Fox, Brody, and Autumn
The Fox stood by the internal garage door, waiting for his Pup and Bunny to appear. He would have helped get them ready, but they’d been squeezed for time and he couldn’t guarantee that he’d be able to keep his hands off them.
Brody appeared first. He was wearing a pair of green shorts and a white T-shirt with the image of a fox holding a bunny and a puppy.
Autumn had gotten them all the same T-shirts last Christmas.
The Fox grasped hold of him by the back of the neck and drew him in for a deep kiss. When he drew back, Brody was smiling dreamily. They both turned as Autumn walked toward them. She was dressed in denim cutoff shorts and a cropped gray T-shirt with the American flag on the front.
She looked utterly gorgeous.
Autumn gave them a nervous look. “Is this okay to wear to a barbecue? It’s not showing off too much skin?”
Brody stiffened next to him as the Fox held up his finger and did a twirling motion for her to turn around.
“I can go change,” she said quickly as she spun. “I won’t take long. If you don’t like what I’m wearing.”
“Do you like what you’re wearing?” the Fox asked, genuinely curious. He didn’t quite understand why she was so worried. Surely, she must like what she had on, or she wouldn’t have chosen it.
“Well, yes. But I wasn’t sure if you guys would.”
“Baby, you can wear whatever the fuck you want when we leave the house. If anyone looks at you funny, Daddy knows how to maim and kill.”
Autumn’s mouth dropped open as he grabbed both of their hands and led them out toward the car. Brody was grinning for some reason.
There were still times when he didn’t quite understand these two. But that kept life interesting.
“Come along, we’re late. I don’t like to be late. You miss things when you’re late. It’s always better to be early. The early bird catches the worm. Although Brody had the worm this morning. Not really a worm. More of a snake. An anaconda.”
“Are you calling your dick an anaconda?” Brody asked.
The Fox helped Brody into his seat first, pulling the seatbelt across and checking that it was working. Then he led Autumn around to the other side. She had a special car seat. Grasping her around the waist he lifted her into the seat, buckling her in before getting into the driver’s seat.
He turned to them both. “Now, would I call my dick that?”
“Yes,” they both answered.
Damn right he would.
“Well, what would the two of you call it?” he asked as he drove toward Ink and Betsy’s house. “A hotdog? A hose? No, I’m not sure I like it being called a hose, Brody. Yeah, don’t call it a hose.”
“I didn’t call it a hose,” Brody pointed out. “You did.”
“What about you, Bunny? What would you call my cock?” he asked
“Delicious,” Autumn said quietly.
“Good answer,” the Fox drawled. “You just might get to come tonight, now.”
“I wasn’t going to get to come?” Autumn asked. “That doesn’t seem very nice.”
“Well, you were just punished,” the Fox told her.
He looked in the rearview mirror to see her shifting around in her special seat. Obviously, her bottom was still tender from her spanking.
“Now what are the rules while we’re out of the house?” the Fox asked.
“We are to stay in your eyesight at all times,” Autumn repeated. “And if you have to leave, we stick by Duke or Ink.”
“I don’t see why I have to,” Brody said. “I go to work on my own.”
“I always have eyes on you, though,” the Fox told him as he drew up outside Ink and Betsy’s house. “Remember, I’m always watching.”