The Wolf's Secret

Everyone knows the story of Little Red Riding Hood, right? She's a little girl who's namesake had come from the fact she wore a red hood over her head whenever she left her village and went on a trip to her grandmother's house to deliver her aging mother plenty of home-baked goodies to cheer her mood up.

But what would you say if someone told you they found a different version of Little Red Riding Hood? What if, in this particular version of the story, Red Riding Hood was not a little girl at all, but a full-fledged grown adult who lived with her middle-aged parents and had a love for cooking and made frequent trips through the woods to her sickly grandmother to deliver her all kinds of goodies to cheer her up? What if...I told you in this particular version, there was more to the wolf than meets the eye, and that the huntsman also had a few secrets of his own that weren't revealed in the original story?

Well, sit back as a story of Little Red Riding Hood unfolds before you.

This isn't the Little Red story that was beloved by so many for generations and generations. It is not the Little Red Riding Hood story that was told to children as a goodnight story. This version of the story...Is a much more mature version of the story.

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It was a nice cool Sunday in Bakersville and the smell of warm apple pie, that was enough to make any mouth water in anticipation, had perfectly scented the air.

Red's mother had recently gotten sick and found that she was unable to complete the normal every day tasks that she loved and enjoyed submerging herself in so much. And so, understandably she had to have her beautiful daughter take over the duties of cooking and cleaning and had suggested that Red prepare a pie to take to her grandmother through the woods later on that day. It went without saying that Red had her work quite cutout for her since her mother wouldn't be able to help carry any of the slack.

Her father had left before the sun had ever set to head out into the West path of the woods to go and chop some wood to bring home for the fire that they needed. The fire that they had was already growing dim, and with winter beginning to approach around the corner, and her mother now so weak and sustainable to many possible dangers that could come with a lack of fire, it was all the more crucial that Red's father kept the fire burning in the old log-cabin house.

"Red, sweetie, how's that apple pie coming along?" Her mother's voice was full of coughs and hacks.

"I think it's coming along nicely." Red replied to her mother from the kitchen; sprinkling a little bit of ginger around the top of the pie as she prepared to place it in the brick oven.

"I can smell it from all the way in here, sweetie, thanks to the wind; maybe there wasn't even any reason in asking about it. You've got my cooking secrets, after all; you're my only other rival when it comes to baking, second only to your grandmother."

Red couldn't help but grin at her mother's flattering compliment and giggled softly to herself while she put the pie in the oven and started baking it.

"I hope that father comes back soon with that firewood, Momma. It'll probably be snowing in only a few weeks, and I don't want you getting any sicker than what you already are."

"Red, stop worrying about me, all right?" Her mother said sternly. "All your worries and concerns should be redirected towards your grandmother: She's eighty eight years old, lives all by herself in the woods in a house where the only visitors she gets is her own family, and can't even go walk around the wood trails because of her old age and the wild animals lurking."

Red sighed as she nodded her head to her mother's words. Every word that left her mother's mouth rang true: Her grandmother lived a really unsafe life and Red constantly found herself wishing she could talk her grandmother out of leaving the old house that her grandfather built with his own two hands, and left behind to her grandmother in his will. But alas; her words could never quite convince her grandmother to leave that old house behind and the risks of danger were always on Red's mind when she thought of her grandmother living all alone.

"Yes, Momma, I know about the dangers that grandma faces. And I do worry about her quite often; I don't think a single day goes by that I don't think of her safety."

"Then, all your worries should go on her." Red's mother concluded.

Red sauntered herself over towards the aged rectangular table-set and lowered her firm bottom against the seat, setting herself down while her deep blue eyes watched the fires of the cracking brick-oven as they nearly engulfed the delicious pie that was inside.

The sounds of the winds howling bounced off the walls as the front door to the log-cabin house creaked open, and Red turned her gaze to meet the face of her father who had entered with sweat rolling down his forehead and both of his arms holding tons and tons of lumber that nearly rolled out from underneath his grasp and spilled to the floor below.

