THIS IS A GROUPING OF STORIES BEING REPOSTED TO SERVE AS A BASE FOR A FOLLOWING SERIES CALLED, SECOND CHANCES.

THE AWAKENING:

You know how sometimes things happen in our lives with no recognizable explanation. And then how we have to pick up the pieces and move forward and learn as we go on as to what the new situation and rules are. It happened to me. I was at one moment an eighty year old man, on his sick bed. Perhaps, his last sojourn on it. And the next minute, I was a fourteen year old boy, waking up in the morning with a mother yelling at me to get ready for school.

“Jimmy, get up right now to get ready for school. I don’t want your father to have to divert himself from his trip to his job to take you to school to not get in trouble for tardiness again. The vice-principal is threatening to expel you if you do that again. And leave your sisters alone, too. They also need to get ready for school. Use the shower in your room today.”

My head was dancing with questions: Who is this mother? I didn’t recognize the voice as being of the mother that I remembered. Who was the father? My father died in an on the job accident when I was six, and the man that she married next never allowed me to call him father or dad, nor ever took me to school. Didn’t have a job most of the time either. And for that matter, it was him that bothered my older sisters, not me.

But, to get things started, I did as she asked and got a very quick shower and dressed in record time. Then down to gobble down the best breakfast that I had ever seen and on to the bus, briefly parked in front of the house waiting for me. I got onto the bus and a couple of girls from the same house as me, got on, too. And joined with some other girls at the back to gab, evidently, not paying any attention to me at all.

When we all got to school, I was immediately lost, but a guy my age called ‘Buckets’ for some reason grabbed hold of me and guided me to the locker we shared and opened it for us with, “Have you forgotten the combination, again?” I fessed up that I had, and so he reminded me for the ‘umpteenth time’ according to him and said let’s get on ‘buddy’ we need to get to class before Miss Brody has our hides.

When I got to the classroom, a girl was sitting in a seat and at the sight of me moved away, still staring at me. I got from this that this was the chair that I was to occupy and she didn’t want for some reason to be in my way. The class was algebra, which I knew for some reason that I was very good at and so diverted my attention to look into my notebook which had right in the front my class schedules and homework assignments up to date and looking ahead.

With all of this apparent good fortune working for me, I had the distinct impression that someone was looking over for me and guiding things to my personal benefit. I had nor any idea of who it would be, nor of any reason why. I also had all of this information and convictions swirling in my head and no idea of where that was coming from either. I just knew that I was a high school freshman and evidently in good health.

I made it through the day, pretty easily. After all, I remembered that I had a PHD in Nuclear Physics behind me. And I remembered that I was a published author on that subject and mysteries, too. Evidently, I passed muster with the English teacher, because I could see her raised eyebrows at some of my in-class comments made that day. Polished the day off in gym class, showing the guys, how to accurately shoot baskets, evidently a very new skill on my new part from the looks and comments of fellow classmates. Somehow, I knew that I had been a small college all American point guard in college in another time in space.

When it was time to go home, one of the older sisters took my arm and asked how my day had been and led us to the proper bus. When I became seated, she left to be with her fellow girl students again all of the way home. And then the two of them walked with me up to and into the home. I had no homework for that day, and so with the grass growing verdantly, got the mower out and polished off the lawn in short time. Did the trimming, too.

When ‘Dad’ got home he inquired on what authority did I use the mower to cut the grass? I incredulously returned his glance and said, “It needed to be cut, and so I did it, sir”

“Well, you did a great job. I guess you are old enough to carry that responsibility from now on, so the job is now yours.”

I just nodded and accompanied him to the dinner table, to join in with my sisters and mother. The meal was wonderful and afterward, I and the sisters did the dishes to our mother’s delight. At least that is who I thought she was. Then the girls took me by the hands and we joined with our younger sister and parents to watch our favorite T.V. show, America’s Got Talent. This year among the many acts was a very strange tall clown, who sang with a heart-breaking heart attitude and beautiful full voice. Two little girls, who could really sing. And others. Dad was enthralled with the guys and gals who danced in the dark with neon lights on them. Mom loved the young girl ventriloquist. Something for every one of us. I liked Angelica the best. A true courageous heart with a very big voice.

After the show was over, we were all directed to our bedrooms for the night. When I was in my bed, ‘mom’ came in to tuck me in. After sitting on the side of the bed for several minutes and visually examining me, she reached down and hugged me with, “I know son that all of this is very strange and unsettling to you, but if you just ride with it, you will get it sooner rather than later.” With that she gave me a very fine motherly kiss and turned out the light on the way out of my bedroom.

In my sleep, I remembered some of the events from my prior life, but when I woke up in the morning, the lessons from them were there, but the history behind them wasn’t. So remembering my “mother’s” admonition from the night before, I just got up and redid the ritual from the day before, with a bit more energy than then.

When I gathered at the breakfast table, everyone seemed surprised about something. Evidently it was my timeliness in joining them. But, that was rewarded with an even larger share in the breakfast bounty than the previous day when I had been tardy. I saw a gleam in my new mother’s eyes and just a shrug by my new father. The girls just nodded to each other.

School was the same that day. But, it was a Friday and so everyone was excited about the basketball game that night. We were going to be playing one of the state’s power houses, but this time we had a chance because our school, Ben-son High, had their best team ever. If they won tonight, they would be going to the playoffs, if the lost, they could still make it by winning the next game after that

During the day, the girls started to very carefully approach me, like I was someone that they knew, but a better version of him. I very much like feminine attentions and showed it very respectfully. They seemed to like that very much and began to mildly contend with each other over my attentions to them. This peaked at lunchtime when five of them showed up at my table to share lunch with me and to talk my head off. At least they made the effort!

