Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 2 – Dawn’s Discoveries - Sex Stories

Aunt MJ's Farm - Day 2 – Dawn’s Discoveries

... room, closing the door to give her privacy to finish cleaning up the mess he had made.

Stepping outside, the clear morning air was balmy compared to Taylor’s complex emotions. His first task was solitary—mending a section of fence on the far side of the field where the open space allowed him time alone with his thoughts. Each hammer strike settled his mind bit by bit, matching rhythm with heartbeat now steadying after the morning’s chaos.

Once finished with mending fences, Taylor saw Bella in the distance carrying buckets towards the chicken coop, a shared chore that he knew would bring them together again under much different circumstances than their recent encounter.

The walk over was filled with trepidation—anxious about how they would navigate this new terrain between them. When he arrived, Bella looked up from her task of distributing feed, her eyes briefly flickering to acknowledge today’s punishment without saying a word.

They worked in silence initially, awkwardness hanging heavy around them until finally Bella broke it softly as she scooped grain into another feeder: “So… what happened after I left? This morning got pretty intense.”

Taylor paused, unsure how much to share—or what Bella would think about MJ providing him with the same intimate comfort provided to her last night. He opted for vague honesty: “Yeah, things… they got weird,” he admitted, keeping his gaze focused on pouring feed rather than meeting her probing stare directly.

“Weird ...

... how?” Bella pressed gently but unmistakably curious. Hints of color tinted her cheeks as scenes from earlier played out in her mind, imagining what happened behind closed doors after her departure.

Her question hung unanswered in the air for what felt like an eternity as Taylor grappled with his internal dilemma. Should he disclose the details of the private exchange he had experienced? The weight of it pressed down on him, every passing moment feeling like an hour. Finally, he exhaled and confessed in a conflicted tone.

“I… I don't know if MJ would want me to share,” Taylor admitted, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of clucking chickens and rustling feathers.

Bella observed him closely, her expression a blend of understanding and mischievousness simmering just beneath the surface.

“Did she do something more after I left? Something… comforting?” Bella ventured playfully, raising her eyebrows in a way that hinted at genuine curiosity. Her guess was vague enough to tiptoe around truths while still edging close to uncovering what had transpired in her absence.

Taylor felt his cheeks warm under Bella's probing gaze—the same eyes that had witnessed a glimpse of the morning's complexity, a journey that took them into uncharted territories between discipline and comfort.

Bella chuckled softly, breaking the tension with her playful comment—a wild guess among many possibilities they both knew wouldn't be mentioned outright. "Let me guess… She made you run laps ...