He looked absolutely exhausted and was breathing quite heavily as he stood there.

Red lifted herself from the table and approached him, her head tilting slightly to the side while those blue eyes of hers gazed deeply at her father with a look of concern for his well-being. And when she was standing in front of him, Red went to lessen the burden he held in his arms and took at least two small logs from his arms, to which her father gave her a ginger smile of appreciation.

"Talk about windy out there." Her elderly father said with a slight laugh as he walked towards the living room area with the firewood. Red followed right behind him.

"Honey, is that you?" Red's mother called out from the bedroom.

"Yes, dear; it's me and I just got back with the firewood."

"You didn't wear yourself out, did you?"

"No, dear," he replied. "I'm still plenty a full of vigor."

Her father just chuckled for a few minutes before he started unloading the firewood from his arms and started placing the cleanly-cut logs into the fireplace with Red placing her own logs on top of those. He wiped the sweat from his brow and then sniffed the air taking in the scent of the pie that she was baking in the oven.

"I'm baking a pie for grandma." Red stated.

"I sure could go for some pie right now myself." He father said.

Red merely smiled and flashed her teeth. "Maybe when I come back I can prepare another pie and that one can be just for you and momma."

"That would be great. But, for now, you should just go in there and focus on that pie of yours, all right? I'll be fine starting up the fireplace and you should just focus on getting everything ready for your trip through the woods to visit grandma."

Red gave a small nod and returned to the kitchen to where the pie was.

She could already tell that the pie was almost done since the scent of the apple pie was by far the strongest and most potent at this point.

When the pie was done, Red removed it from the oven, hovered her nose over the rising steam from the slit in the middle she had cut, and sat it down on the windowsill to cool off.

"By the way," her father called to her. "I saw that Thomas boy while I was out gathering firewood! He said that he was wanting to see you and that it would be nice if you came to see him."

"Tom?" Red said.

"Yes, Thomas. He said there was something he was wanting to discuss with you."

Red smiled. "All right, I'll go pay him a visit on my way to grandma's house."

Her father started up the fire by rubbing two rocks together over the fireplace, and once the flames stormed up to life, he backed away from the fireplace and headed to his shack outside the house at the very back by the wooden fence. But not before turning his eyes to gaze at his daughter and telling her that he wanted to see her.

Red met up with her father out in the back in his shack.

When she opened the shack, which was dirty inside, covered in dirt and grime with some mildew sprouting around the corners and moss growing on the floors, she saw her father standing there and he walked towards her.

"You wanted to see me?" She inquired him. But Red's heart was thumping.

Her father didn't give her an immediate verbal response. But instead, what she received in return was him dragging down his cloth trousers and exposing before her his aged, withered cock.

Red saw the seriousness in his face, then she lowered her eyes downward and saw his penis which he had exposed to her. She went red at the cheeks, but Red wasn't particularly excited at the sight that was presented before her.

"The way that you dress makes it difficult for such a neglected old man to focus on anything else, my dear Red." He said to her, but his voice actually sounded weak in tone. "You've outgrown your clothes that you wore as a girl, and the tempting features of your grown body is cruel to all those who come your path and must look away and keep their hidden desires and needs to themselves."

"P—Pappa..." Red's legs were almost acting on their own; she was nearly stepping away.

"Your mother is unaware of what has been going on these past few months that she's been sick, the things between you and I. She's sick and can barely get out of bed...And it is for that reason, Red, that, even given my old age, even despite that I have little to offer anymore, I still need those moments of relief from the heavy burden that this world has placed upon my shoulders." Her father reached a hand down and briefly grasped the wrinkled member between his legs that was akin in appearance to a granddaddy caterpillar and lightly rubbed his hand near the crown while staring his daughter dead in the face.

The look of cheerfulness that had been on Red's face up until this point, was all but there. And now she was starting to feel uncomfortable and regretted following her father into the shack; she should have known why exactly he was wanting her to follow him.