When I finished the day up in gym class, we played a twenty minute game of basketball and the teacher made me the point guard, because of what he had seen in class the day before. Without even trying very hard, I scored twenty-one points, with several assists to the gapping faces of the other gym rats in the class. Before I could escape the gym, the school basketball coach approached me and asked if I would like to try out for the team. Their back-up point guard had sprained his ankle that day in his gym class and they needed a back-up to be available during the game. He assured me that I probably wouldn’t play at all, but would get a ringside seat to all the action from the bench.

I said in that case it was okay with me, but I would have to run it past my parents, he said no problem, he had already taken care of that and that they had my school health exam on record and so that hurdle was passed too. All that I had to do was to show up, put on an outfit and sit on the bench.

When I got home, everyone was smiling, because of this and they insisted that I drink a lot of water, but eat sparingly, because of the strain that I would be experiencing ‘on the bench.’ I got the feeling that they definitely knew something that I wasn’t a party to. When we were getting ready to go to the game; Alice, my sixteen year old sister, barged right in to my bedroom and then into my bathroom to hurry me up and make sure that I would be presentable for my ‘coming out’ as a team member that night. She seemed to have no problem with seeing me nude and toweling me off. I was just about to put on my street clothes, when my ‘mother’ came in and help me on with my briefs, so that Alice could go to her room and dress herself up to snuff.

All six of us packed into the family sedan that had an old fashioned front bench seat. Evidently dad had special ordered that, so that we could all ride as one family. I was in the back with Alice on one side and Mary on the other. Mary was fourteen like me as my fraternal twin. I could tell that we were especially close, because how she crowded up to my side. But, Alice was much further away. It was very cozy on the way to the game!

When I got to the gym, the assistant head coach was outside waiting for me and took me into hand to join with the team in the training room/locker room. Evidently some of the team members had been in our class integrated gym class-es and had informed the other team members about me. One of the juniors sidled up to me and whispered, “Just stay out of my way, squirt!” After all, these boys had played together for many years and here is a guy, a freshman, who acts like he doesn’t know people who have known of his sorry ass for years breaking on to THEIR team.

I ignored all of that and put on my uniform, to take my place on the bench out of all of their ways.

When the actual playing of the game began, the coach said to me, ‘Come on up and listen in on the huddles.’ So, I did. And because of faint memories, I seemed to understand all of the remarks and instructions of the coaches and experienced players.

The game started and our team was playing very good ball, but at the end of the first quarter were eight points behind anyway. In the second quarter, when the other coach rested some of his players, out team caught up to be only four behind at halftime. Then in the third quarter, my team really turned it up and the game was tied going into the fourth quarter.

At that, on the opening possession of the fourth quarter, our final quarter, our point guard turned his ankle by stepping on an opponent’s foot getting a rebound. At the injury time-out the coach informed me that I was his only option and since the game was so close and important, he would have to use me. I knew that I had played a lot before in some distant time and so shrugged off my warm-up jacket and assumed the proper place on the floor.

I contained myself to an ability of a gifted fourteen year old, but that was enough to befuddle the other team. I took only three shots and made two of them, one from long range. The rest of the time I harassed my opposite point guard man to man and assisted my other players with pin point passes for layups, and virtually uncontested jump shots. We won by four points and the team including the ankle-sprained regular point guard carried me off of the court on their shoulders. As I took my shower with my wee body, the big power forward that had advised me to stay out of his way, told me to, “Next time when you have an open shot, take it!” I just nodded to him.

It was two weeks until the next playoff game, which we won, too. And the regular point guard with heavy bandages handled his position rather well, with me spelling him on the court three times for five minutes each. No heroics this time but, the team was showing an acceptance of me, too.

After we got home from the first night I played, I went immediately up to my room and got into bed. After about an hour, Alice came in and got into bed with me. She took me into her arms and with cooing lips, gathered me up to her and her budding breasts that were uncovered, evidently for my sake. She kissed my lips and after letting me kiss her breastworks for a few minutes, lowered her-self under the covers and gave me my very first oral to penis activity in this persona. After all that had happened to me that day, it was just all so wonderful, having this very pretty girl, who was older than me and my sister, take my penis into her mouth and with a lot of spit, slosh it around her tongue and then suck it very strongly until I came into her mouth and down her throat, I was wondering if anything could be better.

After finishing me off and swallowing the residue that she sucked and licked off and out of me, she rose back up in the bed, took me back into her arms and guided me back to asleep.

Sometime after her departure, I don’t know how long it was, my mother came up to me and also took me into her arms. My eyes popped open and she whispered into my ear, “My James, I am so proud of you my boy. Just so you know, my first James was beloved by me, but was a horrid person. He died be-cause of a brain hemorrhage, which no one but you and me and the rest of the family here knows about. There is a research hospital in town that specializes in replacing dead young children to their parents, usually only ones who were not good people, with the memories of an experienced older person to get a better result. They say that it works almost every time. It is working really great this time with you. Don’t worry about it, we all know and love you very much. From now on you will subconsciously know, but not be alert enough about it to spoil the fun that you are going to have living the life that my dead son could have had, if he had been a better person.” With that I went back to sleep with her finishing kiss to my cheek remembered. The only thing that I remembered from that night, except for Alice.

Over the next few weeks, everything proceeded like it would naturally do with a beloved fourteen year old boy in a fine family. The school team won until the final game, and then lost the final game by three points. When we got back home, we were treated by the town like we had won. After all it was the best season that the team had ever had. I got my fifteen minutes of fame as part of the team and then everyone just put that aside and time and school moved on.

Nothing sexual happened over that time, but the girls and mom were very affectionate with me, and regularly let me know how much they appreciated me. Dad said very little, but I could see in his eyes deep satisfaction with my efforts at school, home and with the family members. That was a lot to carry on my now young shoulders.

In the Spring, I turned out for track and ran the long distance races, specializing in the mile. I had a feeling that in my previous life that I had not been a runner, but a tennis player. But, I really did get into this, this time. When you run, it can build up a tremendous adrenalin overload, that is almost as stupendous as a sexual climax. With no danger in running of getting a girl pregnant, nor coming up against the law, either. I placed eighth in the state in the mile and everyone in school was amazed. I promised myself that the next year that I would train hard-er and let myself finish higher.

