Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 06
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Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 06 — He has sex with sister’s best friend.
Original: September 20, 2020
Submitted: July 7, 2022 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)
Tags: harem, incest (brother/sister), supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF
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. Both versions are registered and copyrighted with the USPTO under my pen-name Kaizer Wolf.
This version also later has HOT taboo relationships happening between other characters, such as mother/daughter, that are significantly less steamy in the non-taboo version compared to this one.
Hope you enjoy!
– CHAPTER 6 –
I woke up to being kissed gently on the cheek.
Opening my eyes, I saw Gabriella lying next to me on my bed, completely stark naked. The sight, combined with the sudden memories of us fucking, made my body shift instantly.
She giggled at my reaction, a big grin on her face, her bright red hair tucked behind her ears, her green eyes dancing with delight.
My face felt hot, prompting me to glance past her at the wall in embarrassment. “What time is it?” I wondered, realizing my entire body felt super sore. Even just trying to move felt like a struggle.
“About two-thirty,” she replied. “We both slept for a good hour and a half.” She grinned at me. “You really wore me out.”
“Wore you out?” I scoffed at the idea. “I feel like I can barely move.”
“Really?” she said in surprise. “That’s weird. Maybe it was because you were trembling so much. You must have fatigued your muscles with all your shaking.”
My face flushed again, now feeling embarrassed by how much I’d been shaking earlier.
“Aww, I thought it was really cute,” she admitted. “And I probably wouldn’t have been as confident if it weren’t for that. You really made me feel special.”
“I did?” I asked in disbelief.
“Well, yeah. Because I knew that I was the cause — I was having that effect on you.” She wrapped her leg around my waist intimately, pulling her exposed pussy closer as she hugged me tightly. “Now,” she continued playfully. “Are you ready for round two?”
Shit, was she serious? I felt like this would be round four! “Umm, well…” I hesitated. “My hormones say yes, but my body says no. If that makes sense.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” she teased. “You can just lay there while I fuck you. I’ll use your cock like a sex toy.” She then grinned at my reaction. “But,” she warned. “If you agree, then that’s your last choice again for a while. I’ll do what I want with you.”
I shook my head, wanting to say yes, but physically knowing it would be too much. “I don’t think I can handle it right now. Sorry.”
“Oh, alright,” she sighed, seeming a little disappointed. “We should probably eat anyway. I just wanted more dessert is all. Maybe if I just suck on your cock a little…” Her voice trailed off, a small mischievous smile playing on her lips.
“Well,” I said hesitantly. “I did promise I’d let you do what you wanted to me, so…”
Gabriella abruptly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth briefly. She then sighed in satisfaction. “That’s what I want to hear,” she teased. “But, I guess I can give you a break.”
When she sat up, I couldn’t help but gawk at her heavy breasts and thin waist. Her body was more attractive than I could have even imagined in my wildest fantasies. It was difficult to believe that someone existed in reality that was hotter than my vivid imagination.
“What?” she said playfully, a grin on her face as she lifted up one of her plump tits. “You like?”
I nodded once, my voice caught in my throat. Shit, maybe I just needed to suck it up and let her do what she wanted to me.
“Well,” she purred, biting her full lower lip. “You can have this whenever you want,” she offered, only to grin. “I might even let you make the rules one day — maybe when you can handle yourself better.”
My face flushed, prompting another wave of giggles from her as she climbed out of bed. I had to admit, I kind of liked her teasing me though. It was fun to listen to her laugh, and kind of arousing when she did it at my expense in a sexual way.
I stared at Gabriella’s tight naked ass as she left to go to the restroom, before returning to get dressed. Watching her slip on her leopard-pattern thong was exceptionally hot, because now I knew she’d be wearing it for the rest of the day. Of course, I knew I might have to ask her to change before my older sister came home, just to avoid me exposing my secret by shifting at the thought, but for now I was all about her wearing the vinyl looking thong.
Once she snapped the straps seductively in place, pulling them up much higher on her hips, she Burdur Escort then pulled on her jeans, neglecting to button them, followed by her green long-sleeve shirt. However, the moment she had the shirt on, she bunched it up around her midriff and tied a knot, revealing all of her toned stomach, as well as the thong.
