The Devlin Family: Incubus Blues

Author's Note: This is the second book in The Devlin Family series. Be sure to read

The Devlin Family

and

The Devlin Family: Epilogue

before you read this continuation. As with all of my writing please check the tags before you continue. If the tags don't interest you please just skip this story. For those who continue on, I hope you enjoy.

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Needless to say the family is surprised by Vespera's torpor but I assure them all was well. I could feel it. She needed time to adjust and adapt. She needed to rest. As powerful as she was being ripped permanently from one reality and rooted into another was no small feat. With Ves resting in the attic the normal Devlin day to day life quickly returned to normal. And after a few days of much needed recovery I am feeling better than ever.

Walking through the house one day I spot my little brother Lucian sitting by himself in the library. He is curled up into the corner of one of the big leather chairs joylessly flipping through one of the old tomes one page at a time. Wearing only reading glasses, an oversize mint green t shirt with yellow panties and socks, his bare legs tucked up close, he is ridiculously adorable and sexy as hell, as usual. Of course chilling at home he is in his natural form as a half incubus. Pink hair, emerald eyes, small horns, and his short inch wide tail slowly waving back and forth. Not quite guy, not quite girl, curves and breast but with hints of muscles and masculine angles here and there. But, like our mother, it is the imperceptible things that really put him on another level. He oozed with sexual confidence and he KNEW how fucking good he looked.

Right now however he just looked sad. His moods shift wildly at the best of times yet, after the initial elation of Vespera's arrival, he had been in something of a steady funk since last week.

I am glad to have found him like this as I had actually sought him out today with a purpose in mind. I had talked mom about it and discovered that Lucian's loss of control with me last week was a problem. It had been a huge setback in his preparation for independence. If he could not contain his demonic powers, if he wasn't a "good boy" as my mother put it, he would not be able to go out to lead the life he wanted to live. She told me that a demon, even a half demon, known to be on Earth free of the bonds of a contract was bound to draw the attention of angels, demon hunters, or worse. For his own safety Lucian needed to master himself.

And beyond mere safety the boy had ambitions. Lucian was really smart, clearly his father's son in that respect, and where his sister Trixie hovered around the bottom of the graduating class grade wise he was at the very top. He wanted nothing to do with the family business and thanks to his interest in football he had big dreams of becoming a medical doctor with a specialization in Sports Medicine. He was not going to be satisfied living here in the safety of the manor forever. He dreamed of a normal life and to achieve it he had to resist the temptations of his heritage, or at least learn direct them in controlled ways, and with Ves asleep I had taken it upon myself to use this time to help him.

"Hey, there you are. Why so glum?" I ask as I walk up and set the small flat box I carried on a side table. I squeeze in beside him on the wide chair, he happily makes way for me. Patting his smooth bare knee I ask. "What's up sweetie?"

Setting his book to the side he leans into me, resting his head on my shoulder. One of his small horns pokes into me but not enough to complain about it. "Hahhhh." He sighs. "I think Mum's disappointed in me. For what happened with you last week. For being bad. I really messed up."

"Hey, no way!" I assure him. "She understands better than anyone. From what I understand the sin of forbidden lust is one of the most powerful things you can experience." He nods but says nothing. "I don't think either of us were ready for what happened last week." I chuckle and give him a squeeze, feeling that one of a kind combination of soft and firm in his body. Had my eyes been closed I wouldn't have been able to tell if it was a man or a woman beside me. "Trust me she is not disappointed in you. In fact she is pretty damn proud of you standing up for me like you did." I slide my hand from his knee to take his delicate hand. "And so am I. Thank you Lucian, I'll never forget that."

Despite himself he smiles and blushes a little.

"I think there's something else bothering you though." I say. "You haven't been your usual bratty self lately."

"I'm not a brat."

"Yes you are."

His emerald eyes roll in the brattiest way. "Says you."

"Come on. What's up? Is it Ves? Does having a new sister bother you?"

"No, no. Nothing like that. I love Ves." He says. "It's just...things have been weird at school since...ya know."

"Since Bron and I beat up those guys?"

"Yeah." He sidles up even closer to me, hugging to my arm snugly. "Everyone is acting differently around me now. And...I do miss the fun we had. A couple of those guys could really fuck."

"They treated you like garbage."

