jewelry store, if you want, and propose to you right there. Because I want you, forever."