Then school finished for the year and I prepared to see what the summer would bring. I had turned fifteen by then and was beginning to grow. I would move from five foot-four to five foot-eight by the time school started again. The night that the grades record had arrived, mother unexpectantly joined me in bed, late in the night. She was naked as she entered under the covers, and when I awoke enough to first sense and then to join in on the fun, I was stunned but very grateful to have her there. There seemed to be a residual of my regular desires from my previous life, and without developing an unnecessary sexual trend in my new life, evidently she thought that she needed to service the feelings that I had brought with me.

So, she cuddled up to me with her very warm and rounded body. I could feel her tits up to my face and so took them under my attentions with nuzzling, caressing kissing, licking and finally suckling on her nipples. She was reacting evidently far beyond her expectations, with murmurs, sighs and little squeaks. As my mouth gave loving attentions to her breasts, my hands were caressing her body, working their way down to her belly and then to her groin. When they found her pussy slit, she jumped at my touch and settled in for a ride for her senses.

My fingers moved past her small bush at the top and entered into the slit, with fingerings up and down the cleft. After a few minutes of this, two of them entered her vagina and found that special spot on the top of this tunnel to pleasure her more. I could tell that this degree of attentions to herself was new to her. Probably a loving and gentle husband who was rather bland in his intimacies. But, with her hips pushing up at my plunging down with my fingers, I finally let my thumb give attentions to her clit. She was now completely out of her mind in lust and moved me over and fell on to her back. She grabbed me and guided me to being on top of her and with my legs in between hers. She had lost all patience with this and so moved my body up to have my enlarging penis impale her.

I felt like a human dildo for her and….enjoyed it tremendously. This fine and wonderful woman was going to get her cookies special baked this night! As my cock reached up into her pussy vault, it felt the wetness and internal features of her well used vagina. She had four children, including me and I was preparing to launch another semen attack on her femininity. It didn’t take very long due to my long period of abstinence, and so I filled up her cup to the brim with my hot sperm. She then climaxed and gathered my smaller body into her arms and gent-ly smothered me in her lover’s kisses at first and then ended with her mother’s kisses. I enjoyed them both as I moved back towards sleep in a totally exhausted state. I didn’t even feel her leaving my bed.

AWAKENING 2

Mom fluffed me up last night, I remembered it. But, what the logic of that was escapes me. I anticipate that this is not going to happen all that often, but I guess it will help me a lot to be patient for my other self and this one to meld together and find a balance in my conflicting feelings about sex and other things.

It is obvious from everyone’s reactions to me and their current operating relationships with me, that I am now considerably different than the personage who inhabited this young boy’s body in the recent past. Where my current per-sonage is from, I have had clues and assurances, but never-the-less am beginning to be accommodated to this new life and awareness on my part. After all, it is not hard to live a life with a great deal of acceptance and a strong handle on most of life’s challenges, rather profound ones for me at my apparent age. The main thing is to not appear too advanced for my age, nor too perfect either. So, I have to let some slippage appear at times, for my parents to have opportunities to show their parenting skills and my sisters, their young girl harassing abilities. Just not enough to upset this whole scenario that I am in the middle of.

With summer now beginning, I will have to experience a young boy’s summer time adventures. And what an adventure it will be. My current parents have an acre that they live on and my father is an affluent man. Not rich, but well able to live much of the American Dream. The house is an older one that has been brought up to date. Not pretentious but very comfy for a family of six and any guests that are invited. The back half of the property is arranged as a suburban type ‘Disneyland.” In a corner near the house is a raised swimming pool of thirty feet in diameter with a redwood raised deck with plenty of room for young girls to loll around showing off their young girl charms. And as a person would wander back from there from the house they would encounter a flexible small area for volleyball or badminton. And beyond there is a small three hole putting course and a rubber horse shoe throwing area.

The farthest back is a sizable garden with a small dwarf fruit tree orchard. It is about as perfect a back yard as could be conceived and built in our times. And during that summer it was well-used. Various welcome neighbors with their children, close relatives and dad’s friends from work rotated their presence through our back yard that summer. My parents were very selective about who they invited to share their time with us and offenders were sent on their way very quickly to rarely return. The rules were relayed to them with a solemn tone before they even arrived and also the results to them if they broke them. From events of that summer, at least four families became barred from ever coming back again.

This also caused a reflex reaction from them. Since, coming over to our place was such a desired attraction, their kids were advised to cooperate with us to the most extreme efforts. This was a situation that was fraught with the opportunity for abuse. And my previous self had in the past used that to great effect. So, the summertime friends were curious as to what I would be like with the spread out reports of the massive improvement in my deportment.

During the first picnic of the summer, one of the local families, whose own daughters had suffered at the hands of my previous self, came to enjoy the early June days with us, with reserved anticipations of what I would be like. They had a daughter who was a year younger than my current body and who had been able to reign in my previous self with a very strong based good hearted-effort. She especially was excited about seeing me again, as even though we lived just a couple of blocks away, she went to another school. She was a freshman, just like me, but a year younger one. And a very bright one, too.

During a lull in the activities, she (Angelica) and I were in our bathing suits sitting on collapsed deck chairs with leg supports just freeform in unspecific discussions. At least undefined by me. She was doing her best to sound me out as to who and what I was now. Because within a few minutes she had recognized the presence of someone that was decidedly different from the ‘me’ that she had known all of her life. I recognized what was going on and played along with it, but was effective in diverting her penetrating questions, as skillfully as they were pro-pounded. After a bit of that, we just settled down to relaxing in each other’s presence, when we weren’t playing in the pool. I could see my mother keeping close watch on this proceeding.