"I know, and I won't let that happen again. But...hmmm...I'm glad I'm graduating soon. I can't wait. If I can even leave after that outburst with you. I need to work harder to control that. You have no idea how hard it is Jacob."

"I know sweetie." I kiss his head, his pleasant natural perfume lighting up my senses. "So you're still set on Harvard?"

"Pffft!" He puffs with the impudent sarcasm that only an 18 year old truly can. "Yeah, I guess."

I try to hide my smile at his disdain for getting into one of the most prestigious schools in the world. Yet I cannot help but to sympathize. The Devlin's were old money, American aristocracy, and the weight and expectation that came along with the name could feel smothering at times. For a Devlin so gifted academically one of the Ivy League schools was the natural destination. If I had half the brains of Lucian I would be there right now myself.

"You really had your heart set on Ohio State huh." Heaven knows why but my younger brother was a rabid Buckeyes fan. At first I thought it was simply to get under Bron's skin, who was a Michigan fan, and it might have started out that way but through his teens it had bloomed into a full fledged passion. Needless to say it was an interesting day around the house when the Bucks and Wolverines played each other.

"Yeah." He sighs and his slender shoulders slump in defeat. "It has a fine program too. But not as good as Harvard's obviously. Dad says Ohio is a redneck school. Dad says that I'm better than that. And Cambridge is so much closer to home. Yeah, it's Harvard. I guess Dad's already got me lined up for some secret society or something. Everything is set. I'm going to get the finest education money can buy."

"They say an education is what you make of it. It's not Dad's decision, it's yours. It's not Dad's life, it's yours." I say. "You should at least go check OSU out before making the decision final."

"Check it out? Don't be ridiculous. When am I going to do that?"

"Well..." I smile. "...how about now?"

He looks up at me. "Now? What do you mean now? I can't just..."

"Why not? You never miss any school. Skip tomorrow and then it's the weekend. We can make a whole weekend of it. If we leave right now we can be there late tonight, we can check out the campus tomorrow then look around Columbus on Saturday, and back on Sunday. With your grades one day off won't hurt."

"We?"

"Yeah, I mean if you don't mind the company. I thought it might be fun. Just you and me away from the rest." I shift in the seat and invite him up onto my lap. "Come here."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." He looks at me suspiciously. "Don't tease me Jacob. I'm not a baby."

"I'm not teasing you, and you will always be my baby brother." I insist. Motioning to the little box I'd brought in with me I say. "Come on, I got something for you. Come here Lucian."

He hesitates a second but eventually moves up to sit on my lap. Sitting like this he is taller than me but not by much and only weighs as much as a small woman, he wraps his hands around my neck and without even thinking about it begins playing with my hair at the back. Once he is good and comfortable I make him an offer that he can't refuse.

***

With Trixie I had played with family boundaries and with Vespera I had shattered them. After some soul searching I had come to the inevitable conclusion that taboos would be falling in the coming days and weeks. Among the Devlin brood, sons and daughters of a lust demon that we were, normality was never going to be an option. I wanted them and I knew they wanted me. I knew right away that Lucian would be the first after my twin. Not only did he need me in a way the others didn't but perversity ran through his veins as surely as blood. There would be no judgment or guilt here, sexual sin came as natural to him as breathing. But I would ensure this would be sin with a purpose.

When I confided what I was planning with Trixie she was understandably disappointed not to be involved but gave me her whole hearted blessing...with the condition that I bring her gift with me on the trip.

Rubbing one hand across his back and the other slowly up his silky smooth hairless thigh I ask. "May I touch you?"

"Always." He replies instantly. "But..."

"Shhh." I motion to the box. "Open it."

His breath catches as my hand glides from the top of his leg down to his inner thigh...and then up under his long mint green shirt that he is wearing as a nightie. His flawless skin is soft beyond belief and the flesh warm and supple. My hand stops just short of his panties, my fingers but a fraction of an inch away from his balls.

"You don't want it?" I ask.

"Huh?" He gasps with wide eyed surprised and a warm blush colors his fines cheeks.

"Come on sweetie, open it up."

"You're teasing me!" He says even as his legs part a couple of inches. "Don't be cruel Jacob."

"I told you that I'm not teasing. Open it." I give him a brotherly smile. "Please?"

Not wanting to argue with the promise of sin in the air he nods and leans forward to take the box from the table. When he sits back up I wrap the hand at his back all the way around his slender frame to grope his far breast through the cotton shirt. Small, firm, and a wonderfully perky shape he had a damn fine rack on him, one most women would kill for. Yet beneath that the subtle contours of a man's pec, concealed by his soft bits my brother actually had a fine lithe physique.

