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 The Fountain of Youth by Lazlong

   Chapter 1

   Okay, I know you're not going to believe this, but I have to tell
someone.  I'm afraid to tell anyone around me, because they'll just call in
those nice young men in their clean white coats to come and take me away,
ha, ha.  So, you're elected to hear my story.

   You see, I'm not who you think I am.  I'm not who anyone thinks I am. 
Although you and everyone else thinks I'm 16 year old Mike Green, I'm
really 58 year old George Halbertson.  Yeah, I know I don't look 58 years
old, but that's because I, George Halbertson, am now in Mike Green's body.

   How did that happen?  How the hell do I know.  I was a little scared at
first.  Not because I was in this healthy, though out of shape, young body,
but because I didn't want to go back to the worn out 58 year old body I had
left.

   The year I switched bodies was to George, 2003.  I woke up in Mike's
body in 1976.  Wow, deja vu all over again as Yogi is supposed to have
said.

   I don't know for sure why everything that happened to my old body did
so, but it was a mess.  First off I lost most of my eyesight, then six
months after at the age of fifty-two, I had to have triple bypass surgery.
Four years later I had a stroke that left the left side of my body
partially paralyzed.  A year after that I had a heart attack.

   The first heart attack wasn't that bad, but the one I had six months
later was a killer.  Literally.

   I knew from the first one what a heart attack felt like, so when the
symptoms started, I called 911.

   I was in the ambulance, on the way to the hospital when I could feel it
happening.  I was dying.  I knew it and I fought it.  In my mind I cursed
and screamed.  I knew I had screwed up my life and I wanted a chance to
change it.  I prayed and asked God for another chance, but I knew this body
was just plain worn out.  "Why did you have to give me such a shitty body?"
I screamed in my head.  That's the last thing I remember as George
Halbertson.

   So, tell me.  What would you do if you knew you were dying and you were
fighting, then everything turned to grey, then to black, then you woke up
and you could see better than you had been able to see in thirty years, and
when you looked down at your hand, it was a young hand?  I'll tell you what
I did.  I screamed.  At least I tried to scream.  What came out around the
breathing tube they had in me was more of a squeal.

   I started thrashing around, and I heard the heart monitor start it's
shrill warning.  I know I had to have pulled several things loose as I
fought to get out of bed (Now why did I feel I had to get up?) but there
was a nurse in the room within seconds.

   She grabbed my hands and started speaking to me reassuringly.  She held
on tight, and although she couldn't have weighed over 110 pounds, she
managed to keep me from tearing anything else loose until an orderly came
in and strapped my wrists and ankles to the bed.

   "Mike.  Mike.  It's okay, Mike." She kept saying these words over and
over until I wanted to relax, just to get her to stop.

   "Mike?  Who the hell is Mike?" I thought.  Then it hit me.

   I've always been an avid Science Fiction fan.  My favorite authors were
always Robert Heinlein and Isaac Asimov.  It didn't take it long to sink in
that I, George Halbertson, was now in the body of someone named Mike.  One
of Heinlein's stories, "I Will Fear No Evil", had an old man, Johann
Sebastian Bach Smith, have his brain transplanted into the body of his
beautiful secretary, Eunice.  Johann was very rich and dying of old age,
and Eunice had been killed in a mugging.  So I was familiar with the
concept of waking up in someone else's body.

   Even so, It was a shock.

   In the Heinlein story, some vestige of Eunice's mind remained in the
body, and Johann ended up sharing the body with Eunice.  I immediately
started taking stock of my new body and mind.  All of my, George
Halbertson, memories appeared to be intact, but I could find nothing of
Mike, whoever he was.

   Anyway, within seconds after I was restrained, the nurse was telling me
she would let Dr.  Walker know I was awake, and she said she'd call my
mother to let her know as well.  Okay, I didn't know who Dr.  Walker was,
and my parents had been dead for years, but I figured the only way I was
going to find out anything was to cooperate, so I just nodded my head.

   The nurse, a kindly lady who was probably in her early thirties, smiled
and squeezed my hand.  Everything's going to be okay, Mike.  Just relax and
try not to fight it.  The doctor will be here shortly, and I'm sure he'll
get you off the respirator.  Then you can ask questions.

   I nodded again, and she smiled and left the room.

   The nurse was right.  Within a few minutes a tall dark haired man in a
white lab jacket came hurrying into the room.  The nurse was right behind
him.

   He took one look at me and became quite businesslike.  He told the nurse
to disconnect the breathing tube from the respirator so they could see if I
could breathe on my own.  Within seconds she had done so.

   "Mike, I'm Dr.  Walker.  I've been taking care of you since you were
admitted.  Can you hear and understand me?"

   I nodded.

   "Excellent!  Do you seem to be having any trouble breathing?"

   I shook my head.

   "Okay, Nurse Parker.  I think we can remove the breathing tube.  This
may hurt a little, Mike.  Do you want us to put you to sleep before we take
it out?"

   I shook my head emphatically.

   The doctor smiled.  "If I'd been out as long as you have, I don't think
I'd want to be put back to sleep either.  Okay, I'll try to do this as
easily as possible."

   He had the nurse remove the tape holding the tube in place, then he
said, "Try to hold as still as possible, Mike.  I'm going to move the tube
to loosen it, then they'll be one quick pull to get it out.  Are you
ready?"

   I nodded again, then closed my eyes.  My new eyes.  God they were great!

   His pulling the tube out wasn't so bad, but my throat felt like five
pounds of raw hamburger when he was finished.  I grimaced and he smiled. 
"Hurts, Doesn't it?"

   I tried to say, "Yes," but all that came out was a croak, so I just
nodded.

   "It'll get better soon, Mike.  Would you like a sip of water?"

   I nodded.

   The nurse gave me a small sip and I managed to croak, "Thank you."

   She smiled a smile that would have lighted New York City.

   "Don't try to talk too much for a while, Mike.  I'll try to tell you
what I know.  You are in St.  Mary's Hospital.  Evidently you had an
accident of some kind and have been in a coma for the last ten days. 
Physically, you are fine.  Your mother will be in shortly, so she can fill
you in on the details.  If you want, you can ask one question."

   "Who am I?" I managed to croak out.

   Nurse Parker gasped, and the doctor shot her a dirty look.

   "You don't remember who you are?"

   I shook my head.

   "Do you remember the accident?"

   Head shake.

   "Do you remember anything about your life?"

   Head shake.

   "Well, it seems you may be suffering from some type of amnesia.  Usually
these things go away in a day or so, so I wouldn't worry too much about
it."

   I nodded.

   "I need to order some tests for you so I need to leave.  Is there
anything else you need?"

   "Water, restraints," I croaked.

   "You can have small sips of water, but you have to be careful until we
see how well it's going to stay down.  As for the restraints, why were you
fighting so hard when you woke up?"

   "Was scared."

   The doctor laughed.  "I can understand that.  Nurse Parker, would you
please remove Mike's restraints?"

   As the nurse started to remove the restraints, the doctor said goodbye
and started to go.

