Innocent Devil’s Harem Taboo Ch. 02 by KaizerWolf..,

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

– CHAPTER 2 –

After a few long minutes, Gabriella finally stepped down off the last step and began slowly walking in my direction, toward the couch. I was facing away from her, but I knew she could see that I was sitting up.

She carefully walked around the corner and then stopped when she saw that my face was completely hidden against my knees. Suddenly, I wondered if any of my white hair was showing out of the blanket.

Was that the real reason she stopped so abruptly?

Her heart was still racing as she tried to speak. “I…” She immediately stopped as her pulse burst into an even faster gallop, finding herself unable to talk.

Sighing heavily, I lifted my head up to look at her. She immediately turned her head away, clutching her hand in front of her chest. Of course, the first thing I did was confirm that she was wearing silky pajamas — dark purple ones, that highlighted her damp red hair and green eyes. Of all the things that Gabriella could have picked, she chose those, never mind the fact that my sister must have gotten them only recently.

Seeing her in them, and thinking about my sister in them, had my face turning red, even as the skin on my torso turned dark gray. I immediately slammed my forehead back down on my knees before my face became darker, prompting Gabriella to gasp in surprise.

“Are you okay?” she asked urgently, her concern breaking through her nervousness briefly.

I grunted in response, but didn’t say anything. The gray had creeped up my neck and was climbing my jawline now. I had to get a grip!

Taking advantage of the opportunity of her slowed pulse, Gabriella finally managed to say what was on her mind. “I just wanted to thank you. I didn’t get a chance earlier…” Her voice trailed off.

‘Just play dumb. Just play dumb.’

“You’re welcome.”

‘Dammit, you idiot! You fucking idiot!’

I sighed heavily, annoyed at myself now. So much for that plan. But then again, would she have really believed me if I denied it at this point? Honestly, I should have just left after stabbing the serial killer, although I knew that I wouldn’t have actually done things differently if given a second chance.

It was quiet for a few minutes, both of us silent, prompting me to slowly lift my head again to see what she was doing. She had been watching me intently, but looked away the moment I made eye contact, her face flushed.

“Is that all?” I wondered, confused why she hadn’t left yet. I couldn’t imagine what else she’d want.

Still looking away, she cleared her throat. “Can…” She hesitated. “Can I sit down?”

I was briefly both glad and annoyed by the fact that the couch was the only seating available in the living room. Technically, she could sit on the low coffee table a couple of feet away, but I would never ask her to do that. Granted, I might have considered it myself, were it not for the fact that I was literally trapped by my slowly transforming body, afraid to move for fear that it might scare her if she saw.

My sister and I had a flat screen TV in the corner of the room, but it was at an odd angle from the couch, since neither of us watched it with any frequency. Instead, the furniture faced a decorated stone fireplace set into the wall, which we actually used occasionally in the winter. It was more for nostalgia though, rather than practicality, since it wasn’t great at heating upstairs on really cold nights.

However, I sincerely enjoyed the nights when we’d light it up and sit on the couch together with hot chocolate. It would definitely be considered romantic, by anyone’s standard, were it not for the fact that she was my older sister.

I also enjoyed the excuse to chop firewood. It gave me something kind of fun to do, even though I was aware I only liked it because it wasn’t a daily chore.

Sighing again, I nodded in response to Gabriella’s question, and she slowly plopped down at the other end of the couch, leaving an empty spot between us. She then brought her knees up to her chest and mimicked my sitting position, resting her chin on her knees. The silky purple bottoms fit her well, but the silk top wasn’t as great of a fit.

Gabriella was just as thin as my sister, but her chest was significantly larger, threatening to reveal skin between the buttons in the front. I was glad she was unintentionally hiding it with her legs. I also began to wonder if they had stopped at her apartment after all, since she was wearing a bra now. She may have just forgotten pajamas due to being in a hurry. If she was anything like my sister, then underwear and a fresh shirt would have been her top priority.

Gabriella remained silent for a few seconds, allowing her heart to calm down, before speaking again. “Are you mad at me?” she wondered.

I glanced at her, seeing that she was looking away, thereby forcing me to respond verbally. I sighed and averted my gaze too. “No.”

“Oh,” she replied, tightening her embrace on her knees. “I wondered if that was why your hair is white right now…”

Dammit!

I quickly reached up and pulled the blanket further over my forehead, trying to cover it up, only to notice that my fingernails were black now too. Sighing, I realized that my being coy was futile at this point, especially since I was failing so miserably at it. I just needed to accept that we’d already crossed the line.

She knew my secret and there was no hiding it.

“Well, strong emotions do force it to happen,” I admitted quietly. “So anger could be one reason.”

She hesitated before responding, her heart rate picking up again. When she finally spoke, it was barely a whisper. “Am I the reason your hair is white right now?”

Not wanting to give a direct answer, I quickly changed the subject. “You didn’t say anything to my sister, right?”

“No, of course not,” she reassured me. “You asked me not to.”

Taking a deep breath, I realized that might mean she hadn’t figured it out recently. “So, you recognized me earlier, didn’t you?”

I saw her tighten her grip on her knees again from the corner of my eye. “I didn’t realize it was you until the light from my phone let me get a better look at your face.” She then paused, briefly glancing at me, before looking away. “I admit, I was surprised to realize Serenity’s little brother saved me.”

I immediately didn’t like that she included the word ‘little,’ scoffing in response. “I’m only two years younger than you,” I retorted. “And technically an adult.”

Her eyes widened in surprise from my sudden annoyance. “Oh…” She gave me an apologetic look. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Sorry,” I replied sincerely, already regretting my tone. “I don’t know why that bothered me. You’ve been through enough without me making you feel bad.”

She shook her head, speaking in a whisper. “No, I’m sorry.”

I tried to keep my voice gentle. “Why are you sorry?” I wondered, confused by her apology.

“Well…” She hesitated, seeming uncertain. “I mean, even your sister doesn’t know, right? Does anyone know?”