A Birthday Surprise

A vibrant fancy dress party was in full swing at the McKinney household, with both friends and family alike all enjoying the festivities to the fullest. Compared to its usual self, the sprawling home was almost completely unrecognizable, pain-stakingly decorated to suit the theme that marked the special event.

Every inch of the ground floor was decked out with decorations, with the main family room and kitchen acting as a buffet hall that offered an incredible range of food designed to account for every individual taste and desire. Streamers and colourful bunting covered the walls, with a blanket of shimmering confetti littering the floor. The party extended out into the backyard, with a large white marquee shielding the revellers from the light rain drizzling across the sleepy suburb. A lively DJ whipped the elaborately dressed crowd into a frenzy, taking as many song requests as possible to ensure every demographic was catered to.

Substantial effort had gone into the event, but high expectations necessitated the work. It was Daniel McKinney's eighteenth birthday and his parents wanted to mark the occasion in memorable fashion, putting together a party equal to the importance of the day. No expense was spared.

Daniel leaned back in his seat and watched the party-goers as they moved and undulated their bodies to the music, breathing heavily as he recovered from his own time on the dance floor with his friends, removing the wide-brimmed hat of his 'Zorro' costume to fan himself with it. Moving his eyes across the sea of bodies, Daniel inspected every costume that was on display. Some of the attendees had chosen outfits that were clearly store-bought, indicated by the cheap materials and the legally vague resemblance they bore to the official versions. Others used the opportunity to put on a show, with women adorning their bodies with outfits that were designed to draw as much attention as possible.

A certain group of Daniel's friends from school pushed the dress code to its limit, earning glares from the older women and appreciative stares from their husbands. Carina Meyers in particular revelled in the attention she received due to her Playboy bunny-inspired costume, clad in a form-fitting black leotard and dark pantyhose that accentuated her toned legs. Daniel tried to disguise his stares, which became increasingly difficult when Samantha shimmied her body to the rhythm and stretched the vinyl material of her costume to near breaking point.

"Careful, Danny. If you keep staring like that for too long, you might end up burning her image into your brain," a refined voice proclaimed.

Daniel snapped his head around, finding his glamorous aunt, Charlotte, looming over him, reaching down to pluck a wrapped piece of candy off of the table. In contrast to the other guests, his aunt had decided against wearing a costume for the occasion. Instead, she opted for a blood red strapless gown that made it challenging for her nephew to keep his eyes from eyeing her cleavage, a difficult achievement thanks to the deep plunge of her slinky number. Her voluminous raven hair tumbled across her bare, pale shoulders and poured down her back, contrasting with her milky-white skin. At thirty-six, Charlotte was the youngest of her three siblings, but still remained single despite the countless attempts by his mother to find an ideal partner for her. But his close bond with his favorite aunt meant that he knew better than anyone that Charlotte wasn't the sort of woman who could settle down in suburbia, preferring to focus on her career and travelling across the world.

"I wasn't staring, I just found her outfit interesting," Daniel replied defensively.

"Uh-huh. It looks like a lot of people here think that she's 'interesting'," Charlotte rolled her icy blue eyes, sliding the lemon flavoured piece of hard candy through her glistening ruby lips once she had unwrapped it, "I've already caught a number of men more than twice her age eyeing her up like a prized mare. Is she your girlfriend? Or perhaps someone you're waiting for the right opportunity to approach?"

"Nah, she's just a friend," Daniel lied, having invited Carina for the specific purpose of hooking up with her, hoping that his status as the 'birthday boy' would swing fortune in his favour for once.

"Sure, just a 'friend'. That's why it looked like your tongue was moments away from rolling out of your mouth," Charlotte smirked, pulling out the seat beside Daniel, elegantly crossing her long legs when she sat herself down "Well, if you want to get to know this 'friend' a bit better, I'd recommend making your move soon. I've clocked at least a dozen other guys here who all think they have a shot at taking her to bed tonight."

Daniel snorted, taking a sip of his glass of champagne, quenching the thirst he had developed on the dance floor. "I don't think that's going to happen. Carina is one of the most sought after girls at school, it's not like I stood much of a chance to begin with. Besides, she's a cheerleader, they tend to attract a certain type."

