Milk and Honey

The day on her uncle's farm turns out to be more than what Destiny excepted it to be.

Destiny Blackwood never thought she'd end up on her uncle's farm for the summer. At eighteen, fresh out of high school and craving city life, the last thing she wanted was dirt roads and mooing cows. At first she was pissed, because her parents didn't want her to be "unsupervised" for the summer vacation. She had begged them that she was responsible to be at home by herself, and telling them how "Jenny" parents let her stay at home, "why can't she?"

Her father then asked her, "Do you live there," with an attitude she replied no.

Uncle James is my dad's younger half-brother. They have the same dad but different mom's. At 35 he was in top shape. He stood at six foot two inches tall. Broad shoulders that framed his six pack abs. He was in the Marines so he always kept the crew cut and built. He was the definition of order.

Unlike me, I'm mischievous, devilish and I dare to test the limits.

Uncle James never married or had any kids. How odd she thought, because he was very handsome.

The morning came for me to go to my uncle's farm. My mom had knocked on my door telling me to be ready in thirty minutes because my flight was in two hours. I needed to release the build-up that was between my legs. I broke up with my boyfriend Sam, over three months ago because he was cheating on me with the school slut.

"That bitch, Nicole Sinclair."

He did tried to get back with me, but I said hell no. I believe in karma and justice, "You get what you ask for."

Taking me out of my train of thought there was another knock on my door, this time it was my dad. In fifteen minutes you need to be downstairs, "shit," I said because I was just about to masturbate. I'm so horny that it isn't funny. I guess it will have to wait. Jumping out of my bed heading to the shower, I quickly dried off and got dressed.

When we arrived at JFK. My parents and I checked my flight, and handed over my luggage that would need to go the aircraft hold. Pass through security and head to my boarding gate. The moment we got there, I knew that I was about to get the "talk."

"Desi," my mom calls me by my nickname. "Look honey, I know you that you wanted to stay at home." But your a young lady now. And it's time for you to learn the truth about life. Your about to go to college. And also you need to learn the value of a skill or a trade. Plus, your uncle James needs the extra help on the farm, and he hadn't seen you in the past three years.

"Okay," I replied, a hint of frustration creeping into my voice. "Can't he just come to the city?"

My dad voice echoed in my mind. "Family and friends are important, but the time has come for you to learn money management. He then hand me over a debit card telling me that I most manage my spending.

"Great, just what I needed a penny on a buck," I muttered. My mom gave me the side-eyed look. "Trust me," she said. "You'll thank us in the end." I just signed.

The next thing I knew they were calling out: "Flight 7659 is now boarding to Minnesota."

Just then, my dad cellphone rang. It was my uncle, asking for the flight number and arrival time plus the boarding gate number. My dad gave him the information, then hung up.

It was time for me to board. Even though I was still mad, I kissed them goodbye and told them I loved them.

Taking one last look, and breath of the city life. I wondered what was in store for me on the farm.

My flight arrived at Minnesota International Airport at 12:30 that afternoon. Knowing my uncle, he was on time.

Waiting by the gate, he stood calling out my name. When he saw me, his mouth dropped open, he couldn't believe how much I'd matured.

"Uncle!" I called out with a small smile.

"Let me take a good look at you," he said, eyes roaming my body, pulling me into a warm bear hug squeezing my breast to his chest and kissing my forehead. Just from that hug alone made my nipples hard. Trying not to enjoy that because they were sensitive.

"Geez, Uncle, it hasn't been that long," I said, chuckling. I was being so fake.

"Here," he replied, "let me help you with your bags."

Who was I to say no?

Once we got to the truck, he turned to me. "Are you hungry?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Good. I packed us some lunch. We should be at the farm in about forty-five minutes. Can you hold on?"

"Yes," I replied, settling into my seat.

As we drove, I felt the strangest sensation like he was staring at me.

Sure enough, he glanced over and said, "So, Desi... you got any plans for college?"

"Yup," I replied, keeping my eyes on the road ahead.

"What major?"

"Well, actually... double major."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "In what?"

"Biology and sex education."

He nearly choked on his breath. "Wait, what?"

I tried not to laugh. "Yeah. It's a thing.

I explained to him why I wanted to take up those courses. Told him that I'm fascinated by the human body. I also spoke on my ex boyfriend and what he did to me. My uncle, told me that I was young and I would find the right one when it was time.

But as we drove on, I couldn't help but take in the fresh air and peaceful scenery. Uncle James turned off the main road into a smaller, winding path.

