The Family

The sun was warm on your fur as you stretched out on the living room floor, halfway dozing off. Things were quiet, for once. Peaceful. Until, right on cue...

Josh! I swear to GOD if you have my charger! Lily’s voice shot through the house like a bullet. You lifted your head just in time to hear a door slam down the hall.

Hey! Quit slamming doors! David called from the kitchen, sounding like a man already on his second cup of coffee and out of patience.

Elena passed by with a laundry basket, humming softly. She gave you a quick pat on the head. Morning, sweetheart. she said like she always did, like she hadn’t just stepped into a war zone.

Then Josh came sprinting in, socks sliding on the floor, grinning like a little gremlin. He dropped to the ground next to you and scratched behind your ears. Hey bud...whose a good boy!

You weren’t sure what he did, but based on the angry footsteps and Lily yelling. MOM! He stole my charger. AGAIN! you had a good guess.

Same house. Same chaos. Same family.

You just laid there, tail thumping once. You might not be able to talk, but everyone still talked to you.

Josh flops onto the couch next to you, breathing hard like he just ran a marathon. He didn’t. Just chasing his own echo down the hallway again.

His hand lands on your head with a light pat. Hey, buddy. You thump your tail once against the cushion. That’s all he needs.

I think I’m grounded, Dad said I have to ‘think about my choices. I don’t even remember what I did.

He shifts, feet up on the coffee table, crusted mud still stuck to his ankles.

I told Lily her room smells like feet. That’s not even an insult. That’s just true. He snorts.

You rest your head on his leg. He starts absently petting you again. The room settles. Just Josh, you, and the buzz of the fridge in the kitchen. After a while, Josh mutters Glad you don’t talk back.

He keeps petting.

The sound of creeking grabs your attention to Josh's room. The door is cracked open enough for you to nose it the nest of the way

you pad your way inside, a sight all to familiar, he's sitting on the edge of his bed, pantless, only in his blue t-shirt. His hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly, his eyes are squeezed shut, likely trying his best to imagine some crush of his, he's a teen in puberty after all.

You pad a little too close apparently and he notices you, his eyes shooting open and he closes his legs a little, like modesty around the dog matters and shoos you away come on rufus...git! Go on! Get out...

knowing he rarely enforces his commands you dont initially listen, but as soon as you see the gears turning in his head you turn to leave and he speaks wait boy! C'mere... he opens his legs a bit more, letting his cock drape lazily over his balls

Lily’s sitting on the floor by the window, arms crossed, eyes half-rolling at whatever noise is coming from the kitchen. She barely glances your way, like you’re just part of the furniture.

You settle down beside her anyway. She doesn’t move, just lets out a long sigh and leans her back against the wall.

After a few minutes, she shrugs and absentmindedly pats your head once, barely enough to notice.

You’re kinda annoying she mutters without looking at you.

You stay still. She doesn’t seem to mind. She pulls her knees up and stares out the window like she’s somewhere far away.

with everyone else either gone from the house or busy you pad around the house looking for attention, lily's door is usually closed but it seems like it wasnt latched fully because when you pushed it, it opened. For a moment you see her lost in the moment on the edge of her bed, only in a yellow t-shirt with her eyes squeezed shut, her legs spread wide and her finger restlessly rubbing over her folds

although you initially saw her lost in the moment she quickly realizes the door got pushes open and her knees slam shut, covering whatever she was doing with her hand between her thighs, her face beat red

Ag-! YOU! GET OUT YOU STUPID MUTT! all too used to her yelling, you just ignore it and walk closer, still wanting attention, she huffs and pants at you as you get closer.

standing near her for a few seconds she just stares at you, an angry look. You realize no attention will be found here and turn to leave

Wait! You...stupid dog... come here buddy you turn and see a more flustered look on her face as she spreads her legs once more, looking at you like she got the best idea

You’re stretched out on the kitchen floor while David wipes down the counters, humming something you don’t recognize. The smell of lemon cleaner fills the air.

Elena’s in the laundry room, sorting clothes with practiced efficiency. She calls out without turning around Did you remember to take the trash out?

David pauses, rubbing his neck. Almost forgot. I’ll get it after this.

You roll onto your side, eyes half-closed, soaking in the calm that comes between the chaos.

Elena steps into the kitchen, folding a shirt as she talks. Sometimes I swear, I’m the only one who actually keeps this place running.

David laughs, shaking his head. You’re the glue.

She glances down at you and smirks. And you’re our furry little helper, right?

You wag your tail once, happy to be part of the crew even if it’s just as the quiet observer.

The door’s half open. You nudge it the rest of the way with your nose and step in without hesitation.

The air is hot, heavy with the scent of sweat, skin, and something thick and primal. The bed’s moving hard, sheets twisted, David braced over Elena, hips driving slow and deep between her thighs.

He sees you first. Hey...go on, get outta here... he pants, glancing over his shoulder with a strained look

You pause at the foot of the bed, ears twitching, tail giving a slow wag. dont you have something more important to focus on~ Elena murmurs, voice low and breathy, one hand gripping David’s wrist, the other still hooked tight around his back.

David hesitates, but she pulls him down again with a soft moan against his neck, her thighs tightening around his waist. You lie down on the rug, chin on your paws. The bed creaks harder.