   "Thank you," I managed to get out again.

   Dr.  Walker smiled and waved as he took off down the hall.

   "Would you like another sip of water, Mike?"

   "Yes."

   She held it for me I took a somewhat larger sip.  "Thanks.  Throat
hurts," I said, sounding a little less like a frog.

   "I know.  It comes from how they have to put the tube in.  I'm sorry,
Mike, but it will be better soon."

   "Better now, but still hurts."

   Before she could answer, a stunningly beautiful woman in her mid
thirties came charging into the room like a battleship going after a
submarine.  She was tall, about 5'9", with wavy strawberry blonde hair that
hung to just below her shoulders.  She had the kind of body I'd always
found most attractive.  Her medium breasts, slim waist, womanly hips and a
full but perky butt gave me an immediate erection.

   She came straight at me, and before I knew what was happening, she had
her arms wrapped around me and was crying on my shoulder.  She lightly
kissed my eyes, cheeks, nose, chin, and lips then asked, "Are you okay,
Sweety?"

   "Sore.  Who are you?"

   She looked totally stunned and started crying again.  "I'm your mother,
Sweety.  Don't you remember?  The doctor said you were having memory
problems, but I thought you'd remember me."

   "Sorry, Mom.  I don't remember me either.  Don't even remember my name.
They call me Mike."

   "Yes, Honey.  Your name is Mike Green, and I'm your mother, Bonnie
Green."

   "Thanks, Mom.  Water please."

   Bonnie spent the next two hours telling me about Mike Green.  I am
sixteen years old, and since school is out for the summer, I'll be going
back in the fall as a junior.  My father had died three years ago in an
automobile accident.  I had one sister, a year younger than me.  Bonnie
promised my sister, Beth would be in to see me later today.

   When I asked about the accident, she snorted.  "Accident, my ass.  You
were with a couple of those other idiots that call themselves Flatliners.
Josh had evidently learned how to put pressure on the carotid arteries to
cut off blood flow to the brain.  You were evidently trying to find out
what happens when you die.  They were going to let you stop breathing then
resuscitate you so you could tell them all about it.  Well, he cut off the
blood flow until you passed out, but you never quit breathing.  He kept
holding it, but evidently didn't know what he was doing, because it was the
next day before you stopped breathing on your own.  By that time you were
in the hospital and they put you on the respirator.  Mike, they told me you
were brain dead and they wanted to take you off life support.  I wouldn't
let them."

   "Not brain dead.  I can think.  I just can't remember things about me. I
don't know what city we're in or even the date."

   "That's okay, Sweety.  We're in Oakland, CA, right now, but we live in
Hayward.  The date is Friday, May 18, 1976."

   <1976?  My God, this is even stranger than I thought.>

   "I'm sorry I put you through this, Mom.  I promise I'll try to never do
anything this stupid again."

   She hugged me and lay her head on my shoulder.  I couldn't do too good
of a job of hugging her back because of the IV lines in both arms, but I
did my best.

   "Mom, could you ask the nurse when I can get something to eat?  I'm
starved."

   She laughed and headed for the door.  "Now that's the Mikey I know."

   -------------------

   Well, they didn't feed me that day, but I did get some juice, and they
took out the catheter so I could at least pee by myself.  The next morning
I got what they called a "bland" breakfast.  It certainly was bland.  It
had no flavor at all.  Lunch was a little better, and not long after noon,
they took out all of the IVs.

   Beth came in after school for a while, but had to leave early because
she had a date.  She hugged me and told me she'd stay with me a while
tomorrow.  I thought my new mom was a knockout, and Beth is just a younger
version of her mother.  Her hair is just a little darker, and her boobs a
little smaller, but she has to be every man's wet dream.

   I could see right now it was going to be hell living with these two.  I
knew my new sixteen year old body would have a perpetual hardon.

   I was very glad Beth was there the next day, though.  Once she knew I
couldn't remember things from before, she spent hours filling me in.  She'd
been talking for quite a while when I reached over and took her hand.  I
gave it a squeeze and said, "Beth, I don't know what kind of relationship
we had before, but I feel very close to you right now.  I'm not going to
remember people or places and I'm going to have to depend on you to tell me
who is who and where is where.  Will you do that for me?"

   She blushed as only a redhead can blush, then squeezed my hand.  "Mike,
I guess we had a good enough relationship.  Sometimes I felt like you
didn't really want me around, but you are older, so I guess that's normal.
It's just that I'd always wanted us to have a closer relationship, one
where we were each other's best friend and we could talk about anything.  I
don't know why, but I feel closer to you now than I have in years, and I
hope that keeps up."

   "I hope it does too, Sweety.  I love you, Beth.  I don't know if that's
a carryover from before, or if it's something I just started feeling, but
I'd like to be your best friend too."

   Tears were running down her pretty cheeks as she laid her head on my
shoulder and hugged me.  I put one arm around her and started stroking her
hair with my other hand.  We were still in that position when Mom came in.

   Beth started to pull away, but I held on.  Mom said, "Making a public
spectacle of yourselves I see." I felt Beth stiffen, then Mom laughed and
said, "God it's good to see you two supporting each other.  I love you
both, you know."

   Beth relaxed against me and I said, "You're going to see a lot more of
this, Mom.  I don't know if it was coming so close to death or what, but I
feel the need for lots of hugs and kisses.  You and Beth are the best
friends I'll ever have, so I'm going to count on the two of you to supply
most of them."

   I could feel Beth sob against me, and within seconds Mom's head was on
my other shoulder and she was crying too.  Mom pulled back a little and
kissed me on the nose.  "I'm sure Beth and I can supply all the hugs and
kisses you need for a while.  It just seemed that since your father died,
your other friends became more important to you than we were.  I hope
that's over now."

   "It is Mom," I said as I hugged her as tight as I could.  "Until school
starts, I don't care if I don't see anyone but you and Beth.  I love you
both, and I want to get to know you again."

   The nurse broke up our group hug when she came in to draw some blood for
some kind of test.  I asked her if it would be okay if I sat in the chair
for a while, and she said it would be fine as long as someone else was in
the room as well.

   After the nurse had gone, I asked Mom and Beth if they'd watch out for
me while I got up.  It wasn't too bad.  I did get a little dizzy when I was
on my feet for the first time, but with Mom's arm around me, I was able to
walk to the chair.

   Mom said she had to leave as she was showing a house (she's a realtor),
but asked Beth to stay with me.  "Mom, Mike and I have been having a really
nice conversation.  You couldn't get me out of here with a crowbar."

   When Mom had gone, I motioned for Beth to come over to where I was
sitting.  I took her hand and pulled her down into my lap.  She started to
pull back, saying she didn't want to hurt me.

   "Sweety, you'll be hurting me a lot more if you don't.  The doctor says
that I'm fine physically, so don't worry about it."

   Beth snuggled in then said, "Mike, you have no idea how much I've wanted
this.  Just to be close to you.  To share with you."

   "Get used to it, Sweety.  This is how it's going to be between us from
now on."

