Happy Birthday To Me 15

The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.

This story was written specifically for "Mike" as a birthday present. I only put this onto the site at his request, since he felt that many of you would share his enjoyment of this fantasy.

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I thought my brother-in-law was exaggerating when he had called to warn me. "Mike, I appreciate you and Cathy offering to help," he'd said. "I just have to warn you, man. Tamara is trouble with a capital T. I love her to death, but that girl is a walking nuke when it comes to men. I'm just worried how having my daughter at your place will affect your marriage."

"We'll be fine," I had chuckled.

I really had no clue what lay in store for me and my wife.

Now I was in the airport with my wife, waiting in the baggage claim area, and I was glad I was sitting down. There was Tamara, riding down the escalator surrounded by five guys. I heard her breathy giggle before I looked her way, and I sucked in my breath. Ho-lee shit. She looked like the hottest stripper-slash-pornstar imaginable, and those guys were glaring at each other as they jockeyed for her attention.

I shook my head and realized my brother-in-law had not exaggerated. If anything, he had understated his daughter's impact on men; she was TROUBLE in all-caps, not just a capital T. She wasn't even scantily clad, and she was drawing that kind of attention. Her massive tits were glaringly obvious, even with a bra and blouse, and her jeans emphasized the perfect curves of her hips and thighs. I felt my dick stirring in my boxers and realized my mouth was hanging open. Fortunately, my wife was closer to Tamara and was looking that direction so she didn't notice my reaction.

"Oh, good lord," she murmured, shaking her head. When she looked at me, I gave her a little frown and shook my own head.

We hadn't seen Tamara in six or seven years. The gangly young teenager we had pictured bore almost no resemblance to the sizzling fuck-doll that was now bearing down on us. As soon as I stood up, it was obvious all five of those younger guys were sizing me up. Damn. They looked like they were ready to start some shit right there in the airport, and they couldn't have met my niece more than a couple hours earlier.

This is going to suck,

I thought.

Clever woman that my wife is, she put on a happy face and laughed, walking right up to Tamara. "Look at you!" she said, shaking her head. "I can't believe you're already sixteen years old."

Five sets of eyeballs shot open, and those guys scattered like a flock of startled pigeons.

"Oh, Aunt Cathy," Tamara laughed, hugging my wife, "you're hilarious."

In fact, Tamara was already twenty-one. She was legally old enough to drink and to take as much dick as she wanted. She licked her lips and looked at me over my wife's shoulder. It didn't look like it was a calculated move, like she was flirting with me or anything like that, but it was arousing nonetheless.

As soon as my wife released her, she scooted around Cathy and spread her arms wide, giving me an eyeful of her jaw-dropping cleavage before hugging me. Her breasts felt as incredible as they looked, mashed against my chest. Tamara's hair and faint perfume smelled too good to ignore, and I held my hips back from her carefully to keep my hardening cock from poking into her.

"Uncle Mike," she breathed right into my neck. "It's been so long. How are you?"

Rock fucking hard,

I thought to myself, even though I wasn't quite. Out loud, I said, "Just fine, Tamara. It's so good to see you again." Then I released her and stepped back, carefully keeping my eyes on her face. I gave her a serious expression. "I hope staying with us helps keep you out of trouble."

* * *

Trouble had followed our sexy-as-fuck niece around like a constant shadow the past couple years, and now I understood why. The police had to be called in three times to break up violent confrontations at my wife's sister's house. All three times it was fights between Tamara's would-be boyfriends. She had finally been arrested and charged with instigating a riot for wearing a bikini top to the mall. Tamara was given probation, and the judge had threatened to place her under house arrest if there was another incident.

When I had heard about it, I thought it sounded completely ridiculous. Now that I saw her in person, I understood why the police had felt the need to take her into custody. I couldn't help but picture her in a bikini top, and had to quickly squelch that thought before I got a full-blown erection.

I turned and led the way over to the baggage claim carousel, chewing the inside of my cheek as my mind worked frantically to figure out how I would deal with this new situation. I was replaying the recent phone calls with my brother-in-law in my head and understood his concern clearly. He had held back, unable to describe his daughter's physical impact without sounding like a lecher. That was understandable, but now the rest of those conversations—the part he

had

been able to share—did nothing to put my mind at ease.

