Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 3 – A Careless Injury - Sex Stories

Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 3 – A Careless Injury

... killing me.”

Taylor opened his mouth to interject as she paused thoughtfully before adding her final condition.

“And,” Bella continued with an impish twinkle in her eye, “you'll owe me one dare—a surprise for when I decide to cash in." The unspoken sexual charge hung between them, thick as fog, despite being left unsaid.

“That's too much!” Taylor protested immediately. “You're taking advantage of the situation.”

Bella’s expression turned steely then—her playful demeanor replaced by something more stern as she retorted sharply, “Either that or maybe I'll just tell all my friends about your little accident. Imagine the talks around town.”

Taylor knew he was trapped; Bella held all the cards and wasn't afraid to play them. With great reluctance and unease simmering within him at what that 'dare' might entail down the line—he nodded slowly in acquiescence.

“Alright,” Taylor sighed heavily, the sense of defeat emanating from him. “I'll start on your tasks tomorrow since it's Saturday and we won't have the usual chores.”

Bella nodded, satisfied by his commitment as she folded her arms across her chest. “Good choice,” she said, a half-smirk playing on her lips. “Remember, I expect my room to be spotless and that foot rub to be thorough. And as for the dare…” She let the words hang teasingly in the air—a silent promise of future mischief.

Taylor just shook his head—wondering what he had gotten himself into—and watched Bella saunter away with a bounce in ...

... her step, pleased with the arrangement they'd struck up.

For now, he was off the hook regarding the stain but at what cost? Tomorrow's labor under Bella’s watchful eye would certainly add a twist to their complex summer dynamic…

Taylor spent the remainder of his day absorbed in his chores, each task helping him to temporarily forget the promises he'd made and the potential embarrassment they could bring. However, with the weight of Bella's hold over him gradually lifting as he worked, a new dilemma soon presented itself.

It happened late in the afternoon when Taylor was fixing a section of the fence by the far pasture. The job required hammering in new posts—a routine repair he’d done countless times before. This time though, as fate would have it, an unfortunate swing of the hammer glanced off its target and struck him painfully between his legs.

Crumpling to his knees, Taylor’s hands shot to protect his injured groin while waves of nausea swept over him. Gritting his teeth against sharp throbs emanating from where steel had met flesh unprepared for such a brutal greeting—he realized immediately that this wasn't something minor enough to brush off or handle alone.

Gathering what little strength remained among the swirling dizziness threatening to overwhelm his senses, Taylor hobbled back towards the house seeking assistance there, knowing well who could best provide the medical attention he needed.

Aunt MJ found him doubled over on the porch—her expression ...