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Bradley and Tori made the most of their two weeks together with little Martin. As Bradley had hoped, they continued sleeping together, but the young wolf found that he enjoyed actually being a family together more than sheer, carnal lust. Tori saw her husband to be go from wallowing in despair when he was informed he was a father, to actually loving having a little one to take care of. Such was Bradley's paternal instinct that he would get up in the middle of the night to feed, change and comfort little Martin, insisting that Tori go back to sleep. The vixen always went back to sleep, a smile of contentment showing on her face.

But their happy lives might come to an abrupt halt, because today was the day that Martin and Julia McGregor would be coming home from their vacation in Australia. They were certainly not expecting to be told that their almost fourteen year old son was a father.

Bradley watched little Martin crawling around on the living room floor while Tori was busy in the kitchen making them some lunch. Bradley marveled at the joyful innocence his son displayed, giggling, squealing and enjoying his life as a cub. Bradley bent down and picked his son up, holding him high as he spoke to an imaginary crowd.

"Ladies and gentleman, here in the red corner, I present to you the greatest fighter to ever live. He's the son of Bad Ass Bradley McGregor, grandson of Mighty Martin McGregor. He's knocked out every opponent whose ever stepped into the ring with him. He is the undefeated, undisputed heavyweight champion of the world, here is Merciless Martin McGregor!"

Little Martin giggled hysterically at his father's antics. The young wolf looked at his son with love that only a father could. He saw the future for little Martin, and he wanted the folf cub to achieve everyone of his dreams. He would die for his son!

"Are you boys having fun?" asked Tori before giving Bradley a kiss.

"Of course," said Bradley. "I'm just showing little Martin that he's got a bright, glorious future ahead of him. He's going to be the heavyweight champion of the world one day!"

"Oh, I don't think so!" said Tori, snatching the folf cub away from Bradley. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt my baby!"

Bradley chuckled, then whispered into his son's ear. "Don't worry, little guy. We'll get Mom to come around sooner or later! You're a McGregor, that means you're a fighter!"

Tori shook her head, unable to resist laughing at her fiance. "I just came out here to let you know that lunch is ready."

"Good. I'm starving," said Bradley as he rubbed his stomach.

In the kitchen, Tori had prepared a home made lasagna along with garlic bread and a vegetable salad. Bradley sat down at the table, but not before Tori got after him for his bad table manners.

"I didn't see you wash your paws," said the vixen.

"Yes, dear!" pouted Bradley. He left the kitchen to go to the restroom to wash his paws. He returned, his paws clean and his stomach still empty.

"Is that better?" asked Bradley, presenting his paws for inspection.

"Much better," said Tori. "How does everything look?"

"It looks wonderful," said Bradley, leaning in to give the vixen a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sure it's going to taste wonderful too!"

Bradley didn't waste anytime piling the piping hot lasagna on his plate and picking up a few slices of garlic bread. He usually wasn't much for salad, but Tori had bought some Ranch dressing at the store only the day before, and Bradley was quite partial to that. The young wolf plowed through his food like there was no tomorrow.

"No need to wolf it down so fast," remarked Tori with a grin.

"Hey," said Bradley, his lips smeared with pasta sauce. "No jokes about the species of your son's father!"

"Fine, fine," said Tori. "The same goes for the species of the mother of your son!"

"I wouldn't joke about you, my foxy lady," said Bradley in a suave voice as he slipped his paw underneath the table, landing it on Tori's thigh. Surprised by the move, the vixen playfully slapped his paw away.

"You're awful," laughed Tori.

The couple continued eating until both were completely stuffed. Tori went out to the living room to check on little Martin in his play pen before returning to the kitchen to assist Bradley with clean up. As Bradley scrubbed away at the pots and pans, he looked over at the microwave's clock. He sighed dishearteningly.

"Mom and Dad will be home in a couple of hours," he remarked. "I have a feeling things are going to get really ugly for a while."

"Yeah," said Tori, drying their plates. "I hope they're more understanding than my parents."