As we approached the property, I couldn't believe the view, it was beautiful. Horses grazed the fields, cows mooed from the barn, pigs rolled happily in the mud pen, and chickens clucked in the hen house.

"Follow me, let me show you your room," Uncle James said with a smile.

I definitely needed to freshen up because it was hot as hell. Uncle James handed me a set of towels and showed me the nearest bathroom.

"I'll explain everything tomorrow," he said. "What chores need to get done, what the daily routine looks like. For now, just settle in and get some rest." Dinner will be at 8 p.m. Sharp.

"Copy that," she said, with a giggle.

Thank you uncle James, she said then closed the door. James couldn't believe his niece, she was short compared to him. But when he hugged her, the way her breast felt against his chest and her feminine scent, made his dick harden. He knew he shouldn't be thinking like that, she was family.

I went to my room, shutting the door behind me. Cold shower, I told myself. I couldn't shake the image of Destiny from my mind, she was stunning. I tried not to stare, but I watched her, even as others did too. Some tried to be subtle. Others didn't bother.

My thoughts drifted somewhere dark, somewhere forbidden. Her body demanded attention... curves that were impossible to ignore. Her breast sat high and firm, natural. Her coco-butter skin glowed against that baby pink and royal blue sundress, the way it hugged her body... damn. Her toned legs, her round, perfect ass I want to kiss, spank, bite.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I need to calm down. But she radiated danger, mischief, a challenge begging to be tested.

James stepped out of the shower feeling a little bit better. Even after jerking off twice, he still was semi-hard. He signed, checking his Apple watch 6:30 p.m. Time to cook.

In the kitchen, James got to work preparing country fried steak, homemade buttermilk mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli. The familiar rhythm cooking helped clear his mind, until he heard the soft patter of footsteps coming from upstairs.

Destiny entered the kitchen, her hair pulled back into a lazy ponytail, wearing a fitted yoga set that left nothing to the imagination. James swallowed hard. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, she had to be at least a 36 DD. Her belly was flat and toned, her thighs thick, her curves... dangerous. And God help him, her pussy looked so plush beneath the tight fabric. Thick as hell.

Stop it, James. Not her. Not Destiny.

"Uncle," she called out casually, looking around. "You like living out here by yourself?"

"It's quiet as hell," she said. "When I get ready to kick the bucket, this is the place for me."

"Really?" Destiny, her uncle said, then burst into laughter. "Sorry Uncle."

James smirked. Destiny had that kind of energy - wild, teasing, unpredictable.

"So," she continued, "what do you even do around here for fun?"

"We have bars. Social gatherings. Not like the city, though."

I see, she said sarcastically.

James couldn't help laugh at her expression.

"Yes," he said, his voice lower than he intended.

It was ten minutes past 9 p.m.

"Uncle, that was the best meal ever, do you need help with the dishes?"

"No, it's only a few," he replied, drying his hands.

"Alright. Bedtime, work starts tomorrow. Let's get some sleep."

"That sounds good. Uncle. I'll see you in morning."

Destiny made her way upstairs to her room, hips swaying with natural rhythm. Still aching with heat, she closed her door behind her and immediately peeled off her clothes. She hated sleeping in them, except when Mother Nature forced her to.

She sighed, naked and frustrated. Couldn't even bring a toy... that would've been awkward explaining a damn sex bag to my parents and security.

Sprawling across her bed, Destiny parted her thighs just enough, letting her fingers slide between her folds. Her touch was slow, teasing, circling her clit as her arousal grew. Her skin glistened as she started to moan softly, her hips rising to me her on hand.

God, I need the right dick in me.

She tried to picture Sam, her ex boyfriend from back home, but Uncle James kept slipping into her thoughts. His rough hands. His dark eyes. His mouth on her tits, sucking, bitting. She moaned louder, breath catching as she spreads her legs wider.

Her fingers moved faster, and with each stroke, she punched her nipple, feeling the tension coil tighter in her belly. Sweat beaded on her forehead.

"Yes... right there... please, James.

Her body convulsed as the orgasm hit, hard and hot, stealing her breath in ragged gasps. She lay there for a moment, panting.

"Mmm... that will do. For now."

But Destiny wasn't done. A devilish smile played on her lips. I never thought about fucking family... but maybe it's time I try.

Plan A: Find something thin to wear. No panties. Get a little touching started. Stir the pot, see what boils over.

With that, she drifted off to sleep, finally satisfied, and already planning her next move.