Without saying it in so many words, he had let me know Tamara loved having sex. All the time. And I was bringing this sexpot into my home.

I also understood now why Tamara's parents had enrolled her in online college courses. Shit, I had seriously considered taking her to the college where I taught part-time. I had to shake my head at that thought. How fucking naïve had I been? I suddenly felt like that character in a horror movie, the guy who is full of bravado saying, "Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Scary monster in the woods." Then he craps his pants when he actually sees the monster.

I tried not to stare at the monster tits lurking in my niece's blouse when she slid by me at the luggage carousel.

Instead, I tried to focus on her face. That wasn't very much better. She was gorgeous, with slightly pronounced lips that looked like they were made to suck cock. She had slightly curly red hair, and I'm a sucker for redheads. My wife knows it is a weakness of mine, which is why she dyes her hair that color. When Tamara abruptly turned and bent over in front of me to grab her first suitcase, I knew I was a dead man. Oh my god, what a perfect ass!

I managed to tear my eyes away immediately, and looked over at my wife. She had seen me, and was looking right at me. I expected her to be upset, but instead she looked amused. She just smiled and shook her head slightly. I picked up the suitcase and took the second one from Tamara when it arrived. The entire way out to the car and all the way home I was dreading what she would say.

I tried to focus on the road and had to pay close attention once we hit the turnpike. As always, there were assholes who felt the need to make the drive challenging. It was a relief to hit our exit and yet I was getting more anxious by the second as we approached our house. I got Tamara's bags out of the trunk and did my best not to flinch when my wife patted me on the cheek.

"Relax, honey," she murmured quietly. "I'm not mad. You did your best not to stare, and I know it was hard for you."

"Um, thanks," I gulped. I still expected her to change her mind and chew me out at some point, but that never happened.

* * *

What did happen was that Tamara went into the bathroom right after we got inside, and came back out with her bra in her hand just a minute later. She sighed happily and spoke to my wife. "That feels so much better. I swear, I hate wearing these things."

Fuck! Just shoot me now!

I turned to my wife and shook my head helplessly. She actually snorted trying to contain her laugh. I took Tamara's suitcases into the guest room we had prepared for her, leaving it up to Cathy to give her the tour of the house. While they were doing that, I retreated to my home office and checked my e-mail. I had some work stuff there, which was good. It meant that I could work from home—barricading myself in this room if I needed to.

I gave an involuntary little jump in my office chair when the door opened behind me.

"This is Mike's home office," Cathy said. I swiveled in my seat and kept my eyes carefully on their faces as I smiled at them. I was relieved that I actually had work stuff up on my screen at the time. I often look at porn or read dirty stories in my home office, which doesn't go over well with my wife. Tamara looked around the room briefly.

I felt like I should try to have a normal conversation with them, so I pointed out the wi-fi router. "We have pretty good internet service here," I said. "This is the wi-fi. When you're ready to use your laptop or your phone, just let me know and I'll type in the password for you. It's a really long, gibberish thing my work computer generated. It's a pain in the ass, but my job makes me use it to work from home. They send me some sensitive information, so they have to be careful."

Tamara was looking right at me, nodding as I explained it to her. It took all my self-control to keep my eyes locked on hers when she nodded—her massive tits bobbed up and down with every movement. Even out of my peripheral vision her hard nipples were obvious where they poked out the front of her blouse. Then she looked up at the ceiling and chewed her lip thoughtfully for a second. When she did, she turned her torso from side so side and her magnificent breasts swayed hypnotically. My eyes shot over to my wife's face, and she was also biting her lip, struggling not to laugh.

I let my shoulders sag and gave her my best, "Oh, come on!" look. Her amused grin and the way her abdomen flexed as she silently laughed at my discomfiture did nothing to help me.

Tamara abruptly looked back down at my face and she smiled. "Why don't I grab my laptop and have you set that up right now, while I'm thinking about it?" she asked. I nodded, and she turned and scampered out of the room. There was nothing I could do; my eyes took in her bobbing breasts as she turned, and then that fabulous ass when she hurried out the door. I swallowed heavily and looked at my wife again. She busted up laughing.

