Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 33

Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 33 — A MILF is very concerned about his strength.

Original: August 22, 2021

Submitted: May 11, 2023 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

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

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– CHAPTER 33: Test –

After a quick breakfast with Serenity, Gabriella, and Avery, my first two women then proceeded to thank Michelle for the meal now that she was out of the shower, only for us to make haste in piling into the car so we could head over to Mrs. Watson’s house to discuss the midnight stone.

I was the first outside, since I had to retrieve the black wooden chest from the back shed, making sure I walked far away from the house on my way to the car, so that Michelle didn’t get sick being around the smooth shiny rock.

Then, once we were actually saying our goodbyes, I gave Avery and Michelle a big hug at the same time, both of them fully transformed already from the anticipation of discussing the topic of sharing me with each other.

Seeing Avery’s mom transformed was actually kind of interesting, because I’d seen Michelle seem sincerely pissed and not even show a hint of shifting, whereas it appeared that the emotion of ’embarrassment’ did it to both of them.

Granted, it did it to me too, but so did sincere anger.

I also suspected they’d end up discussing what to do tomorrow about Avery going to her classes, as well as the rest of the school year. We only had a few more weeks left before we both graduated high school, but if my classmate couldn’t keep her emotions under control at school, then we were going to run into a big problem, since it was vital our secret remain a secret.

Personally, as I thought about it a little on the way to Mrs. Watson’s house, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the situation. I mean, sure it was risky to have Avery go to school when she wasn’t used to her new supernatural body yet, but I also felt like making that decision for her would communicate that I didn’t trust her.

Besides, I personally managed to keep it under control day-after-day, and I suspected Avery could learn just fine too. Which meant she might take the week off, at most, just so she could practice, with the biggest skill she needed to develop being that she learn how to control where the transformation occurred.

If she could just keep the transformation underneath her clothes while she collected herself, or was able to keep it in her eyes, and close those, then she’d be just fine.

On the way, Serenity and Gabriella socialized a little bit, including discussing the situation with Gabriella’s mom — specifically the sex part. My sister reassured my busty fiancé that she understood, and was fine with it, even admitting that she kind of wanted to watch too…

And also admitted she was glad there was someone to teach us in the first place, so we didn’t accidentally hurt anyone.

Serenity also disclosed that she and I had finally gotten a bit more intimate too, but that we were really careful, considering the risks…

To which Gabriella playfully complained, wishing she could have watched us fuck, commenting about how passionate my sister must have been fucking her younger brother, only to set off Serenity’s transformation…which prompted a slew of sincere apologies from my fiancé. However, once my sister collected herself, being curled over in her seat so no one saw, she then admitted she wouldn’t mind the sexy redhead watching either, but had really wanted to share her first time with me alone.

Gabriella ended up apologizing about that as well, saying she completely understood and didn’t mean to sound selfish. That she was just messing around. To which my sister reassured her again that she didn’t view it that way…

Honestly, it was kind of fun listening to them go through cycles of apologizing and reassuring each other, because it was a very clear indication that they truly liked each other and wanted all this to work out. Neither of them wanted to accidentally step on the other’s toes and cause discord.

They wanted to get along.

They wanted this to work.

And I couldn’t be happier.

When we finally arrived at Mrs. Watson’s house, the redheaded MILF answered the door wearing normal attire, including regular faded jeans, coupled with a vibrant green blouse that really made her emerald eyes and curly crimson hair pop.

And damn, her tits were so massive.

Shit, how was she so hot even in normal clothing?

Mrs. Watson really did have almost the same proportions as Gabriella, except that she was noticeably thicker, while still being as thin as hell in the waist and other noticeable areas like her arms.

Fuck, she was hot.

And I wasn’t the only one who took notice.

“Oh my God, you’re so beautiful,” Serenity blurted out with wide brown eyes, readjusting her grip on the black wooden chest in her hands.

Mrs. Rebecca just gave her a warm smile. “Well, thank you very much, sweetie,” she said sincerely. “You must be this handsome young man’s sister.”

“Umm, yes. I’m Serenity, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you. And sorry, Gabriella just told me you were in your fifties, so I wasn’t expecting you to look so young.”

