Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 32

Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 32 — Sister and Girlfriend talk about Sharing him.

Original: April 29, 2021

Submitted: May 4, 2023 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

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

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– CHAPTER 32: Desire –

It took all of ten seconds of passionately kissing Michelle, before her cheating husband recovered from the shock of the sounds we were making and spoke up from the other side of the door. Unsurprisingly, at first he couldn’t believe what he was hearing and said that plainly, only to tell us to stop.

And when that didn’t work, he became more aggressive, pounding on the door.

“Stop!” he nearly shrieked. “Stop before I kick down this door! What in the hell do you think you’re doing, Michelle?! Is that boy even legal?! Are you seriously screwing with a kid?!”

Michelle finally pulled away, his words snapping her out of our lustful exchange.

“Like you’re one to talk!” she yelled, her light gray face growing a little darker as her face flushed in anger, her dark gray freckles becoming a little less noticeable. “And how old is your little twit? Nineteen?! She can’t even drink yet!”

“She’s almost twenty!” he roared back, as if he was somehow countering her point.

“And you’re more than twice her age!” she retorted aggressively, only for her tone to become more flat, even if it was still firm. “Now, I’ve actually never kissed this young man until just now. But you’ve pushed me to do it! You made me decide to give you a dose of your own medicine, and he’s the closest thing available!”

Ouch. That stung a little.

Michelle immediately gave me an apologetic look, realizing what it sounded like she was saying. However, when her husband began stuttering as he tried to respond, she focused on the door again, her thin white eyebrows knitted together, the ring of white light in her azure and midnight eyes looking extra bright around her pupil.

“Now, you have one of two options. Either you leave, and I don’t call the police. Or you stay, and I’ll make you listen to me fuck this young man while the police are on their way!”

“The hell, Michelle?! You can’t be serious!”

“Don’t tempt me, bastard,” she hissed. “I’d like nothing more than to make you listen to a nice young man fuck me like you never could!”

“You’ll fuck him anyway if I leave!” he retorted.

“Actually, no, I won’t,” she said seriously. “I’m not in the mood at all,” she lied. “But I am very interested in making you feel like shit.”

Silence.

He was completely silent.

Honestly, I couldn’t imagine him leaving on his own, and started wondering how we might get out of this situation without it becoming a physical altercation. Or without actually getting the police involved, neither of which were ideal situations. Certainly, I could just manhandle the guy, but again that would mean it became a physical altercation.

Mr. Copeland cleared his throat. “Fine!” he snapped. “I’ll be sitting in my car on the curb down the street! Then we’ll see who is making up shit!”

“You go right ahead,” she hissed back. “We’ll be leaving in a couple of minutes either way. Now get the hell out. And if you follow us, I swear I’ll get a restraining order on you! The last thing I need is you harassing this boy’s sweet family that has been helping take care of us while you’ve been off fucking a barely legal girl!”

“Fucking bitch!” he yelled, surprising me when he stomped away and down the stairs.

Wow, was he really leaving?

I supposed he had no reason to believe she was lying about making him listen to her have sex with me, if for no other reason than revenge, and he’d be foolish to tempt her by hanging around longer. Not to mention, he also probably realized he sincerely had no right to be in this house and could really get arrested if she called the police on him.

That was assuming the house was only in her name, but I suspected it was, after our conversation about the prenup and the way she spoke about this place.

Sighing, I decided to let Michelle go, knowing I’d really overstepped some major boundaries here. I’d been almost in a daze just a minute ago, thanks to the messages I’d received from Mrs. Rebecca, but now I was feeling more sober about the situation, realizing things could really get out of hand if this guy tried to show up at my home.

I mean, how far would I have to go to keep him away? Because killing Avery’s dad wasn’t exactly an option, nor should I even really be thinking in those kinds of terms, and he might actually get me arrested if I beat the shit out of him.

However, even as I released my grip on Michelle, I was surprised when she continued to hold on tightly.

“I’m so sorry, dear,” she whispered, her star-eclipsed eyes looking ashamed. “I didn’t mean anything offensive by what I said.”

I shook my head. “You’re fine,” I replied gently. “But then, are we really going to leave in a couple of minutes, or are you wanting to do more stuff?” I paused. “Because I’d be more than happy to climb into bed with you,” I added.

