I'd not been long working at the diner when my life took an inextricable turn for the better, although I wasn't so sure about that when it first happened...

Waiting tables was more difficult than most people imagined, and with my shapely figure, I drew way too much attention from the customers, and most of it unwanted. But no matter how much I tried to hide my curves, I just couldn't do it. Many times I pleaded with Mister Richards to allow me to wear a different uniform, because the one I had to wear every day was just too low-cut around the breast region, not to mention tight around my hour-glass hips. It wasn't that I was embarrassed by my figure, quite the opposite in fact! It was the fact that if any man got the chance to try to hit on me - or to squeeze my butt - they'd surely take it.

It was on just such a day, when Cyril, a local store owner in Georgia, went too far and patted my behind with his hand. At fifty-four, you'd have thought he would be well past it, but not a bit of it; there was life in the old dog yet, unfortunately. It was then that I put the plates I was taking to a neighboring down, and with my hands on my hips proceeded to give him a piece of my mind. Everyone in the diner turned around shocked, but intensely interested in the altercation, the way people secretly are by any argument. Cyril, of course, denied it. Being as he was married, he couldn't well have done anything else. He just sat there spluttering, with his mouth half way open, his hands raised in the air, denying everything.

Mister Richards chastised me in the back room. I told him what had happened, and he said it didn't matter if he believed me on not, but that I couldn't talk to customers that way.

“You mean I'm supposed to let them sexually harass me?!” I asked, still angry from what had just happened.

Mister Richards rubbed his head,

“I'm not saying you're to let them sexually harass you, I'm just saying you should try not to attract as much attention.”

I became indignant,

“Not attract too much attention! You can't be serious,” I pointed to my breasts and then hips, “in this uniform!”

Mister Richards obviously didn't know what to do, he knew I was right, and he knew I'd already asked to wear something else; he was to blame, and so he then conceded,

“okay, okay, I'll get you a new uniform. If It's going to help, then that's all I care about.”

I sighed in relief,

"thank you!" I said, half meaning it, half not.

“Anyway,” Mister Richards continued, picking up an order that had been phoned-in, “For the time being, you can go take this delivery, perhaps it'll help you cool down a bit.”

I wondered who, exactly, he thought I was. he already had a delivery driver, he didn't need me to do it,

“Mister Richards, I didn't even do anything wrong! And now I'm being punished by having to do the deliveries!? Where's the justice in that?”

“It's not a punishment Cindy, just do it okay, for me. And you never know, the customer may even tip you!”

I doubted it, I really did, you were lucky if you got a smile out of some of the people in my hometown, let alone a tip. But maybe he was right, maybe I did need to get out of the place for a while,

“Okay where is it?” I asked, taking the slip of paper with the address on it and gazing down at the scribbled writing.

“The de Florian mansion, you know, the one up on the hill? Where those two rich brothers live.”

I exactly knew the place he meant, every one of us knew. But no one in our town had much contact with the brothers, the family came from a long line of what seemed like rich, reclusive colonists, hundreds of years previous. We never really understood them, but we'd see them pass through the town in their chauffeur driven cars quite often. No one knew where they got their wealth from, or even how they used it, save for that huge mansion they lived in.

I felt some trepidation thinking about going there,

“Are you sure they are... 'normal' Mister Richards?”

“Well of course they are normal,” Richards dismissed, “maybe a little eccentric because they are rich, but nothing ever bad has happened to anyone delivering there, if that's what you mean. Actually, everyone says they are quite polite. And besides, if anything does happen to you Cindy, at least I'll know where to send the police.”

I huffed, because if that were the case, then it wouldn't be much used to me by that stage. I took the food list off of Mr. Richards and began to put it into the take-away bags, muttering to myself that it was lucky I was no small girl, and that if any man did try anything, he'd get more than just a piece of my mind!

...

Mr. Richards handed me the taxi fare, and I got in the white and black saloon car, cradling bags of warm food in hand, wondering why the two billionaire brothers would order from a diner, and why they wanted steaks cooked as rare as they did; they were barely even brown on the outside, but Mr. Richards had said that was exactly the way they liked them, but even he commented on the fact that no one else liked steak 'that' rare.

The taxi wound its way up the dark hill, a full moon outside lighting the night sky with its yellow halo beaming off of it. It made me feel irrationally pensive somehow, and peering ahead through the windscreen, I saw the mansion looming before us. Kids in the area said strange things happened in and around the mansion, and there was talk of strange beasts wandering around the grounds, there had been these rumors for years. Even I had heard the stories.

