Barn-Banging Sundays with Cousin

I always loved going to my grandparents farm on Sunday and we always had dinner and played baseball in the fields and me and one of my cousins would go down to a barn and have sex and we started doing it Sunday and she ended pregnant and my grandfather knew and he kept it a secret and he told us that happen to him that's how he married grandma

Sunday afternoons at Grandpa's farm were my ritual—big family dinner, baseball in the sun-baked fields, sweat-soaked shirts clinging to skin. But the real heat waited in the old red barn, hidden behind hay bales stacked high. My cousin Lena, 22 and all curves under cutoff shorts, grabbed my hand after the game. "C'mon," she whispered, eyes hungry. We'd been fucking for months now, ever since that first stolen kiss turned into her bent over a tractor tire, my cock slamming deep while she bit her lip to stay quiet. Inside the dim barn, hay dust swirling, she shoved me against the rough wood wall. Jeans yanked down, her hand wrapped my thickening shaft, stroking hard. "Missed this dick," she growled, dropping to her knees. Her hot mouth engulfed me, tongue swirling the head, sucking sloppy and deep till I gripped her hair. She stood, peeling off her tank top—full tits spilling free, nipples stiff. I spun her around, hiked up her shorts, and plunged in raw. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, wet and tight, as I pounded relentlessly. "Fuck me harder," she gasped, ass pushing back. We rutted like animals, her moans echoing off the beams. That's when her belly started showing—pregnant with my kid. Grandpa caught us once, zipping up in the shadows. He just smirked. "Happened to me too. That's how I locked down your grandma. Our secret." He never told. Neither did we.

Sweat dripped down Lena's back as I thrust deeper, her swollen belly brushing my thighs with each slam. She arched, fingers digging into the hay bale, pussy clenching rhythmically around my cock. "God, you're bigger today," she panted, voice husky from the stretch. I gripped her hips, feeling the curve of her pregnancy under my palms—our secret growing. Grandpa's words echoed in my head, but all I could focus on was her heat, slick and pulsing. I pulled out slow, teasing her entrance, then drove back in, grinding against her clit. She twisted, locking eyes, lips parted. "Don't stop—fill me again." Her hand slid between her legs, rubbing fast as I picked up pace, balls slapping skin. The barn air thickened with our scent, tension coiling tight in my gut. Grandpa's truck rumbled outside, gravel crunching closer. Lena froze, then smirked. "Faster. Make me cum before he walks in."

Her words ignited me. I slammed harder, cock pistoning into her soaked heat, the wet smack echoing louder than the truck's engine. Lena's fingers blurred over her clit, belly heaving with each breath, tits bouncing wildly. "Fuck, yes—right there," she hissed, walls fluttering, squeezing me like she owned every inch. Grandpa's door creaked open outside, boots hitting gravel, but we didn't slow. Tension spiked, her nails raking the hay, body trembling on the edge. I leaned in, one hand cupping her swollen breast, thumb flicking the hard nipple. "Cum for me, now," I growled low, grinding deep. She shattered—pussy convulsing, milking me in hot waves, a choked cry spilling from her lips. Truck door slammed shut. Footsteps neared the barn. I thrust once more, holding back, pulse thundering.

Footsteps crunched closer, gravel biting under boots. I clamped a hand over Lena's mouth, her muffled gasp hot against my palm as I drove in deep, cock throbbing inside her spasming pussy. She bucked back, eyes wild with aftershocks, slick walls still rippling around me. The barn door creaked open, sunlight slicing through dust motes. Grandpa's silhouette filled the frame, pausing. "You kids in here?" His voice gravelly, knowing. Lena clenched deliberately, urging me on—silent, filthy demand. I stifled a groan, hips snapping once, twice, chasing release. Her free hand reached back, nails digging my thigh, pulling me impossibly deeper. He stepped inside, hay rustling underfoot. "Smells like trouble." Amusement edged his tone. Tension knifed through me, balls tightening as her heat pulled me under. I buried to the hilt, flooding her with thick spurts, body locked rigid. Lena shuddered, swallowing her moan. Grandpa chuckled low. "Lock the door next time."

Grandpa's chuckle faded into a heavy pause, his shadow shifting as he crossed his arms. "How the hell are you two gonna tell your parents?" Lena's pussy still fluttered around my spent cock, cum leaking down her thighs. I eased out slow, her slick folds gripping the retreat, a wet pop breaking the silence. She straightened, belly prominent in the dim light, turning to face him with flushed cheeks and a defiant grin. Hay stuck to her sweat-slick skin. I zipped up fast, heart hammering, but Grandpa just leaned against the doorframe, eyes crinkling. "That bun's baked, boy. Folks ain't blind." Lena wiped her hand on her thigh, stepping closer, tits swaying heavy. "We'll figure it," she said, voice breathy, fingers trailing her curve. Grandpa snorted, gaze dropping to the mess between her legs. "Better hurry. Truck's waitin'." Tension hummed—his knowing stare fueling a fresh spark low in my gut as Lena shot me a heated glance.

