Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
“Okay,” he agreed.
“Good Pup. You may start.”
Brody grasped hold of his dick with his hand, hesitant at first. But then Autumn leaned over the bath to take his mouth with hers, easing his embarrassment.
The Fox started cleaning him. He seemed to be paying particular attention to his nipples.
Holy hell.
“Get up on your knees and lean against the side facing away from me, boy,” the Fox told him.
It was a massive bath with plenty of room for him to move. He felt the cloth run along his back and then move to his thighs. Brody ran his hand up and down his dick. So close.
The Fox’s hand cupped his balls, cleaning them gently.
Christ.
Close. So close.
The Fox ran a wet finger between his ass cheeks, then pressed it into his asshole. Brody moaned as he came, shuddering as the Fox pushed the tip of his finger in and out of his ass.
God. That was so good. He rested against the side of the bath, breathing deeply.
“Good boy. Let’s get you both dressed now and have some playtime.”
The Fox helped him out and even dried him off. Then he had them wait in the bathroom while he got them some clean clothes. Brody pulled faces at Autumn to entertain her, making her giggles fill the room.
“Right, let me get our girl dressed first so we don’t have an accident,” the Fox said, holding up her training pants which made both Autumn and Brody blush. “Then I’ll help you get dressed, Pup.”
“I don’t need help, Papa,” he said in a surprisingly young-sounding voice.
“Today you do.” He dressed Autumn first, then helped Brody into a pair of gray sweatpants and a Spiderman T-shirt.
“Gotta use the toilet,” he said as the Fox picked Autumn up.
“Come find me in the playroom and I’ll put this back on.” The Fox picked up the cock cage.
Just awesome. He’d get right on that.
Ten minutes later, he walked into the playroom to find Autumn giggling as the Fox tickled her tummy as she lay on the floor. Freddy Fox was drying on a towel nearby.
“Ahh, there you are, Pup. Thought I was going to have to come find you.”
Yeah, he’d thought about hiding.
“Come here. And let’s get this back on.”
He strode over to them.
“Down with your pants.”
He hadn’t bothered with boxers. Although he’d noticed that Autumn had some interesting-looking ones on today. The Fox fitted the cage back on his cock.
Damn, his stupid dick was stirring again.
Stop it, idiot.
But then the Fox got the cage situated and drew his pants back up.
“Watch baby girl while I get her bottle, please? Then we’ll play with your Legos.”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Such a good baby boy.”
43
Brody sat with Autumn on the floor. His legs were outstretched, and she was sitting between them with her back leaning against his chest.
She sucked on her pacifier, wondering if she’d ever felt so light.
“Want me to turn on the bubble machine, Tutu?”
She nodded. Oh, yes. That sounded like fun.
He moved away from her, helping her lie down without thumping her head. As bubbles flew through the air, she clapped her hands in excitement.
Brody grinned down at her. “Want me to catch you a bubble, Tutu?” Without waiting for a reply, he started chasing after them.
Deciding that looked like fun and that her legs might be up to crawling, she rolled onto her hands and knees and started chasing after the bubbles. Squeals of excitement escaped her and her pacifier fell from her lips.
She scrambled after a big bubble, opening her mouth to see if she could catch it on her tongue.
“You’re not supposed to eat them, Tutu!” Brody told her with a laugh.
He was grinning at her as she chased after another one, her tongue out.
“What is she doing?” the Fox asked, walking up to Brody with her bottle.
“Trying to catch a bubble, I think.”
The Fox shook his head, but he was smiling. “What will you do once you catch it, baby girl? You can’t eat it.”
Silly Daddy. She wasn’t going to eat it.
She got one, and it popped in her mouth.
Ew. Yuck.
She plopped back on her bottom with a cry. With her hand, she tried to scrape the taste from her mouth. Get it out!
“Come here, baby. Didn’t taste very good, did it?” the Fox crooned.
She looked up at the Fox with tears in her eyes. Then she raised her arms and he picked her up, carrying her to the chair by her desk.
“We need a rocking chair in here as well,” he said as he sat on the chair with her sideways on his lap. He put the nipple to her mouth and she sucked in delight.
A coffee-flavored protein drink. Yum, yum.
“Pup, get the Legos out. We’ll play after Autumn has finished her bottle.”
Brody’s face lit with excitement. “Okay, Papa!”
Frustration filled Brody.
Why couldn’t he get this last bit to work? The Legos creation was enormous, and it looked amazing.