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  Bree's Sister: Cuff the Wolves A BBW Supernatural Adult Romance

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  Bree's Sister: Cuff the Wolves

  A BBW Supernatural Adult Romance

  Skye Eagleday

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  Copyright 2013 Skye Eagleday

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  Bree's Sister: Cuff the Wolves

  Skye Eagleday

  Bree

  I sipped my caramel mocha and listened to my sister sputter on. The caramel mocha was really good. Conversation with my sister varied in quality?unfortunately it rarely varied in quantity. Delia reminded me of the old joke?when it comes to conversation, there are two types of people: those who can talk on any subject?and those who don't need a subject. I nodded to pretend I was listening and cheerfully dipped a chocolate-almond biscotti into my cup. Perfection.

  “I mean, really,” Delia concluded, or more likely, she was having to take a breath, “you honestly expect me to believe your new boyfriend is a werewolf? Werewolf, my ass. It sounds like you've used your chemistry degree to start your own meth lab and you're sampling your product.”

  I put my biscotti down and looked her in the eye. “Look at me, sister dearest. We both wear size 22. Do I really look like I'm doing crystal meth on the side?” I picked my biscotti back up and punctuated my response with a satisfying crunch. “And as a matter of fact, Mikah is someone who goes furry once a month.”

  Delia

  I will admit I was unhappy?my low-cal drink tasted like shit and what I really wanted was what Bree was having. I had been on my current diet for six days and had lost a total of one pound. Bree did whatever she wanted and remained the same size. I constantly struggled with my weight, just as our mom did, and I remained the same size. What the hell was I doing wrong? And I will admit I was jealous of Bree's new boyfriend. He looked like a fitness model and apparently his only shortcoming was the fact he was a mythological creature like a unicorn. I'll admit she had sent me pictures of them together on Facebook. That meant she really was seeing him, or she had gotten even better at Photoshop.

  “So, where did you meet him?a Zoo? A Fantasy and Science-Fiction Convention? Oh?I know?he's a graduate student from Transylvania.” I couldn't resist and grabbed the other biscotti on her plate and bit into it. Heaven.

  Bree

  “As a matter of fact, his family is originally from Germany, but they've been here since the American Revolution?not as long as our family (our grandmother is from the Gila River Reservation in Arizona), but pretty much established for such late-comers. And he's a software developer. We met during the full moon when he and his Pack were doing a Run on the Hoh Indian reservation.” She chewed on the biscotti she had stolen from me and her eyes told me the only thing she was paying attention to was the flavor of the almonds and chocolate.

  We really had met when Mikah's pack was doing their monthly event?I've learned to think about it as the cultural equivalent of folk-dancing. I thought I was completely alone, and had been testing out my new vibrator (which I would highly recommend). Wolves can smell something more than a mile away, and apparently my pussy packed a lot of power. I mean it smelled fresh and inviting enough where I first heard a few howls and then found five wolves in front of my tent. Mikah was the one who put his head on my lap and then rolled over and shifted back to his human form. He provided what we call in science, “empirical evidence” of lycanthrophy. He's not a potential alpha, which basically means he only changes during the full moon?well, to be specific, he can also shift the day before or the day after the full moon, but he has to really concentrate.

  Delia

  I so wanted to order a caramel mocha and more biscotti. “And you're telling me this, why?” I could understand her wanting to brag she had bagged a really hot guy, but if I were Bree, I definitely would not bring up how they got their kicks out of her role-playing not so little Red Riding Hood. Oh, Jeez?I wonder if her new boyfriend was a furry?I had seen that on CSI, which featured a group of people at a convention where they all dressed up like they were mascots for a sports team. I tried to remember what the mascot of the Minnesota Timberwolves looked like. I wasn't buying it. Bree was always really vanilla. I was the one who knew what I was doing long before whatshername popped Fifty Shades of Paid out of her vee-jay like a ping-pong ball.

  Bree broke out in that big smile that I knew from experience meant she was going to up the ante of good news. Oh, how she loved to make me suffer. I suppose she was going to tell me Wolfboy was not only handsome, but rich. Maybe I could order some biscotti to go after Bree left. “I'm telling you because of this,” she said, taking a jewelry box out of her purse. She pushed it over to me and inside was a fucking engagement ring.