It's been over a week of sunrise chores, fresh-baked pies, and the calm rhythm of rural life, she was beginning to realize, maybe the farm wasn't so bad. It kept her grounded.

Her plan was working. Uncle James was eating right out the palm of her hands. She wore a thin tank top with no bra, so when she sweat her nipples would show. Next, butty shorts with no panties, bending over so that the imprint of her pussy lips would show. Every day she noticed that her uncle would stare more than he should. Desi admired herself. Her face were clearer, her skin kissed by the sun had a glow, and her curves filling out more, due to the home cooked meals and chores. And her breast, they somehow were growing bigger.

Destiny had noticed milk when she would squeeze her breast, how am I lactating. It didn't make sense, she wasn't pregnant, had never been, and yet every morning, she woke up with heavy, aching breast. The sensation only intensified when she walked past the cows and goats. Something about milking made her chest throb, full and sensitive, like her body was responding to some invisible call of nature.

She tried to ignore it, looking up on google to see what to do, so she tried Ice packs, hot showers, wearing tighter bras, but nothing worked. The pressure built until it became unbearable.

Then he showed up.

That morning, James had only meant to grab some fresh towels from the hallway closet. But as he passed Destiny's room, the door was cracked just enough to tempt him.

She stood with her back to him, wearing nothing but cropped tank top, noticing how her breast got bigger and those soft sleep shorts that clung to her hips. The moment sun spilled over her coco-butter skin like honey. His eyes drifted lower, her full breasts sat high, perked with a weight that made his throat dry. He didn't mean to stare. He didn't want to stare. But his body betrayed him, heat coiling in his gut, hardness growing with every breath he took.

With a grunt, he tore his eyes away and walked off, muttering to himself. She's your niece... get a grip, man.

He didn't see the way Destiny turned slightly when she heard his footsteps, the way her lips curled in knowing smirk. She knew he was watching.

Later that evening, Uncle James waved a hand and said, "All your chores are done, sweet girl. Go rest take a walk, whatever you need."

Destiny didn't need to be told twice. Her breasts were heavy again, aching worse than ever, and no amount of adjusting her bra helped. She need relief. She needed release. Ever since she broke up with Sam over three months, her body had been on fire. She didn't know if it was the hormones, the isolation, or the weird connection she felt to the farm animals, but it was like mher body was stuck in heat.

And tonight she wasn't going to ignore it anymore.

She slipped out of the house, heading toward the quiet barn, where she could be alone... or so she thought.

Looking out the kitchen window, James saw Destiny go into the barn. He knew he shouldn't follow her, but something about Destiny pulled at him, like gravity. He saw the way she'd left the house, her steps purposeful, shoulders tense. Curiosity, or maybe something deeper compelled him to trail after her, careful to stay quiet in the shadows.

When he reached the barn, the heavy wooden doors were slightly ajar, and warm light spilled through the cracks. Inside, he caught glimpse of her.

His breath caught.

Destiny stood in a pool of fading sunlight, bare as the day she was born. Her golden-brown skin glowed, kissed by the sun and dewy from the humid air. She moved with slow, deliberate grace, eyes closed, lips parted in a soft gasp. One hand roamed her breast, squeezing gently, while the other hand slipped between her thighs.

James felt heat surge through him, every muscle tense, every nerve alight. He should have turned away, should have respected her privacy. But he was mesmerized. Entranced. The intimacy of the moment, the quiet moans echoing softly off the barn wall, it felt like he was witnessing something sacred.

His body responded instinctively, pulse pounding, breath shallow. He was caught between guilt and desire, torn by the raw beauty of the woman before him.

But even as he stood frozen, watching her writhe slowly in the golden light, one thought echoed in his head:

She needs more than her fingers.

And somehow, he knew, if she looked up and saw him, she wouldn't send him away.

Destiny was lost in sensation, her body humming with lust and need, when a warm breath ghosted across her skin. Her eyes snapped open, James knelt between her legs, his eyes dark with hunger, his face inches from her core.

She didn't flinch. Instead, she locked eyes with him, lips curling into a sly smile.

"Eat," she whispered, voice velvet and command, "Show me how hungry you are."

And he did.

James answered with a growl, dipping his head a pressing his mouth to her, devouring her as if he'd been starving for a lifetime. His big rough hands gripped her thighs as he placed his head to her pussy. Making his tongue swim around, lapping up all her juices. Her body trembled beneath the attention. Her moans echoed in the barn, blending with the rustling hay and distant hum of the evening.