The driver clicked his finger on the intercom, and a curt male voice buzzed us through, with the taxi driver curving the car along the winding road through the extensive grounds, and us then arriving at the impressive colonial architecture of the mansion. There weren't many buildings like that in town, or even in the entire state, and this one probably only remained so due to the fact that it had been built and maintained by the same family for at least three centuries. The taxi driver left his engine ticking-over as I rang the doorbell and waited for a response, looking down at the food and hoping it was still warm. I heard footsteps approaching from inside, and the door opened in front of me, and standing there was Rafe de Florian, the elder of the two brother's, at thirty-one, he was in the prime of his life judging by the look of him, and it was the first time I had really seen him up close. In his tight black suit that barely covered an apparently muscular physique, it made it seem like his white shirt buttons would pop off at any moment.

“Hello young lady,” he smiled down at me, a glint in his green eyes, “you're not the usual delivery person we see. But what a pleasant surprise.” He said, tipping his head slightly to the side and taking me in.

There weren't many men that were powerful enough - physically, or in tone of voice - to make me go weak at the knees. But he did. With his jet black hair swept backwards, but with slight sideburns going into the dark shadows of his stubble, there was a rough and dominant edge to him, and I ran my hand back through my hair, quite taken aback.

“Yes, well,” I giggled nervously, like a high-school girl first talking to the quarter-back, “the other delivery guy - I mean, I'm not a delivery guy, or a guy even - “ I was starting to babble, “he was already off delivering somewhere else, so you got me.” I finally managed to bluster, making my nervousness apparent.

He leaned with one arm up on the door frame, and his eyes wandered - almost lasciviously - up and down my curves. But unlike with other men, I was somehow enjoying it.

The taxi driver beeped his horn, singling his impatience, and I looked back and then realized I had to be going,

“I guess I best be off sir, here you are.” I handed him the steaks.

He eyed me with an intensity that said much more than perhaps his words ever could,

“It's a shame you have to be going, unless you would like to stay, of course?”

I knew I shouldn't, but I wondered about him, and I wondered about what the mansion looked like on the inside, his family history, and exactly what he did.

But I just knew I had to make my excuses and leave,

“Oh no, I really must be getting back, and besides, if the taxi leaves, I'll have no way to get back into town later.”

Rafe looked up at the rising moon that was still several hours away from reaching its Nadir, and looked back down at me, some of the moonlight sparkling in his eyes,

“If that's the problem, then I can get my driver to drive you back after ward. It's no trouble.”

“Well... “ I hesitated, looking back at the taxi.

He held the door open, standing to the side, his arm inviting me inwards, and I couldn't resist the look in his eyes,

“Okay, but just for a little while. And then I really must be going.”

“That's fine.” He accepted.

I went to send the taxi driver off, and he shrugged and pulled away muttering to himself, something about me already having wasted enough of his time. It was my last chance to leave, but I just didn't want to take it, and walked inside beside Rafe, with the heavy wooden door being closed behind me, and him leading me down the long corridor to a dining room, as he placed the steaks on the table.

He invited me to sit, but then said,

“How rude of me, let's rest in the sitting room.”

I didn't really need a rest, and felt the way he spoke was so unusual, yet rich people with breeding were so very different to common folk, and I followed his confident walk into a sumptuous reception room, filled with paintings - many obviously of his ancestors - and furniture from a bygone age. We sat down on the sofa, with Rafe putting his arm across the back of it, crossing his legs with a confidence that told me he was totally at ease with himself in all ways, as he took all of me in. I felt so vulnerable, yet at the same time, I wanted to feel vulnerable. It had been so long since I'd felt vulnerable around a man, because to be frank, if I was pissed, I could really knock a man out with a single punch. That kind of affected me in my choice of boyfriends, I didn't want to be able to really overpower the man who was with me, I wanted to feel like a woman should, or could, with the right man.

Rafe got up and walked over to a decanter and poured himself some bourbon, for himself and for me. Handing me a glass, he drank from his own as he stood over me, with the light of the moon coming in through the gap in the drapes, and shining on his face. He suddenly put his hand up as if to block it, and I thought I noticed a kind of shudder go through his body, which I thought a little strange, but as he sat back down beside me, all thoughts of the incident left me. As there I was, with one of the most handsome and visceral men I had ever seen. He hadn't even asked me if I'd wanted the drink, but taking a sip of it, I decided I had.