After a while she moved to join her father in taking care of the hamburgers and hot dogs being burned on the outdoor natural gas bar-b-que. Then all of a sudden there was some kind of blowup with gas flames filling the closed in area of the cooking. Her father had turned around and so just got his hair and the back of his clothes singed. But, Angelica had been peering right in to the cooker and got a face full and head full blast of fire. I was nearby and grabbed her immediately and ran her up on to the deck and threw her into the pool. She sank immediately un-der the waters and I then jumped in to pull her sodden self, back to the surface. She was in shock and so I had to hold her up in the shallow end while my mother called for an ambulance. When they arrived in about ten minutes, the guys told me that I had done really well, and took her under their care to take her to the hospital.

Everyone, including my sisters ran up to me to enclose and comfort me from the obvious emotional shock that all of this had caused me, but all that I could think of was a little girl on the way to the hospital with very serious burns and being scared to death.

The visiting family excused themselves to go and be with their little girl, and my sisters took me up to my room and laid themselves up to me on the bed to give me some very much needed comfort and support. After several minutes of this, two of them left and Mary remained next to me, lightly caressing me in deep sympathy. Felt, but not heard mother looked in on us and then firmly closed the bedroom door. At this, Mary unclothed herself down to her panties and bra, and laid herself up on top of me. With that, I reached up and pulled her into my arms to get all of the comfort that I could get from my fraternal half.

She looked down at me and then began lightly to kiss me. She was just so beautiful with her face down to mine and her body laid up on top of me. I just couldn’t hold back this time. I reached under her bra strap and undid it to release her tiny breasts to my touch. She cooperated with this by rolling her body from one side to the other to remove the bra from our vicinity. And with my hands massaging her small mounds, she rose up and removed her panties, too. With this I went in crazy mode and began to more aggressively kiss her and move my hands over her body. She smiled with this and cooperated totally.

Then she rose for a moment and opened my zipper to free my growing penis to our use. She didn’t bother to undress me, but just installed it up into between her legs and in to her pussy slit. With me firmly entered into that general region, she began to thrust up and down on my penis to her and my delight. She then opened her legs and installed me up into her ass, evidently to preserve her virginity. She rose up to sit on me and bounced and flexed on top of my body until I totally released my cum up into her back channel. With that accomplished and the profound relaxation that it produced in me, she got up and lowered herself to minister and clean up my now sodden cock. After that was completed, she rose up again, putting her clothing back on and asserted to me, “Anytime, my dear James, that you need me!” And then she left my room to my now slumbering self.

Later that evening, Mom came in and informed me that Angelica was going to be just fine. Just singed a bit, but everyone was saying that I had saved her life, and that it wasn’t far from the truth. She acknowledged the loving service of my Mary without even mentioning it and added her loving embrace and motherly kisses to it. She had brought my dinner up to me and advised me to just take the evening off and relax to face another day tomorrow. So, for once, I did exactly what mom had asked me to do.

Three days later, I made my way to the hospital to visit Angelica. She had been very hesitant to let me come to be with her, since the singeing had actually produced some serious burns on her face. It was thought that there would be some scarring. And she was afraid of how I would react to my seeing her like that. But, her family fearing that she would withdraw from her active life, insisted that she welcome me in to seeing her. And when I showed up at the door, she broke down in tears and reached out to me to come and hug her.

The attending nurse seeing no issue, left for an extended break and locked the door behind her. Angelica and I heard the bolt go home and then realized that this was the first time in our lives that we had ever been truly alone with each other. But, there would be no offending behavior on my part. I was deter-mined to delay my non-threatening and non-injurious ‘pervy’ self from establishing itself in this young body, yet. I got a big fat smile from her when she realized this, but still invited me to sit up on the bed next to her. All that I could deter-mine from this was that my previous self had not been so contained about his sexual desires. And that this young girl had suffered from them, but had evidently learned how to manage him, while still loving him. This love had also evidently been passed on to me, who now inhabited the same body.

I remained silent with my hand holding her, until she would be ready to talk with me. When that finally came, it was with tears in her eyes and profound assertions of my saving her life. I had no intention of downgrading my efforts, because at this point it meant so much to her. But, I did reach up and lightly kiss a non-injured portion of her face. I would have kissed her right on one of the open burns, but didn’t want to interfere with the healing process. Amazingly, except for a light coating of protective salve, they were left out in the open in this sterile environment. Speeds the healing process, I later found out.

While her face was damaged, her eyes and hands were as active as ever. She asked me how she was going to be able to handle this in her life, since she had already been advised that there was likely going to be permanent scarring. And it would be especially apparent on her medium dark skinned face. I offered that anyone who really liked her would just ignore it, and those who didn’t then shouldn’t be of much concern to her as long as that was an issue for them. Besides, from what I could see, it appeared that the only permanent affliction that this would provide would probably be the pale scars about her face. And I told her that when she went out and wanted to deflect attentions from it, she could just use some facial make-up and cover it over. She smiled at that.

She appeared to want some reinforcement as to her female attractiveness, so I gave her some caressing of her arms and tummy. She grabbed my hands and moved them to her pussy, so I caressed, rubbed and fingered her there for several minutes to let her know that I was definitely interested in this part of her too. After a few more minutes, the nurse returned and knocked on the door, Angelica and I rearranged our clothing for a more public propriety and I moved and let the nurse in. She smiled at me and Angelica and I left with a very wide smile on lovely Angie’s face.

When I got home on the bus, mom took me up into my room and advised me that Angelica’s parents were ecstatic over the benefits of my visit to her. She was being so much more positive about things now, despite the obvious damage done to her. And they wanted to pass on their thanks again to me. I looked at mom and said, “No problem mom, she is my friend!”

“Yes, she is James. A very good one, too.”

And then I seriously addressed her, “Mom, I am not as perfect as everyone here seems to think that I am. There doesn’t seem to be any residual influence of my former self, but the self I brought with me was not perfect either.”