When he finally rise, his lips slick and glistening, Destiny cupped his face, proud and breathless. "Good boy," she cooed, her voice sultry and rich with satisfaction.

"How do I love the power of seduction."

James kissed a path up her body, tasting sweat, sun, and something more. When he reached for her breast, he wrapped his lips around her nipple, and was met with a surprising sweetness. Her milk filled his mouth, and he froze only for a second before he growled low in his throat, latching on greedily.

Destiny arched into him, eyes fluttering shut. "God... yes," she breathed. "Take all of it."

He did. Every drop. Every ounce. And when he pulled back, his face was a mess of sweat, milk, and devotion.

She looked down at him, breathless and amused. "You're going to be the death of me, James."

James hovered over her, his breath warm against her ear. "You're mine now, Destiny. There's no going back."

She didn't flinch. Didn't hesitate.

"Then let's move forward," she whispered, meeting his gaze with fire in her eyes.

That boldness lit something in him, something primal.

When she saw how fully hung he was, her eyes widened, not with fear, but with a kind of stunned curiosity. He was thick, long, impressive in every sense, and already slick with need. Destiny reached out, one hand not nearly enough to hold him, and James groaned as her fingers glided over him, teasing his tip.

She brought him to her lips, kissing him gently, then slowly taking him in, her jaw adjusting to his size. She hold him in her throat, James tangled his hands in her hair, overwhelmed by the warmth of her mouth and soft, wet sounds that echoed through the barn.

"Holy fuck, where did you learn that?" he gasped, voice rough with hunger.

She just looked up through thick lashes and smirked.

Her hands cupped his balls, worshiping every inch, and James couldn't take it any longer. He leaned down, kissing her with a passion that stole her breath, then paused only to tell her, "Desi... this is a grown man dick and not a little boys," I'm going to fuck you now, and make love to you later. You understand.

She felt like the air was caught up in her throat, not able to speak. So she just nodded.

That was all he needed.

Their kiss deepened, urgent now, bodies tangled in heat and hay. He positioned himself over her, guiding himself to her entrance. He didn't enter her yet, he needed her consent, so she opened for him, breath hitching as he pushed in, slow at first, letting her feel every inch.

She gasped, eyes wide, nails digging into his back. As he impaled her touching her cervix.

Screaming. "Okay, okay."

He growled, "Take all of me," he whispered against her lips. "Since I've taken all of you."

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. The pace built between them, slow, then faster, driven by heat and need. The barn filled with the sound of their bodies, their breath, her cries of pleasure. He gripped her hips, holding her still as he thrust deeper, hitting places that made her moan his name again and again.

She tried to pull away twice, overwhelmed, you running he said, in a cold tone. She froze, swallowing hard, it made her bones stiffen. The beast came out of him, he had unwrapped her legs from his waist, threw them over his shoulders, folding her like a pretzel and slammed deeper, grinding against her walls with force that made her see stars.

There was no mercy.

"You're... so... deep... inside of me, she said. Eyes tearing."

"I own you now," he growled, each thrust sealing the words into her skin.

"J.A.M.E.S." He spelled.

Her body arched beneath him, shaking, trembling through wave after wave of pleasure. She squirted all over his dick, and when she cried out, teetering on the edge, he followed, burying himself deep in her, shuddering as he released everything, holding her tightly as they ride the high together.

When it was over, they tangled in silence, breathing in sync, the scent of sweat, sex and summer clinging to their skin.

Destiny turned her face, lips curling into a satisfied smile. "So... what now?"

James brushed a damp curl from her forehead and kissed it gently. His mind was beyond believe, he just fucked his niece. "Now? You're not just mine... I'm yours too."

He then asked, "Desi... voice low and serious. Are you on the pill?"

"Yes. she replied," in a sleepy voice.

He knew that they had crossed the line, but he didn't care. He wanted her... no, he needed her. James watched as the sleepy beauty curled herself into his body, seeking warmth. She let out a soft moan as he shifted, pulling her closer, spooning her tightly against him. Sleep tugged at his mind, but before it claimed him, one final thought lingered to her belly, he wanted to see it round and full with his seed. A warm smile touched his lips as he drifted into dreamland.

When Destiny woke up, her whole body ached with soreness, but not in a bad way. As her mind slowly cleared, she realized the sensations weren't just her own, they were James's. Then the memory of last night in the barn rushed back, and a soft, satisfied smile curled on her lips.

The bedside clock read 10:30 a.m. Oh no, she thought I've got to go milk the cows and goats.