His offhand comment earned him a light swat across the back of his head, along with an amused glare from his aunt. "Do I have to remind you that your mother and I were both cheerleaders? I definitely don't remember limiting myself to one category of boys when I was your age, and your mom had her fair share of admirers too."

"Yeah, but you're one of the good ones," Daniel half-joked, unable to stop his eyes from darting downwards when Charlotte shifted around, causing the thigh-high slit in her gown to slip away and reveal her flawless legs. "By the way, how come you're not wearing a costume? I know dancing isn't exactly your thing, but I thought that you of all people would go all out for this?"

"Who says I didn't bring a costume?" Charlotte smiled, placing a hand on Daniel's thigh, giving it a quick squeeze. "But speaking of costumes, is there any reason why the mighty Zorro is sitting here on his own?"

"Because I've just spent the hour dancing after mom dragged me onto to the dance floor, I needed a break before my legs gave out," Daniel spotted his mother near the outer edge of the marquee, clad in a Wonder Woman costume that had clearly come at some expense, complete with knee-high red leather boots and a skirt that sat dangerously high around her thighs. It was by far the most scandalous thing he had ever seen her wear, and the way his eyes lingered on her didn't go unnoticed by his aunt.

"I know you've never been the most athletically inclined person in the world, but I didn't know your stamina was this lacking," Charlotte teased him. When a break in the music came Charlotte rose back to her feet, holding her hand out for Daniel. "Come on. If you think that you're tired now, just wait until I've had my fun with you"

Daniel reluctantly grasped Charlotte's hand and let her pull him up, following as she led him back into the fray. "I thought this wasn't your sort of thing?"

"It's not," Charlotte led Daniel by the hand and lured him towards the dance floor, deliberately swinging her hips as the crowd cleared a path for them, drawing some of the attention away from Carina. "But if you think that I'm going to let you get off lightly just because it's your birthday, then you're sorely mistaken."

Daniel shook his head fondly, joining Charlotte at the very centre of the constructed dance floor, stopping directly under the glittering disco ball. Even without looking around, Daniel knew that his aunt had likely drawn the attention of the majority of the men around her, and he couldn't say that he blamed them, having been visited by her many times in his own wet dreams over the years. Suddenly, the DJ loaded up his next track, breathing renewed life into the crowd.

Unsure just what to do, Daniel lazily swayed from side to side, feeling the vibrations of the beating music passing through his body, lacking any real coordination. But after just a few seconds of his lackluster display, Daniel could tell that his aunt was less than impressed, especially as she rocked and oscillated her slender body with a grace only a former cheerleader could achieve, with each subtle movement only increasing the attention she received from her ever-growing group of admirers.

Charlotte slowly extended her arms out and grabbed Daniel's hands, drawing him towards her. She danced close enough to him to be able to set his hands down on her waist, guiding the clumsier Daniel as they moved to the music. Slowly, but surely, Daniel found himself being able to match almost every one of her motions, keeping his head down and focused on the ground to prevent himself from accidentally stepping on her toes.

Just when he felt that he was finally comfortable with performance, his aunt again took him off guard. Turning until she faced away from him, Charlotte snaked her fingers through her long, glossy black hair, pivoting her perfect backside as she lost herself to the music. Provoked by his aunt's sensual performance, Daniel decided to take the initiative and slid his hands around his aunt's flat stomach, pulling her back until he felt the curve of her ass press against his groin, faltering when the scent of her intoxicating perfume washed over him. The action sent a small jolt through his aunt, but Charlotte did nothing to remove his roaming hands.

As the tempo of the music and the fervor of the crowd reached its peak, Daniel became far more bold with his exploration of Charlotte's body, running his hands across the silky material of the provocative dress that hugged her body. Taking his chance whilst he still had it, Daniel let one of his hands slide back and inched it until he reached the curve of his aunt's rear, giving it the most delicate squeeze he could. When she didn't move to stop him, Daniel went a little further and slid one hand down down to his aunt's thigh, where it soon made contact with the slit in her skirt. With his breathing becoming haggard and adrenaline fuelling his confidence, Daniel dared to go one step further and delved beneath the skirt, groaning under his breath once his fingertips brushed across her smooth, bare milky thigh.

