A Ruff Relationship And A Purrrfect Ending

parents

Peyton p.o.v.

Oh, Isaak! I moan, kicking the sheets off and burying my nose in Isaak's shirt. I kinda turned it into my pillowcase. Now all my dreams have been...moist. I groan at my seasonal "visitor".

I go to take a bath before heading downstairs for breakfast. My mom stood cooking eggs and buttered bread as my father drank some juice and read his daily scripture. Dillan, my little brother, sat at the table across from father.

"Finally joining us for breakfast?" father asks.

"I had to take care of something." I answer sitting down.

"Yeah we all have "something" to "take care of" right dad?" Dillan winks.

"I find it a shame that you give into such shameful...sinful needs. That is why I need to hurry and get you settled down with a woman worth having pups with."

"Like mom?" I ask.

"Oh no. Nothing like your mother." Father says.

"But didn't you mate with her?" Dillan asked, confused.

"I gave into weakness and turned my back to the lord. And now I must own up to my sins and the fruit that it bears."

Mother placed our plates on the table, not making eye contact with anyone. The table suddenly went quiet. Mother and Father never mated during mating season. Now we know why.

"Would you like some sausages sweetheart?" She asks, her voice fragile like she was about to cry.

"Oh yes ma'am. Peyton just loves his sausages. Any shape or size as long as they're meaty enough to keep him full. Right, brother?"

I blush at the comment. I would love to have Isaak's sausage now.

"Is there something you need to tell me, Peyton?" Father says, glancing up from his bible.

"N-no sir!" Yes, father. I like men and lately been considering mating with a male thug.

Father looks at skeptically at me before going back to his scripture.

"Very well, for a moment I thought that one of my sons had became a faggot. That would be a disgrace... an unforgivable sin."

I flinch.

"More bread, dear?" Mother asks, trying to lighten the mood.

"No thank you."

"Whaaat? But Peyton! Look at those warm, soft buns! Don't you just want to sink your teeth into them?" Dillan says.

I glare at him, kicking him under the table.

"Ow! Fine. " he grabs a roll before ripping it in half. "I, for one, can't wait to split this bad boy open and spread something sweet in between them." He winks at me."So pass me the jelly."

I wouldn't mind if Isaak split my buns open and put himself between them... because I was a "bad boy". That would be truly sweet.

"Would you like a glass of milk?"mother asks already filling my glass. I sigh, hurrying. I gulp it down as the white liquid pours down my throat.

Just like you would do if Isaak would gave you his white liquid.

I swallow incorrectly and start to choke, Dillan come to my aid.

"Its okay. Take it nice and slow so you don't choke. Unless your into that." He says in my ear. I slam my hands on the table before storming upstairs into my room.

I slam my face into Isaak's scent, my hands finding their way into my boxers.