She swung her legs off the bed with a grunt, determined to get moving, just as the door opened. Uncle James walked in, carrying a breakfast tray.

"Uncle James," he paused, just James. I'm only that when we're out and about okay. She nodded.

"I'm sorry," she said, brushing her hair from her face. I know I'm late attending to the animals, but "I'll get to work in a few."

"No," he said firmly, setting the tray down. "Rest. I want you to eat, then I'm going to prepare you a bath,"

"But"

"No buts," he interrupted, his eyes lingering on her chest with hunger she felt deep in her core.

Her breath caught as he climbed into the bed, moving toward her with purpose. He leaned in and took her left nipple into his mouth, drawing a moan from her lips as he began to drink. She threw her head back, letting him take what he needed, surrendering to the warmth and pull of his mouth. When he was finished with the left breast, he moved to the right, giving it the same tender attention.

"Oh, James," she cooed, as she cradled his head to her bosom. In a low seductive voice, she tells him to drink.

Once both breast were drained, he lifted his head, kissed her softly, and whispered, "Don't worry about to day. I've got everything covered."

Eat so you can take a bath. He ran into the bathroom preparing it for her with bath salt and oils to help with the soreness. A chill went down his spine, taking in a deep breath, thinking how tight she was. And her flexibility was unreal. Just thinking about how deep he was made him hard. Not now, work need to be done.

Running back into the room he lifted her up off the bed, taking her to soak. Placing her inside of the water ever so gently she just watched his every move. Kissing her forehead telling her to enjoy herself. Lunch and dinner will be brought up when it is done.

"Thank you," she tells him, as he left to finish the rest of the work around the farm.

Destiny was lost in thought, she allowed her uncle fuck her and cum inside her. And boy did he cum, if she wasn't on the pill she would've been pregnant in no time. She thought, if he was going to supply the dick for the rest of summer, and not be horny all the time, than why not. No-one has to know. I can't wait to get fucked again. I'm so naughty, as I slip my fingers into my cum filled swollen pussy.

Ever since that night in the barn. James hadn't let Destiny out of his sight. They fucked everywhere on the farm. They even stopped wearing clothes in the house. James had moved all of her stuff in his room, her scent woven into his sheets, her presence grounding him in a way nothing ever had before. They just didn't have sex, they made love, night after night, like two souls rediscovering each other in every kiss, every whispered word, every tangled breath.

But James wanted more.

It's been six weeks of blissful fun and adventures, and on one quiet evening, with her curled against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along his skin, he whispered, "Desi... stop taking the pills."

She froze for a moment, lifting her head to look him in the eyes. "James..."

"I want you. All of you. I want us to create something together, a life. I want a baby."

Her heart thundered in her chest. A part of her was scared, she knew summer was ending, and with it, everything could change. But another part... the deeper part... wanted that too. To be loved this deeply, to be needed this much, it filled something inside her she hadn't known was missing.

" I don't know," she murmured. "What happens when summer ends?

College is about to start, and having a baby, and what about birth defects and being long distance, and not to mention who the father is. That's a lot to take in right now.

James pulled her closer, his voice rough with emotion. "Then summer doesn't end. Not for us. You can stay. With me. Attend a college nearby. I'll take care of you... and the baby, no matter how it's born. I swear it."

She knew he was very serious, she could feel his eyes burn with need, want and passion.

Later that night, as they made love slowly, deeply, tears rolled down Destiny's cheeks, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming ache of being fully seen, fully wanted. James kissed them away, whispering, "Have my baby, Desi. Let me give you everything."

She kissed him back, breathless. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes... I'll have your baby."

That lit something in him.

He moved with a different kind of purpose, possessive, reverent, desperate to give her every part of himself. So he slowly started to deep stroked her long and hard making her arch her back and gasp, she grabbed the sheets, Desi, cries and whimpers only edging him on. Her pussy was sucking his dick like a baby to a pacifier. Wet, sloppy, bubble noises coming from her pussy. With the flow of her nectar running down the crack of her ass, soaking the sheets beneath her. His muscles in his back, "flared like wings," like a bird going in on its prey.

Because he was no longer a man. He was a beast untamed.

James grunted, he loved the that she was a squirter. He knew when she was open because it made wet sloppy sounds. He dug his feet into the bottom of the bed. As he shifting his hips from side to side hitting her walls.

Destiny's body started to quiver, James felt her legs trying to locked on him, with one quick move he swiftly brought her heels to the headboard, she was in a backward "L" position.

"OH, MY GOD." "JAMES" she cries out.