   We must have set there an hour or more when the nurse interrupted us
again.  This time she came in with my dinner.  I asked her to just leave it
on the table as I needed to go to the bathroom first.  She offered to help
me get to the bathroom, but I told her I'd rather have Beth do it.

   Beth was smiling from ear to ear when I looked at her.  I managed to
push myself to my feet and her arm was immediately around my waist.  She
walked with me to the bathroom door, and there was a moment of awkwardness
as we tried to get both of us through the door at the same time, but we
were laughing the whole time.

   Inside the bathroom, I asked her to stay with me when I looked in the
mirror.  "Beth, I don't even know what I look like.  I'd like for you to be
here when I get my first peek."

   "You look fine, Mike.  In fact, I think you are the most handsome guy I
know." She helped me maneuver until I was facing the mirror above the sink.
Damn, I didn't look bad.  My face and whole body were definitely better
than my old one had been at this age.

   Beth helped me to move in front of the toilet and raised the seat for
me. I thought she was going to stay and watch, but finally she blushed and
went out the door, leaving it open.

   When I opened my gown and got the first look at my cock, I was really
impressed.  It had to be at least an inch or two longer than my old one,
and much bigger around.  I looked up and said in my mind, "Thank you, God.
For the new life and the new body."

   This was pretty much the way things went for the next three days, until
they told me I could go home.  Mom and Beth were both there to help me get
ready.  Mom brought a pair of jeans and a Led Zeppelin teeshirt for me to
wear home along with some black tennis shoes and white socks.  I decided
right then that my wardrobe would have to change.

   Mom brought the station wagon (Dodge Aspin) to take me home.  They put
me in the passenger side front, and Beth got in behind me.  Mom was a very
cautious driver and it probably took us twice as long to get home as it
should have.

   Home, I knew one thing as soon as we pulled into the driveway.  My new
body was a lot better off financially than my old one had been.  We were in
an upper middle class subdivision.  The houses were on lots that had to be
at least two acres each, and although you could see your neighbor's houses
in most cases, there were enough mature trees and bushes to give you a very
nice sense of privacy.

   The house was of cedar and stone construction with acres of glass. 
There were four bedrooms, all of them on the second floor.  There were two
bedrooms on each side of the house, with a bathroom between each pair.  My
bedroom shared a bath with Beth and Mom's shared a bathroom with the guest
bedroom.

   Mom wanted me to go to bed as soon as I got home, but I told her I had
been in bed too much over the last couple of weeks, and I wanted to be up
for a while.  Beth assured Mom she would stay with me and make sure I went
to bed before I got too tired.

   Beth and I went out to the patio and walked around the back yard for a
while, holding hands.  We had a nice pool and I asked Beth if she liked to
swim.  "Oh, God yes!" she told me emphatically.  "I practically live in the
pool in the summer."

   "Well, we'll probably spend a lot of time in there this summer.  I want
to get in shape and swimming is one of the best ways I know."

   "That'd be great, Bro.  You never liked to swim before.  I need to get
in shape too."

   I pulled back from her a ways and looked her up and down.  "Your shape
looks pretty damned good to me, Sweety."

   She did her redhead's blush again and turned away, but I could see a
huge smile on her face.  "Not as good as Sheila Hansen though," she said.

   "Who is Sheila Hansen?"

   "She's your girlfriend, Dummy," she said as she hit me on the shoulder.

   "If she's my girlfriend, why hasn't she been around to see me?" I asked.

   "I don't know," she said with downcast eyes.  "She must be a bigger
dummy than I thought she was."

   "Well, let me tell you something, sweet sister mine.  I don't need any
dummies in my life right now.  Apparently I was pretty much of a dummy
myself."

   "Oh, no, Mike.  You were never a dummy.  You always got good grades and
always seemed smart to me.  You just hung out with a bunch of dummies."

   "Honey, I had to be a dummy to pull the stunt I did that almost killed
me.  Don't worry, I'll never do anything like that again.  I promised Mom
I'd take care of myself, and I'll make you the same promise."

   "Thank you, Mike," she said as she hugged my arm.

   Mom came out and said she was taking off to show a house and reminded
Beth to make sure I didn't overdo it.  We decided to go in and get some
lunch, and by the time we finished, I was starting to feel a little tired.

   Beth helped me up to my room and I lay down on my bed.  It was fairly
comfortable, and full sized, rather than a twin.  The decor of the room
sucked.  All available wall space was covered with posters of rock groups.
My desk looked like a rat had built a condo for a nest, then abandoned it.
The curtains were black, as was the bedspread.  Things were definitely
going to change.

   "Sweet sister mine, would you help me make this look like a room instead
of a morgue?" I asked.

   "God, I'd love to Mike.  I've always wondered how you could live like
this.  It depresses me just to be in here for a few minutes."

   "For now, if you could just rip down all of these posters and open the
curtains it would be a big help."

   No sooner were the words out of my mouth than she was opening the
curtains.  I pulled the bedspread off and threw it toward the door as she
started ripping the posters down.

   I lay down as she finished with the offending posters and watched her
work.  God she was and is beautiful.

   Beth started to leave when she had the last one down, but I asked if
she'd like to take a nap with me.  She seemed hesitant at first, but then
gave me a big smile and lay down beside me.  She turned her back to me and
I snuggled up behind her, putting my left arm over her.  I made sure I
wasn't going to touch anything vital then whispered, "Good night." I kissed
her on the back of her neck and I could almost feel her smile.

   I don't know how long it was before I awoke to laughter from my doorway.
"Now, if that isn't just the cutest?"

   I saw Mom at the door and said, "Hi Mom."

   "Hi yourself.  You know the two of you used to sleep like that when you
were little," she said, then with an evil grin, she continued, "Only then,
she didn't have a big boob for you to be fondling."

   "Oh, God Mom," I said as I jerked my hand away as if had been plunged
into boiling water.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't realize."

   "I know you didn't, Sweety," she said as she walked over and gave me a
kiss on the forehead.  "I was just teasing you."

   "Teasing him about what?" Beth asked as she yawned and stretched.

   "I was teasing him about fondling your boob while you were sleeping,
Sweety."

   "Oh, my God!" Beth almost shrieked as she pulled away from me.

   "It's okay, Beth," Mom reassured her.  "He was asleep too.  He really
didn't know he was doing it."

   Beth slapped me on the shoulder and we all started laughing.  "I just
wish I had been awake to enjoy it," I said.

   "So do I," Beth said so that only I could hear her.

   We were all laughing as we made our way downstairs.

   -----------------

   That evening, after I had gone to bed, Beth came in and sat by me for a
few minutes.  I knew there was something on her mind, but we talked about
the day and what we would do tomorrow.  Finally, I said, "Beth, my
beautiful sister, is something bothering you?"

   "Not really bothering me," she told me with a furious blush.  "I was
just thinking about you holding my boob this afternoon."

   "I'm really sorry about that Beth.  I'll try to see it doesn't happen
again."

