“Call over and give me a hand with Caitlin’s party. I need help setting up and then managing the damn thing,” my brother pleaded on the phone.
“I’ll help you set up, but I’m not staying. I can’t think of anything worse than being around a load of kids at a birthday party. You should have booked a venue. I did warn you,” I said.
“Fair enough. Just call over about two o’clock. That will give us plenty of time to move things around. Thanks, Mike.”
My brother Andy and I are both in our late forties, and both divorced, except I don’t have any kids. His daughter, my niece, Caitlin, had turned nineteen. I told him to book a room at a social club or a hotel, but the cheapskate decided to host the party at his home instead.
That’s how I got roped into one of the best nights of my life, though I dreaded it to start with. A house full of youngsters, who were legally adults but technically still teenagers, partying for several hours, was not my idea of fun. Turned out I was totally wrong.
I arrived at the house at two o’clock to find my brother and niece rearranging the furniture in the living room. I helped him store most of it in the garage, transforming the room into a dance floor with seating around the walls. Caitlin set up the sound system.
We then rearranged the kitchen, creating a large buffet and drinks area, before decorating the downstairs with 19th birthday banners, balloons, and fancy lights. Caitlin turned nineteen the week before, but she spent it in London with her mother and Aunt.
Come five o’clock, with everything set up and ready to welcome the guests, she went upstairs to shower and get ready, while me and her dad popped to the pub for a pint and some food, where he nagged me to help him manage the party for the entire night.
He lived in a big, four-bedroom house by himself, and around twenty of Caitlin’s friends were expected. A mix of guys and girls, but mostly girls. He wanted to make sure it didn’t turn wild. His biggest fear was people sneaking off to make out in his house.
I reluctantly agreed and went home to change, returning to the house at six-thirty, showered and dressed, wearing a light-blue shirt and dark jeans. Music was already playing low, the living room lights were off, and the disco lights were on. It looked pretty good.
I found my brother in the kitchen, finishing off setting up the buffet and drinks. I grabbed two cold beers, handing him one for a pre-party drink. He just wanted everything to be perfect for Caitlin. I got it, but I still thought a venue would’ve been better.
We were talking in the kitchen, laughing at getting old. Both 5’10” with hazel-green eyes and greying-dark hair, though I’m stockier than my brother from working out. We looked at Caitlin’s birthday banner, asking ourselves where the time had gone.
Then the birthday girl graced us with her presence. Jesus, I thought, reminding myself she was my niece.
Caitlin walked into the kitchen like she demanded attention. Long, straight light brown hair swaying with her steps, earrings swinging, and sharp winged eyeliner that gave her eyes a sultry, confident edge, hitting me hard.
A red, off-the-shoulder dress clung to her slim, hourglass figure. The smocked fabric stretched across her full chest and narrow waist, the voluminous sleeves making her arms look graceful yet sexy, while the short hem rode high on her smooth thighs.
Just like her mother did back in the day, she walked in high heels with this natural, unapologetic confidence that made it hard not to stare. Beautiful face, killer body, and that dress showed just enough to let even her uncles imagination fill in the rest.
I looked her up and down like she wasn’t my niece, then remembered she was and always will be. I told her she looked great and poured her a glass of wine, while her dad went over the numbers with her. Ten minutes later, her friends started to arrive.
Fuck me, I didn’t know where to look, as scantly clad beauty after scantly clad beauty filled the house. Some with strapping boyfriends, some on their own, but they were clearly all friends.
Years had passed since I’d been in such an environment, surrounded by beautiful young women. All those sexy, bare legs, all that revealing cleavage and intoxicating perfume had me needing to take a very cold shower. But I soon got a hold of myself, then things soon became a bit annoying.
The party was loud, the house thick with chatter and the smell of spilled drinks, fruity vapes, and the occasional cigarette. I was sipping Jack Daniel’s, playing the cool uncle, when I stepped outside for some peace and quiet. But I found a girl named Chloe instead.
Long blonde hair, flawless makeup, a little tight black dress and black high heels that left almost nothing to the imagination. It hugged her hips and pushed her tits up while cut-outs showed lots of skin. The kind of outfit that makes a guy wanna fuck the lady with it still on. Easy access to her tits.
She was leaning against the house, cigarette between her manicured fingers, minding her own business. Like all the girls at the party, I’d clocked her arriving and had stolen periodic glances when she crossed my path. But I wasn’t specifically watching her, or any of the girls for that matter.
“I guess I’m not the only one in need of a breather,” I joked with her.
Chloe smiled, soft and flirty, tilting her head as she exhaled a stream of smoke.
“You’re Caitlin’s uncle, right? She asked, eyes skirting me and down.
I chuckled inwardly at the way she checked me out. “Yeah that’s right.”
“Cool,” she smiled mischievously, dropping her cigarette on the floor and crushing it out with her black stiletto.
I thought that was disrespectful, but I let it go to not sound like a grinch. Best thing I ever did. We struck up a conversation in the back garden, where I learned she had a boyfriend who was miles away in university. I could tell she was tipsy and frustrated.
I listened curiously and cautiously as she bleated on about her long distance relationship struggles. She thought she was being innocent with her coyness, but I had been around too long to know that she was simply not getting the attention she and her ego craved.
It was a piece of shit move, but I simply couldn’t resist. I told her what she wanted to hear, that she was beautiful and intelligent, before telling her that she should hang in there unless she didn’t think the relationship was worth waiting for. I was fishing.