Fuck. Even despite my weariness, my cock was hard as a rock now.
Her gaze shifted to it the moment she noticed, subconsciously biting her bottom lip as she inched closer. “You really have a nice cock,” she whispered seductively, sitting down on the side of the bed.
My gaze shifted from her huge tits, to her exposed toned stomach, to the thong straps, to the portion of the thong I could see due to her pants still being unbuttoned, with all the visual stimulation causing me to begin leaking precum again.
Still focused on my stiff member, Gabriella leaned forward, wrapping her fingers around it and bent down to suck on the tip.
The sensation immediately made all my muscles lock up — and with it, a wave of sincere soreness washed over my body, causing me to groan in discomfort.
She immediately noticed that something wasn’t right, abruptly pulling away, her expression serious. “Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked in concern. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head, closing my eyes when I realized just how drained I was. Which was bizarre. I’d literally just ran over a marathon earlier in the day, after disposing of the evil cop’s dead body, and yet I’d felt fine afterward.
But now? I was sore as fuck. “Just feel really worn out,” I replied. “I feel like I can barely move.”
“Oh!” she said in surprise. “I thought you were exaggerating.”
I decided to make an effort to sit up, only to fail miserably. “Nope!” I exclaimed. Fuck, what was wrong with me?
She immediately reached down and began pulling on my shoulders, helping me get myself upright and move against the wall. “Wow,” she finally said once I was situated. “I never imagined that I could wear you out. Do you just want me to heat up your food and bring it up here?”
I took a deep breath. “Yeah, actually that sounds perfect. Let’s do that.”
Gabriella nodded in agreement, standing up to finish zipping her pants before disappearing out the door to run downstairs. I thought about making an effort to put my clothes on, but doubted I’d get very far at this point.
Thus, instead, I took a deep breath and leaned my head back against the wall, my hands limp in my exposed lap as I listened to her heat up each plate that she’d prepared earlier. Then, after a few minutes, she was heading back up the stairs.
Accepting my lunch appreciatively, I pulled my knees up to rest the plate on them and then began digging in. Gabriella climbed into the bed with me and sat by my side, leaning into my shoulder a little as she took a bite too.
Oddly enough, which each bite I felt better and better, until a few minutes later I basically felt normal again, the soreness having dissipated entirely. Continuing to shove food in my mouth, I noticed that the chicken was especially potent to my tongue, almost overwhelming the other flavors.
Swallowing the bite I was working on, I decided to bring the subject up to break the silence. “This is really good by the way,” I began with.
She grinned at me, her expression the most content I’d ever seen. “I’m glad you like it!” she said cheerfully.
I continued. “But, I was wondering something. Can you describe to me how it tastes to you? Like, what flavor tastes the strongest?”
She gave me a confused look, and then took another bite as she thought about it. “Well, I mean I taste the cheese, chicken, peppers, onions…and of course the tortilla.” She swallowed. “Probably the most potent taste to me is the sour cream. Why?”
I frowned. “For some reason, it’s as if all I can taste is the chicken, whereas normally I would taste what you described. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s really amazing, but the flavor of the chicken is overwhelmingly mouthwatering, and…” My voice trailed off, my brow now furrowed.
“And what?” She prompted, seeming concerned by my expression.
“Well, my body feels a lot better already,” I admitted. “The soreness is almost completely gone. But, surely I couldn’t have digested my food that fast, right?”
Gabriella was thoughtful for a moment, taking another bite and swallowing before answering. “Really, we don’t know anything about how your body works. So, for all we know, maybe you did digest it already. You obviously can heal almost instantly, which kind of seems impossible as it is, so why not?”
I sighed, suddenly recalling all the bruises still present on her body. “Honestly, I kind of wish you could heal fast too. It scares me to think you’d be in the hospital right now, or worse, if you had gotten shot instead of me.”
She just shrugged nonchalantly in response. “It is, what it is. No point in worrying about it. I’m just glad I don’t have to Burdur Escort Bayan worry about you at least.” She grinned at me again. “You’ll just have to protect me is all.” Her smile widened. “My own personal guardian angel.”
I scoffed. “Some angel! Never seen one that looked like this.”