When the DJ stopped for a short break, he was met with elated applause, with many of those who lasted the entire length of the all-out frenzy that had taken place choosing to limp back over to the tables for refreshments. Charlotte separated herself from Daniel's grasp, turning to face him once more, but her face gave no clue as to what she was thinking, a fact that made Daniel question whether he had taken things too far.

Charlotte smoothed down her dress and closed the gap, leaning in until her lips were within an inch of the shell of his ear. "Do you know where your dad's office is?"

"Yeah, it's in the boat house," Daniel replied, feeling his cock starting to swell, something that wasn't helped in the least when his aunt's breasts compressed against his chest. "Why?"

"Give me a half-hour head start, then I want you to slip away when no-one's looking," Charlotte leaned back and stared into her nephew's eyes. "Can you do that for me?"

"I think so. But why do you want me t- "

"So I can give you your birthday present," Charlotte tilted her head and brought her lips to Daniel's and tickled his taped on pencil-thin mustache, using the bustling crowd around them as coverage. Prying his lips open with her tongue, Charlotte nudged the remains of the lemon-flavoured candy droplet into Daniel's mouth. Breaking the heated kiss, Charlotte used her finger to physically close Daniel's mouth, giggling at the gobsmacked expression that appeared on his face. "And it'll give me time to get changed. Remember, half an hour. Okay?"

"H-Half an hour," Daniel repeated, watching as Charlotte backed away and vanished from sight amongst the dense crowd.

Daniel stood like a statue, barely registering the mass of moving bodies around him as the DJ started playing once again, finding himself being bumped around as he stumbled back to his table in a severely dazed state. Returning to his seat, Daniel collapsed into it and loosened the first two buttons of his flimsy ruffled blouse, releasing the faux-leather belt to let his plastic sword fall to the ground.

A number of scenarios played out in his mind, debating just what his aunt had in mind for him if he did in fact decide to show up. Pulling out his phone, he kept an eye on the time and watched the clock on the display, despising the way the minutes seemed to drag out. Luckily for him, his friends found him sitting on his own and proceeded to drag him back onto the dance floor, offering a distraction as the time ticked by.

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Daniel glared at the screeching owl perched on one of the branches of one of the trees lining the river bank, shining his flashlight to scare it off. But the stubborn bird refused to budge, forcing Daniel to listen to the sound of its mocking cries. Ignoring the owl, Daniel pushed on and used the flashlight to illuminate the path ahead, turning back to see the glowing marquee in the distance, certain that his departure had gone unnoticed. A mis-step sent him tumbling to his knees, wincing when his black pants became caked with mud and soil.

Standing back up, he tried to dust himself off, batting the chunks of dirt that stuck to his cheap nylon pants. But when it became apparent that he was fighting a losing battle, Daniel gave up and continued with his journey, tripping as he strode down the incline leading down to the river his home neighboured. He gave the side of his flashlight a few thumps with his palm when it started to flicker, picking up the pace before he lost the light entirely.

He paused for a moment and listened out for the gentle movement of the river, hearing the flowing water smacking against the embankment. Knowing he was close, Daniel took cautious steps on the muddy grass, necessitated by the abrupt death of his flashlight. Thankfully, Daniel found himself back on solid ground, feeling his feet land on the wooden planks of the jetty extending out to the river. Daniel balanced on the narrow jetty and clambered along it, hearing the old wood creaking beneath his light steps, along with the sound of his father's fishing boat banging against the wooden posts holding the jetty above the water line.

He soon reached the structure running parallel with the jetty, dragging his hand along the wall until it caught the door handle. Daniel gave it a twist and headed inside, feeling around for the pull-string that operated the interior lights, banging into pieces of furniture that were hidden among the shadows. Eventually, a lucky swing of his arm allowed him to catch the swinging string and give it a tug, casting the inside of the surprisingly spacious boat house in a warm yellow glow.

During their search for a home to start their new family, it was the old boat house that swung the decision to purchase the property for his father. Not only did the direct link to the river allow him to engage in his fishing hobby whenever he wanted, the old boat house became the perfect office for him, providing a level of peace that would have been difficult to achieve in a home full kids vying for his attention. Substantial work went into the renovation of the old structure, replacing the rotten wooden planks and panels, packing it with everything needed to build an office that could suit every need.

