Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 20

Innocent Devil's Harem Taboo Ch. 20 -- He gets more intimate with his hot older Sister.

Original: December 31, 2020

Submitted: January 12, 2023 to Literotica (Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: harem, incest (brother/sister), supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF

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NOTE: This is the Taboo version of Innocent Devil's Harem, where Serenity is Kai's adoptive sister, and he refers to her as such. I've had quite a few people request that I upload this version again, so I decided to do so.

This version also later has HOT taboo relationships happening between other characters that are significantly less steamy in the non-taboo version compared to this one.

Hope you enjoy!

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- CHAPTER 20 -

After reading my biological father's message, I stared at the page for a long minute even after I was finished, just trying to comprehend everything, feeling completely stunned by everything this message said and implied.

For one, I wasn't a devil like I thought. Or at least, not the kind I originally imagined.

I was the son of an Incubus.

Which I felt like made everything suddenly make complete sense.

No wonder my gold eyes were hypnotic when I was transformed.

No wonder I seemed to have women drawn to me. Granted, I was objectively good-looking, just as much as my sister was, but being attractive didn't necessarily mean a guy was going to have women deciding they belonged to him, 'just because.' Like what Avery said earlier at the hospital...

Fuck.

It also implied that their behavior might not be natural.

And it implied a certain level of mind-control, whether it was intentional or not.

Furthermore, it also indicated that my biological father lived in a world where women were objects to be possessed and played with, rather than people. After all, it almost sounded like the woman who breastfed me as an infant was actually taken from another family, from another baby, so that I was provided for, while my real dad -- the man who raised me -- remained reluctant to accept me into his family.

And who could blame him?

It sounded like my dad was fully aware that I could take everything from him when I grew up, including his own wife, and that knowledge suddenly made me suspect that his awareness of the situation was the reason why he was distant when I was younger.

Because I had plenty of fond memories of my mom and sister spending time with me, but it wasn't until I was about eight or nine that my dad started acting like he actually cared about me.

Until then, it was more like he was just the father-figure in the house, though he never had to punish me, since I always listened and obeyed. But it never felt like he was a real dad to me until I was a bit older. And in those handful of years before he and mom passed away in a car accident, we grew close enough that I sincerely missed him after he died.

It was like he was finally able to see me, for me, rather than seeing my biological father in me.

But fuck, this was messed up.

Part of me didn't want to believe that any of this was true, but it just made too much sense. It explained far too much. It was also kind of scary to think about the fact that, if my biological father had been a different incubus, then he might be showing up one day to take all my women away from me. Or at least, to use them for his own pleasure before eventually returning them, whether they were willing or not.

After all, I had no doubt a full-blooded incubus would be stronger than me in every way.

Not to mention, it sounded like he'd been alive for a long time.

Or rather, it sounded almost as if my biological father was immortal, indicating he'd been around a while and was very experienced in handling 'delinquent' children, who might not have been a fan of him stealing what he believed to be his. After all, in this guy's mind, there were plenty of women in the world to be obtained. I could even imagine an incubus doing this to his kid just so the poor soul didn't grow too attached to individual females.

And I had no doubt that I wouldn't be able to stop him from making Serenity or Gabriella do whatever he wanted.

Fuck.

Taking a deep breath, it wasn't until my sister sniffled that I focused on her again, beginning to consider how this might be affecting her. Clearly, she was still stunned and upset, unable to look at me now as she stared down at the bed in front of her.

Focusing on the letter again, I reread the part that mentioned her, assuming it must be the rough spot where she just gave up and stopped reading.

'I have already prepared for you a gift: the young girl you will come to know as your older sister.

She is yours to have.'

I shook my head, unexpectedly irritated and frustrated by the implications. By the realization of how my biological father viewed her.

My older sister wasn't property.

She was a person.

And I sincerely loved her, as a person.

"No," I said firmly out loud, rejecting the idea as I dropped the black stone back in the chest, only to crumble up the letter and toss it across the room.