She stepped closer and asked why I wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. I lied and told her my ex-wife cheated on me many years ago. The truth is she wanted kids and I didn’t. Chloe sympathised and confessed she believed her boyfriend wasn’t faithful.
“What makes you think that?” I wondered, unable to keep my eyes off her gorgeous, young body and her firm, yet juicy tits. I guessed she was a 32D, slim, busty, pretty and flirtatious.
“He’s in uni,” she replied. “He could have a girlfriend and I’d never know.”
“True, but the same could be said about you,” I reasoned, before planting an evil seed. “But I agree, the chances of him cheating at least once are high.”
Chloe bit her lip and touched my arm, while the party continued inside. The spark was instant and obvious, making me feel twenty again. I glanced around. No one was really paying us attention.
“It’s a shame your Caitlin’s uncle. I could talk to you all night,” she said quietly but suggestively.
“There’s nothing stopping us. We could take our drinks somewhere quieter if you want to keep talking.”
“Lead the way,” she giggled.
I took her down the side of the house and into the garage through the side entrance. I let her go in first, then closed the door behind us, locking it. Chloe turned to face me, still holding a glass of white wine, looking excited.
“So… what now?” she giggled once more, showing her age.
I stepped in close, took the drink from her hand and put it down. I then kissed her. No words. I just kissed her and pushed her against the wall, running my hands over her tight dress, squeezing her tiny ass, pulling the fabric up. She kissed back hard, no hesitation, hands stroking my chest.
Chloe was eager, responsive, clearly the kind of girl who gets off on the thrill of doing something dangerous. With only one thing on my mind, I put my hand up her dress and cupped her tight little mound over her thong. She groaned, arched her back off the wall, and kissed me harder, as I palmed her young cunt until she danced for me.
“Oh fuck, you’re good at that,” she panted, breaking the kiss for a breath.
I grinned at her heightened state of arousal, about to kiss her again and slip her wet pussy a couple of experienced fingers, when she dropped to her knees without me asking. Her big blue eyes looked up at me as she worked my jeans down.
I said nothing and simply beamed down at her feral enthusiasm, refusing to believe she hadn’t already cheated on her boyfriend. Either that or she was just at the end of her tether. I wasn’t complaining or judging, as she took my cock out and wrapped her lips around me, sucking and stroking good.
“Fuck yeah,” I breathed, running my fingers through her beautiful blonde hair while the party continued inside.
Chloe knew how to give good head for sure. She stroked me firmly from the base as she sucked on the head, moaning with arousal. Not too fast or too slow, hitting all the right buttons.
“You’re quite big,” she gasped, catching her breath before carrying on.
“Thanks, I’m glad you think so,” I chuckled, gently thrusting my hips.
I’m not big. I’m only seven inches, but it felt great to hear a hot nineteen-year-old blonde say it as she sucked my dick at my nieces birthday party.
After a few minutes, I pulled her up and turned her around. She was the most willing slut I’d ever met. I bent her over a workbench, pushed the dress up over her hips, and yanked her thong aside, slipping her those fingers.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, pushing back against my hand. “Yes! Oh, fuck yes!”
“You like that, Chloe?” I grunted, finger-banging her inside the garage.
Damn she was tight, and so fucking wet. I slammed my fingers into her from behind, taking her to the edge until she whimpered over the workbench. Only then did I pull away and stand right behind her spread legs.
No mention of a condom, I rubbed the head of my throbbing cock along her dripping wet slit, opening her swollen folds, then entered her young, tight pussy in one thrust. Fuck, it was heaven. So responsive, gripping me.
As she cried out again, grasping the workbench, I grabbed her hips firmly and started ploughing in and out of her with slow, deep strokes, groaning as I fucked my nieces hot, slutty friend.
“Oh fuck! Yes! I’m gonna cum!” she screeched, slamming back to meet me.
“Keep the noise down,” I groaned.
I placed one hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, and reached underneath with the other to grab a soft tit over her dress. I gave it a firm squeeze then pulled her up off the workbench slightly, and gave her young cunt the hardest of poundings.
She came immediately, screaming into my hand as her sexy, slim body trembled uncontrollably on my cock. But I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her for around another five minutes, making her go again and shake more violently.
I removed my hands from her mouth and tit and pushed her flat on the workbench. I must have only lasted about another thirty seconds before I finished deep inside her with a grunt. It was an incredible feeling, filling one of Caitlin’s friends with my nut juice.
“Fuck,” I exhaled, slowly pulling out.
“You can fuck me like that again,” she sighed loudly, staying bent over, legs spread, dripping my cum onto the floor. What a sight that was for my ego.
“Come on, we better get back to the party if we don’t want to get caught,” I urged her gently as I zipped up, feeling lighter on my feet than I had in years.
Chloe straightened up looking absolutely ruined. I chuckled quietly, watching her fix her hair and dress as she gave me a shy-but-satisfied smile.
“Don’t laugh at me,” she laughed.
I grinned and left the garage first, checking the back garden was clear before signalling to Chloe that it was safe to come out. I told her we had to act normal inside the house, then left her outside lighting up a cigarette.
My brother asked where I’d been for the past forty minutes. I told him I’d taken a break in the garden. He said he didn’t see me out there, then instructed me go around collecting all the glasses.
I didn’t see Chloe again. She snook away. Smart girl. I poured another Jack Daniel’s, heart still racing with a dirty little secret smile on my face, until I saw my niece sneak excitedly into the garage with a tall, handsome boy.
I decided to play dumb. She was a young adult enjoying her nineteenth birthday party. But I do still wonder if the boy took her like I took her friend Chloe, hard and rough over the bench.
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