“We realize that, you father and I got to see a lot of information on your past and you appeared to be a very honorable man. Not a perfect one, but good-hearted in your successes and failures. We were very happy for you to come and reform our beloved son’s life. The only son that I will ever have, unless you hap-pen to plant another in me. That isn’t likely, though.”

I smiled at that and got the usual mommy hugs and kisses that I had very quickly become used to.

About a month later, Angelica was out of the hospital, with only light band-ages on her face and became a fixture at our place on the pool deck, because none of us paid any attention at all to her obvious injuries.

That weekend, mom and dad decided to have their cuddle and spoon at the drive-in date. They also decided to factor in the plaintive cry from Angie’s mom to include her with me on some kind of public thing to get her out of her now imposed shell. I’m not sure that a drive-in date qualified, but I was game. Especially since the Newest Star Wars movie was still being shown on its screen. So, we loaded up ourselves, stopped by to pick up an excited Angie and drove in serenity to our date with lover’s haven.

Angie and I were given some dough by dad and told that we were on our own, he had a hot woman to play with tonight. Angie and I laughed to ourselves over that and proceeded to go to the on-site snack bar to load up with enough calories to last us until the next summer. With this operation successfully done, we made our way back to the car hand-in–hand, with our free hands full of goodies.

As we got back into the car, we noticed the already steamed up windows, except for the front one that had an inside heater with air flow keeping it clear. Some mumbles and murmurs from the front seat indicated to us that we had better leave them strictly alone. We couldn’t even see their heads and dad was six foot two tall.

So, Angie and I settled in to the back seat, in the middle to get the best view of the movie, snuggled up and covered ourselves with the available blanket for maybe the best time we would have all summer. We ate of the goodies for a bit while watching the movie begin to develop, and then she whispered into my ear, “James, I won’t break or freak out! Let those hands of yours show your love for me, please.”

So, through her now opened blouse, I moved my hands to cuddle with her far breast, to her murmured pleasure. She returned the favor by opening my zip-per and lightly cuddled it with her free hand, too. We cuddled and played with each other hands on for the rest of the movie, punctuated every so often with very hot kisses. She had to use my handkerchief on the results of her love play, but her breasts remained tame by comparison.

When mom and dad came up finally for air, I knew that it was time to go. The movie had finished and a second feature was about to begin, but all of us were very ready to return home and go to bed. Mom and dad for obvious reasons.

When we got Angie home, I accompanied her up to the door and hidden behind a convenient bush gave her a mega kiss. She whispered that she had loved the date and hoped to do something with me again someday. I told her that she could count on that, and she turned to the door to go in with a mega smile on her face. We stayed very close friends the rest of the summer and actively resented the parting that we would have in the fall as we each went to our own high schools.

I now returned to high school as a sophomore, a small but significant advancement of my status at the school. There was some effort expended to get me to turn out for the football team, but that was a ‘no go’ from the start, I had no intention of being folded, spindled and mutilated by some high school linebacker. But, the cheerleaders were now paying attentions to me, because of my folded over from last year’s attentions to my basketball prowess and my success in running the mile at state. I liked the attentions, of course, but was diverting the attentions from them, because of other avenues of interest, mainly my sisters.

No, nothing had happened since the day of the fire to Angie’s face, but I had hopes. And mom was still visiting me at night to reassure me of my place in their family and this time. But, I was adjusting to that very well and seldom felt the uneasiness that had opened this chapter of my life.

On the vacations due to holidays, Angie sought my attendance on her and we enjoyed several outings with or without my family to movies and the arcade at the mall. She was devilishly good at video games and I showed my appreciation by helping her finance her playing of them and giving her moral support while she absolutely slew them. In between the games, she would give me fervent kisses to the gasps of the others around us, probably thinking on their parts, why is the white boy kissing the black girl with the scarred face? Out of pity? Not in your life! Angie was a hot girl, despite the scars and a dear friend, too. No other intimacies were enjoyed over the winter with her, though.

The night after Thanksgiving, mom joined me in the bed again. Evidently this would be a seasonal thing, four times a year by how it was going. She was again naked in the getting in to my bed. But, this time she had Alice join us, to my stunned surprise. Alice lit up the room with her megawatt smile as she joined us in the bed, also naked.

Then proceeded a flurry of caresses, kisses, light bites and grabs at interesting sites between the three of us. Finally, Alice helped to guide me up into mom’s pussy vault and then from behind licked up my butt crack and into my anal cavity. With that, I strongly came up into my mother, again filling her up with my hot cum. She showed her pleasure at that, by reinvigorating my dick to take its place up my sister’s ass for another cum expulsion. With some very dear kisses, they then exited from my room for the rest of the night. And then Mary, my twin moved in to take her place by my side and in my arms for the rest of the night. No more play, just affectionate cuddling to pass away the night in the dark.

A month later at the dinner table, Dad announced that the family was going to get another son, and that his name would be George, if everything worked out okay. The name George rang a bell in the back of my mind, but I couldn’t pull out from where that it had come. And mother never admitted that it was me that had impregnated her. It wouldn’t matter that much anyway, since dad and I were very close in DNA blessings. The pregnancy worked out fine and George joined our happy group to the joy of all. Mother never lit up my bed ever again, though. She had gotten what she wanted and the girls were then expected to take care of me from that time on. Mindy the youngest, now fourteen herself was chafing at getting her chance with the family dick. But, despite the fact that Alice and Mary took care of this at widely separated occasions, I was not excited about introducing Mindy to this activity, yet. She bore her disappointment with ill hidden resentment.

I split the starting point guard duties with the left over player from the previous year. We did very well, but died out in the first playoff game by five points. Still a very good year for the team. In the Spring I again ran the mile and placed second this time to the excitement of the school and students. High expectations were in store for the next year.

Several of the ‘spirit girls’ and cheerleaders let me know that they would very much like to service any intimate needs that I had. I let them down very gently and told each one that I would wait to the next year to entertain that offer, as I was not ready for that, yet. They each showed a bit of disappointment, but also gave me a kiss to remember them by. My God, what a time I was having.