My sister looked up at me in alarm, but I ignored her, climbing out of bed and heading for the door.

"K-Kai!" she said in shock. "Where are you going?"

"To my room," I snapped, sincerely pissed now, growing more angry the more I thought about it. "And forget about the agreement we made earlier," I continued, feeling almost irate at this point. "There's nothing to talk about now. We'll go back to just being brother and sister like before."

I was so angry, I almost just wanted to break up with Gabriella too, just because I felt livid at the idea that no one wanted to be with me out of a natural desire for it. They all wanted me because they were compelled to want me. Or charmed, or whatever.

"Kai, wait!" she pleaded when I opened the door. "Just stop for a second. Please, just talk to me."

I froze with my hand still on the handle, the door opened up halfway. "What's there to talk about?" I asked seriously.

"W-Why are you so upset?" she stammered. "I didn't finish reading it. What else did it say?"

I shook my head, unable to look at her. "It's not what it said, it's what it implied." I then sighed, staring down at the hallway floor, my expression pained. "Sis, I love you. And I don't want you to feel like you are property. Because you're not. And this is the only way I can prove that to you. We'll just go back to how things were." I grimaced, lowering my voice. "And you can be with whoever you want," I added somberly.

"Kai," she said, her tone pleading. "I don't want to go back to how things were. Please, just wait. Let's just talk about this for a minute, okay?"

"But is that really what you want?" I asked seriously, finally looking at her over my shoulder. "How do we know I haven't just charmed you, or whatever? How do we know this is what you truly desire?"

Serenity grimaced and looked away, seeming to consider it. "Kai, I've always loved you," she finally whispered. "And the letter said he didn't make me love you." She looked up at me again. "And I said I feel uneasy when I think about dating other guys, but I've never really considered dating anyone else."

"Exactly," I nearly spat out. "Because he made you feel that way."

"No," she said seriously, sitting up straighter, only to reach up to wipe her eyes. "What I mean is, he didn't make me revolve my life around you. I chose that. And the only reason why I've ever thought about dating someone else is because I've had friends in high school, and in the academy, bring the subject up. And when they did, I was against it, but not because this man made me against it. The uneasy feeling only came when I thought about a guy being potential marriage material, but I wasn't actually considering a relationship."

I sighed heavily. "I'm not sure I see the difference," I said seriously.

"That's fine. But the point is, I know the difference. I chose to stay focused on you. No one made me. And the uneasy feeling I've experienced before felt unique. It felt different to me."

I took a deep breath, deciding to turn back around and cross my arms, my expression somber. "And how do we know I wasn't the one making you do those things?" I asked seriously.

Her brow furrowed as she glanced away again, only to give me a serious look. "Kai, you made me kiss you earlier this morning."

I grimaced and looked away.

"But the thing is," she continued gently. "I wanted to kiss you before it happened. If anything, your gaze only lowered my resistance to it." She sighed. "And that experience was unique. It's the first time I've ever felt compelled to do something for you."

"But what about Avery being obsessed with me?" I retorted. "How do we know I don't have a passive influence?"

She shook her head. "Kai, of course she's obsessed. What's not to like about you? You're handsome, kind, respect others, value women, and fundamentally have all the qualities most girls desire. You don't need some supernatural influence to make women fall for you."

I shook my head at that, but didn't respond, unable to argue with her.

After all, I'd grown up eager to please my mom and sister, and likewise enthusiastic to be who they wanted me to be. I wanted to be a good boy for them, partly because I wanted their approval and love. And just like with Gabriella in the beginning, I couldn't deny that Avery's obsession might also be grounded in facts, since she didn't grow attached until we'd spent some time together on that group project. Like, it wasn't as if her obsession was completely random.

Plus, people became infatuated with attractive people all the time, without the assistance of any kind of supernatural influence. It might be different if I was ugly or something, but I knew I wasn't.

When I didn't respond, my sister continued.

"Here, why don't we practice a little," she offered. "Why don't you try to make me do something? That way we can see the difference between me choosing to do something, versus being forced to."

