Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 34

Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 34 — Tested by a Busty Redhead MILF.

Original: August 27, 2021

Submitted: May 18, 2023 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

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

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– CHAPTER 34: Reconciliation –

When we got back home after my bizarre and extremely upsetting confrontation with Mrs. Watson, even if it was brief, I headed straight up to my room and locked the door, shutting everyone else out as I climbed into my bed and tried to shut my brain off.

Shit, I honestly wasn’t trying to be dramatic, but I was sincerely upset to an extreme I hadn’t been in a long time, and I didn’t even understand why.

And that was the problem.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to think straight until I calmed down some, and had a chance to try to process the situation. Until I had a chance to replay what I just experienced and tried to break it down.

Fuck, I knew I already had a message sitting on my phone, most likely from Mrs. Watson, but I wasn’t even willing to look at it right now.

However, I didn’t get a chance to be by myself like I was hoping, since I had both Gabriella and Serenity at my door, begging for me to talk to them. Not to mention Michelle and Avery were both alarmed, having greeted the door cheerfully, likely with good news that they’d figured things out, only to find me rushing inside in a sour mood.

Fuck.

I felt so dumb and miserable, the two feelings creating a self-feeding downward spiral.

I actually felt even worse now, than I did before.

At first, I didn’t respond to them for a solid minute, but then I realized that I was just making everything worse. Sighing, I finally spoke up, attempting to keep the depression out of my tone.

“I’m fine,” I tried reassuring them. “I just need to be alone for a little bit.”

Serenity and Gabriella were both quiet for a few seconds after that, before one of them walked away without a word. I wasn’t sure what was going on until that person came back a second later, sounding and smelling like my sister, only for a tiny metal sound to clink in my doorknob as it unlocked.

I flipped over in bed to look at my older sister in shock, seeing her slip a key in her pocket, only to not say anything when I met her somber gaze. She shook her head once, as if silently telling me not to say anything, and then walked over to my bed, climbing directly on top of me.

Automatically, I wrapped her in my arms and twisted over to my other side again, pulling her with me and wrapping my leg around hers. Gabriella then stepped into the room as well, closing the door behind her and walking over to climb into my bed too, squishing herself against my back, carefully slipping her hand between me and my sister to rest her fingers on my chest as she pressed her hot lips against the back of my neck.

I shivered from the heated touch, her hot breath on my skin, only to sigh heavily as it felt like the entire world regained its color all at once, even though it was pitch-black in my room, thanks to my thick curtains over the window.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered simply.

“Shh,” Serenity whispered. “You can have your alone time in your head. We just don’t want you to be alone outside of your head.”

I took a shaky breath, feeling like I was going to cry again, prompting them both to tighten their embraces on me. I wanted to thank them, feeling like a tight ball of wire was unwinding in my chest, but decided to instead take another deep breath and focus on their warmth and love.

“I’m so sorry,” Gabriella finally whispered after a long few minutes. “I don’t know what she said to you, but I’m really sorry.”

I simply shook my head, not wanting to talk about it yet, still feeling like I couldn’t process what happened, which caused my fiancé to fall silent again.

Shit, the more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t understand what Mrs. Rebecca was trying to do. And I suspected that primary issue was because I didn’t understand her motivations.

Was she really trying to get me to give my sister up, or was it a test? Did she want me all to herself, or was she trying to see if I had anything in my life that would allow me to resist her? Did she feel like it was unfair that she and her daughter had to share me with other women, or was she intentionally pushing me away for Serenity’s sake?

Had my sister seemed jealous and the mature woman picked up on it?

And what was the whole deal with telling me I’d have to ‘make her’ want me, if I wanted to have her?

Because honestly, that alone felt like a huge risk to take, assuming she didn’t really want that. Like, what if I had made her? It’s not like she could have resisted, no more than Gabriella could resist, so then what was the deal?

Did she want me to claim her as my own? Was that what she was after?

Dammit, it didn’t make any sense.