"I'm glad you think this is funny," I growled, shaking my head.

"Would you rather I was mad at you?" she asked, still smiling at me.

"No," I replied, then I cocked my head. "Why aren't you mad at me? I figured you would be chewing me out for staring at your niece. I mean, I don't want you to be mad, but that's what I expected."

"Oh, baby, I know you're trying your best," she replied. That amused smile never left her face. "I had no idea Tamara looked like that, but now that she's here I understand all the problems she's had and why she needs this fresh start."

She looked like she had more to say, but then Tamara came bobbing back into the room and leaned over right next to me with her laptop. I gave my wife another piteous look, and she struggled not to laugh again as I turned my attention to my niece's laptop and tried my best not to stare at the incredible cleavage right next to my cheek. After I set up her internet connection, I couldn't help it. I got an amazing eyeful of those fantastic tits when she leaned down to take her laptop out of my lap.

Then she leaned down again and planted a wet smooch on my cheek. "Thanks so much, Uncle Mike," she said in that sexy, breathy voice.

"You're welcome," I said, swallowing heavily.

I was pitching a tent in my shorts, and my wife looked from it up to my face and blew me a kiss. Since she was standing behind Tamara, she didn't notice the way her niece's eyes widened when she noticed my obvious erection. They left me alone to work after that, and I managed to calm down and actually get some work done before dinner.

Tamara had changed clothes before I joined them in the kitchen. I was relieved to see the baggy sweat shirt, even though it didn't completely hide her breasts. It just made it easier for me to keep from staring. I managed to joke with the two of them as we ate, and they both laughed at my lame jokes. I got Tamara to share her college plans with us, and it was a relief to hear her thoughtful response. She had given her education some serious thought and planning, so it wasn't some air-headed bimbo reply.

Also, her courses sounded like something I could help her with. My wife was the one who pointed it out, though. Tamara looked genuinely relieved when she looked over at me and I nodded.

"Oh, that's such a relief," she said. "I've had a really hard time finding tutors who were actually helpful."

She shook her head and her expression made me wonder what those tutoring sessions had been like. In my mind, it immediately turned into porn. I studiously focused on the food on my plate for the rest of the meal, but every time I looked up Cathy was grinning at me knowingly.

* * *

That night, my wife was all over me as soon as we went to bed. Her pussy was soaked, and she couldn't get my hard dick inside her fast enough. Almost as soon as I started thrusting in and out of her, I felt her shudder and come. Her sweet pussy gripped me and spasmed around my shaft, and her juices soaked my shaft and dribbled out onto my balls.

"Oh my God," I breathed. "It's turning you on, isn't it?" I didn't have to explain that "it" was me struggling not to stare at Tamara's incredible body.

"Yes!" she gasped.

I was just relieved she wasn't mad. She knew I was impossibly hard from being around Tamara all evening, but she was happy to take care of my throbbing boner even though she wasn't the one who had gotten me so worked up. I took full advantage of my horny wife and fucked her hard. Even after I came inside her, I was still almost completely hard. She shuddered through a second orgasm and then panted up at me.

"I love this! God, you are so fucking hard. Are you thinking about Tamara now?"

"Dammit!" I groaned. She moaned as she felt my dick throbbing inside her in response. "I wasn't until you said that."

"Oh, but now you are, aren't you? You're thinking about fucking Tamara's tight little pussy right now." She moaned again as I resumed fucking her cum-filled pussy. Her voice rose and she imitated her niece's breathy voice. "Mmm, Uncle Mike," she purred, "You have such a nice, big dick! Give it to me. Fuck my horny little pussy with that huge, hard cock!"

"Damn," I groaned, pumping her even harder as she continued teasing me and taking every thrust eagerly.

"Yes!" she growled. "This is just what I needed, Uncle Mike. My pussy is so full. Oh! Did you just get harder? Are you going to come inside me again? Do it! Give me that hot cum!"

"Oh, fuck!" I gasped. I tried to hold back, but it was impossible. We both moaned as I filled her with that second massive load. She cried out with her own intense orgasm as soon as I started coming, and it just made mine last longer. My dick was still pulsing inside her after she finally stopped shaking beneath me.