  “Well, shit fire and save matches!” I said. This was the first time Bree had surprised me since we were five and visiting Grandma on the reservation. I never believed anything she told me about outhouses ever since. I took it out and put it on my own finger?of course it was a perfect fit. We weren't twins. I was the pretty one, and I was nearly a year younger. But we had always worn the same size. It would have doubled my wardrobe if I would ever be caught dead in what she picked out. She spent her high school years looking like she worked in the library. I moved my hand, watching the rock glitter. I guess software design paid pretty well. “Have you--”

  Bree

  “Have I told our mom? No. I wanted you to be the first to know. I am very aware we haven't always gotten along, but you are my sister. Mikah is out of state at a conference, and we have a reservation at Canlis when he comes back, so I can introduce him to mom.” I held out my hand, figuring with her history, Delia could somehow lose my ring within five minutes. If it got stuck on her finger I was ready to hack it off and call her Lefty. I took a deep breath and reminded myself three years of therapy had taught me my sister had done the best she could with what she had. I needed to forgive her and move on?after I got my ring back.

  Delia

  “Congratulations,” I said, keeping the ring on my finger. I have to admit it looked good on me. Bree would be better suited with a smaller stone that would match her more mousy personality. I was the one who should be wearing something this size. It made my hand look small. I looked up and saw she had her hand stretched out, her palm facing upward. I sighed and gave her back the damned ring. “Tell me more about this whole wolf stuff.”

  Dutch

  “Back to the Hoh, huh?” I took another hit from the bong and handed it to Davis, our Pack Leader. He finished it off and put it on the desk. I kicked back the last of the Jack Daniels in my glass and looked at it, hoping he'd get the hint. I should be so lucky.

  “It's been convenient. Hard to find a place more isolated. I figure we'll keep our Runs there for a few more months. I don't want to get too predictable.” he took another swallow of his drink, but it was half full. I knew the bottle wasn't coming out until he had drained his glass, so I just needed to make sure I was around until then. “You heard about Mikah, right?” He moved the bong over and put his feet up on his desk.

  “I know he's off at some conference in California,” I offered.
I liked Mikah, but we weren't all that close. Once he started going out with Bree, all of us were seeing less of him. I wasn't one of those who had found her our first time at the Hoh spot, but I had certainly heard several versions of the story. Some I believed more than others.

  “He's proposed to that woman of his,” Davis said, finishing off the rest of his glass. Hot damn?that definitely meant I'd get round two. Thank you, Mikah, for making an honest woman out of her so I could get another shot of JD. “That means we need to do something to celebrate.”

  “I thought she was human,” I said, subtly pushing my empty glass just a little closer to him. “Not that there's anything wrong with that. Has she agreed to convert?” Davis reached into the bottom drawer and pulled out the bottle of Jack. It was a good day. I held up my glass as he refilled it and then refreshed himself.

  “She's considering it. Anyway, I want you to help put something together for Mikah. Nobody knows strip clubs like you do.”

  Delia

  And that's how I found myself in my rented RV on the Hoh Indian reservation, my pussy primed with a new bottle of Lavender Rose's Good Clean Love. I hoped it would prove to be as good at wolf bait for me as it had been for Bree. I had also brought a few more toys with me than my sister had thought to bring. Of course, her idea of fun was a night with the latest issue of Scientific America. Maybe her new boyfriend (sorry?fiancé) could get her to loosen up some. I ate another one of those really awful tasting Skinny Cow imitation candy bars and wrapped up my preparations.

  Dutch

  Martin passed out my share of the Ecstasy. One of the few disadvantages of being a wolf was the fact our metabolism was so high, trying to get a buzz on and keeping it long enough for a bartender to bring the next round was almost impossible. There was also that delicate line between finally getting drunk enough to enjoy yourself and then passing out. Good thing our livers healed just as fast as the rest our bodies. A few months ago we had discovered a tab or two of really good X stayed in your system for a couple of hours. It made shifting a real trip?the only drawback was after wolfing out, your senses were so heightened all you really wanted to do was roll around on the grass or lick the fur of the closest Pack member. If we kept this up, we should rename “Run” to “Mellow.” As I was swallowing, it occurred to me this was a major plus for Davis?no one on X would ever Challenge the alpha and risk harshing the Mellow.

  I'll say one thing for Davis?he's really good at timing. We finished off our drinks while he did his usual opening speech reminding us we're the proud members of the Fangzahn Clan. I was starting to feel the Ecstasy when he finished and then dramatically pointed up to the Moon Rise. The combination of the Change and the X was mind-blowing. I looked around and almost everyone else was also looking around at each other because it was so?so fascinating. Whoa. Wolves. Cool.

  Before we could spend the night doing this, Davis let out a howl and several answered him, although even stoned, I noticed few were in the same key. I thought that was funny. Then I laughed again because I thought how funny my laughter sounded when I was furred. It was more like a cough.

  The Pack members started off in different directions, with no obvious purpose or concern. But that's a lot of what a Run is all about. You just let go of anything you've been holding in all month and just embrace everything. And if you bring down a deer, that's a major bonus. If you mistook a cow for a deer, well, you had to deal with that the next day.