Of course, I knew we’d have to probably try to avoid actual orgasms, like I’d done with Serenity, but I was open to burning with passion up until that point.

Michelle grimaced. “I…I don’t know, dear. There’s my daughter to consider, and…” Her voice trailed off.

Knowing my hormones were beginning to speak, I cleared my throat.

“Umm, it’s actually her fantasy,” I blurted out, prompting the woman to look up at me in shock and confusion. I quickly elaborated. “Her deepest fantasy is having her mom sort of ‘borrow her man’ and show him how things are done in the bedroom, or something like that. I promise you I’m not making that up,” I added.

She stared at me in disbelief, her star-eclipsed eyes mesmerizing, before sighing heavily. “I…I would need to speak with her first,” she said quietly, obviously reluctant to hurt my feelings.

“That’s okay,” I agreed adamantly, shocked we were even having this discussion. It made me more bold, causing me to wrap my arms around her again. “But please, really do talk to her. Because I want you, Michelle, and I feel confident Avery would be okay with that too. As well as Gabriella and Serenity. In fact, Gabriella actually spoke with Avery about it, because my fiancé wants to share me with you too.”

“Oh honey,” she whispered, averting her gaze. “I…I think I want this,” she admitted. “And I want to try working this out with you. But please let me talk to Avery first. My relationship with her is very important to me.”

“Definitely,” I agreed, suspecting I was being too intense now. I decided to let go again and take a step back, unsurprised when she allowed me to put some distance between us. “Really, that’s fine. And thank you,” I added.

“Thank you?” she said in surprise, focusing on me, her eyes slowly shifting back to their normal blue, even as her face and hair also transitioned to their usual colors. “For what?”

I shrugged, really wanting to reach out and stroke my fingers through her gorgeous blonde hair, but holding myself back. “For wanting me, I guess.”

“Oh honey, how could I not want you?” she asked seriously. “You’re perfect. You’re kind and sweet and considerate. And also handsome and strong, and you stick up for those you love. You’re also responsible and helpful, and you have your head on straight. And then there’s the fact you worked so hard to save my life. So really, there’s nothing to hate, dear.”

I grinned at that.

Not that I was necessarily concerned that her willingness came from a passive influence I was having on her, having stopped caring about it at this point, but her listing off objective reasons why she liked me was kind of reassuring. Because it meant she did at least have some natural incentive to be interested in me, beyond the fact that I was half-incubus and capable of making women sincerely want me.

And for all I knew, maybe she had her own fantasies too — the type of fantasy that I could fulfill.

She only had the one daughter, so maybe thoughts about having sex with a son were the kind of dreams that woke her up in the middle of the night, feeling hot and heavy at the taboo concept.

I continued. “Oh, and I know we haven’t known each other for long, but was it okay that I said, ‘I love you,’ just now?” I asked seriously. “Because I really feel that way, and I actually love that you’re basically twice my age.”

Instantly, her entire body shifted, looking embarrassed as hell.

I laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said playfully, enjoying it when she looked like she was in physical pain, she was so mortified at the mention of the age difference. But I could tell from her scent that that was part of what aroused her. I then took a deep breath, knowing I probably shouldn’t tease her any further. “But anyway, I guess I’ll go downstairs and try to cool off, and then I’ll wait for you in the car, so your husband doesn’t freak out and think we’re doing stuff.”

“T-Thank you, h-honey,” Michelle stammered, unable to meet my gaze. “I’ll be down in just a few minutes. Just need to pack a bag and then grab some of Avery’s clothes too.”

“Sure,” I agreed, deciding to leave it at that. Because I kind of wanted to ask her to bring something sexy back with her, but decided that might be going too far.

Besides, I was also perfectly fine with naked.

Especially since I was confident Michelle was physically phenomenal without clothing. Really, all my women were, though I also certainly didn’t mind having their bodies covered in something shiny, whether that be silk, leather, latex, vinyl, or anything similar.

Either way, I knew that I was going to have to take things slow with everyone at this point, since there was going to be a risk from having sex with me until I could learn how to sense the type of energy I absorbed. Or at least until Gabriella could learn to sense it.