"Red," he took a step towards her. "Use your mouth to fulfill me, as you've done many times before."

"Pappa, forgive me for saying this, but I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about." Red said to him with a look of confusion on her pretty face. "I've never shared any intimate encounters with you, and with you being my pappa and all, I think it would be a very immoral thing for the two of us to do...A sin."

The gaze of her father's seemed to harden and the old man's face wrinkled with his dulled teeth taking shape of a tight grit. "You lie to me, girl! You lie to me about the moments we've shared together! You're just ashamed of yourself for the slut you are; for the moments you sucked my cock, saying my name in between moans as you slurped and slobbered all over of it."

Red took a step back from him and drew her arms closer to her body, hugging herself.

She was trying not to feel any fear or intimidation from her aged father, but she couldn't help but become afraid when she heard the ominous sound that was now in his voice...And the way that his teeth were so tightly grinding together while he continued to look at her face.

"Y-you've been drinking again, haven't you, Pappa?"

"Don't you pull that shit on me, you whore!" Her father snapped. He grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her towards him; his hot breath hitting her face as his breathing deepened.

"You're going to suck it like a good little girl and drink every drop."

"P-Pappa! You're not in your right mind." Red, now trembling, continued.

"So you think your pappa is senile, do you? Well, I may be old, my dear Red, but senile I'm not! You can try to deny all the facts in my face but it isn't going to change a thing, nor will it make them untrue."

Her father threw her backwards onto the ground and grabbed her by the tiny skirt that left her backside exposed to the world.

He was grabbing at her panties and his finger was nearly poking into her entrance, causing Red to scream in fear of what he was attempting to do.

"I work hard every day, little Red. And you try to deny me the simple pleasures in this life that a hard-working man like me deserves? You should be obedient and do everything that you are asked, girl! I am your pappa."

"P-Pappa, please, no! Stop this, this isn't right. P-please, Pappa!"

He poked his index finger against Red's panty-covered entrance and the brunette began to sob lightly as she clawed at the ground with her fingers, trying her earnest to get away from her intoxicated father who was being fueled by his depravity of sexual intercourse.

"Stop struggling, Red. I know you want your pappa's cock, and that's all right. Stop acting like you don't want it, Red...I know you do, I know how wet you're getting right now just from the thought of it slipping into your young body."

"P-Pappa...Please!" Red had spotted a rock just in the upper corner by the door of the shack, just a few inches away from her hand. It was a rock that looked very heavy and could be used to conk someone over the head if they held it in their hand.

He pulled her towards her as she was reaching for the rock and pulled her panties down her thighs to reveal her hairy cave. He then licked his cracked lips, his tongue touching the dirty and matted hair that had remnants of the spirits he had just drank, as well as the previous night's desert and dinner.

"Oh...So young...So very ripe and so untouched by anyone but your pappa."

"P-Pappa...Please forgive me." Red mumbled under her breath as she grabbed the rock. She then, as he went to insert his erection into her, reached back and struck him right over the forehead with the rock and her father fell backwards onto the ground with a large knot on his forehead.

There was tears falling down the bottom of her eyelids as Red pulled her panties back up. She wanted to check on her father to see if he was still breathing after the blow she gave him with the rock, but Red was still so shaken up from the fact her own father attempted to rape her, that instead, she just took off running back to her house with the shed door hanging open and her father just lying backwards with his arms stretched out forward.

Red raced into the house; her big tits heaving up and down through the tiny little dress. And she darted towards the windowsill where the pie was, took it down, and bolted to her bedroom where her wicker-basket was. She then emerged from her room with her wicker-basket and inserted the pie into it and closed the lid and then just ran out of the door as fast as she could, ignoring her mother who was calling her name for whatever reason. And she ran as fast as she could from the house, in fear of a possibility that her father may wake up and just came after her again with his sexual advances.