   "That's not it, Mike.  I just wanted to tell you I really didn't mind.
Please don't think bad of me, but ever since I started growing breasts I've
wanted you to notice them and touch them."

   "Beth, I love you dearly, but you're my sister.  That's why I've always
pretended not to notice them.  I think you're the most beautiful girl I've
ever seen, and I wish you could be my girlfriend, but no one would
understand.  Everyone would hate us and shun us, so I've never said
anything."

   "We'll just have to be sure no one finds out then," she said as she
kissed me on the cheek.  She gave me an enigmatic smile as she left the
room, closing the door behind her.

   Sometime later I was awakened when someone climbed into bed behind me.
She snuggled up close, and I could feel two wonderful breasts pressed into
my back as an arm came around me.  "Beth, my love, this really isn't a good
idea," I said.

   "Ssshhh.  It isn't Beth.  Now go back to sleep."

   I must have been really tired because I was asleep again in minutes.

   ------------------

   When I awoke the next morning, I was by myself.  Had Mom really come
into my bed the night before?  I just wasn't sure.  It could have been a
dream, couldn't it?

   I took a quick shower then dressed and went downstairs.  I felt much
better this morning.  I think the little bit of exercise I got from just
walking around helped.

   Mom was doing dishes in the kitchen when I came in, so I went over and
hugged her from behind and kissed her neck.  "Morning Mom," I mumbled, then
headed for the table.

   Beth was eating a bowl of frosted flakes and asked if I wanted some. 
"Maybe after I've had a cup of coffee or two," I told her.  "Where can I
find the cups?"

   She pointed to a cabinet, so I fished out a cup and poured myself a hot
cup.  Beth kept looking at me with a confused expression as I sipped at the
coffee.  Finally, I asked, "Is something wrong, Beth?"

   "Not really, it's just that you never liked coffee.  When you did drink
it, you always loaded it down with enough cream and sugar to turn Twiggy
into a blimp."

   "I don't know why, Sweety, but it just sounded good black this morning.
It tastes good too, so I'll probably start drinking it this way."

   She still looked a little disturbed, so I went over and gave her a hug.
I kissed her ear and whispered, "I love you, sweet Beth."

   Her smile lit up the room as I went back to my chair.

   "Would you like to go for a walk this morning, Beth?" I asked as she
finished off her cereal.

   "Sure, bro, where to?"

   "Just around the neighborhood.  I want to get some exercise, and maybe
if you point out some places to me it will bring back some memories."

   "I'd go with you guys, but I have two houses to show this morning and
three this afternoon.  I may be home late, so why don't I just bring a
pizza with me when I come?"

   "That'd be great, Mom," Beth and I said in unison.  Then we started
giggling.

   Beth decided she should go and get changed for our walk and Mom sat down
across from me for a minute.  "So, did you sleep well last night?" Mom
asked with a grin.

   "The best I can ever remember sleeping," I told her.

   "Good!  I guess it was wicked of me to climb in bed with you, but I came
so close to losing you I just couldn't help myself."

   "So, when did you leave?"

   "About a half hour before you got up.  I slept great too."

   "Aawww.  Now I wish I had woken up sooner.  It would have been great to
wake up with you in my bed."

   Mom's smile lit up the entire kitchen as she said, "Don't worry Sweety.
I'm sure there'll be other times.  I really did sleep well.  The best I've
slept since your father was killed."

   "Good!" I said and squeezed her hand.  I got up and walked around the
table.  I looked into her eyes as I pulled her to her feet.  We were still
staring into each other's eyes when I leaned down and kissed her softly on
the lips.

   Mom hugged me so tight I thought my ribs were going to crack then said,
"I think I'd better get out of here.  I love you, Mike."

   I told her I loved her too as she hastily left the kitchen.

   ---------------

   Beth and I walked about ten blocks and I was exhausted.  "I hope I get
some strength back soon," I told her.

   "You never were much of an athlete," She smiled.

   "Oh, well.  What was I?  A nerd?"

   "Pretty much," this time I got a giggle.

   "Okay, you.  Don't laugh at me, or I'll go into tickle mode."

   She was half way up the stairs before I even realized she'd run.  She
stopped and looked back, "I'm going swimming.  Want to get wet?"

   "Sure, sounds good.  That way the water will support my aching body."

   "Play your cards right and I might give you a massage afterwards," she
threw over her shoulder as she ran for her room.

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   God, the pool felt good.  The water was just the right temperature to
cool off on a hot day.  I was splashing around at least fifteen minutes
before Beth made her entrance.  And an entrance it was too.  She had on a
short, white robe over her swimsuit.  She walked over to where the lounge
chairs were and spread a towel over a chair.  She laid a paperback book on
the towel, then set a bottle of Copertone on the side table.

   She then turned and started back toward the house.  When she came back
out she was carrying two large glasses of iced tea.  She set these on the
side table and looked at me for the first time.  She gave me a big smile
and walked over to the diving board.  She kicked off her sandles and walked
half way out the diving board before she stopped and removed her robe.

   She was wearing a two piece suite that would have been considered small
in 2003.  In 1976 it was scandalous.  I found out later she bought it from
a mail order house that also sold things like BOBs (Battery Operated
Boyfriends).  Of course, her Mom had never seen it, in fact, I was the
first to see it.

   If I had still been in my 58 year old body, I would have had the big
heart attack right then.  Even though the water was cool, I sported an
immediate woody.

   Beth immediately started splashing me, so I had to fight back.  Our
water war soon became a contact sport.  We were wrestling and trying to
dunk each other.  In the process, we were managing to come up with hand
fulls of interesting body parts.  This didn't help the woody situation at
all.

   We were in water up to Beth's neck when she put her arms around me and
pulled herself close.  I'm sure she could feel my erection, because I could
feel every part of her.  I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips
then said, "My sweet Beth, as much as I love you and as much as I want you,
we can never become lovers.  If anyone ever found out, they would take us
away from Mom and put us in foster care until we are eighteen.  I don't
think I could stand being away from you that long."

   She laid her head against my chest, and I could feel her tears.  "It
isn't fair, Mike.  I love you too, and I know I will never feel this way
about anyone else."

   "I know, love.  If you still feel this way when you are eighteen, I will
find a way for us to be together.  I think Mom would accept us, but the
rest of the world wouldn't.  To them we'd just have to be a brother and
sister living together, sharing expenses."

   "Do you mean that, Mike?  Would you really do that?"

   "I mean it with all my heart, Sweetheart.  Until then we have to be very
careful.  We can never let anyone guess how we feel about each other."

   "I think Mom already knows, Mike.  If she didn't, she'd have been pissed
off about you holding my boob yesterday."

   "I'm not sure what to think about Mom.  Did you know she slept with me
last night?"

   "Really?  What did she do?"

   "She just snuggled up to me.  I thought it was you and said something.
She told me it wasn't you and to go back to sleep.  I did and when I woke
up this morning, she was gone."

   "Wow!  I wonder when she left."

   "She told me she got up about half an hour before I did."