I gawked at her. "Sis, you can't be serious? Do you really want me to experiment with that kind of power? I mean, doesn't that scare you? That I might be capable of that kind of thing?"

She sighed with a grimace. "Honestly? Yeah, it does scare me. Because I don't remember meeting your biological father at all, yet I must have if he did something to me. But I trust you, Kai."

I grimaced as well, realizing what her words implied. "How far exactly did you read?" I asked seriously, knowing there was no question about her meeting him.

She looked at me in surprise. "Umm, well just to the part about me. Maybe a little after. Why?"

I sighed, and then walked over to where I'd tossed the crumbled parchment, retrieving it and then handing it to her.

She gave me a confused look as she tried to smooth it out, before focusing down on the elegant script. I watched her read it this time, seeing her chocolate brown eyes widen as she read the part about how my biological father made our dad accept me into his household -- about the part where both my young mom and even younger sister were forced at his feet, ready to please him in any way he demanded.

About the threat of him taking them away entirely, if my adoptive dad didn't agree.

I then watched as she read the part about our mom being a potential 'gift' as well, along with the fact that others of his kind practiced the custom of claiming the women belonging to their children. By the time she got to the significance of the black stone, her face was nearly as pale as a ghost.

My sister cleared her throat as she folded the wrinkled parchment up, placing it next to the chest. She then glanced up at me and patted the bed gently, only to look away again.

I hesitated, before sitting down on the edge, uncertain of what to say.

After a minute, I cleared my throat. "Just kind of gets worse and worse, huh?" I finally commented, hoping to lighten the mood a little.

She nodded, taking a deep breath. "I'm really sorry, Kai," she whispered.

My eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why are you sorry?"

She met my gaze. "I'm sorry your father is like this. Sorry that this is who you come from."

"He's not my dad," I retorted, looking away.

Serenity gave me a sympathetic look, scooting closer until she was sitting right next to me, her ankles crossed against my hip. "Hey," she said softly, reaching out to rub my upper back. "I know he's not your real dad. Not in the way it counts." She then pulled on me gently, prompting me to lean toward her as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

I didn't want to fall on her, so I wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her more against me instead, hugging her to my side. In response, she rested her head against my shoulder as we embraced, taking a few slow breaths, seeming to collect herself.

We were both quiet for a few minutes, simply enjoying our sideways embrace -- well, sideways for me.

Finally, Serenity took a deep breath. "At least we don't have to worry about him coming around ever. And it's good we now have an idea of what you are." She pulled away then. "Besides, when you inject me with your blood, for all we know that might eliminate any influence you have over me."

My eyes widened in shock, prompting me to glance at her from the corner of my eye. "Oh," I said simply, looking away. "Wow, actually you might be right," I realized, recalling how I felt the last time Gabriella and I almost did stuff together in the woods. It had almost felt as if she was messing with my head, though I kind of wondered if I was messing with her head too, since I felt like I was still having an influence on her whenever we made eye contact.

Actually, now that I thought about it, I realized my sister was probably wrong about that.

Serenity then shrugged, seeming to have a similar train of thought. "Or maybe it'll make your influence stronger on me," she commented. "Who knows? Either way, I still want to be like you."

I frowned at that.

She continued. "But I really do think we should experiment a little with this influence thing first. I think it's important to know what you're capable of doing, and I'd also like to know how it feels when I'm being influenced. Or compelled, or whatever you want to call it."

I sighed, giving her a gentle squeeze, pulling her body more into my side. "Are you sure?" I whispered.

She nodded against my shoulder, before pulling away again to look at me.

I turned my head, finding our lips only a couple inches apart.

"Yes," she said softly, her warm breath caressing my face. "And I'll try to resist whatever you make me do, but know that I'm not truly unwilling, so don't feel bad if it works."

Fuck, what was she thinking I was going to make her do?

Because she was talking like she expected me to compel her to have sex with me!

Did she want that? For me to compel her into fucking?

Was that truly what she had on her mind? Or was she saying all that, just in case?