"Oh! Jacob!" He melts into me, leaning his weight into my chest. "Your hands feel so good on my body!"

"Your body feels good in my hands. Mmm, you smell good too." With that I bring my other hand to grasp what I already knew would be a hard erection, I was not wrong. His pecker could cut glass it was so hard. With a firm squeeze I say again. "Open it."

"Ohhhh!" He sighs. Pulling off the lid he looks down at the narrow leather band in a loop with a clasp on one side and a platinum ring on the other. A design of silver Celtic knots ran around the interior length of it.

Flattening my hand I begin to stroke him in long petting strokes through his thin tight panties. His manhood was as petite as the rest of him. His cock somewhere between four and five slender inches and with a tight little ballsack to match.

"Ohhhhhmmm!" He moans softly.

"Shhh, we don't want the others hearing." I whisper. With the door still wide open all it would take is someone wandering by for us to be caught. With his back to the door it would just look like the pair of us were cuddling but his sounds would give it away if he didn't keep them down. "Do you know what it is?"

"It's a collar." He nuzzles into my neck and suckles it softly. "Mmmm. You want to collar me? Mmmm."

"That's right." I say. Sliding my hand up his tummy I tuck it into his panties to start stroking him skin to skin, his dainty cock easily encompassed within my hand. "Mom told me how hard it is for you, not being in a harem or having a human to belong to or beguile. Listen, I know I am no football team but...I was thinking...just until you find that special someone or those special someones...maybe you wouldn't mind being my boy?"

He pulls back to look me in the eye. His incredulity overwhelming even his lust. "Jacob? You...can't mean that! Father..."

"Doesn't need to know." I complete his sentence for him. "It will be a totally open arrangement of course. I thought maybe it might help and we can have a bit fun too."

"Jacob!" Emotions well up in him and tears begin to gather at the corner of his eyes. "Oh Jacob..."

"Hold on." I stop him there. "I am going to need two things from you before I collar you."

"What? Anything!"

"Calm down sweetie, just listen." I say. "I need you to show me that you can control yourself. If I understand correctly, due to the taboo of incest and the fact that I am pure human, that I am about the most tempting thing in the world for you. Is that right?"

He nods emphatically as a high mewl escapes his pink lips. "Mmmaaah!"

"Good. If you can be a good boy all weekend long, when it's just you and me together by ourselves, then I think we can safely say you can handle yourself out there in the real world. So that's the first condition. If you can be good and not tap into your demon powers all weekend long, no matter how strong the desire gets, then maybe you can be my boy." My stroking gets quicker. "Don't worry, we'll still have plenty of fun. Boys will be boys and bros will be bros after all."

"I'll be a good boy!" He huffs in a whispered voice. "I'll be so good for you Jacob."

"I know you will." I kiss him. "I believe in you Lucian."

"Hohhhmmm!" He struggles to not sing out his bliss. Holding the box in one hand he grips my forearm with the other, rhythmically gripping it in time with my strokes. He breath quickens as he rests his weight against me, his hot breath tickles the hairs on the side of my neck. His hips start to rock with the motion and I feel a little dab of slippery precum wet my fingers. "Ohhhh Jacob."

"Can you feel my lust?"

"Yes! Ohhh yessss!"

"Good."

"Mmmmm!" I feel his tail moving, trying to make its way toward his back door like I had seen him do that one time. The way he is arching his back he is trying to find an angle to slip it in.

"No Lucian." I tell him with a pinch to his small stiff nip. "Not unless I say so."

"Yes...Jacob...mmmm!" His tail returns to laying along the side of my leg. He sits like this a time, just letting me make him feel good before finally asking. "What...what's the second condition?"

A wide grin grows across my face. "This one is easy."

"Name it! Please."

"First, look me in the eyes Lucian." My grip gets a bit tighter, my hand strokes a bit faster. I bring my other hand down then dart it back up under his shirt to fondle his perfect little tit and pinch the nipple directly. "Don't look away."