   "I wonder what she would have done if I'd been there when she came in."

   "Well, if you'd have been there, I would have been snuggled up to you,
probably holding your beautiful breast again.  She'd have either hit the
roof, or she'd have snuggled up behind me like she ended up doing anyway."

   "Oh God!  I don't know, sis.  If she got mad, she would probably forbid
you to sleep there again.  I wouldn't want that.  But, if she didn't say
anything it'd be like giving us permission to sleep in the same bed.  What
do you think?"

   "I think we should risk it, Mike.  After all, we don't have that much to
lose.  I'm not supposed to be sleeping with you anyway, so her forbidding
it wouldn't be that different.  I don't think she'll do that though.  If
she was going to, she'd have said something yesterday, instead of just
teasing us about it."

   We got out of the pool as I was thinking about it.  I laid down on a
lounge and Beth asked if I'd like a massage.  I readily agreed, and turned
over on my stomach.

   "Sweetheart, there's something else you should know.  I think Mom may be
coming on to me.  She's been giving me lots of hugs and kisses.  The kisses
are on the lips, not like mother/son kisses.  What are we going to do if
she is coming on to me?"

   "Well," she said after thinking for a minute or two.  "I guess you'll
just have to fuck the shit out of her." Her giggle was infectious, and we
were soon in tears.

   "You're serious, aren't you?" I asked.

   "Yep.  I wouldn't be jealous of her.  She wouldn't try to take you away
from me.  I don't think I'd mind if you fucked any girl, as long as I knew
you loved me and wanted to be with me more than you wanted to be with her."

   "I don't think I could feel the same way if you were with another guy. I
think I'd be so jealous I'd want to cut his balls off."

   Beth giggled and smacked my ass.  "That's okay.  I have no desire to be
with another guy anyway."

   Beth started my massage, working on the muscles in my back.  "So, when
we go up to bed tonight, put on pajamas," I told her.  "I'll put on pajama
bottoms too.  That way it won't look so much like we're trying to get in
each other's pants.  If Mom doesn't say anything, tomorrow night, wear the
pajama top and panties.  I'll wear just my boxers.  Who knows.  Maybe we'll
be sleeping naked before too long."

   Beth moved down and started working on my left foot.  My moans of
pleasure urged her on as she slowly worked up my left leg until she reached
my swim trunks.  She had just moved back down and started on my right foot
Mom came onto the patio.

   "Hi, Mom.  What are you doing home so early?" I asked, trying to sound
pleased (actually I was pleased).

   "Oh, both afternoon appointments cancelled out.  Actually I'm glad they
did.  It gives me more time to spend with you guys."

   "I'm glad too, Mom," Beth told her.  "It seems like the only time we've
spent together recently, we couldn't enjoy for worrying about Mike."

   "By the way, young lady.  Where did you get that outrageous swimsuit?"

   "I ordered it from a catalog, Mom.  Is it okay?"

   "Sweety, a swimsuit like that is going to cause every red blooded male
within a hundred yards of you to get an erection.  Your brother too, I
would imagine.  I guess it's okay to wear it if there's only family here.
If any boys are over, no way.  Can you live with that?"

   "Yes, Mom.  What if it's just one of my girlfriends?"

   "That would be okay too, as long as Mike or I are here too."

   "Thanks, Mom.  You're the greatest."

   By now, Beth had worked her way up my right leg until she reached my
swimsuit.  I expected her to stop, but she continued upwards and began
massaging my right ass cheek.

   I looked over at Mom, wondering if she'd say anything, but she just
winked at me.  Beth switched to the other cheek.  and finished me off with
a resounding smack.  Both women thought it was very funny.

   Chapter 2

   I had butterflies in my stomach as I lay, waiting for Beth to join me in
bed that night.  She came in within a few minutes after I had gone to bed,
and snuggled back against me.  I knew Mom would be a few minutes, so I
slipped my right hand up, under her top and cupped her wonderfully soft,
but firm breast.  I gently pinched her already erect nipple and enjoyed
hearing her gasp with pleasure.

   When Mom came in, I had removed my hand from under Beth's top, but I
left it gently holding her breast.  Mom could obviously see Beth was in bed
with me, but she didn't say a thing.  She snuggled up behind me and kissed
me on the neck.  "Goodnight, Mike.  Goodnight, Beth," she said.

   We both told her goodnight, then I reached back behind me and my hand
found Mom's leg, just above the knee.  I gently ran my hand up and down the
back of her leg for a few strokes, moving it higher each time.  Finally I
let my hand come to rest on her panty covered butt.  I then gave it a
gentle squeeze and returned my hand to Beth's breast.

   When I awoke the next morning, Mom was still there.  I rolled on my back
and saw she was watching me.  I stretched and put my arm around her as she
lay her head on my chest.  We lay like that for a few minutes and Beth
began to stir.  She turned over and saw Mom with her head on my chest, so
she raised up for me to put my arm around her and then put her head on the
other side of my chest.  I was in heaven.

   My sibling and my mother smiled at each other and snuggled in close.  We
lay like that for as long as I could stand it before reducing the pressure
that had built up in my bladder.  I told them I needed to go to the
bathroom, so Mom said, "Okay, Mike.  Beth and I will start breakfast.  Come
on down when you're through.  The three of us need to have a talk about
things, and I think we'd better do it this morning."

   I was a little apprehensive when I went down to breakfast, but not
overly so.  Mom had made no objection to my holding Beth's breast, nor to
my squeezing her butt.

   When we were all seated, eating pancakes and sausages, Mom began.  "We
seem to be going in a direction none of us ever thought of going in.  I'm
not upset by it, but other people would be."

   "I know, Mom.  Beth and I were talking about that yesterday.  We've
wanted to talk with you about it, but we were both afraid you wouldn't
understand."

   "Well, I don't understand," Mom laughed.  "I don't understand any of it,
but it seems inescapable.  Before you were in the hospital, Mike, I would
have never thought of sleeping in the same bed with you.  I would have
never allowed you and Beth to share a bed, and I definitely would have
never let you squeeze my ass like you did last night.  I don't know what's
come over us, but I can't say I'm not enjoying it."

   "Mom, I've been in love with Mike for a long time.  I would have
probably fucked him if he had ever asked, but Mike acted like he didn't
even know I existed.  Now, since the stupid thing he did, he tells me he
loves me too.  I know we can never let anyone besides you know about us,
but I also know I never want to be with anyone else."

   "I can understand that, Beth, but there is a problem.  I feel exactly
the same way about him.  So, what are we going to do?"

   "Share."

   "I think I could live with that, I was just wondering if you would see
it as an option."

   "Don't I have any say in this?" I asked.

   They both looked at me, then at each other.  They smiled and both said,
"No!"

   "Okay, I just wondered," I said as I smiled at each of them.

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   That day was one of the best days of either of my lives.  We spent the
day at home, just goofing around.  We didn't have sex.  We all agreed it
was something that would happen, but we weren't ready for it.  We did do a
lot of kissing and touching and I guess if we'd admit it, a little groping.

