Fertile in the Treehouse: A Humorous Age Gap Smutty Short Story. Fertile Chaos

He's thirty-four. I'm twenty-one and untouched. The treehouse never stood a chance. I climbed into his tree to save it - protest sign, three donuts, and a foolproof plan. He climbed up to talk me down. Nobody got talked down. Now the man who was supposed to demolish my childhood treehouse is teaching me everything I waited twenty-one years to learn, his beard against my sensitive skin and babygirl in my ear.
And when I let slip how fertile the women in my family run? He calls off his crew and gets to work on forever. He wanted the tree gone. Now he just wants me.