When I slumped down onto her in the aftermath of that intense orgasm, Cathy planted kisses all over my cheek, neck and up to my earlobe. "Damn, baby, that was so hot," she whispered. "I'm sorry if I've been enjoying this too much, but I just knew tonight was going to be incredible."

She pushed lightly on my shoulder and I rolled off of her. Cathy's legs shook as she made her way into our bathroom and I licked my lips as I stared at her ass. When she closed the bathroom door, my eyes shot open. I heard someone walking away from our closed bedroom door.

Oh, shit. How much of that had Tamara heard?

I thought about telling Cathy, but when she came out of the bathroom I went in to quickly clean off my sloppy cum-coated dick. You know how it is; I didn't want it to be all sticky and crusty in the morning. It only took four or five minutes for me to wash up my "nether region" and dry off my cock and balls, but when I opened the bathroom door afterwards Cathy was asleep with a content smile on her face. I sighed and turned off the light, and then spooned up against her in the bed.

Despite my concerns, I fell asleep right away.

* * *

I stumbled out of bed the next morning and groggily made my way out to the kitchen for coffee. I went through my usual routine of getting the pot rinsed out, dumping the used grounds and filter into the trash, adding a new filter and fresh coffee grounds, and filling the reservoir on the percolator. I breathed in the heavenly aroma as the coffee brewed, and gradually came awake. Cathy had already left for work, and I had managed to forget that Tamara was even there until she came stumbling out of her room.

That was an image I will take with me to my grave, thank you very much. She wasn't naked, but she might as well have been. The thin, completely see-through top of her babydoll pajamas did nothing to obscure the amazing view. There was a single button between her mouth-watering mounds of tit flesh, and the gauzy material hung straight down from her puffy pink nipples. It draped open below her tits, letting me see her belly button and the matching see-through bikini panties. The tiny landing strip of red pubic hair pointed the way to her pouting pussy lips, which were pressed firmly against the transparent fabric.

I blinked and stared at her in disbelief, unable to take my eyes off her sexy body as she groaned and rubbed her eyes. Her breasts rose and fell alluringly when she took a deep whiff through her nostrils. "Mmm, that smells good," she moaned, snapping me out of my trance.

When I looked up at her face, she was smiling at me. Clearly, she had seen me staring at her body, and I wondered idly if I was drooling.

"Good morning, Uncle Mike," she said brightly.

"Good morning," I replied automatically. After a second I felt the need to blurt out, "Sorry."

"For what?" she asked. She cocked her head and that caused a new round of jiggling. My eyes were irresistibly drawn down to her bobbing nipples, which hardened noticeably under my gaze.

I licked my lips and shook my head as I looked back into her eyes. She was smiling. God, what a gorgeous smile that was.

"I couldn't help but stare," I replied.

"Oh, that's okay," she replied lightly. "I don't mind."

Then her gaze swept down my body to my boxers and she let out a soft sigh. I looked down and was only relieved that my boner hadn't popped right out of the front of my underwear. Thank God for that little button in the front, or she'd have been looking right at my dick. As it was, my erection was obvious. I turned away to check on the coffee. It was halfway done.

Brew faster!

I thought desperately.

Tamara came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my midsection. She sighed into my shoulder and I swallowed hard when I felt her breasts pressed against my lower back and my right side. I turned my head and looked at her over my shoulder. Her eyes were looking up at my face.

"I guess I should go get dressed," I sighed.

"You don't have to," she replied breathily. Then she blinked and added, "Unless you have to go to work."

I shook my head and said, "I'm working from home today."

As soon as I did, I wondered if it was a mistake. I could have gotten dressed and gone into the office to work. I kept it in mind as a potential excuse, just in case this got too uncomfortable. Speaking of uncomfortable, though...I felt like I had to say something about that "Come fuck me Uncle Mike" outfit she was wearing.

I cleared my throat and turned to face her. "Tamara, it's probably a good idea if we both get dressed." I shook my head, scarcely able to believe I was trying to put a stop to the marvelous show she was giving me. But I had a good reason. "If your Aunt Cathy had to come home for some reason, and saw you wearing that outfit in front of me, I would catch hell for it."