   I was lying out on one of the lounges when I had a very startling
revelation.  Mom was on the lounge next to me so I asked her about it. 
"Mom, did we live on Ferncrest Street before we moved here?"

   "Yes, Honey.  Who told you about that?"

   "No one told me.  I just suddenly remembered it.  The house was smaller
than this one.  It was white with grey shutters, right?"

   "Yes, Sweety," she said as she came over to where I was laying.  Tears
were running down her cheeks when she said, "Oh my baby!  You're starting
to remember!"

   She was thrilled to death and I was scared to death.  What if the real
Mike was coming back to take over his mind and body?  What would happen to
George Halbertson then?  I didn't know.  I didn't want to lose this great
young body.  I didn't want to lose the relationship that was developing
between my mother, my sister and I.  I wanted to live.

   Over the next couple of weeks I realized that although I could now
access most of Mike's memories, Mike was gone.  I don't know where his
personality went, but I knew it no longer resided in the brain I was using.

   It was during those two weeks that I started calling Mom, Bonnie.  She
didn't seem to mind, in fact, I think she became even more loving after I
started calling her by name.  It was also during that time that I decided I
had to tell Bonnie and Beth the truth.  I just couldn't figure out how to
do it.

   The night I had my first Mike memory, we all slept together in my bed
again.  This time, Beth wore her pajama top and panties, I wore my boxers,
and Bonnie wore her nightgown with no panties.

   Can you imagine the thrill I had when I reached back after we were all
snuggled together and repeated rubbing Bonnie's leg like I had done the
night before.  When my hand came to rest on her butt, it was on her bare
butt.  I petted and squeezed and ran my hand down between her cheeks.

   Bonnie giggled and Beth asked what was going on.  "I just gave Mike a
surprise, Sweety.  I'm not wearing any panties."

   "No fair!  No fair!  If you're not wearing any panties, I'm taking my
top off."

   "Go ahead, Sweety.  I'm sure Mike would like easier access to those
lovely little titties of yours."

   "They're not so little, Bonnie my love.  They are lovely though."

   By now, Beth had her top off and she pulled my hand to one of her boobs.
I felt Bonnie reach over me and slide her hand under mine.  She stroked
Beth's breast and pinched her nipple for a couple of minutes then said,
"You're right, Mike.  They aren't little.  It's been a while since I've
seen them."

   "Mom, are you feeling my tit?" Beth asked.

   "Yes I am.  Does it bother you?"

   "No, Mom.  It feels great.  You can play with my boobs any time you
want. If Mike isn't playing with them first, that is."

   We all got a giggle out of this, then snuggled in and soon drifted off
to sleep.

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   The next morning we all awoke and snuggled before getting up.  God, it
felt good having Beth's naked boobs pressing into my chest, so I told her
so.

   "She has an unfair advantage," Bonnie said as she sat up in bed and
pulled off her gown.

   Now, in all my years as George Halbertson, I had never had two lovely
women pressing their breasts into me at once.  I have to admit, I really
liked it.

   Bonnie had a couple of houses to show today, so she had to get up and
moving.  She got out of bed, totally naked, and started across the room. 
She was giving her hips an exaggerated sway, so I let out a whistle.  She
looked over her shoulder and smiled.  I asked if she needed anyone to wash
her back.

   Bonnie giggled and said, "No, I don't have time for that this morning,
but maybe tomorrow."

   I turned back to Beth and pulled her into my arms.  We kissed for a few
minutes as her nipples tried to become a permanent part of my chest.  I was
caressing her back, and several times had run my hand down to fondle her
butt.  Finally, I let my hand slip under her panties and let it come to
rest holding one of her ass cheeks.

   "Ummm.  That's nice, big bro.  We need to get up and have some breakfast
though, so I'll only give you a couple of hours to quit."

   I kissed her again then told her I was sorry, but I had to pee so bad it
was hurting.  I slipped out of bed and into the bathroom.  After I
finished, then washed my hands and brushed my teeth, I went back into the
bedroom, and Beth was gone.

   When I arrived in the kitchen, Bonnie and Beth were both eating cereal.
Bonnie pushed a bowl toward me and asked, "So, what are you two planning
for today?"

   As I was filling my coffee cup I said, "I haven't talked it over with
Beth yet, but I'd like to take another walk, then maybe swim some laps.  I
really need to build up my strength.  I want to find a job of some kind so
I can help out around here a little."

   "Oh, my heart," Bonnie said as she made a big show of grabbing her left
boob.  "You want a job?  Honey, I've always had a hard time just getting
you to take out the trash.  If you want to do something, take over the yard
work.  I pay a service over $200.00 every month to take care of the mowing,
and trimming.  We've got a good mower and a gasoline trimmer in the garage
that haven't been used since your father died."

   "Bonnie, I'll be happy to do that, but I feel like I should do more. 
Would you mind talking over the family finances with Beth and me sometime
soon?"

   "No, Sweety, I'd be happy to go over things with you.  You've just never
shown any interest in things like that before.  Are you interested too,
Beth?"

   "Yes I am, Mom.  I've always worried about how we were going to make it
with Dad gone."

   "Okay, lets set down when I get home this afternoon.  I keep pretty fair
records, so it shouldn't take long to go over everything."

   Bonnie left soon after and Beth and I talked until I had finished my
third cup of coffee.  Beth agreed a walk sounded good, so we changed
clothes and started around the neighborhood again.

   We walked, holding hands and talking about everything under the sun.  We
teased a little about last night and Beth said she was going to be naked
tonight and she wanted me naked too.  I asked her what Bonnie was going to
say about that and she just smiled and said if Bonnie had been going to say
anything she'd have done so already.

   We went a couple of blocks further than we had before, and when we
turned and headed back, Beth said, "Mike, something is different about you
from before.  I've loved you for a long time, but before I loved you in
spite of your personality, now I love you because of it.  It's almost like
you're a different person in the same body."

   I was stunned.  I knew Beth was smart, but she had hit the nail on the
head on the first swing.  "Sweety, I don't know what to say.  I love you,
and I know you love me, and I don't want that to change.  I know why I'm
different, but I haven't wanted to tell anyone because I was afraid you'd
stop loving me."

   "Mike, like I said, I love you for who you are.  You are a good person,
and I don't think anything you could tell me could change how I feel about
you.  Mom sees the difference too.  I think that's why she wants to fuck
your brains out.  She was never really close with you before."

   "Okay, my sweet love, I'm going to tell you.  I hope it doesn't affect
us, but if it does, it is better for it to happen now than after we'd done
something you'd regret.  I know that you and Bonnie deserve to know the
truth.  I'd hoped to wait a little longer to tell you, but things are
happening so fast, and you're so damned smart that now is probably as good
a time as any."

   I stopped for a few seconds, trying to collect my thoughts, then
continued.  "This is going to be hard for you to believe.  Hell, it's hard
for me to believe, and I'm part of it.  Sweety, I am a different person in
this body.  The best I can piece it together, the Mike you knew died on his
way to the hospital.  His personality ceased to exist at that time.  I was
a 58 year old man with a worn out body.  My name was George Halbertson, and
my body died of a heart attack just before I woke up in this body."