After a second, I cleared my throat. "Umm, maybe I'll have you do pushups or something," I said in an uneven voice, trying to lighten the mood caused by her intensity.

"Or something," she agreed quietly, her cheeks flushing a little.

"Sis," I said seriously, pulling away a little. "You're not really encouraging me here. I feel like I'm affecting you right now."

She looked at me in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry." She then grimaced. "Kai, how are we supposed to make this work, if every time I'm being romantic with you, it only makes you assume I'm being compelled or charmed, or whatever?"

I scoffed. "I mean, what did you expect me to think, when that's exactly what we were talking about?"

She frowned, only to sigh. "I guess I just felt like it would be more fun to try to resist you making me kiss you, as opposed to doing something silly like pushups," she admitted quietly, only for her expression to grow more somber. "And also, an excuse to do it again," she added just as softly, her cheeks flushing, this time in embarrassment.

I took a deep breath, realizing that was sincerely her priority right now, but not necessarily because I was influencing her. On the contrary, it sounded like she didn't care too much if she was being compelled or not, largely because she trusted me. Instead, while I was confident that she sincerely wanted to experiment with my charming ability, she also fundamentally wanted an excuse to cross the line again without being blunt about it.

Specifically, she felt embarrassed to ask me to kiss her, but 'experimenting' was the perfect excuse.

I sighed as I rewrapped my arm around her waist, turning my face back toward her, our lips again suddenly inches apart. Surprisingly, my body was still mostly untransformed right now, most likely because I'd spent so much time being physically close to my sister, having to keep my hormones at bay while I was around her.

But now, as I focused on her lips, so close to mine, my cock began to stiffen again. I decided not to meet her gaze as I watched her cheeks begin to turn rosy, her breathing picking up a little. Slowly reaching down, I rested my hand on her knee, feeling the soft material of her fitted jeans, only to trace my fingers down her warm calf, gently grasping around her ankle and giving a little tug.

Realizing what I was silently requesting, she remained in my one-arm embrace as she scooted her butt back a little on the bed, her motion slow and sensual, carefully uncrossing her legs and slipping them on either side of where I sat. Then, she slowly scooted her butt closer again, inching little-by-little until her warm crotch came into contact with my hip.

Resting my hand on her thigh, surprised by the heat I could feel seeping through her jeans, I continued to stare at her full lips while shifting my hips a little more into her, pressing firmly into her hidden snatch.

She bit her bottom lip then, almost like an invitation as she moved her face slightly closer.

Slipping my hand from her thigh to the bottom of her shirt, I eased my fingers underneath to feel her toned stomach, her silky smooth skin against my touch seeming to encourage my whole body to finish eliminating the gap between us.

I leaned the rest of the way and closed my eyes just before our lips met.

I almost half expected her to pull away to tease me, but she didn't, instead leaning more heavily into me as our mouths connected, her tongue instantly slipping out just enough to part my lips. Without thinking, I gently sucked on it, pulling her tongue further into my mouth as I moved in for a more passionate kiss.

Rocking her head slowly with mine, one of her hands moved to my toned chest to rub across my muscles, while the fingers of her other hand began running through my hair.

I was definitely transformed all the way now, my cock beginning to hurt as it strained against my own jeans, silently begging me to free it and bury it in my older sister's pussy. However, I wasn't sure if she was ready for that step yet, and didn't want to push it.

Thus, I was pleasantly surprised when her hand began moving lower, until she was gently moving her fingers to my thigh, and then feeling around for my cock. She gasped when she felt me, breaking away from our kiss to look down.

She bit her bottom lip again as she stared for a few seconds. "C-Can I see it?" she finally asked hesitantly, glancing up at me. "I've actually never seen one hard before," she added, sounding embarrassed now.

To be honest, I wasn't too surprised by that confession, since I would obviously know it if my sister watched porn -- she didn't, at least not at home where I'd hear it -- and she'd already pretty much disclosed she was a virgin still, even if she was twenty-three.