The area where the boats were once stored was closed up and sealed off from the elements, increasing the amount of available space, with a few walled-off rooms acting as storage areas. His father's desk sat beside a large bay window, offering an unrestricted view of the calm river beyond. A modest fireplace had been installed, offering a source of natural warmth during the colder months, facing a two-seater leather couch, adding to the log cabin aesthetic Daniel knew his father had tried to achieve. It was designed to be as inviting as it was private, something that left Daniel wondering what purpose it was meant to serve for his aunt.

"Aunt Charlotte?" Daniel called, his brows knitted in deep confusion as he glanced around. "Are you in here?"

"Just a minute, I'm just adding the final touches," Charlotte's voice carried over from one of the adjacent rooms. "Take a seat while I get ready. Believe me, Danny, the wait will be worth it."

Daniel turned to the large ornate couch that had been positioned in front of the fireplace, thankful for the heat as it poured over his cold body. He did what he could to wipe away the dirt from his costume before sitting down, not wanting to risk staining or marking the couch that had cost a fair bit. He did the best he could, brushing off the majority of the grime, dropping onto the plush cushion, staring at the dancing flames in the fireplace.

He sat and waited for almost five minutes, turning his head when he heard a rustling sound from one of the rooms. What he saw standing in the doorway was enough to knock the air from his lungs, forcing him to clench his hand hard enough to draw blood just to make sure it wasn't a figment of his imagination.

Charlotte wore what was unmistakably a French maid's costume. A black silk dress encased her body, moulding to her curves and hourglass waist, sporting a decisive plunge that put her cleavage on full display. A short skirt flared out as it travelled halfway down her thighs, stopping just short of the tops of her nylon stockings, contrasted by a small, frilly white apron. His aunt's tall frame was raised even higher by a pair of well-polished black, open-toed stilettos, with white silk ribbons straps wound around her slender ankles and tied off in neat bows. A pair of white lace gloves covered her hands, matched by a small white hat that stood out in stark contrast to her voluminous raven tresses.

"Bonjour, Monsieur McKinney, I see that you 'ave returned," Charlotte greeted him with a thick French accent, one Daniel noted wouldn't have seemed out of place in a Pink Panther movie. "Did you 'ave a nice time at the party?"

"Aunt Charlotte? I don't understand, what are you up to?" Daniel narrowed his eyes, half-suspicious of her intentions, half-aroused by the sexy costume that covered her perfect body.

"Up to? Nothing, Monsieur," Charlotte replied with an innocent tilt of her head, twirling a black and white feather duster between her nimble fingers as she stepped into the room, "I was simply getting everything ready for your arrival, 'ave I met your expectations?"

"My expectations?" Daniel tried, still not trusting Charlotte's intentions entirely. "What expectations? And how did you manage to get changed so quickly?"

"What can I say, I 'ave the magic touch," Charlotte answered with a bright grin, taking her place just in front of the roaring fireplace, placing her hands behind her back dutifully. "But enough about me. Was there anything that you think needs a little more attention?"

"Seriously, I'm not exactly sure what you're trying to d- "

"Play along, Danny," Charlotte scolded, dropping her heavy accent momentarily. "Haven't you ever engaged in a bit of role play with any of the girls you've been with?"

"No, I can't say that I have," Daniel admitted. But his confusion soon gave way to the first few embers of lust, his heart skipped a beat as Charlotte ran a finger down her skirt, deliberately hiking it up just high enough to provide him with a glimpse of the purple thong tucked behind a thick layer of frills. Suddenly, he found himself not caring whether the whole thing happened to be an elaborate stunt by the raven-haired woman. "But I think I might be getting the hang of it."

"C'est magnifique! And please, just call me Charlotte," his aunt responded cheerfully, adopting her alter ego once more. "So, what would you like me to clean first?"

Daniel decided to test out how far he could go with the scenario that Charlotte had created for him, starting off with a mundane request. "Well, those shelves look a bit dusty, could you see what you could do?"