   I waited a few minutes for her to respond.  "My God, that sounds like
something out of the twilight zone.  If you were a 58 year old man, I must
seem awfully childish to you.  How can you love someone who's over forty
years younger than you?"

   "I don't know how, but I do.  No, you do 'not' seem childish.  You are
far more mature than any woman I was ever around.  I was amazed at first,
but soon learned to accept it.  I do love you, Sweet Beth, and I hope you
can learn to love me too."

   "Oh, I already love you.  I'm just scared.  I don't want to lose you to
someone more mature."

   "Not going to happen, Sweety," I told her as I gave her a big hug.  "So,
you don't have a problem believing what I've told you?"

   "Oh, it's unbelievable alright," she smiled as she squeezed my hand. 
"The only problem is, it fits what I've been able to observe.  So, you
really don't know what happened to Mike's personality?"

   "No.  I couldn't remember anything about Mike's life until yesterday. 
Since I started remembering his memories, I've been able to trace what
happened up to the time of his death.  I can feel what he felt and know
what he knew.  I remember them putting me into the ambulance and them
starting me on oxygen.  I remember thinking I'd been cheated because I
hadn't really experienced death as I had wanted to.  Then there is nothing
until ten days later my George personality woke up.  I seem to now have all
of Mike's memories and all of George's memories."

   We were back at the house now and standing in the family room.  Beth
said, "Wow!" then waited while things sunk in.  I was afraid that now was
the time she'd pull away from me, but instead, she put her arm around me. I
leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, then pulled her into a hug.
We stood there a few minutes, just holding on, then Beth said, "Come on. 
Let's get in the pool."

   She started pulling me toward the patio, so I said, "I don't have my
suite."

   She smiled and said, "Neither do I."

   She started unbuttoning my shirt, and when I looked at her with a raised
eyebrow she nodded.  I started removing her clothes as well.  Soon we were
both naked, so I picked her up and started walking toward the pool.  Her
eyes never left mine as I walked.  I climbed up on the diving board and
walked out to the end.  I pulled her up so that our lips met, then stepped
off the end of the board.  We didn't break the kiss until we had surfaced.

   We didn't engage in a lot of horseplay that day.  We did do a lot of
kissing and touching.  She asked me a million questions, and I answered
them the best I could.  I had been afraid she'd pull away, but instead, I
felt us growing closer.

   When we had both started to look like a couple of prunes, we got out of
the pool and snuggled together on the same lounge.  A fifteen year old girl
and a sixteen year old boy, our bodies genetically related, but our minds
so in love we didn't care.  We were still laying there, her butt snuggled
against my erection, both my arms around her and both of my hands holding
her boobs when Bonnie came home.

   Bonnie walked over, looked down at us and said, "I just can't leave you
two alone for five minutes." Then she smiled and started removing her own
clothing.  I guess we're going to have to buy a bigger lounge.  I'm not
going to play odd man out."

   Bonnie climbed on the lounge behind me and as she was snuggling in, the
damned thing collapsed.  We ended up on the ground a shrieking mass of arms
and legs and other assorted body parts.

   When we had finally disentangled, Bonnie asked if we'd eaten and we
admitted we had forgotten all about it.  We all went inside, ignoring the
fact we were still bare, and started putting together some lunch.

   While we were eating, I told Bonnie the story of who I really am.  I
expected a strong reaction from her, but was not disappointed when it
failed to materialize.  She did cry for a few minutes, mourning the loss of
her son, and I knew it would be a while before she got over it.

   "So, Mike...  George...  whatever.  Are you still my son?"

   "Bonnie, biologically, I am still your son.  This is still the same body
that came from your beautiful body sixteen years ago.  Am I the same person
you raised for sixteen years?  No, I am not, although now I do have his
memories, so you might say I am in that way too.  It's just that now, I
also have the memories of George as well."

   "So," Bonnie said.  "If Mike's memories are still there, he isn't
completely dead, is he?"

   "No, I guess not.  His personality is gone though.  You have to remember
that is the same personality that caused him to do the foolish thing that
wiped that personality out."

   "It was also a personality I didn't like very well.  I like this version
of Mike a lot better.  I like you as a son and a friend and I know that
eventually I'm going to like you as a lover.  I love you in a way I could
have never loved the old Mike."

   "I love you too, Bonnie.  Please just try to forget George is there.  As
far as I'm concerned, I'm a sixteen year old boy named Mike with a
beautiful mother and a gorgeous sister.  If you can forget about the
differences it will be better for all of us."

   "I don't think I can forget about the differences.  I don't even want
to. As I said before, I could never have loved the old Mike the way I love
the new one.  I don't want to lose that love."

   "I don't want to lose it either, Bonnie.  There's one other thing I need
to tell the two of you, though.  It is when George Halbertson died."

   Beth and Bonnie looked at each other, puzzled.  "I thought you said
George died just before you woke up in your new body," Beth said.

   "Well, it was and it wasn't.  The date that George died was March 3,
2003.  Somehow, I was kicked 27 years into my past.  The original George is
living in Richmond, Virginia as we speak.  He is thirty-one years old right
now."

   I think it was harder for them to accept this than it was to accept that
someone else was in their brother/son's body.  My smart assed little sister
was the first to catch on to the implications of what I had just told them.

   "That means you know what's going to happen before it happens," She
gasped.

   "Well, to some extent.  If I was aware of it when it was happening, and
if I cared enough about it to remember it, then yes, I know.  I had never
heard of Bonnie or Beth or Mike Green though, so I have no idea what
happens with any of us."

   "But, do you know anything about stock things or anything like that?"

   "Yes, I do Sweety.  That's one reason I wanted to go over the family
finances with Bonnie.  There are several companies that are going to take
off like rockets.  I know of one that by 1990 the stock will have split so
many times that an original share of stock will be worth a thousand times
what it was worth when it was purchased.  I know what fads are going to
take off and which ones are going to flop.  We can become very wealthy if
we play our cards right."

   "So, you're saying if we bought ten thousand dollars worth of this one
stock right now that by 1990 it would be worth ten million dollars?" Bonnie
asked.

   "That's right, Bonnie.  IBM is going to be introducing a personal home
computer that is going to set the standard for the industry.  By 2003 90%
of all homes are going to have personal computers.  They are the wave of
the future, and I'd like for the three of us to be riding that wave."

   "Are there other stocks that do as well?"

   "Yes, some.  Another computer company that does well with home computers
is Apple.  Intel is a company that makes the brains of a computer. 
Microsoft is a company that writes the main software that makes a computer
run.  The man who started Microsoft will become the richest man in the
United States.  There are three big companies I can think of right off hand
that are part of the Internet, which is a world wide network of computers
that anyone can use for paying a small monthly fee.  These are Amazon,
eBay, and Yahoo.  Any of the three could make us rich if we invest early
enough."