But, another summer was awaiting and I was awaiting what would come my way this year.

AWAKENING 3

With the beginning of summer came another big thing in my new life, I turned sixteen along with Mary my twin sister. This opened the possibility of me learning to drive. But, since my dad was not too keen on the idea of burying a teenage driver son, it was a long shot for the present. Mary was just as disappointed as I was, but not as disappointed as evidently Mindy was because of my delaying welcoming her into the family night time hobby.

Though mom was no longer allowing intimacies with me anymore, I still got the night time emotional up-building talks and hugs to go with them. On the first one after the beginning of summer vacation, she brought up Mindy’s concern. She pointed out that if she had her druthers all of us would remain virgins until our marriages, but things just weren’t of that order these days, and so she would rather have me meet their temporary needs until the established a relationship with a viable partner, than to let some drooling idiot of a boy introduce them to sex in the form that would discourage them from ever considering it again, except to have children.

So, I agreed to introduce Mindy to it, as soon as she felt that she was really ready and not just jealous because others in the family were getting something that she wasn’t. I would let her decide when that was. Mom agreed with that.

Meantime, Angie again took up her place on the pool deck as a semi-permanent resident. The other girls thought of her as just a darker sister in residence and she was percolating her own designs on initiating intimacies with me, too. We had already started dating again, too. And her scars had healed to the stage that they were not that noticeable anymore and easily covered over with makeup if the situation required it. Not for me, because I liked her just as she was, and she rode that acceptance from me to a return to her very confident manner.

Dad decided that Mary and I could take the high school driver course this coming year and he would evaluate thing after that as to our actually getting a license. It was hinted that that could hinge mightily on how responsible we were in the other matters of life. That certainly sobered Mary and me up.

The weekend picnics resumed, and a couple of the barred families were given second chances and showed very determinately that they would never do anything again to lose that privilege in the future. Their children became para-gons of virtue at our place and the girls of all ages took their turns watching baby George for us, along with suggesting that I might want to ‘play’ with them for the privilege of not only attending our parties, but the privilege to enter our sacrosanct home. I just passed this off as youthful enthusiasm and didn’t take any of it seriously. But, some of them did.

One of the days, when Angie was in the house (she being the only visitor allowed this at this time) a couple of the younger girls jumped into the pool with me. The others present were busy with their notice elsewhere and so one of the girls cornered me against the front wall of the pool, hiding what they were doing and the other dove under and loosed my swimming trunks. I didn’t really want this, but was worried about making some kind of fuss over it, that could be passed with blame back on me, since I (or the resident of this body in the past) had been a real jerk about sexual matters. I felt that they were literally over their heads in this attempt and so let them play on. They accepted this as agreement on my part, so the alternated hugging me at the surface and submerging to play with my cock. They got it into their mouths several times and managed to enliven it. Then from the surface, they backed up to enter it into their pussies alternately. Just about this time, Mom came by and saw what was occurring. She saw the expression on my face and realized that this was not to my liking and so withdrew and quickly had their mothers call them to get ready to go. They were never allowed back.

That night as I went to sleep, a small body moved into my room and it was now fourteen year old Mindy in her panties and training bra. They were both little girl’s wear with elephants and ponies and such on them. Very cute on a girl’s body. She got under the covers and cuddled up to me, awaiting what I would do with her. In a whisper I suggested that we just play lightly this time for her to get used to it and decide if she really wanted to go all the way any time soon. She liked that and we just got handsie that night, and when mom came by she just kissed us both and returned to her bedroom to cuddle up to her beloved husband, while I did so with my beloved sister.

This year I was invited to the summer basketball camp to allow my obvious skills to meld with the people that I would be playing with this coming season. It was a hundred miles away and a lot of the boys didn’t take that very well. There were a lot of stifled tears each night. But, since I was away in God only knows how far in time and space and even in another’s body, I took it rather well.

It so happened that next door, was the training camp for the state’s cheerleaders. And they wanted more than shaking pompoms for their entertainment. Since, I seemed to be one of the few guys that wasn’t mortified by the distance to our mothers, they quickly set their eyes on me. One of the girls from my school sort of warded off the others and claimed me as her personal project. Actually, we had some very fun times together during the two weeks of our camp, but she never got what she ultimately wanted. But, she was good-natured about that, and I personally thanked her for running interference with the other girls to save me the trouble. She hinted that she thought that that might mean something positive for her in the coming year, I just winked at her, and left her with her hoped for desires intact.

When I got back, I found out that Angie, had found another boy who was interesting her. She still considered me her best friend, but this other boy was cutting a wide swath with her feelings. I decided to just let it go, and let her seek her happiness wherever her heart led her. Mom gave me the knowing glance and left the topic alone. So did my sisters, who were still taking care of me once in awhile anyway.

When school started in the Fall, I happened to end up sitting right next to Stella the cheerleader with expectations of me in three of my five classes. I somehow wasn’t surprised by that. Football is king in the Fall, so I gathered some of the guys that were going to play basketball on the varsity team that year and we scrimmaged regularly when we could right up to the opening of regular practices at the school. During our scrimmages at the public park, Stella and some of her fellow cheerleaders would show up, too and practice their moves on the sidelines while we toiled and sweated on the court. Staking out their claims, I guessed.

Anyway, when the real varsity scrimmages began, the coach right away noticed that he had a real team on his hands this year. So, he drove us even harder than usual and opened us up to some more advanced defensive and offensive strategies. This bunch took to them very well. And when we practiced with the J.Vs, they began to complain that we were too hard to play against.

Somehow when the season began with the first game, there was a full contingent from the surrounding papers and radio stations. After we demolished our first three opponents by an average of thirty points, the local public access T.V. station started showing up to tape our games for later transmission. And then when we were still undefeated and actually untested with six games to play, the carried the feeds live.

