This standalone story is the sequel to New Generations, https://www.literotica.com/beta/s/new-generations.
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"July 15th," Sara repeated as if it should mean something, but it still meant nothing to me. "As of 20 minutes ago it's my 19th birthday. I'm old enough and we have Aunt Debs permission. I want you to teach me how to make love."
20 minutes after midnight, and suddenly by some magic tick of the clock, National Nude Day was over, my Goddaughter was informing me that she was 19 and can do whatever she wants, and what she wanted was for me to take her to bed.
I just looked at my goddaughter, dumbfounded. The hard cock that just minutes before had been floating on the surface of the water ready to tease and entice her mother had, if not totally shriveled up, shrunk to a somewhat more flaccid state. She rose from her knees in front of me, her oh-so-perfect teenage breasts, that I'd been unable to keep my eyes off all week long, coming out of the water momentarily as she slid into the seat beside me. If I still had my arms on the back of the spa, one would be around her but with my hand on the bench beside me, as she sat and turned toward me a bit, her bottom pushed against it.
She'd been wearing nothing but her cute green thong bikini all day long. I'd ogled her bottom so many times in her tight jeans and shorts during the week. And, of course, I'd ogled her bottom when it was virtually naked except for the thin green strips of her thong. But now, as she turned and slid against me, her naked bottom came to rest against the back of my hand.
The water of the spa, which had only been warm, suddenly felt like it was searing my hand. I was acutely aware that she was totally naked, and it was her naked bottom that was pushing against my hand. I pulled my hand away but there wasn't anything to do with it in the spa but rest it on my own leg, her leg, or put it again onto the back of the spa. I chose the back of the spa, which she interpreted as me putting my arm around her. Turning slightly more into me, she slid closer yet, her breast coming in contact with the side of my chest, her hand sliding onto my stomach above my belly button.
"Sara..." I began, my brain mixed up with all the conflicting messages going through it.
I'd always been the dutiful adult. I'd been the father, the little league coach, the Boy Scout leader, or the neighborhood fix-it man; I was the rescuer when neighbors got in trouble. That had included the neighborhood kids -- I'd thought of them all as practically my own. I'd never had any daughters, but the next-door neighbors had two, the family across the street had another. I always tried to think of them as non-sexual beings; in my mind it wasn't right for daddy's to be attracted to their daughters in a sexual way. I'd seen them grow, reach puberty, and seen little kids start maturing into adults. As they got older, I outwardly never let any attraction show, but it was hard not to appreciate that what used to be "the girls," neighbor girls and others, were turning into women. When those maturing girls found out what
"la difference"
was and became natural cock teases, wearing skimpy little outfits designed to entice horny boys, it was especially hard to remember they were much, much, younger than me and my interest needed to stay platonic. But, when your teenage boys start having pool parties and dating and have cute teenage girls hanging around, there was a lot of sexy female flesh to be seen - without staring. I'd always tried to keep from outright ogling the cuties who were frolicking in my pool with my boys and probably introducing them to the pleasures of their bodies, but just as Sara had been looking very cute and very desirable and I'd found my eyes inexorably drawn to her for the last week, many was the time I'd found myself with less than fatherly thoughts to the pulchritudinous displays in my yard.
Their mom, Debs, had made sure both boys knew about safe sex and how not to get girls pregnant even before they were interested in such things. The boys knew what a penis was and what a vas deferens was, where a clit or a cervix was, long before they had any desire to explore their whereabouts physically. Debs especially made sure they knew what condoms were and how to use them. She got them free as part of her sex ed programs with the local Health Department and kept a bowl of them in the first cupboard in the front hallway. She told the boys (and I'm sure the neighbor girls also) that the bowl would remain full and she didn't want to know (or care to know) who took them, but they were never to take a chance on an unwanted pregnancy. It was a long time before she mentioned to me that she'd noticed condoms had begun disappearing from the bowl. We never did figure who was taking them first, as it was quite some time later before our oldest had a girlfriend. Other than that, I never even knew that condoms had disappeared; Debs just made sure it was always full. She refilled the bowl from her magical supply and I'm sure more than one unwanted teen pregnancy was prevented -- and not just from my own boys.
Sara's cuddling up against me with her naked body flipped my mind to the afternoon, not all that long before, when I'd come home early to find both boys in the pool with two of the neighbor girls cuddling and laughing against the near edge of the pool. I just hollered hello as I went in the door as if I was oblivious, but I'd definitely noticed the two bikini tops on chairs. Instead of going straight to the office like I normally did, I'd moved toward the kitchen where I could look over the pool and yard without being seen, and had been just in time to see the two girls running to the chair, topless. I couldn't move out into the open to see anymore without being seen myself, but I knew what was going on. The girls disappeared a few minutes later, the boys coming inside to change out of their swimsuits. That I'd seen the girls topless, I would never tell -- but I had seen. Every time after that when those neighbor girls were around, I couldn't help but wonder just how active my boys and those cute girls were getting.
But
I
had never even been tempted to think about playing with them. Their mothers were something else; both women were true MILF's. Women of my own age that I found attractive, sexy, and admittedly I had wondered upon occasion what being with them would be like. But as for attraction to the neighborhood kids - I was the mature adult, the neighborhood hero, and my conscious wouldn't let me even contemplate such a thing.
But now, here in my own spa, her naked body next to my naked body, was an even more luscious example of a now legal, although still teenage, adult beauty who was asking me to do those things that I'd trained myself not to even think about. She was
asking
me to make love to her. She was
asking
me to fondle her breasts. She was
asking
me to do everything with her that I'd ever done with her mother.
Despite my misgivings, the other part of my brain was contemplating that Debs and Jen and Bill all had to be in on this. Debs had gotten me a little blue pill and commented on how once wasn't going to be enough tonight; her words, mentioning how she loved me, echoed through my mind. It was that last, the mentioning how much she loved me, that really confirmed it. That had always been her code phrase telling me that whatever happened, was OK with her. That Jen had slept in my bed and Debs in Bill's virtually all week long, with the exception of the night we'd all started on our bed and Jen and Bill had gone to their bed after we'd all played together, indicated that she was giving me permission to play with Sara. And then Debs and Bill had stayed inside and conveniently called Jen inside just before Sara showed up -- there definitely had to be a female conspiracy going on.
"I don't ... I can't..." I continued, and then stopped. Something about what Sara had said finally hit home. Going through my head, I suddenly realized, my oldest son and Sara were only a few weeks different in ages. My oldest sons 18th birthday had been just last month. Sara wasn't 19 today; today had to be just her 18th birthday. "Sara, why did you say you're 19?"
"I didn't."
"You didn't?" I asked, surprised. "But you said..."
"I said it was my 19th Birthday."
"So you're 19 years old..."
"No, I just turned 18. It's my nineteenth birthday."
I shook my head, befuddled. "I don't get it."
"That's because you are like most people. You've forgotten what you're really talking about and say it wrong. Your
birth
day is the day you're born. What we celebrate when we have our first
birthday party
is really the first
anniversary
of your first birthday -- but it's your
second
birth
day
. We've
completed
one full year of life, but it's the first day of our
second
year. So today is my 19th birthday. I'm 18 years old, but I'm in my 19th year, and it's the 18th
anniversary