“Oh?” she retorted playfully. “You’ve seen an angel, have you?”
“Yes,” I said seriously, giving her a meaningful look.
Her face flushed when she realized I was referring to her, averting her emerald gaze for a moment, before scolding me in a playful tone. “Finish your food, young man, before it gets cold.”
“Yes ma’am!” I teased back, eagerly taking an exaggerated bite.
She giggled and resumed eating. However, as she stared at the wall across the room, she visibly became more and more pensive. After a few minutes, I finally nudged her gently, silently encouraging her to share her thoughts.
She gave me an apologetic look. “I was just wondering. What do you think you would do if someone found out about you? Like, someone who wouldn’t keep it a secret?”
I leaned my head back against the wall as I seriously considered it. “I mean, there’s not really many options. I’d probably have to run away or something.”
Gabriella nodded in agreement. “I have almost fifteen-thousand saved up, if we need to disappear.” When I looked at her in shock, she quickly continued, her tone lighthearted. “What? Did you think I’d let you leave by yourself?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m actually more surprised you have so much saved. Most people live paycheck to paycheck.”
“Oh, well it’s pretty standard to tip at a nail salon, except that I get paid a good hourly wage, unlike a waitress. Which means, all my tips are pure bonus. I could easily pay my bills without them. Not to mention, I live in a studio apartment, and I try to only buy things I really need.”
“Like a treadmill?” I teased.
She stuck her tongue out at me. “Hey, if you had any idea what I have to put up with on a daily basis, then you’d understand. You’d probably buy me one yourself!”
I smirked, knowing she was probably right. I hadn’t really thought much about her having to deal with other guys vying for her attention, but just the idea made me a little jealous. “Well, I’m glad to hear you’re good with money,” I admitted. “That you actually save it, instead of burning through it all.”
“Why is that?” she wondered.
I hesitated, setting down my now empty plate on the edge of the bed. “Well, I guess Serenity probably wouldn’t have mentioned it to you, but we sort of have a lot of insurance money at our disposal. Like, millions worth.”
Gabriella’s jaw dropped, but then she was apologetic when she considered where it had come from. “Sorry,” she whispered.
I shook my head. “It’s alright. We don’t usually share that information with anyone though. Otherwise, people act like we won the lottery instead of lost our parents.” I grimaced, thinking of unpleasant memories. “I can’t even begin to tell you how many shitheads asked me for money when I was younger, and then bullied me when I refused.”
She nodded sympathetically. “That really is a lot of money, though. Most people don’t even have life insurance policies, and those who do maybe only have a hundred-thousand at the most.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “It is kind of unusual that our parents had such a large policy. I still don’t really have direct control of my half though, unlike my sister. They have rules for minors inheriting that kind of money, and while I’m technically an adult now, I don’t think my access has fully kicked in. Not to mention, it’s all tied up in investments anyway.” I sighed. “I might have to fill out a form or something, but I’m not sure. My sister probably knows, but I haven’t bothered bringing it up, since I have no intention on spending any of it anytime soon.” I paused, realizing I’d missed an important point. “Granted, even though I don’t have access to all of it, I do have like forty-thousand in an account that I have free reign over. Although, I’m like you — I only buy what I need, minus the treadmill.”
Gabriella playfully stuck her tongue out at me again, only to poke me in the side. “Hey buddy! You might not be enjoying a well-toned body if I didn’t jog every day! I would think you’d be a little more appreciative.” She focused down at her belly for emphasis, which was visible thanks to the knot in her shirt.
I grinned at her. “Okay, maybe the treadmill is a necessity,” I agreed.
She smirked, a playful glint in her eye as she flexed her stomach. “So then,” she said in a suggestive tone. “If your muscles are feeling better, then I think you’re ready for round two!”
Knowing she was serious, I slumped over to my side and buried my face into the blanket. Without hesitation, she set her plate down and climbed on top of me as if she was chasing after. “You can’t get away from me!” she teased. “We’ve got to build up your tolerance!”
“It’s never going Escort Burdur to happen,” I groaned, feeling overwhelmed again by her scent.
“Nope! You’re wrong,” she said seriously.