Red's tits jiggled and bounced around the cups of her red dress with each rushing step that she took as the woods' path was coming into her view while she ran towards them as fast as she could. It was only when Red had reached the woods and she her foot had taken its first step towards the grass surrounding the first tree on her right that she slowed down and put a cease to her panicking rush.

Although she was brought to a state of peace of mind from getting so far away from her house, Red still couldn't help but cry a little as the images of his hands pulling down her panties and trying to probe her slit, flashed through her mind.

Given that Red was blessed with a small frame, and a rather short build, she was able to use this to her advantage. Because you see, Red's family wasn't particularly wealthy as one may easily assume, and it was for this reason that the family really didn't have many different changes of wardrobe and each of them were forced to re-wash their clothes every night before bed, where they would then merely wear underwear or nightclothes until their day-wear was ready. And so, Red still wore the little red hood and dress she had been wearing since she was a little girl. Only now, due to her matured body and her full growth, Red's outfit didn't cover very much and skin was aplenty on her.

Her tits spilled forth from the top, the skin barely even contained by the red dress' cups, and only half being covered up, with her big nipples safe from view with the exception of just a very faint tease of pink that could only be seen if someone was staring intensely.

Her butt was exposed thanks to the dress that was now so small that it offered very little coverage to her juicy backside, and this went without saying that the white panties she wore were on display, riding up into her crack and creating a tight wedge that many had ogled.

She was a tad plump from the lifestyle that she lived. She by no means had the appearance of Mrs. Wintersby who looked as if she had consumed two adult chickens on a daily basis with an additional hog on a plate and who's chin looked akin to that of a turkey. But she was a bit filled out and she wasn't as sickly looking as some women. Her hands were a bit large, arms were thicker at the forearm, elbow and bicep, and her legs matched the thickness of her arms. Her stomach, while not as rotund as that of Mrs Wintersby's husband, also wasn't quite flat. The plumpness almost gave her the appearance of a pear.

She had often theorized that if she hadn't always engaged upon such long walks through the woods to visit her grandmother and helped her father from time to time with his work, she probably would have reached the state that Mrs. Wintersby and her children had hit and would have been carrying around plenty of excess weight on both her body and in her face. And while Red wasn't concerned for appearances and certainly wasn't one to judge someone based off of the differences of their said appearances, she was glad she hadn't hit that point and kept a healthy weight that also helped her fight off the cold on long winter's nights when the air nipped throughout the house.

Red's was what would be considered a size 14.

As the trees continued to grow in numbers around her and the sun began to melt into the green tops, Red was slowly forgetting about the event that just took place and she had a smile that was growing on her face.

"Hopefully I made this pie to grandma's liking." Red said to herself as her eyes glanced down briefly towards the wicker-basket. "I still have such a long ways to go before I can ever hope to match her cooking ability...But I just hope that I did a half decent job on this pie."

Despite her skill with her cooking, there was times that Red still doubted her ability to make delicious treats. But given those who had came before her, such as her mother and grandmother who both were quite a few steps ahead of her, how could she not feel inferior to their baking abilities? The only one who she never felt worried about giving sweets to and being out-classed by those two, was Thomas who assured her every time that she was his favorite cook out of the three of them.

She soon came to the crossing of the forest trees which was instantly recognizable to any who came there thanks to the large pile of rocks that surrounded each of the sides of the grassy and dirt-covered path. A few of the surrounding trees had been attacked by lightning a few months ago when a bad storm had hit, and these trees were half leaning over to the side, being held up by only a few strong roots while the others were destroyed by the strike of lightning.

"Take the path to the North and follow it all the way until reaching the creek." Red thought out loud.

She resumed her trip to her grandmother's house and took the Northern dirt-path.

The only thing was, it was on the Northern path where many had complained and report sightings of wolves who had attacked travelers who made their trips back and forth from this part of the woods. Some of those encounters with the wolves had turned out to be fatal, while others were nearly fatal but the victims had luckily survived...Only to mysteriously disappear from the villagers and towns altogether.