"I so wish you wouldn't do that," Ernie said irritably.

"Yeah, I know. Why do you think I do it," his brother replied with a laugh.

It was something his brother had liked to do since they were kids, but now that Ernie was going bald, it was an annoying reminder that he no longer had any hair on the top of his head, only a ring around the sides and back. Even more annoying to him was the fact that both Virgil and his younger brother Marvin both still had full heads of hair. His father suffered from balding the same as he did, but his father's solution had been to shave his head completely, which actually looked good on his father, but simply wasn't a look that Ernie felt he could pull off.

"So we've got one last, special birthday surprise for you, little brother," Virgil told him, rubbing his head once more.

"Oh really? You don't need to do anything more for me," Ernie told him. "I mean the cake, the presents, all my family here today with me; what more could a man ask for?"

"Oh, this is much better than all of that. Trust me, your birthday celebration wouldn't be complete without it. An absolutely must not miss experience. Now up and out of that chair and into the living room!"

Ernie got up from the chair and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Virgil followed, picking up the sturdy oak chair Ernie had been sitting in and bringing it with him. Virgil was a few inches taller than Ernie, and quite a bit more muscular. Even though he was the middle brother, Ernie had always been teased by his family growing up about being the runt of the litter. He was the only one of his siblings who wore glasses - a trait received from his mother - and he was smaller and skinnier than his brothers. He had also been a bookworm his whole life, while his brothers had both been into sports like their father. He was much more shy than any of his siblings, and hadn't started dating at all until late high school, even though both his brothers and his sister had started dating regularly by the time they got to junior high, and had been actively encouraged by their parents to do so.

He had met his wife Catherine while they were in college. She had been the most beautiful woman he'd ever met - long blonde hair, a slim, sexy figure, full round breasts, a tight, round ass. It had taken him a month to work up the nerve to ask her out, and he almost fell over when she actually said yes. They dated off and on their freshman year, and were going steady by their sophomore year. She had been Ernie's first lover (he'd never actually had sex with the few girls he'd dated in high school). He'd known that she had much more sexual experience than he had, but he didn't let it bother him, and they never really talked about her previous boyfriends. She was in love with him, and wanted to be only with him, and that was all that had mattered to Ernie. Right after graduation he had asked her to marry him, and to his overwhelming joy she accepted.

A little less than a year later, their oldest daughter Kaitlyn had been born. She had just turned 12 a few months ago, and was a miniature version of her mother, and just as beautiful. A few inches taller than most girls her age, her breasts where starting to develop, and the small, peach-sized mounds pushed out against her shirts through her training bra. Ernie still wasn't sure he approved of the tight shirts and short skirts she so often wore these days, or the way she seemed to very much enjoy showing off her body to the world, but Catherine had convinced him it wasn't anything to be concerned about, and that all girls went through the same thing at her age. Which was why he was glad that their younger daughter Jenny was only 8 years old. He didn't have to worry about her wearing training bras, or hanging around the pool with her friends in a skimpy string bikini, or being interested in boys, or any of the other worrisome things that happened when a girl reached puberty. No, Jenny was still his sweet, innocent little girl. She had brown hair like his, and the most beautiful smile in the world. She was also Daddy's little girl, and usually all it took for her to get her way was to push her lower lip out a little, look up at Ernie with her beautiful brown eyes, and say, "Please, Daddy," and he'd almost always cave in to her. ......(cont)