I looked up at her then, my cheeks growing warm when I realized how close her face was to mine. Even though she at least had clothes on, I still felt aroused by her weight on me. “I am?”
She nodded. “Sure, you will probably always transform when I take advantage of you, but you’ve actually spent a lot of time looking normal while we’ve been talking. You might even be ready to take me out on a date in public soon!”
Holding up my hand, I saw that I was definitely dark gray now, but as I thought about it, I realized she was right. When we were eating, my appearance was mostly normal the majority of the time. Although, if we ever went out in public together, we’d definitely have to be really careful…
Well, actually, she would have to be the careful one — careful about touching me, or what she said to me — but maybe there was hope that I might actually be able to tolerate being around her in a more casual environment. Shit, it’d only been a day, and yet it felt like I’d already come a long way. At the very least, I could hold a conversation with her now, whereas when I first met her I almost transformed just from being in her presence, never mind speaking with her.
“Huh, I guess you’re right,” I admitted. “Then, I suppose I’m all yours for round two. I want to take you on a proper date as soon as possible.”
She squealed in sincere excitement, before focusing on the task at hand. “Alright then, that was your last choice! Are you ready to do what I tell you?”
I nodded weakly, only because I felt really nervous again. I would have thought that fucking her once would break through my anxiety, but her intoxicating scent made it feel like this new experience was going to be my first time all over again.
I also loved how assertive she was, but the nervous excitement made my stomach feel like it was in knots. “Let’s at least put the plates on the floor,” I whispered.
She climbed off me, quickly stacked our plates on my dresser, and then faced me while reaching to unbutton her jeans. As she began unzipping them, I couldn’t help but avert my gaze the moment I focused on her shiny leopard-print thong, wondering if she was going to sit on my face again — hoping for it. She immediately chastised me.
“Look,” she demanded.
I obeyed, watching her slowly begin to slip her pants down, stepping out one leg at a time. She then undid the knot in her shirt, took that off, and began working on her bra. I gulped the moment her heavy plump breasts were exposed, glancing away again.
“Hey buddy,” she said. “I’m going to have to start punishing you for not listening.”
I had no idea what she would do as a ‘punishment,’ but I strongly doubted it would be anything other than amazing. Working up my courage a little, I decided to play along. “Please punish me,” I whispered.
She giggled. “Oh baby, yes. That’s what I want to hear.”
I focused on her again when she snapped her thong, just to get my attention, only to bend down and pick up the purple silky pajama top from the floor. She slid the slick material over her skin, beginning to button the front halfway, leaving easy access to her tits.
I gulped as she took her time climbing back in bed, almost as if she was posing for a photoshoot. A fucking hot photoshoot. Her hard nipples were poking through the purple silk, the shirt almost tight enough around her chest to serve as a bra on its own.
Once she was on her knees beside me, her legs spread apart, she finally spoke.
“Scoot closer,” she instructed, pointing more toward the middle of the bed.
I did so, only to gasp as she twisted around and swung a leg over my head, placing us in a sixty-nine. However, she didn’t go down on me, instead sitting upright again as she lowered her ass onto my face, covering my eyes while my nose pressed into her pussy.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
Unable to see, I assumed she wanted me to feel her up, so I lifted my arms and felt the silky smooth skin on her hips, before raising my hands higher and searching for her boobs. She moaned as I rubbed her nipples over the purple silk, beginning to rotate her hips slowly on my face.
My muscles tensed when she lowered her upper body again, feeling her hot breath on the head of my cock as she slowly wrapped her fingers around the base, shifting her pussy onto my mouth.
Just as she gently kissed it, her phone unexpectedly chimed, prompting her to instantly pop up, lifting herself off my face.
Reflexively, I grabbed her hips, not wanting her to stop, since I assumed that she just had a message. “It can wait,” I pleaded, loosening my grip when she tried to move anyway.
She sighed, sitting next to me. “Normally, I’d agree. But if it’s your sister, then I need to respond right away. Otherwise she’ll think something’s up.”
I smirked at her. “But something is up, silly.”
Gabriella gently leaned down to kiss me on the lips, before responding. “It will just take a second.” She then smirked. “And then I’m going to have to punish you afterward for doing something I didn’t say,” she added playfully.
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