We finished the regular season undefeated and the second rated team in the state in our division. We plowed through the playoffs and won the state title to our school’s hysterical gratitude. I made all-state regardless of division and was invited to move to one of the top highest division schools along with staying at its coach’s home. I very politely refused that, and when the continued pressure got too much to bear, I swore off high school basketball for good. At this Stella lost interest in me, much to my relief.

One other plus for that Junior year was that I passed the driving class with my sis Mary and we were allowed to now drive the family car with one of our parents in it with us. Not exactly what we had in mind, but a step forward to that goal.

Mindy and I had still just cuddled on her nights with me and seemed satisfied with that. I never told anyone what went on with any of them. Mom knew but she was closed mouth about it, too. Even with other family members. Dad just turned his head away from all of this and continued to enjoy his still very lovely and affectionate wife.

With a couple of years as James now under my belt, hardly anything from my past came to any attention with me. The lessons from my previous life still had profound effects on my thinking and actions, but as to my identity, I now completely felt that I was now James for good.

To forestall pressure to return to the basketball team for the next, my senior year, I took up dancing and roller skate dancing to fill in the vacuum of the time that I was now denying. As this progressed, I also took up interest in music, and all of this was having another profound effect on me. It was separating me from the highly competitive sports environment too as passion for joint activities that united all of the participants, instead of dividing them into teams. I found that I really liked this, and it had nothing to do with my prior life, either. This was something new for both of us, the man I used to be and the young man that I was then growing up to be. Both Mom, Dad and my sisters fully approved.

And they backed me up too, from the hysterical cell calls of the basketball coach who wanted me back on the team. Dad just told him, ‘James has other interests now, and I and his Mother are backing him up fully in this.” End of conversation! I did get some backlash from the students, but the teachers put a stop to that very quickly. But, I had grown to over six feet tall by this time and was slim but very toned because of the dancing and roller-dancing. And so the desire to bother me became a moot point soon.

Finally one night with Mindy with me, she now being sixteen to my seven-teen, she broached the subject of us that night going all the way together. I asked her if she was ready for this, and she said that she was and really eager for it to be with me. So, I said okay.

We got up and locked my bedroom door, mom would understand that if she tried it. We undressed and used my personal shower and we gloried in each other’s lovely teen bodies. We hugged and kissed each other under the hot water spraying and then after we toweled each other off, I took her hand and guided her to my bed. She shyly entered under the covers and I moved to the other side to do the same.

I took her into my arms and kissed her very tenderly and sweetly. She responded to this by moving my hand up to her breasts, which were much more developed at this age than either of her sisters. After caressing them a bit, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything that would cause any pain to this dear young woman, so she moved my face and mouth down to them. With my tenderly kissing and suckling on them, she began to shimmy in the bed under the sensory onslaught of feelings that this was generating in her. She then moved down in the bed to partake of my growing penis, to which she used her mouth. While she did that I gently reached around her to feel up her pussy and found it to be hot to the touch and sopping with her personal body produced lubricant.

She didn’t want to delay now, so she moved to her back and begged me with her eyes to take her now before she changed her mind. I moved up very slowly in the vagina and encountered no hymen. It must have been ripped during her gymnastics’ practices. So, I moved right up into the deepest of her vaginal chamber and rested there while her body adjusted to my presence in her girlish body. She was breathing very hard at this point and then motioned with her hands against my sides to get things along. So, I began the withdrawals and plunges into her body to bring her and since this was very new to her, she came very quickly. I did too, because of the feelings I had about her and the tightness of her body. I knew that mom had put her on birth control several years before this, so I wasn’t worried about that. But, Mindy also dispelled any other worries by shedding tears of joy into my neck and whispering how much she loved me for this. We fell asleep with me tearing up, too!

In the morning when I awoke, I found myself laying half on her with my head next hers, my leg laying between hers and my hand laying on her chest between her fine breasts. And when I looked at her she had the biggest smile that could be imagined. However the next sound was Mom rallying us again to get ready for school. So, we jumped from the bed and immediately headed to the shower. No time to play this time, we went about our business with a feeling of anxiety which caused me to rapidly put on my clothes and her to rush down to her bedroom to do the same. Mary met us at the door to catch the bus, but Alice didn’t have to hurry since her college classes didn’t start for another two hours.

When we all got home that afternoon, Mindy went to her room and shortly thereafter returned to my room with an armload of her clothing and a box of her personal products. The clothing went into my dresser drawers, with my stuff crowded over and the box of personal products went into my bathroom. Not a word was said by or to me about it. She just made up her mind and acted on it. She did maintain a presence in her bedroom for occasional privacy and study.

When my parents became aware of this, they with raised eyebrows kept their silence in the face of the dramatic turn of events. My twin, Mary smiled at us without comment and Alice was unconcerned since she as a twenty year old had her own intimacy issues to balance between two very nice young men. Mary was dating, too. So, was not visiting my bed at the present. And mother had abandoned my bed many months ago except for her monthly pep talks late at night. So, everyone just seemed to settle in to this new arrangement as the new status quo.

It’s not like we were having sex all the time. Perhaps as often as once a month was about it. It was that Mindy was welded to my psyche. She doted on me, just like a new virgin bride, and in some senses was just that. We got along extremely well, both of us being fine tuned to the other’s feelings. And I satisfied her needs for positive emotional reinforcement in my continual hugging and kissing of her, but only within the confines of our home. She felt secure in me, because I was not being intimate with anyone else at the time. I might have been with Angie, if she had been available, but she was now dating a nice black boy. Perhaps peer pressure at work there. But, she still showed up regularly in the sunny weather for her sun bathing and was very friendly to me and the rest of our family. Sometimes with her boyfriend in tow. A really cool guy, too.

