The Bite

The call came in at 9pm one night. “Ethan, I’m so sorry to call so late! Is Kellie awake? I tried calling her first.” The call was from Kellie’s sister, Kristin who sounded a bit distraught.

“No, she’s been asleep for a bit, is everything ok?”

“Ummm… yes. I’m super sorry to bug you. It’s just that something is in my backyard! I hate having to call!”

“Yikes, like a person?”

“No! It sounds like an animal but definitely not a cat!”

“Shit! I’ll be right there!”, I responded and grabbed my keys heading for the garage. I had just finished a swim and had put on some linen pants and a tshirt, but hadn’t put on any underwear. Fuck it, I thought. Priority was to get over there quickly. Thankfully she lived only 5 minutes away.

I’d always had a bit of a thing for my sister-in-law. I didn’t blame myself too much… Although a year younger than my wife, they were practically twins and my wife was extremely attractive to me. Kellie was extremely fit (more like ripped) from her daily workouts, and had muscles rippling pretty much everywhere on her 125lb body. Her breasts were 34b and she had a very flat stomach and was about 5’5”.

The only major difference between them was that Kristin had blue eyes and was MUCH more petite at under 5’ and around 95lbs (I guessed) with very small but perky breasts that I estimated to be about 28a. I had definitely noticed her lithe figure almost every time I was around her. Despite being in her early 30’s she looked like an 18 year old. I knew I was in the minority of guys in the world that are into petite girls with small breasts, but the smaller and more petite the better, in my opinion.

The other thing that I found slightly arousing was that according to my wife she had never had a boyfriend. She seemed a bit self conscious about her size and was too suspicious and private to even consider online dating.

As soon as I finished the short drive and got to the front door, Kristin opened it wearing a robe that briefly swung open as she backed up to let me in, momentarily revealing a VERY tight white tank top and some very hot looking baby blue boy short style panties. Her hair was a bit damp and she looked like she had just gotten out of the shower. I froze for a second at the doorway and thought to myself, god damn she is fucking CUTE. At 6’4” and over 200lbs I dwarfed her completely. I had hugged her a few times in the past and she barely came up to my chest without standing on the tips of her toes.

As I walked in, I immediately asked “Is it still there?? Did you get a look at it? What is it?”

“Yes I think so! I shined a light and saw the reflection of some eyes close to the ground! I’m so sorry to have to call you, but this is a bit scary!”

“No problem at all! Uhhh… flashlight?” She handed it to me. I tried to sound brave, but based on her de***********ion I wasn’t looking forward to scaring off something wild in the dark. The porch light was on, and squinting out of the back window and shining the light I couldn’t make out anything at all from where I stood. “Do you have a broom inside?”

“Yes, in the closet, I’ll get it.” She rushed into the pantry and forgot to hold her robe, exposing what was underneath briefly again, which I was grateful for. She was back almost immediately and handed me the broom.

I felt a bit ridiculous armed with a flashlight and a broom, but definitely didn’t want to appear to be cowardly, so I opened the door and headed into the backyard.

I swung the flashlight in an arc to look around and still didn’t see anything. After taking a few steps and feeling more confident it was probably just a cat, I decided to start on the left and check out the perimeter of her decent sized backyard. She still had the door open, so I spoke back over my shoulder just loud enough for her to hear, “close the door just in case!” Which she did.

I made a full round through the yard and didn’t see anything so I headed back toward the back door. As I did I heard a rustling sound behind the shed in the corner of the yard, but at that exact moment I also noticed Kristin standing at the back window about 15 feet from me with the robe open again. Unfortunately I noticed the horrified look on her face as heard a scurrying sound behind me and almost simultaneously I felt a searing sharp pain on my back left calf.

“Fuck!!!”, I shouted in pain while swinging the broom hard behind me and trying to swing around. At that exact moment I swung around, I took a step hitting the broom and fell to the ground. The flashlight landed exactly in the direction of the thing scurrying away and I briefly caught site of something that looked about the size of a cat… only bigger and with completely black fur. It was sickly emaciated looking but sinewy. The thing ran to the corner of the yard.

Kristin opened the door shouting, “Oh my god!!!”

“Stay there!”, I turned and shouted at her and she immediately froze with a concerned look on her face.

Turning my attention back to the creepy weird cat thing I noticed it turn around away from me and jump up on top of the block wall in one quick motion, jump down the other side of the wall and then ran down the alley away from us. What seemed like an eternity was actually probably under 30 seconds.

“Ughhhh…” I groaned, rolling into a sitting position. Grabbing the broom I started to prop myself up and looked in Kristin’s direction and she was standing exactly where she was before. “A little help?” I said a bit embarrassed at having to ask. She seemed to snap out of it, immediately rushed over, and helped stabilize me as I got up. “Holy shit! Are you ok???”

“I don’t know yet, help me inside.”, I groaned.

She got me to a chair at the kitchen table and I sat down in one of the chairs. “Your leg!!”, she noticed the lower area of my left pant leg had more than a little blood on it.