Little Red (3 page)

Finally reaching the door, I pulled the
latch and opened it wide only to find that two strange men were
standing on the doorstep. Both men were tall and massively built
and I wondered if they were woodsmen like Grant. Smiling at the
surprise on their faces, I hastily said good day and waited for
their reply.

They shared glances and then turned
their eyes on me, which started the warning bells in my head to
start ringing. I didn’t know what they wanted, but I was beginning
to feel extremely nervous. I waited for their explanation, but they
remained silent in their perusal of me. Finally not being able to
bear their silence a moment longer, I again said good day and
followed by asking if they were looking for my
grandmother.

Once again, they looked at each other,
and then as if by some silent signal, the taller of the two men
finally spoke.

“
Yes, I’m looking for
Grandmother Rose. My name is Lucian and this is my brother Lars,”
he said, as he tipped his head to the man standing near
him.

Looking closely at the two men, I could
see the family resemblance. I smiled and tipped my head.

Lucian spoke again, “Is your
grandmother home?”

“
No,” I replied without
thinking.

Seeing the pair exchange silent looks
again, and then suddenly return their gaze to me, made me realize
my foolish mistake.

“
Grandma Rose is visiting
her sister this weekend. I’m staying here with the Woodsman Grant
while she’s gone,” I hastily added.

Hearing footfalls and the sound of
whistling in the woods approaching the house, I felt a measure of
relief that Grant was finally returning. Apparently, the two men on
the doorstep heard him also as they turned their heads to the
sound. Turning back abruptly to me, Lucian grabbed me quickly and
began sniffing my hair and clothes. Frightened by his actions, I
made to scream out to Grant but he quickly covered my mouth with
his hand. Lars drew nearer and dropped to his knees and lifting the
housedress, began to sniff his way up my legs.

Horrified at what he was doing and
knowing that he would soon see my bare body beneath the clothes, I
began to kick out in terror. Quickly grasping my two legs, Lars
spread them over his shoulders and pressed his face deep between my
legs. His hot breath bathed the soft tissue and then he took a deep
inhale. A moment passed, and suddenly I felt a long thick tongue
probe the softness between the lips of my womanhood. Two quick, but
thorough licks, and then he suddenly plunged his tongue deep into
my channel, spreading it wide and tasting its offering.

Screaming behind the tight grip on my
mouth, I tried to thrust away from the man’s intrusion appalled by
the sensations I was starting to feel. I began to wonder what was
going to happen, when suddenly he moved away and exchanged an odd
glance with his brother.

Lucian acknowledged his brother’s
silent message and indicated by a thrust of his head for him to
return to the woods. Lowering his head, he whispered into my
ear.

“
We’re looking for our
brother, Latham. He calls himself BBW, the Big Bad Werewolf. We
know that you’ve been with him; his scent is still on and deep
within you. I don’t have time to ask just how you know him, but
we’ll be back. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head in reply, anything to
get him to let me go. Moving his hand from my waist, I felt it dip
to the hem of the housedress I was wearing. He began to run his
fingers through my womanhood and after dipping his fingers inside
me, he brought them to his mouth to taste.

“
Yeah, you’ve seen him. He’s
had you too by the taste of you. I wouldn’t mind spending some time
with you myself, maybe I’ll bring my brother along so we can keep
it all in the family,” he replied tauntingly.

Releasing his hold, he dropped me to
the floor and ran to the dark forest, almost too fast for my eyes
to follow. Coming to my senses, I realized that Grant must be
coming from the opposite side of the clearing and ran towards his
direction. I didn’t know if I was running from the two brothers
that had just appeared on the doorstep or running from myself. My
body was humming obscenely from the pleasure of having the two men
touch me, I only hoped that Grant could put out the fire that they
had started. With that thought, I fled to the woods, pondering when
the brothers would be back.

The End

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About the Author

I was born in Hull, England.
I’ve been writing for some years now mainly for the pleasure of it
all but with the advent of self-publishing I’ve entered a whole new
world. I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoyed writing
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