Part of me kept almost whispering to my mind to leave - call it intuition if you will - and I could sense a kind of danger where I was. But it only seemed to intrigue me more. It was a danger that was luring me down a path that I knew I'd never exactly return from. I had to know what all this was.

Rafe leaned into me,

“Tell me young lady, what is your name, and what 'fortuitous fate' should I thank for bringing you here on this very night?”

I felt my arms go closer to my body as I felt enthralled by his eyes, captivating and commanding as they were,

“Cindy, that's my name, and as for the other part, you should probably thank Cyril, the grocery store owner.”

“Cyril?” He asked, with a perplexed frown forming on his brow.

“Oh it's nothing really.” I told him, waving my hand as if swatting the problem away, “Just some guy who's giving me a bit of trouble at work.”

Rafe sat up straight, and I wasn't sure, but I sensed primed-aggression exuding from him,

“Just tell me where he is, and I'll go speak to him for you.”

I shook my head,

“No, no, there's really no need; he's just an old guy who's a bit of an old goat really. Nothing I can't handle, but thanks you anyway.”

Just then, another man came into the room, also tall, and from his angular features, I could tell this was Rafe's brother, although he looked to be younger by some three or four years.

“This is Buck Cindy.” Rafe introduced him, “My brother.”

I stood up to shake his hand as he walked toward me, with him also wearing a dark suit, his shirt collars open, revealing hair on his broad chest. But unlike Rafe, he was blonde, but I could still detect a hooded predatory intensity in his eyes. It must have been a family trait in their family line, I told myself.

Buck shook my hand, and gave me a slight bow of his head, before raising the back of my hand up in his own, and kissing it, his eyes lingering on my body,

“Charmed, I'm sure. It's a pleasure to meet you,” he told me, his strong warm hand still holding mine, as he looked over to his brother, “Rafe, you never told me about Cindy, where have you been hiding her all this time?”

Rafe stood up, and walked directly towards his brother, and he didn't look happy with him at all, and I sensed some form of sibling rivalry among the pair,

“I've just met Cindy today, don't you have something else to attend to Buck?”

Buck shrugged, and stood and shifted his body to face Rafe directly, with me off to the side, wondering what I'd gotten myself in the middle of.

“Not at all,” Buck grinned, sitting down on the other end of the sofa, “you know what tonight is Rafe, and you know I don't have anything else to do. Tonight is our night.”

There was almost a flaming anger as Rafe looked down at his brother, with Buck not reacting at all, and Rafe, perhaps feeling I might feel some discomfort in the situation, simply sat down, and invited me to also do so. I sat in the middle of them, two exceptionally handsome and well-built man, either side of me, and I couldn't believe my luck, to be honest. Because if I wasn't much mistaken, they were both heavily attracted to me. I could almost feel their eyes guiding their way over my body. Yet, I couldn't quite understand what Buck had meant when he said “Tonight is our night.” to his brother. What exactly did they usually do together, I wondered.

Rafe once more suggested that his brother leave, but once more Buck refused, and I sensed an argument brewing that only began to make me feel wet, I couldn't say it any other way, but it was true. I could feel my panties getting moist as I sat there in the middle of their attentions, so I decided to intervene as best I could,

“Really guys, there's no need to fight over me,” and then I said something which I later realized could've been taken the wrong way, “I'm sure we can work something out.”

All I had meant - or at least all I thought I'd meant - was that we could talk civilly together. But, as I realized what I had just said, the thought of it went through my mind, and made my breath get deeper, with me leaning back comfortably in the sofa. The two men looked at each other, and then back at me, before both of them edged closer to me, and the two of them beside of me, began to take in my aroma, making me feel I was somehow their prey, that they were going to feast on me. It didn't make sense, but that was the only way I could express it. I felt Rafe's hand arrived upon my thigh, and it made my body shiver quick, before Buck's hand also arrived on my other side, stroking upwards simultaneously with Rafe's, before I felt two sets of warm lips nibbled at either side of my neck, leading myself to moan, and my body to go limp.

It seemed so unusual a situation to be in, but I couldn't deny my attraction to the brothers. There was something about them that made me feel I wanted them to take me, to make me their own. It was like I sensed a fire rising inside me, and inside them, one I had no desire to quell or extinguish. Both their hands slid along my hips, and rose up along my waistline leaving my arms to push inwards on my breasts, which only pushed them out all the more in the uniform I was wearing. Rafe's mouth moved downwards, his tongue licking in the dip between my shoulder and collarbone, leading goosebumps to instantly appear upon my soft skin, as his tongue then wound its way down across my breasts. I looked down at him as he looked up at me, directly in my eyes, and I don't know if it was just my imagination, but his irises seemed to be turning slightly amber, but in the aroused state I was in, I couldn't think straight, but I knew one thing, I did not want to leave.