He stills himself, because he knew he was deep, but also she knew it too.

James bends down taking her nipple into his mouth and sucked, milk sprayed the back of his throat, gulping down every bit of it. That sent her or the edge, he felt her pussy contract around his aching dick. He wasn't ready to cum yet.

So he flipped her, making her get on all fours. He ate and sucked on her ass and pussy. Telling her that soon he going to fuck that.

Destiny loved his animalistic ways, James had grabbed a lock of her hair tight not to hurt her, just enough to hold her in the position he loved. Through gritted teeth he growled low and dangerous, as he lined himself up to her dripping wet pussy. "(Spank,) I am going to fuck you and love you, (spank,) you will bare my children, (spank,) you are mine."

That took her over the edge, her back arched low to the bed, it was "Ass up, face down" position.

"Good girl,"

Only inserting just the tip of his dick in, with one command, "kiss my dick with your pussy," and that's what she did. Opening and closing her vagina muscles around his head. Making him being swallowed down whole like a shake. Now it was his turn to tremble. Once he knew he bottomed out, James slid himself have way back. To slammed his way in, making Desi scream into the pillow. With his hand still locked in her hair.

Telling her to take his seed, she moved him, bodies slapping together drenched from sweat. He let go of her hair to bring her arms pinned to her back.

"Fuck me she tells him, give me your seed. I'm your dirty little cum bucket."

James roared like the king of the jungle. That bed was hitting the wall so hard that it started to make a dent.

She knew when he was getting ready to blow, Desi... I can't hold it no longer... so she started squeezing her pussy tight, letting it pulsate, thumping like a heart, against the vein, that's all it took he felt is balls suck up into his body. Weighting heavy, in a self-proposed voice, she says "Let my pussy drink your cum." He had came so hard that he collapsed, whimpering... Desi... desi... whispering her name like a promise.

Two weeks have passed. Her breast grew more sensitive. She felt tired, dizzy... and then the day came when she realized something was different.

Destiny had missed her period.

And deep down, she already ready knew.

She was his.

And now, so was the life growing inside her.

Destiny sat on the edge of the bed, a trembling hand pressed to her lower belly.

She hadn't told James yet. Not because she doubted him, he had been nothing but tender, protective, and devoted, but because saying it out loud would make it real. The test she'd taken an hour ago was tucked inside the drawer like a secret. Two lines . Clear. Bold.

She was pregnant.

The barn, the fields, the quiet hum of nature, it all felt different now. Like the earth itself was aware. Like it had been waiting.

Later that evening, James returned from the fields, sweat on his brow, a tired smile on his lips. But the moment he saw her, something in his expression changed. He dropped the tools and crossed the room in two strides.

"What is it?" he asked, voice low, serious. "What's wrong?"

Destiny stood and took his hands, guiding them to her waist. "Nothing's wrong," she said softly, then laid his palms against her stomach. "Everythings right."

His eyes searched hers, then widened.

"You're serious?" His voice cracked.

She nodded, eyes glossy. "I'm pregnant, James. I'm really pregnant."

For a moment, he said nothing. Just wrapped her in his arms, lifting her off the floor as his body shock with emotion. "Thank you, he whispered."

Destiny just held him letting him cry, telling him it's okay, and that she here for him. He took in a deep breath, bent down kissing her stomach, saying, "don't worry little one, daddy's here."

By the end of August, Destiny was already one month pregnant. She had enrolled herself in college at the University of Minnesota and got accepted.

i love how James takes care of me. We fuck to make love, sometimes when I wake up his lips are always sucking on my big nipples he loves drinking my milk.

Today, my parents are going, James moves closer to me resting his hand over my stomach saying he's here for me a the baby. I tell him I know. A car pulls up in the driveway. It was my father who got out followed by my mom. I ran out to hug and kiss them both. It's been a long time since I saw them.

My mom says, "Desi, you have a beautiful glow. My word your breast gotten bigger." I tell them to come inside because we need to talk.

Once inside James greeted them as well, and then comes stands behind me. "Mom, Dad." I'm pregnant and James is the father. There were a moment of silence. Then my mom surprised me by saying that he is perfect for you. My dad grabbed James into a hug. Keep our bloodline strong. Come to find out that my dad and mom are third cousins.

That evening my parents told me everything, how it started, to when I was conceived. And that they would help me with the baby.

Coming to the farm was the best thing ever. I don't regret a thing. School was going well and so was my pregnancy. Eight months later I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. James and I are in love and soon to be married.