Page 2 of Brooklyn & Eden


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“I’ll take the blame. It’ll be worth it.” I chuckle into her neck as I open her blouse to look at her breasts, pushing it over her shoulders. I reach around the back to unhook her bra. I’ve gotten good at doing that without looking.

Things have gotten so much better since she went on the pill a few months back. Now we can be as close as ever with nothing between us. Just how I like it.

“You make everything better,” she breathes. I bend down to kiss her succulent lips.

They’re plump and ready for me, just like everything else.

I grin at her words — she makes me feel ten feet tall. “Scoot back and I’ll make everything better once I’m inside you, E.”

She shuffles back farther, which is easy to do because the bails are all stacked neatly at the same level. There are a few higher bales in the entryway which would hide us to some degree if anyone came by. But at ten o’clock at night, I think we’re pretty safe.

I climb up with one swift movement and lay on the bale beside her with my shirt open and pull her on top of me. She loses her blouse completely and flings her bra behind us but keeps her skirt on. I can't help but gawk, she’s so damned hot. I can just push her underwear aside like I usually do when the urge for a quickie arises. My cock will find his own way there, he knows the way by now.

“Unzip me, babe,” I say.

She fiddles with my buckle, brushing my hardness with her dainty fingers. That’s another thing I love; our size difference. I’m a tall guy, over six feet, broad and strong. Eden is the opposite. She's a little five foot rocket with delicate hands and a slender frame. She’s beautiful beyond belief. An angel sent from heaven just for me. We may be complete opposites, but we fit together so well.

She unzips and my cock springs free, thankful to finally be let out. I’ve been teasing her all afternoon and running my hand up her thigh under the tablecloth at my parents. When my folks both briefly left to clean up the kitchen, my fingers skated right up to her sweet spot where I could feel her moist underwear. I had to stop stroking her so I could let my erection die down; knowing we’d be walking out of there after dessert to find our own privacy.

I tug on it now a few times as she slides her hips toward mine. I hold myself at the base while she sits on my tip and slowly sinks down. This is the connection I love and have loved from the second we first did it.

“Baby,” I groan as I watch. She’s so tight. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world when I nudge into her. Nothing can top this.

“Brookie,” she sighs, squeezing her eyes closed as she adjusts to me seated deep inside her. I want her to ride me fast and hard tonight. We’ve had this pent up frustration over the entire week; both being unable to get time away with one another.

“You feel so good,” I murmur.

“We need to do this more.” She starts to move her hips and I watch in the dark as our bodies mold as one. There is no greater feeling than this.

I chuckle. “You say that every time I’m inside you.”

“That’s because I love it.”

“I told you taking a risk can be fun, baby girl.”

She moans her agreement as I buck my hips into her, watching her tits jiggle above me.

I’ve never seen a sweeter sight.

What I didn’t realize is that my last words here on the hay bale would change things forever. In a way we could never, ever, imagine.

Baby girl.

Just that there. I didn’t know the significance of those two little words until a few months later…

We couldn’t have known what was about to happen. We were just two kids in love, having a great time. We weren’t taking life too seriously.

But our daughter was always coming, we just didn’t know it yet.

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Brooklyn

Present day

I’ve been thinking about the night on the hay bales more and more lately.

Probably because it’s my daughter Blake's eleventh birthday in two weeks. Everything definitely changed when we found out Eden was pregnant.

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