Buck's hand arrived under my breast, his thumb and fingers squeezing at me gently, as his other hand rose up along my spine, his fingers combing through the hair at the nape of my neck, bringing a strand of it to his face and smelling it, and I heard him literally growl, a base and animal-like growl, that only made me shiver with wetness. I felt Rafe's hand begin to unzip my dress, the zipper slowly and carefully moving downwards by his hand. Before I knew it, the zip and reached the bottom, and I grasped as both of their hands ran down the length of my back, and then back up again slipping the dress off of my shoulders and down my arms simultaneously at both sides, revealing the curves of my body, which only seemed to excite them more. There was something about their desire for me that was infectious, almost as if their vital energy that was being directed toward me, was stealing my senses and sensibilities away.

I felt my bra un-clip, but I knew not by whose hand, but then Buck took it fully off with his teeth, revealing my more than ample breasts, and the both of them brought me, both sides, into their mouths, sucking them while I felt the moistness between my legs increase exponentially. Their tongues wound around my sensitive skin and my nipples, almost as if they had been wild animals searching for some liquid of sustenance, and had finally found it. My legs gradually parted - not least because Rafe's hand was gliding upwards along my inner-thigh, seeking out my wetness, which would soon be his.

I found my hands roving over their legs, the muscles of which that felt to have strangely grown bigger, stronger, and was stretching at the very fabric of their clothing. Yet, surely, that couldn't have been! My hands alighted on two hard and erect cocks I could feel through the fabric, and my breaths became so deep as I began to imagine them both inside me. I looked at both of them, the angles of their cheekbones more prominent in the light than I had noticed before. I put it down to my aroused state, knowing that because I hadn't known them long - and maybe because of the somewhat dim lighting in the room - that I had perhaps previously misread their features. But the yellowing of their eyes was unmistakable to me, but as I thought that perhaps I should stop this unfolding situation, Rafe's hand began to smooth along the ridge of my labia, just on the outside of my tight panties as he held me in his gaze. The feeling of the already wet material smoothing over my mound, only added to my pleasure, and I found myself raising my right knee up as I allowed Buck's fingertips to tease along my calf muscle, and tease itself onto the sensitive skin behind my knee which felt electrifying. It then wound its way around and also ascended along my inner-thigh the same way Rafe's had.

Before I knew it, both of the guys fingers were teasing past the material between the hem of my panties, and my then soaking wet vagina.

I was aching for them both, I needed them both, and then something happened that I scarcely knew was possible. As if overcome by a wild beast inside him, Rafe suddenly ripped my dress clean off, tossing it aside and down to the floor. I gasped, fear mixed with desire, and an almost illogical instinct to give into them both coursing through me, a willing submission to allow them to take me as they so desired.

With nothing then covering my naked body - Save for my panties that had hands roving all over them - their eyes became like dancing fireflies in the night as they intently watched the folds of my curvy body.

As they began to allow their desirous hands to explore my body, my mind became delirious and dizzy with the sensations running all over me. It was impossible for my mind to take it all in. And then I felt Rafe's hand slide down my abdomen and go for my pussy, directly, and without recourse to protest. Kissing me back into the cusions, his firm lips pushing me backwards, three of his fingers slid down along my sensitive labia, the middle one stroking on and into the then slippery lips of my pussy, with the other two smoothing over the sides. I panted for breath, yet it was barely forthcoming, as Buck got down on his knees, and began to lick his tongue along my inner thigh, winding its way upwards, to where I knew it would arrive. With his teeth, Buck ripped my panties off, leading me to yelp in surprise. He looked up at me, his teeth seeming to have grown longer and sharper. But before I could make head-or-tail of it, he stroked his tongue along my inner pink, with Rafe holding my lips open for him. He gave a growl of pleasure as he tasted me, deep and long, like the juice of my wet pussy was sending him wild.