At the very least, I couldn’t imagine her wanting me to ‘take her’ like that, because I felt like that was a rare kink, and if anything she preferred to be dominant — not dominated. Not that I had any intention on ever being fully submissive, but I did feel like respect was vital to any relationship lasting long-term.

Dammit, I knew there had to be something I was missing. Something I was overlooking that would help me understand.

Probably something ridiculously obvious, that someone else might think I was an idiot for not realizing, but I was so close to this situation, and felt so horrible, that I just couldn’t figure it out.

When my phone vibrated again, Gabriella was the first one with her hand in my pocket, yanking out my phone before I could even protest to see who was messaging me. It was obvious her reflexes were improving, based on the speed of the gesture.

She was then silent for a few seconds as she read it, before sighing heavily.

“Hey, you should read this,” she said simply, holding the phone against Serenity’s side so I could grab it.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to do so, focusing on the first message Mrs. Rebecca had sent me while I was still driving.

‘You don’t get lemon juice from an orange, and you don’t get orange juice from a lemon. When you squeeze, the juice can tell you what kind of fruit it is.’

I stared at it for a long few seconds, knowing it was a continuation of what she was trying to say before when I left, feeling like this made perfect sense, but unsure of how that applied to me. Fuck, I knew once I figured it out, I’d probably feel like an idiot for not grasping her meaning, but I just didn’t get her point.

I focused on the second message.

‘You are an orange, baby boy. Sweet, innocent, and most importantly, GOOD. After finding out what you’re capable of, I think I can trust you now, but I can understand if you find it difficult to trust me. Losing your trust was a sacrifice, but one I was willing to make, if for no other reason than for my daughter’s sake.’

Taking a deep breath, still feeling bitter about how horrible she made me feel, I decided to respond.

‘Why did you mess with me?’

I then turned the phone to my sister when she requested to read it, causing her to frown as she examined it, looking like she wanted to say something, but was choosing not to at the moment.

Mrs. Watson’s next message came soon after.

‘Because I truly am like a drug to men. I knew what I was doing to you when I touched you and asked you to leave. Believe it or not, I’ve made grown men break down and cry, and would have thought no less of you, if you had done the same. You aren’t the first grown man I’ve made feel miserable. My husband cried when I did this to him, even though he is very masculine. But he also left when I told him to, which is why I married him, instead of remaining friends.’

I just stared at her words in disbelief, again not understanding what she was trying to say. I mean, obviously, it was a test at this point. That part was at least clear, but why? Why would she do that to people?

That’s all I could think to ask.

‘Why?’

We were then all silent as we waited for her response, neither of them seeming interested in volunteering their opinions at this point.

It took longer for her to respond, but that was only because the message was longer.

‘A man who can’t leave when I tell him to, is incapable of being a true lover or partner, just like a man strung out on drugs can’t pay his bills, go to work, or even take care of his family, because his sole focus is his current high and next high. I needed to know you were someone who could do what needed to be done, even if it wasn’t what you wanted to do. And…I needed to know you weren’t a monster, as you put it…like most are, who can do what you can. I needed to know there wasn’t a monster lurking inside of you.’

I scoffed, handing over the phone so Serenity could read it, considering I was pretty sure Gabriella saw over my shoulder. I again wasn’t sure what to say to that, but Mrs. Rebecca soon sent me more of an explanation.

‘I have met plenty of sweet young men who became aggressive and demanding when they experienced rejection from me, or when they got upset. Plenty of nice guys who became assholes when they were angry. You are not one of those men. You are good, through and through.’

I sent my next question before I really thought it through, realizing a second after the fact that I probably knew the answer.

‘But why now?’

Still, I waited patiently for her response.

‘Because there was less risk before. Or rather, I wasn’t aware of the risk that already existed. Yelling or even hitting because you’re pissed, or feel rejected, significantly pales in comparison to being able to straight-up control another person… I would say more, but I will leave my explanation at that, since I don’t like discussing these kinds of things over the phone, in any form.’

I took a deep breath, already knowing what I wanted to say, suspecting that her finding out what I could do probably affected her more than she let on. And I also suspected that confronting me, like how she did, might have made her a bit more scared than she revealed.