Mrs. Watson only grinned wider. “It’s a succubus thing,” she replied sincerely. “My own mother, Gabriella’s grandmother, still looked fairly young right up until the day she passed of old age.” She paused when Serenity and I both gave her sympathetic expressions at that news. “Oh, don’t look like that,” she said gently. “She lived a full life, much longer than a normal person. She gave birth to me when she was older than I am now, which is why she’s no longer with us. There was quite a gap in age between us, since it is difficult for descendants of succubi to have children,” she explained patiently. “Now, why don’t you all come inside, so I can see what it is you have to show me.”

I nodded, following the mature woman through the door, while Serenity and Gabriella were hot on my heels, with the latter closing the door behind us so that we were all in the main foyer area. I then turned toward my sister just inside, to request the black box from her.

“Just please don’t touch the stone,” Serenity said seriously, obvious concern in her tone.

“Of course,” I replied, taking the chest from her and turning toward Mrs. Watson.

Gabriella’s mom looked between us briefly, before gesturing for us to follow her in the living room. “Come, let’s sit down,” she suggested.

I nodded, with Gabriella taking the lead this time as she followed her mom, my sister and I close behind. Of course, I couldn’t help but focus on the nearest of the two L-shaped leather couches, specifically the one we’d fucked on the previous night, but I quickly averted my gaze when Mrs. Rebecca sat on the other one, knowing I needed to keep my thoughts focused.

Since Mrs. Watson had sat at the inside corner, I sat down adjacent from her, our knees only inches apart, while Serenity plopped down right beside me, and Gabriella sat next to her.

Again, our host looked between me and Serenity a second time, before focusing on the black wooden box. I wasn’t sure why, wondering if she was sensing something.

“So what is this?” she prompted the moment everyone was seated.

“Well, we honestly don’t know exactly,” I explained, beginning to open the lid carefully. “There is a letter inside from my biological father that says it’s a catalyst containing a message for me.” I paused when she nodded, like she knew what I was talking about, only to feel like an idiot when I recalled that Gabriella had told me twice now that she’d mentioned it to her mom. I quickly continued. “However, my classmate’s mother, Michelle, senses something very bad coming from this ‘catalyst thing,’ and we didn’t know who we could ask.”

Mrs. Rebecca nodded again, focusing back down into the chest. “I don’t have a lot of experience with magical items, but I can definitely take a look,” she offered. “Do you mind if I touch it?”

“Oh, of course,” I quickly agreed. “And feel free to read the note too. I just promised Michelle I wouldn’t touch it myself.”

Mrs. Watson nodded again, reaching her delicate hand inside and gently grasping the note first. She then carefully unfolded it, commenting on all the wrinkles. “Seems like maybe someone took out a bit of frustration on this piece of parchment.”

I cleared my throat uncomfortably. “Umm, yeah, I sort of did,” I admitted. “I just got a little upset about what it says about my sister.”

Mrs. Rebecca immediately focused on me again, eyeing me carefully, before glancing at Serenity and holding her gaze for a second too. She then looked back down without another word.

I sincerely had no idea what was on the woman’s mind, seeing Serenity shift her weight in the corner of my eye, but decided not to bring it up right now.

Recalling what was written in the letter, I was surprised that Mrs. Watson didn’t react much to it, seeming to have a perfect poker face as she learned about my origins, learned the role of Serenity as being a gift to me, read about the issue with there being a delay in my living with them, the implications of my father’s power to compel others, the fact that he was allowing me to live as I pleased, and then finally the part about the stone.

Her eyes finally narrowed just slightly, learning how it was a catalyst with a message from my mother, as well as how it was activated, and also that the person in question couldn’t be compelled by him for an unknown reason.

However, once I was sure Mrs. Rebecca had reached the bottom, she remained silent for a long few seconds, only to finally focus up at me, her expression impassive.

“Can you do this? Make another person do what you want?”

Suddenly alarmed, I immediately looked away, unexpectedly feeling ashamed, and extremely nervous about how she was going to react to that. Shit, I hadn’t really thought too much about that aspect prior to her reading, with me only now realizing that single revelation was probably a tiny little nuclear bomb of information that stuck out to her above all else.