"I hope so too," sighed Bradley. "That reminds me, after we're done with this, do you wanna go back to my room for a little romp in the hay? I only ask because Mom is probably going to castrate me when she finds out that she has a grandson."

"I'd like that, but you used up the last condom in the house," said Tori.

"Oh," said Bradley, "Well, you could always suck my dick."

Tori's jaw dropped at the wolf's suggestion, flicking soapy water at him.

"Hey!" snapped Bradley. "What was that for?"

"It was for you being so disgusting!" answered Tori.

"So, you're not going to suck my dick?" asked Bradley, looking like a sad puppy dog.

"No!" snapped Tori once more. "Not if you keep asking!"

"Okay, I'll shut up," agreed Bradley.

The two finished the remainder of the dishes, draining the water from the sink and rinsing it out thoroughly before Tori left the kitchen. Bradley was busy rooting around through the frig, trying to find something to drink. Tori stomped her foot down impatiently.

"If you want me to do that, you'd better get in the bedroom now," said Tori.

Bradley stopped what he was doing instantly. Slamming the refrigerator door and knocking off several magnets in the process. Running into his room, he stood at the foot of his bed, only to have Tori push him and send him flying down on his back. The young wolf watched eagerly as the vixen crawled up on the bed. Looking like some beast stalking it's unsuspecting prey, she put her paws on his shorts and slowly, sensually undid his belt before pulling his shorts and underwear off. Bradley watched in silence as the vixen grabbed hold of his cock and pumped at it. The young wolf groaned at her touch, but never once averted his gaze from in between his legs. With his member now sufficiently at attention, the vixen lowered her muzzle on it, giving the head several soft, teasing licks. The vixen's tongue sent electricity surging throughout Bradley's body, making him want to climax, but he held back.

Several minutes into the felation, Tori finally opened her mouth to take in Bradley's member, making the young wolf shiver in ecstasy. He watched as the mother of his son worked his member like never before, because up until now, the vixen had never taken him orally. He took his right paw, gliding it softly through the vixen's head fur, letting her knew he was enjoying himself immensely, but as much as he was enjoying himself, he found it increasingly difficult and finally impossible to hold back any longer. His breathing shallow, his head swimming, Bradley cried out as he came into Tori's maw. The vixen continued sucking on his member even after he had climaxed. The young wolf giggled at the over stimulation.

"Cut it out!" he said, squirming. "That tickles!"

Tori stopped sucking, letting the wolf penis slide from her mouth. She grinned at her lover. "So, was that to your liking?"

"Yeah," said Bradley, getting up from the bed and collecting his articles of clothing. "I think you should do that more often."

"Only if you repay the favor," said Tori, sticking her tongue through the pads of her paw. Bradley shot her a wide smirk.

"Gladly," he said, exiting his bedroom.

Three hours later, Bradley heard the sound of the garage door being opened. Looking outside, he saw his parents' car pulling into the driveway. Immediately, the young wolf's heart was beating away like a jackhammer. He had no illusions about how his parents would react to the news, but he was also aware of the reality that it was best to ease them into the news. Desperately, he tried to compose himself. He looked over at Tori, nodding to her before going out to the garage to greet his parents.

"Mom, Dad!" exclaimed the young wolf at seeing his parents for the first time in two weeks. "How was Australia?"

"It was wonderful," said Julia, pulling one of her suitcases out of the trunk. "The people there are so friendly, and the scenery is just gorgeous!"

"What did you think, Dad?" asked Bradley.

"Loved it," said Martin, handing off a suitcase to his son. "Perth was a little on the dull side, but I could live in Melbourne or Sydney."

"And Tasmania?"

"Ah, lots of mountains there!" chuckled Martin. "Still, very picturesque."

Bradley eagerly assisted his parents in bringing their luggage inside. Bradley remembered that his mother said she would bring him back something nice, but given the circumstances, he decided against mentioning anything about it.