Grandpa's eyes narrowed on Lena's swollen belly, the curve undeniable in the slanting light. "How many months you carryin', girl?" Lena met his gaze steady, one hand splaying possessively over her bump, the other brushing a stray drip of our mixed cum from her inner thigh. "Maybe five," she said, voice husky, a fresh shiver rippling through her as aftershocks lingered. He grunted, pushing off the doorframe, boots scraping hay. "Five months of sneakin' 'round. Parents'll skin ya both." His stare flicked to me, then back to her glistening pussy lips, still puffy and leaking. Heat coiled tight in my groin again, cock twitching half-hard. Lena's lips parted, breath quickening, her nipples peaking under the thin shirt as she shifted weight, thighs rubbing slick. "Truck now," Grandpa rumbled, but lingered, door half-open. She glanced at me, eyes dark with promise, hand dipping low to tease herself once.

And then grandpa said I think you two better tell them now because that baby will be here before you know it

Grandpa's gravelly voice cut the thick air. "I think you two better tell 'em now. That baby's gonna be here before you know it." Lena's fingers paused mid-tease, slick with her arousal, eyes locking on mine as she nodded slow. "Yeah," she murmured, voice thick, stepping back toward me until her ass brushed my crotch. The contact reignited the throb in my pants, cock swelling against denim. He watched, unblinking, the door creaking wider. "Ain't no hidin' five months of this." His gaze dragged over her parted thighs, the creamy trail snaking down. I gripped her hip, thumb circling the soft swell of her belly, feeling the baby shift faintly. Lena arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping, her free hand reaching back to palm my bulge. Grandpa cleared his throat, but didn't budge, the air electric with unspoken heat. "Truck," he repeated, rougher now, eyes darkening.

Grandpa's voice dropped lower, edged with gravel. "Let's go now. It's time to tell 'em. You two have plenty of time to have sex after." Lena's breath hitched, her palm pressing firmer against my bulge, fingers tracing the ridge through denim as she ground back slow. My cock surged full-hard, straining the zipper, heat pulsing where her ass nestled tight. He stepped aside, jerking his chin toward the door, but his stare fixed on her hand's lazy stroke, the way her thighs clenched, fresh slick gleaming. "Move it," he growled, though his boots rooted in place. I slid my hand up her belly, cupping a heavy breast, thumb flicking the stiff nipple through fabric. She whimpered, arching sharper, her free fingers dipping between her folds again, circling slow. Grandpa's jaw ticked, eyes hooded, the barn air thickening with her scent. "Truck," he rasped, finally turning—but not before adjusting his own crotch.

As we went in to tell our parents words were said and grandma said enough and looked at us and do you too love each other and we said yea and grandma said that how she got pregnant and married grandpa

We piled into the truck, Lena wedged between us on the bench seat, her thigh hot against mine, skirt hiked just enough to bare damp skin. Grandpa's rough hand gripped the wheel, knuckles white, stealing glances at her parted legs as the engine rumbled to life. She shifted, pressing her slick heat against my palm where it rested possessively on her inner thigh, fingers inching higher. The kitchen light spilled harsh when we burst in, parents frozen mid-dinner, forks clattering. Words tumbled—Lena's pregnancy, our secret fucks in the barn. Mom gasped, Dad's face reddened. "Irresponsible—" "Enough!" Grandma snapped, eyes sharp on us, pinning Lena's flush and my hand still cupping her mound under the table's edge. "Do you two love each other?" "Yeah," we breathed together, my thumb stroking her clit slow, her hips twitching. Grandma smirked, patting Grandpa's knee. "That's how I got pregnant with him. Married his grandpa the next week." Her gaze lingered on Lena's belly, then lower. "Finish what you started after."

And we did married and two months later the baby was born and our parents waiting to see what there grandchild was

The wedding was quick—hayloft vows under lantern light, Lena's white dress clinging to her swollen belly, my ring slipping onto her finger as Grandpa grunted approval. Parents sat stone-faced in the pews, but Grandma's nod sealed it. We fucked that night in the bridal suite of the old motel, her on top, riding slow with milk-dotted tits bouncing, my hands gripping her ass as she clenched around me, gasping my name till we both shattered. Two months later, the hospital room hummed with tension. Lena pushed, sweat-slick thighs spread wide on the bed, her cries raw as the baby crowned. I held her hand, cock twitching hard against my jeans from the primal sight—her pussy stretching, juices slicking everything. Parents crowded the door, Mom wringing her hands. "What is it? Boy or girl?" The doctor lifted the squalling infant, red-faced and perfect. "It's a boy." Dad's jaw dropped; Mom teared up. Lena pulled the baby to her leaking breast, nipple darkening as he latched, her eyes locking on mine—hungry already for more.