Rafe - who had been licking at my nipple as he watched his brother lusciously lathering my lips  - obviously couldn't resist the sight of what his brother was getting, and got down on his knees, and both of them licked around my sensitive pussy, their tongues dancing around my sensitivity, my hands gripping into the deep material of the sofa, with these two viciously handsome men pleasuring me, their tongues exploring me wantonly. Buck began to lick at my clitoris, pulling the fold of my skin upwards, to revealing it to his tongue. Rafe pulled my legs wide apart - I didn't even struggle against it - and sunk his tongue deep within my entrance, moving it in and out rapidly. I grasped at my tits, and then didn't know if it was my hands or someone else's touching me, as both of the guys hands joined in, spreading the moist-wetness of their saliva all over me, so that their teasing fingers on my nipples sent me into ecstasy.

Somehow, I ended up horizontal on the sofa. My will having given itself over to them both, completely. I heard a ripping noise, and when I looked, half opening my eyes, I saw their bodies growing bigger, more muscular, and the material of the clothing tearing off, yet still hanging in part off their bodies. They were both practically naked standing over me, snarling with lust at me, that much I could see.

With their trousers half way off, I witnessed both of their hard and rigid cocks, pointing directly for me. Both of them seemed to have more hair on them muscular chest than I at first had judged. I motioned to get up, using one of the drapes to help me, but in my sudden movement and strong grip, I pulled one of them down and off of its rail, letting the beam of the full moonlight shine into the room, and onto them both. Before I knew it, Rafe turned my body and hips to the side straddling me, his huge cock parting my moistness, and then rising up inside me, to the hilt. He roared, throwing his head back like something primal had at once been released; the sound coming from somewhere seemingly deep inside him, somewhere base, yet powerful, but as I then knew, most definitely not of this world. He began furiously fucking me, harder than I'd ever been fucked before, as Buck's cock moved towards my mouth, and I pouted my lips, unsure if it was Rafe's dominating cock that was making me do so, or my own desire, but realizing I cared not one way nor another. I smoothed my soft lips over the warm head of his cock, stroking my other hand down his powerful legs. Right before me, with the moonlight on them, their faces began to transform. Their jaws elongated and got wider. Their muscles seem to grow other muscles on top of the first layers. Shoulder muscles growing and tapering into bigger tricep muscles, which in turn merged into arched biceps, while both were still inside me, my body being rammed back-and-forth. Both their abdominal muscles grew, level by level, downwards, until they were all raised harder, thicker, and more defined than ever before. It was all too much for me to take, but the ferocity Rafe was fucking me with, had begun to send waves of pleasure, and shivers, all the way up my spine and into my cerebral cortex, making me delirious with a desire that was pure animal, wanton for both of them, a sea of sex washing over us all.

Buck gripped at the back of my hair, and thrust his long cock deeper into my welcoming mouth, and I gripped my hand onto his hard firm butt. I looked up at him, his eyes then fully transformed, to what I realized with the eyes of a wolf, as was Rafe's. Something in my mind seemed to click, and it sent signals down within my body, that exploded with joy as Rafe's cock thrust into me once more, his pointed nails gripping into my fleshy butt cheeks for support, making sure I would not escape his virility. My body shook wildly, almost breaking free from them, yet Rafe and Buck were not to be denied, and I felt a shooting warmth of life-giving properties fill inside me. I then looked up at Buck, with him watching the perfect beauty of his hard cock entering my mouth, and he also then came, with me taking his warm come down in my mouth, loving every second of it, and him then taking some off of my cheek where it had splashed onto, and then rubbing it on my tits and body, as did Rafe with his own cum, as if they were both marking their territory, and warning off any other potential males away from me.

I lay there with my body still shaking, my eyes half open, and closing. Time non-existent for me. And there before me, the two of them completely transformed into wolves, or what I then knew, were werewolves. I wove my hands around my body, bringing my knees up, but not to protect myself - because I knew they wouldn't have hurt me - but to try and contain the warm pleasure that was rushing through me at that moment. I didn't know when it was, but my eyes must have closed, and when I opened them, they were gone. I remained where I was, neither wanting to move, nor trying to make sense of the whole experience, I just felt more complete that I had ever done in my life before that time, and strangely protected.

...

That day really did change my life forever. I awoke the next morning in a bed that I must of been carried to, my body still naked, with the two brothers with their arms around me, snoozing beside me. I found some small twigs and leaves in their hair, and I knew how they had come to be there. But I didn't care, I just carefully removed them. I was wrapped in their strong arms, and all was well in the world.

From that day on, I lived with the two werewolf brothers, never really mentioning what I knew they were, but always making sure I was there for their love, and primal passions whenever they would frequently unleash themselves on my willingly curvaceous body.

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