"Ah, Tori," said Julia, admiring little Martin in her arms. "How's this little guy?"

"He's fine, Mrs. McGregor," said the vixen politely. "I hope you enjoyed your trip."

"Very much so," said the she wolf. "Bradley, I hope you were nice to little Martin here."

Bradley opened his mouth to speak, but Tori beat him to the punch. "Bradley was absolutely wonderful with little Martin, Mrs. McGregor. He's fed him, changed him, gotten up in the middle of the night to attend to him. He's just the greatest."

"Bradley," said Mrs. McGregor, honestly stunned at her son's responsible behavior. "You've been acting very mature. I'm proud of you."

"Gee," said the young wolf nervously. "Thanks . . . Mom."

Martin and Julia sat down in the living room with Bradley and Tori, regailing the two with their tales of vacationing in Australia. Bradley and Tori did their utmost to keep the conversation going on, asking as many questions as possible about the trip, but even that had its limits. Looking over at the clock, Martin stood up, yawning loudly.

"I think I need to take a little nap!" he exclaimed, scratching at the back of his head. "Thank you for helping us out, Tori."

"Um, Dad," said Bradley, thinking he might drop dead of a heart attack at any moment.

"Yeah?" yawned Martin.

"Tori and I need to talk to you about something," said Bradley. "You. . . you might want to have a seat."

"Okay," said Martin, sitting back down in his recliner. "What happened? You two didn't kill somebody, did you?"

"No," said Bradley. "Dad, what I'm going to tell you is going to change our lives forever from this point out. You see . . . um . . . last summer when Tori was here, she and I got along really well."

"Very well," repeated Tori.

"We never intended this to happen, but Dad. Wow, there's no easy way to say this. Dad . . . Tori and I had sex."

Bradley watched as his parents eyes grew exponentially in size, obviously shocked by their son's sudden revelation. Martin crossed his leg before sighing. "I see.," said the wolf in a controlled, measured tone.

"Yeah, we did," said Tori.

"Mom, Dad, I would never have told you any of this except for that over there," said Bradley, pointing at little Martin crawling about. "Mom, Dad, little Martin is my son."

Julia put her paws over her mouth; her expression was that of horror. Martin calmly got up and went over to the door. "Tori, I'll help you collect your things so you can go home. Bradley, you need to go to your room."

"But Dad . . ."

"Now," snarled Martin, giving his son the nastiest look he'd ever seen in his life. The young wolf wasted no more time, quickly exiting the living room and going to his bedroom. Bradley sat on his bed, wondering when he'd be allowed to leave, and what his punishment would be.

Bradley spent the next three hours alone in his room. Luckily for him he had all the comforts that twenty-first century technology could offer. He read on his iPad, played video games and kept trying to take his mind off of the inevitable punishment that he would have to endure. He was busy playing "Call of Duty" when he heard a knock on his door.

"Bradley," called his father. "Would you please come out to the living room?"

Bradley shut the game console and television off. Taking a deep breath, he walked out to the living, ready to face his punishment. Martin and Julia were sitting on the couch and pointed to the chair directly in front of them. Bradley took a seat. Trial had now begun at the McCallister residence.

"As you can imagine," Martin started off. "You're mother and I are very disappointed that you've shown very poor judgment regarding what you did with Tori. I'm a little angry that you've been keeping this a secret from us for over a year."

Bradley hung his head in shame. "I'm sorry," he uttered meekly.

"I should hope so," said Mrs. McGregor. "Bradley, you'll be fourteen in two weeks and you already have a son! You've made your father and I grandparents. We're not ready for that yet!"

"I know," said Bradley.

"Bradley," said Martin. "You've seriously altered your life in ways that you can't even imagine right now. Do you know the responsibility that it takes to raise a child? Do you?"

"I'm sure I don't fully understand," Bradley stated.

"That's right. You sure don't." said Martin. "I waited until my career in boxing was over before I met and married your mother, then you came along. I made a conscious decision to do all those things because I decided a long, long time ago that I wanted what was best for my future children. I didn't want them to have to grow up in poverty like I did."