So, Mindy and I with Mary progressed through the school year with very little drama to contend with. I could see hunger in the basketball’s coaches when we passed in the hallways, but they knew better now than to bother me about it. I did recoup some of my status and acceptability on campus when that Spring, I won the state title in the mile and set a new state record in the process. This brought me up to the attentions of the cheer leaders and ‘spirit girls’ again. But, I blunted their efforts to gain some status by associating with me by keeping all of their efforts contained to friendly interchanges and lunches at school. They detected that I was very normal in my manly interests. When they flouted their femininity, I definitely reacted to it, but in mild ways, so they supposed that I was dating a girl from another school. Perhaps that Angie girl, who lived just down the street from me. None of them knew that the only girl in my life was Mindy my sister who was living in my bedroom and sharing my bed every night.

So, when the last of our school years concluded, Mary and I graduated. Mindy still had two years to go, and Alice was finishing her junior year in college. Mary and I got through the graduation exercises okay, but right after I received my diploma, I started to get a sense of distress in my mind and heart. And it began to spill over into my body’s sense of wellness, too. I didn’t say anything about it, but mom who was always fine-tuned to my status did notice. And Mindy was beginning to show a great deal of concern about it, too. She would notice everything about me by being right up and personal with me each night.

So, mom dragged me to the doctor’s to check it out. He was a specialist from the Twilight City’s niche hospital to my surprise. I didn’t think that a person would be taken to see a world renowned heart surgeon for a chest cold. And this doctor was a very exclusive psychiatrist. After he checked my vitals, he did some initial blood work and ran me through some ‘bull shit [I thought]’ psych tests. After then discussing matters with Mom and Mindy, he recommended that I be hospitalized for observation for a few days, as he put it. I was very shook up at this turn of events. But, since I had nothing pending over the next few weeks, I gave in to their rather rigidly enforced suggestions.

At the hospital, Mindy came every day and spent most of the day with me talking and also with a lot of hugging with her on the bed up next to me. Even though the nurses knew exactly who Mindy was, they still thought that all of the attention that I was getting was very cute and they made no efforts to interfere with it.

By the fourth day, I was deteriorating rather quickly and for no apparent reason to me. But, I detected in my malaise that the others were in on something that I was unaware of.

Finally on the seventh night, my mother came to talk with me late in the evening. The nurses closed and locked the door behind her as she settled in. She reached up and caressed my face and grabbed and held me in her arms, like she was losing me, and was heart-ripped over it. There were some tears and then she settled down to evidently set some important things in front of me.

“Son, now is the time to set some things straight with you. You have been so dear to all of us and it is apparent that Mindy’s heart is especially in turmoil over the latest events. So, I am going to take you back to the beginning and hopefully it will help the situation now.

As soon as our son, James was ten, we could tell that he was going to be a real problem. He was spiteful, mean-spirited and nasty to the females that were around him. His sisters were afraid of him, and the neighbors wouldn’t let him near their homes. He had been advised that he was on the cusp of being kicked out of school for his actions there. Even the boys much bigger than him were afraid of him. At the age of thirteen, he had a cerebral hemorrhage and went into a coma. He was about to die and his mind shut down. The doctors offered no real hope for his recovery.

Then the doctors from the local research hospital came and inspected him. They found that there was nothing wrong with his body, it was his brain that was the cause of the current situation. Perhaps the stress from his very unhappy life that was resulting in his acting up so viciously.

They met with your father and me and presented a scenario that could alleviate the problem for some time. They couldn’t say for how long. It involved working on the brain physically and mentally to replace his personality with one that was much more socially acceptable. They had already done this four times to mixed results. Up to this time the longest that any of them survived the proceedure was two and a half years. But, the changes in the manner of the young person was dramatically changed for the better. It just wouldn’t stay stable for longer than that.

They advised us that they had done a lot of study with the recorded results of the first four subjects and determined at least two factors that could accelerate their progress in the next subject, which turned out to be you. They would get the personality from a near relative and would reinforce it from what was known about his manner of life. The donor that was chosen was your grandfather, Old George. He was very old and feeble at this time and about eighty years old. He was expected to live for some time though, a necessary ingredient of this to work successfully. No one had figured out why that was, though. And a key ingredient in his personality was that he had a very high libido through out his life and a very active sex life up to his physical collapse in his older years. So, by factoring that in, they hoped to attain a more stable response in what was left of my dear son, James.

We gave the go ahead on this, since it was the only way to recoup anything from the remaining life of our son, James. I am guessing that this explains a lot of things about the events of the last three and a half years. Your sudden awareness under strange to you circumstances. The knowing and helpful attitude of those around you, especially in the family. Even certain people in your associations outside of the family, were advised in limited ways about your needs for reinforcement and guidance to help you along the way. Evidently, Angie thought that it was just this mechanism that was in force between the two of you, whereas I knew that you truly loved her. Oh well, even under the usual circumstances of life that can happen, and does.

It has become apparent now, that you are losing the battle to continue your final merging with James’s psyche. And this is threatening not only your mental life, but also your physical one. This is probably because your grandfather died in the last week and the psychic connection of whatever type it was has now been broken, leaving you adrift in your efforts to maintain the connection with James.

We seem to be left with only one avenue of hope to reconnect you with the core of James and make it final. That is the strongest tool that we have had all along to keep you moving forward on it. It is using your very high libido to rescue you from this growing malaise and resulting separation from the now absent Old George’s psyche. We are going to have you transferred home to your bed, and combine all of the female’s intimate talents to try to pull you out of this rut before it is too late, if it isn’t already.

You should know that this degree of intimate contact with you, as regulated as it was, was still very aberrant to the normal conditions in our family’s history. Sex between relatives and especially siblings is not extremely rare in our family, but it isn’t usual, either. It was all in our efforts to hold you tight to us for as long as we could and your sisters loved you very much to give this to you. Not that they didn’t enjoy it, they actually did, because in this life, you are a very gentle and generous lover.”

So, with that, arrangements were made to bring me home to either die or live, it all depended on my reactions to what was to follow for me. At least I would have the presence of Mindy to comfort me throughout the process of saving me or letting me go into my demise.

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