Doberman, your father named Morgan was a stern patriarch of the house who made sure both his son's always kept up with their studies. He had adopted you when you were six and you've come to know him better than anyone else in your life. He was well fit for his age, being 48 but still his pecs swelled under his tank top and his exposed arms bulged with each movement. His mid section had gone pretty flabby due to all the late night games involving beer, but that's about where his dad bod ended. He wore a size too small pair of plaid pajama pants that hugged his thighs and ass, giving him a permanent wedgie and leaving little to the imagination of what his junk looks like. You looked back up at his face where green eyes glanced at you as he rounded the couch. His ears were cropped and his black and brown muzzle had flecks of white on it to signify his years. He slid past where you were, his stubby tail standing erect over his globular pajama clad rear as he began to sit down on the cushion next to you. It took some willpower not to jump over and get sat on by your godly dad, you had 'slipped' before just to get under him. He was usually lax when it came to instances like that, often laughing them off or play with you for a minute or two to 'teach you a lesson', but you enjoyed it too much and you desired more of it sometimes. When he got settled, you both didn't say anything as he continued watching some gameshow. After an hour or so passed, the front door opened and in walked your older brother Joseph walked in with a book bag slung over one shoulder, and you began to admire him too.
Joe was 23 and in his fourth year of college, where he also was a member of the football(american) team, making your dad prideful and you a bit jealous. He was as tall as his father and had the same fur color and build, only difference was Joe was more fit and his fur was more vibrant than his dad's. He walked by behind the couch and went to his room, probably to change you assumed, you went back to your studying when a vibration shook your couch cushion.
"Ugh dad gross." You say staring up at your dad, who glanced at you with one eyebrow raised.
"What? Burritos never sit well with me. Besides no one told you to study right next to me." He said looking back at the TV.
"You told me, you won't let me do it in my room because you don't trust that I'd do it." You say giving him a irritated look. Your 'room' was really just a dresser drawer in your dad's room, with a ladder built in to help you in and out, though your dad usually carried you out. Your dad narrowed his eyes while smiling .
"Oh right. Haha oh well." He said chuckling as he went back to watching TV. Joe slipped back in the room and took a second looking at something on his phone before taking a seat. You looked up at him, he had decided pajamas were overrated tonight and was just wearing a pair of neon green bikini briefs. His abs rippled with muscle and his pecs slowly heaved with each breath he took. His underwear simply covered the skin as the material was so thin every crease in your brothers sheath and balls could be seen through the fabric. His thighs and calves were huge and could easily crush a human house between them. He finally looked up to see his dad on the left seat and you in the middle so he took a seat on the right side of you before smiling and leaning down too you.
"Heya Shrimp! Studying as usual I see, haha!" He said as he took a finger and pressed your upper body into the couch firmly before rocking it back and forth over you a couple times. Your dad smacked his hand off you and you got up sputtering and scowled at him. He smiled back, obviously wanting to play with you more but your dad would interfere. Despite the rough greeting, you and Joe loved each other, and often he liked to play wrestle and pin you with different parts of him, his bulge, his butt, his chest, all the while taunting you and not letting up until you acknowledged how great the said area you were under was great and mock worship it a bit. You sometimes relented just to stay underneath him longer. You left your thought only for him to still be staring at you, waiting on you to make your retort at him. You didn't want to anger your dad so you went back to reading your textbook. After a few seconds you heard Joe huff before he threw a leg over his knee and began playing on his phone. The family trio sat in silence for awhile before.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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