“Happy birthday to you!” they sang and I blew out the fifty candles on the cake.
My stepsister, Faye gave me a big hug and then the rest of the guests lined up for either hugs or back slaps. Five minutes later, everyone was back to drinking and talking. I sat there on the sofa and stared at the cake. I couldn’t believe I had just turned fifty, I felt half that age and I looked like thirty-five.
I got up and went to the kitchen where I found Faye opening a bottle of wine. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and said, “Thanks for this. If it hadn’t been for you I would have spent my birthday alone at home watching TV.”
She poured a glass for herself and returned the bottle to the fridge and said, “Off course, you are my little step-brother and I love you. Just because that bitch of an ex-wife of yours didn’t care about you, doesn’t mean I don’t.”
“By the way, where is Dawn?” She was Faye’s daughter, a seventeen-year-old man-eater.
To me, Dawn would always be the happy little girl with a Pippi Longstocking hair do and a big smile on her freckled face. That had changed the summer she turned sixteen. Suddenly she was a curvy young woman with large breasts and long legs. She often wore micro skirts, tight jeans or shorts.
“She is at practice but should be home any minute,” said Faye and took another sip.
“At least she is still being a cheerleader,” I said hoping to give her some comfort.
“Ha! She only does it so she can give the guys blue balls.”
That made me laugh and Faye did too. “Well, I better go back to my guests,” I said.
I was talking to Tom Harkins when the front door opened and Dawn walked in. Some women just make men stare and Dawn was one of them. She wore her cheerleader uniform in red and gold and her brown legs seemed to go on for ever. When she saw me she walked up to me and during the short distance, she had to cross her boobs bounced seductively.
“Happy birthday Mike,” she said and hugged me.
There was no bra, just the wonderful feeling of teenage boob against my T-shirt.
“Thanks, honey. How was practice?”
“Fine, great actually. Let me drop off my clothes in the laundry room and I’ll be right back.”
I watched her walk away and so did the men around me. No one said anything because it would be just plain wrong, but we all thought the same. How much we wanted to fuck that girl.
I was almost at the back of the room on my way out into the garden when I looked left and saw Dawn in the laundry room. She was reaching for the washing powder that stood on a shelf and when her skirt slid up her ass cheeks I noted that she had no panties on.
Something clicked in my mind and a little voice in my head said, go on, do it.
Crossing the room as fast as possible I went into the laundry room and locked the door behind me.
“Mike, what are you doing in here?”
She bit her lower lip and her right hand that hung along her side played with the hem of her skirt. Oh yeah, she knew what I was doing there.
“Dawn, I have spoken to your mother a lot lately and I am very disappointed in your behaviour. You are a good girl, and all this running around with boys is not you.”
She looked at me for a moment and then tilted her head. Her blue eyes looked at me seductively and she pushed away a strand of hair that had fallen over her right eye.
“What has Mom told you?”
“Well, that you, you know, date.”
“Oh Mike, if you are worried about my virginity, I can tell you it’s intact.”
Faye had told me she had found stains with crusty cum on Dawn’s skirt and panties so I knew she was lying and it made me angry, so angry that I lost it. With two steps I was in front of her and had swung her around leaning her body over the laundry machine. My hand was under her skirt and I spread her legs with my knee.
“Mike, what are you doing?” her voice was calm, almost taunting me.
“I’m checking.”
My fingers found her slit and surprisingly it was wet and my finger slid in to the first knuckle.
“Be gentle, please. Mm, wow, you really are a dirty old man, Mike,” she moaned.
“Shut up, slut.” When I had said it, I regretted it but it was too late.
I moved in behind her and one handed I open my pants that dropped to the floor. My cock was rock hard and when I lined it up with her pussy, Dawn turned.
“Give it to me, birthday boy!”
I rammed my cock into her and she yelped, “Yes, I am no longer a virgin!”
I was shocked, had Faye lied to me? I was about to speak when Dawn said, “C’mon, fuck me, that’s what you have always wanted to do.”
God, she was right, I had and this was the best birthday gift ever.
While I pumped her virgin pussy she said, “Mm, finally some cock, all I have had to put up with making my mom think I am a slut and tell you about it.”
I couldn’t speak, her pussy was so good, and within minutes I sprayed her ass cheeks with thick globs of cum.
When it was over she turned. “Thanks, Mike. I will need some of that every week, please.”
I stared after her as she walked back into the party, ass swinging and boobs bouncing.
