Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 1 - A Return To My Youth - Sex Stories

Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 1 - A Return To My Youth

... of his clothing. The heat from the sun above was nothing compared to the burning in his cheeks—not just those that bore MJ’s red handprints but also those on his face as he recalled her steely gaze and warm thighs.

Focus became key. Hammer in hand, nails between teeth, Taylor worked with a diligence born from a desire not to feel MJ's punishing palm again. But there was more than just MJ’s threat fueling him, it was also about proving himself capable, grown beyond childhood memories that seemed all too close now after their recent interaction.

As he straightened posts and secured wire, sweat beaded on his brow, a physical testament to both labor and lingering embarrassment. That’s when he heard light footsteps against the dry ground and knew before turning who it would be—Bella.

“Fixing it right this time?” she teased, leaning against an unbroken stretch of fence just within earshot but well out of arm's reach. She wore a knowing smirk that said without words she'd heard enough to guess at what had happened inside.

“Yeah,” Taylor replied curtly, trying not to show any reaction, to betray nothing about how her presence made beats skip in a heart already fluttery from earlier events.

“I heard quite a commotion,” Bella continued unabashedly. “You always were Auntie's little troublemaker though I never thought I'd still hear you getting spanked at your age.”

Taylor set another nail with more force than necessary, the thud vibrating up his arm matching turbulence ...

... swirling deep inside where mortification mingled with something else; something undeniably darker yet enticing thanks to Bella’s insinuations.

Her laughter danced airily around him, a sound familiar yet transformed somehow by age and circumstance.

“Need help from your big cousin?” Bella flicked her hair over her shoulder in that nonchalant way she had—her tone laced with mischief as each word dripped like syrup, slow and taunting.

Taylor grunted in response, keeping his eyes locked on his work. “I've got it under control,” he said tersely, hoping his voice didn't betray the uncomfortable shifting inside him.

But Bella wouldn't be deterred easily. With each step closer towards Taylor, every sway of her hips in those cutoff shorts seemed deliberate—a silent siren call stirring things within he would rather leave undisturbed while under Aunt MJ's watchful eye.

She picked up a stray piece of wire as if inspecting it curiously before giving Taylor a look that could only be described as impishly provocative. “Looks like you've got quite the… stamina for work.” Her eyes momentarily darted down past his waist only to meet his gaze again with feigned innocence twinkling there brightly with mischievousness.

Their banter, while reminiscent of their youth, was pulling at threads unwinding the familiar dynamic underlaid with currents that neither fully acknowledged nor pushed aside completely.

However, their playful exchange was cut short when MJ found them together; ...