Ernie Sherman wasn't your typical, grumpy, old man. Even though he was nearing his big 60th birthday, he was as lively and energetic as ever. His wife, Karen, had arranged for the entire family to come over for his birthday party, and come over, they did.
The whole Sherman clan showed up and they were all drunk within a half hour. Everyone was laughing and having a great time, especially Ernie and Karen's daughter, Kylie, whom they had flown in from New York, where she was studying law.
Kylie was 28 and a very pretty girl, with warm, hazel eyes and long, curly, blonde hair. She was in great shape and didn't have an ounce of fat on her bones. Her ass was well-rounded and her breasts fit snugly into a C cup. Even though he was her father, Ernie couldn't help being turned on by her incredible body. He tried to blame it on his drunkenness, but he still felt ashamed.
By midnight, the last of the Sherman crew had left, and Karen, exhausted from a day of cooking and entertaining had collapsed into bed, leaving Ernie and Kylie in the living room, sipping coffee and watching Conan.
When the show was over, Ernie kissed his daughter on the cheek and got up to head to him and Karen's bedroom. He was stopped, however, by Kylie, who seized his hand and sat him back down. He eyed her questionably, but didn't say anything. She moved closer to him and traced a finger on his chest.
"Daddy, I never did give you a birthday present..."