"Bradley, you realize that you're not even old enough to have a full time job yet, right?" asked Julia.

"I understand that," replied the young wolf.

"So how do you plan on supporting a baby?"

"I don't know," said Bradley, feeling tears run down his face. "All I know is that I love Tori and little Martin and I'd do anything for them."

"That's commendable," said Martin. "But you're only going to be in eighth grade. Kind of hard to support a family when you're in school, son."

Martin and Julia went on and on about all the things Bradley had done wrong, how he was far too young to be a father, how Tori had taken advantage of him. The meeting ended with Bradley running back to his room, crying his eyes out.

That night, Martin and Julia were watching television in there bedroom. Neither one of them had managed any sleep. Their minds were to preoccupied with having come home to learn that they were now grandparents. Martin sighed, clicking the television off and looking at his wife.

"I think we were a little hard on Bradley today, Julia," admitted the male wolf.

"Too hard on him?" repeated Julia in shock. "Martin, he got a girl pregnant!"

"An older girl," Martin reminded her.

"What's that suppose to mean?" asked Julia with a scowl.

"Tori was nineteen when she was over here last summer. Bradley was twelve, so what in the hell were we thinking letting some fine piece of tail like that watch our son for two weeks?"

"Don't be stupid, Martin. You really think we're responsible for this?"

"Well," said the male wolf, looking his wife in the eyes. "I just know that when I was Bradley's age, I would have leaped at the opportunity to get in bed with a girl like Tori."

"I swear," said Julia, shaking her head. "Males are such swine."

"I'm not joking," said Martin. "So, what are we going to do about this whole situation? Bradley's too young to provide for the child himself and it sounds like Tori's parents aren't the most helpful."

"Are you suggesting we take her and the baby in?" asked Julia.

"I am," said Martin. "Bradley made a mistake in judgment, but does he really deserve to be punished for the rest of his life for it?"

Julia sighed deeply. "I don't know, Martin. This is all . . . it's just too much to take in."

"I know, believe me, I know. But you know what? We've got a definite advantage over other parents. How many parents whose teenagers have kids are millionaires?"

"Not many, I'd guess," said Julia.

"That's right. Last time I checked my net worth with my financial adviser, he said I was worth over $200 million! We've got plenty of money, neither one of us have to work. We can spend all the time and money we need to make sure that our grandson has every advantage in the world."

Julia stared at her husband. "You're serious about this, aren't you?"

"I am," said Martin, grasping his wife's paw. "Besides, Tori had the good sense to name him after me!"

Julia rested her head on her husband's shoulder, smiling slightly. "True, and he's just the cutest little cub!"

"Of course he's cute," said Martin, holding his wife tightly. "He's our grandson!"

Bradley waited outside all day. He moved his foot up and down, anxious for Tori and little Martin to arrive. He sighed, thinking that they might never get there, when he saw the familiar image of Tori's car rolling down the street. The young wolf stood up from the swing in the screened in porch. Opening the door, he let it slam shut as the car pulled into the driveway.

"Hey, there, foxy lady," said Bradley, seeing Tori's driver side window rolling down.

"Hey, champ," said Tori, smiling at her boyfriend.

"No," said Bradley, opening up the backdoor of the car and releasing little Martin from his car seat. "This here is the real champion!"

Little Martin giggled and squeaked as he was held high in the air by his father before being brought down and embraced by him. Tori got out of the car, giving Bradley a kiss on the cheek.

"I can't believe your parents actually agreed to this," said the vixen.

"Hey, it's their grandson," said Bradley, smiling at his son. "Isn't that right, little guy?"

Little Martin answered by squealing at this father. With Tori by his side, all three walked towards the door. Bradley felt his vixen put her arm around his neck as he held his son.

"Come on, let's go home. All of us," Bradley said. He opened the door, letting Tori go in first before stepping inside with little Martin. They were beginning their new lives together.