"Ohhhh!" His emerald gaze pans up to stare me directly in the eyes. I could feel subtle tugs at my mind and libido as he concentrates on holding back his powers. Even without powers it is an act of will not to ravish him here and now, by Heaven and Hell he was a beautiful man! And at 18 years old he is just barely coming into his prime, in a couple of years he would be on another level still. In a hushed moan he says. "Ohhhh Jacob! I feeeeel it. Your lust is soooo good! Ohhhhhh!"

"You are doing so good sweetie." I praise his control. "So good."

"Tell me...tell me what I have to do!" He begs. "Ohhhhhmmmm! I want to be your boy Jacob!"

"All you have to do...is cum for me." I say, peering deep into his demonic eyes. His cute face flinching and twisting through his pleasure but never once looking away. "That's it. Cum for me Lucian. Show big brother how good you can cum."

"Ohhhhhhh Jacob!" His soft lilting voice, kept low to stay quiet, raises in pitch in a whispered song of orgasmic rapture. He bites his lips and lets out a long warbling hum, his green eyes dancing with barely contained energies and his petite peen and nuts throbbing in my hand as he came at my command. I knew what he was feeling was far more than a simple climax as he was also feeding off of me right now, there was something powerful and oh so satisfying for Incubus in the lustful gaze of a human. With a leer of open desire I give him all the lust I had to give. His bliss is exquisite. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I slow my strokes to milk him with strong slow all around squeezes up his shaft and over his knob. His hot cum gets all over my hand and I loved the slick warm gooey feel of it against my skin. "Hahhhhhh!"

"Good boy!" I say. "Oh my goodness you sexy thing. You're cumming so good for me. You look so fucking hot when you cum, oh my God."

"Hnngh! Hnngh!" He trembles and struggles to maintain eye contact as I rub the seed from him through one heck of an orgasm, but to his credit his gaze never wavers and before long I feel his body relax and his hard pulsing dick slow. One last big shudder runs through him and he is left panting. "Oh my...wow. I never thought you would...ohhhhhh wow."

"Atta boy. You did so good!" I kiss him again, long and deep, and he returns it with equal passion. Our lips smack as they part. "All done?"

He nods, still looking at me with disbelief at what I had just done. He looks down to my crotch and licks his lips. "Let me..."

With a teasing grin I shake my head. "No. There will be time for that later. You need to go get cleaned up and ready to go."

"Go?"

"To Ohio of course."

He looks down at the shape of my hand under his shirt on his titty then back up to me with the biggest happiest smile I'd ever seen on him. After one last loving squeeze of his cute peen I pull my hand from his panties and wipe it off on the inside of his shirt. "You're serious. You're actually serious." He says. "We're going right now?"

"Right now. I'm already packed." I say. "Trix will tell the others when we're safely on the road. We'll take your car if that's okay, I'm not sure about the charging stations between here and there."

"Yeah. Sure." He takes a deep breath. "Whoo!" He looks back down at the box still gripped in his hand. "I want you to put it on me, when it's time. That's how it has to be done."

"Of course. When it's time. It won't be easy though, I am going to test you."

"I understand. Thank you Jacob. I hope...I'm strong enough."

"You'll do fine. I look forward to putting it on you."

"And...I can do anything...as long I don't use my powers? As long as I'm good?"

"That's right. I'm not after a slave here, I just want to help you with your discipline and help you through this time of your life. I still want you to be yourself. You may become my boy but you are still your own man."

He suddenly lifts his shirt where I had wiped my hand and smears his jizz right across my face. "HA! You'll regret that decision." With that he bolts from my lap, slipping from my arms before I can get a hold of him. Given the achingly stiff tent in my pants I wasn't about to go running after him either.

"You little son of a..."

"Hey! Careful what you call Mum!" He calls back over his shoulder as he prances and laughs his way out of the room. "Give me 10 minutes!"

I wipe my face of Lucian's still warm sweet smelling seed and wonder if he might be right that I would live to regret this. A demon I could possibly handle, but an insolent brat might just be my undoing!

***

After a quick face scrub, a stop at my room to grab my bag, and a brief visit to kiss my dormant twin goodbye I am waiting in the garage for Lucian looking over the vehicle we'd be taking for the trip.

Only a year old Lucian's crimson red Porsche Cayenne is about the nicest damn SUV money could buy. Classic luxury German performance and styling combined with a spacious cabin, this was no boxy soccer mom vehicle. It was a lot of car for a young single man but it was the one Lucian wanted and so he got it...somehow. Part of the reason I had wanted to take it is simply to get a chance to drive it.