  I didn't really feel much like running. I sat there and licked my paw, which was so interesting, I continued to do it. I considered licking my other paw. Then a light breeze brought in another scent. This one I recognized right away. Pussy alert! I swung my heavy head around, like the needle of a compass seeking North. I was seeking nookie. There! Now that was a motivation for running. I wondered if this was Mikah's woman?but why the hell would he bring her out here again? I ran faster.

  Delia

  Oh, yeah?there went the howls. I glanced at the clock?the exact time Google had let me know moon rise would be. Now I just had to spread my legs and wait. Bree had finally confided in me a lot of werewolves were apprehensive about doing it with most human women because they were so skinny they looked like they would snap like a toothpick. I often felt the same way. But Bree explained women of size were valued because we were obviously strong enough to take whatever we were given. Hell, I learned long ago not to wait for what I was given. I had learned to start taking. I wondered how long it would take for somebody like Mikah to show up.

  Dutch

  I could smell the mixture of fresh pussy mingled in with the weird combination of floral scents that obviously didn't belong in a rainforest. I shot forward and skidded to a stop when I saw the largest RV I had ever seen. I panted for a moment, cooling off, but also catching on my tongue that puzzling something that wasn't shampoo or cologne that almost masked the fragrance of pussy.

  Delia

  I kept looking out the window, waiting for what Bree called a “Furry-American.” I just hoped after her description they didn't stay in wolf form. That would be beyond kinky even for me. PETA would probably hear about it and hunt me down. I heard something near the door and left the driver's seat. I had kept the main door open with the screen door shut. Sure enough, a big gray wolf had his tongue hanging out, looking expectantly at the RV. “Looking for something, Big Boy?” I opened the screen door, showing off my assets. I don't know if a beautiful sexy woman wasn't what a werewolf saw every full moon and he was in shock, but his eyes grew wide and I swear his tongue hung out even more. As I watched, his amber eyes took on a more golden color.

  I turned and called over my shoulder, “So are you coming in?” Just like a man, his ears perked up and he jumped up on the step and followed me. I had gone ahead and rented the RV that featured a King-Sized bed because I liked to be prepared. “Turn around and let me see you from all sides.” He spun like a puppy chasing his tail and for a moment it looked as if he would tip over. I wondered if he was just drunk on excitement. It's not as if a wolf gets drunk, right?

  He looked exactly like the wolves Google and the websites on wolf preservation had shown me. I guess “Wolfmen” just showed up in the movies. Fine by me?that would probably be like doing it with Chewie the Wookie from Star Wars. That wouldn't make it on my bucket list. “I don't want your muddy feet on my bed. Do the Change thing and let me see what you look like most of the month.”

  Dutch

  Wowsa?big and beautiful, just like the ones who had seen her described Mikah's woman. I was very aware there was no scent of Mikah?or any other wolf in here, or on her. I shifted and looked down on her. Most humans look tall when you're wolf height. Now that I was back at 6 foot 2, she was probably around 5 foot 8 or so. And nice and soft looking. All I wanted to do right now was to cuddle her, but I realized that was a major effect from Ecstasy. It made you real touchy-feely. The horniness would kick in a little later. But this babe looked like she was the no-nonsense type. The fact she was naked and giving orders to a werewolf was a big hint. A part of me wondered how she knew where to park her RV, but I figured Mikah or his woman had told her. Jesus! We got ourselves some groupies now!

  Delia

  Ok?he was worth the cost of the RV and the outrageous cost of Bree's lube. Mikah looked like a fitness model, but mine looked like he could push most NFL quarterbacks over and run off with their football. Big and Beefy with hair the color of toffee. He was a lot more hairy than the picture of Mikah in his bathing suit. Extra points for that. I loved to rub my fingers through a hairy chest. And I did. Sweet. “So?what's your name?”

  Dutch

  “Dutch,” I smiled. I loved the way her fingers felt combing my chest. Her palm hit my right nipple and that got my interest. Normally my nipples aren't sensitive, but I guess the X had changed that. I slid my hands over her shoulders and arms because I wanted to know what she felt like. She felt so good, I wanted to keep going.

  Delia

  "Hold on, Dutch. I'm in no hurry, and believ
e me, I like to be in control.” I led him over and with my hips, bumped him onto the bed. I ran my tongue over his lips. As he sighed in pleasure I clicked the handcuffs on him with the ease of long practice. He looked surprised and then started laughing. Ok, not the usual response, but I could work with that. I straddled him, bringing my sweet sex spot closer to his mouth. His eyes shut and he breathed deeply. I bent down to nibble on his lip when suddenly I heard another howl from outside. “Don't go anywhere,” I told him, putting my finger on his full lips.