   "All of these seem like they are several years in the future.  Is there
anything you can think of that happens sooner?"

   "I really can't think of anything right off hand, sweet, sexy lady, but
if I start looking through the Wall Street Journal, I'm sure if I see a
company name I'll know if it becomes big or not."

   "Oh my God!  We really could become rich.  Then I wouldn't have to put
on the sexy act for all those overweight middle aged clients."

   "That's right, Sweety.  That's why I want to get a job so we'll have
something to invest."

   "But, Mike.  You don't have to.  We have over a hundred thousand you can
play with.  It was for yours and Beth's college fund, but if you really
know what's going to happen to some companies, it's going to be a sure
thing."

   "Well, Bonnie, we could still lose some money in the short term.  For
example, if we buy a stock of a company that I know is going to make it
big, it might lose value at first before the big breakthrough or whatever
causes it to become successful."

   "We're not going to worry about that.  I want you to start reading the
Wall Street Journal.  If you see a company that is having its first
offering and you know it from 2003, I want to buy $10,000 worth of the
stock.  I don't want to get greedy, Mike, so at first at least, let's say
that when the value of the stock is ten times the original, we sell out. 
Does that make sense?"

   "It makes perfect sense, my love.  We might want to sell out sooner
though if the stock stagnates.  You'll have to set up an account with a
broker because I'm too young.  That means you'll have to call in all of the
trades."

   "That won't be a problem.  When you're eighteen, we'll let you take
over."

   "Good enough.  Why don't you go down this afternoon and get a broker
account set up.  If you could pick up the WSJ while you're out, we can
start looking today."

   ----------------

   Beth and I spent the afternoon enjoying each other.  She didn't seem to
be bothered at all by what I had told her.  It worried me some, so I asked
her about it.  "Mike, it is kind of wierd knowing you are in reality 58
years old.  If I looked at you and you looked 58, I don't know how I'd
feel. As it is, I look at you and I see a handsome young guy.  This guy is
a lot of fun to be around.  He's not judgmental, and I am free to do or say
anything when I'm with him.  He's funny and intelligent and sexy and
handsome and witty and sexy and considerate and sexy, and did I mention
he's sexy?  I love you, Mike.  I loved you before, but now I'm in love with
you.  I want to live with you the rest of my life.  Does all that make
sense?"

   "Yeah, Beth, it does make sense.  All except the sexy part that is.  I
love you too, and I'm in love with you as well.  I'm also in love with your
mother though.  That is something I'm trying to work out in my own mind. 
How can I be in love with two people at the same time.  I guess it really
doesn't matter how it can be.  What matters is can you and Bonnie live with
this."

   "Without a doubt, Mike.  We've talked about it and we've agreed to
share. Just don't hurt either of us, or we'll both kill you."

   I reached over and bit her on the end of the nose.  She yelled, "Ouch!"

   I gave her my best frightened child look and said, "I guess I'm dead
now, huh?"

   She swatted me on my shoulder, so I picked her up; carried her to the
edge of the pool; and threw her in, clothes and all.

   By the time she got out of the pool, I was in the house, running for my
room.  I locked the hall door but deliberately didn't lock the door into
the bathroom.  In a few minutes she came sputtering in, wrapped in a towel.
"Ohhhh, you are dead meat," she told me.  "Just wait till my mama comes
home.  We're gonna take you out."

   "I hope it's a nice restaurant you're taking me out to," I told her as I
took her in my arms.  "I would so love a nice meal in the company of the
two prettiest women in the state of California."

   "Uummm," beth purred as I rubbed her back.  "That might be arranged."

   I picked her up again, this time to carry her across the room.  I laid
her carefully on my bed and lay down beside her.  We started kissing, and
what started out as sweet, loving kisses escalated into five alarm fire,
call for backup kisses.  I started kissing her face, then worked my way
down her neck and across her upper chest.

   Beth's body began to move on its own when I reached the top of the towel
she was wrapped in.  I grabbed the knot she had tied between her breasts
with my teeth and worked it loose.  When the towel came apart, Beth sighed.
I kissed and licked my way to her right breast, then kissed and licked all
the way around it.  I then went in a spiral going around the breast but
progressing toward her very hard nipple.

   After I had given the nipple on her right breast a lick and a kiss, I
repeated the same procedure on her left breast.  After licking and kissing
her left nipple, I let the lovely morsel pop into my mouth, and I proceeded
to suck and gently nibble on it.  I was really enjoying sucking on her and
Beth must have been enjoying it too.  After only a couple of minutes, her
butt was thrusting off the bed and she was trying to tell the neighbors how
good it was as she went through her first male induced orgasm.  I think
even the ones at work heard her report.

   I let her calm down until she was no longer in danger of injuring either
of us with her thrashing, then started gently working on her nipple again.
The tension started to build again within seconds, so I started a trail of
kisses and licks down across her abdomen, until I reached her belly button.
I paid homage to it for a while, licking around the rim and testing its
depth with my tongue.  Then I resumed my journey to the south.

   Beth's pubic hair is a light red in color, and is as fine and soft as a
baby's hair.  I gently blew into it and she gasped, then thrust her mound
closer to me.  I pulled back and continued giving gentle puffs of air
through her hair and across her fully exposed clitoris.

   I was intending to bypass her lovely pussy and tease her by making love
to her legs for a while, but she was gasping for breath and her beautiful
little mound was thrashing as if she were going to have a spontaneous
orgasm, so I decided to go ahead and make it a good one.

   Beth's lips were swollen, and her inner lips were protruding.  I licked
once, lightly, from the bottom to the top, then gently flicked across her
clit.  I felt as well as heard a scream starting so I grabbed on to her
beautiful ass cheeks to help me stay with her through her explosion.  Now
was not the time for subtle loving, so I sucked her clit into my mouth and
started flicking it with my tongue.

   Beth isn't a large girl, but the strength in her pelvis is phenomenal
when she is in the midst of an orgasm.  If I hadn't had a nether cheek in
each hand I'd have been thrown off in seconds.  As it was, it was a
wonderful roller coaster ride that seemed to go on and on.

   As she was calming down, I kissed around the edges of her amazingly
responsive pussy and caressed her ass and her thighs.  When her breathing
had returned almost to normal I started sucking her outer lips as far into
my mouth as possible and gently chewing on them.  I worked on her inner
lips for a few seconds, then started doing long, slow licks from the bottom
to the top of her pussy, just barely penetrating between her lips so I
could taste her wonderful nectar.

   Beth's hips started to raise again wanting more contact, but I teased
her by moving with her and avoiding her clit completely.  After a few
minutes of this she was moaning softly and clutching the sheets.  When I
felt I had her built up as much as possible with this treatment, I thrust
my tongue as far into her vagina as it would possibly go and wiggled it
around.  Her moans increased in volume and she shuddered as if she were
suddenly chilled.

   Alternating between her vagina and her clit, I brought her to the edge
of a climax and then backed off until she had calmed some.  I took her to
the edge again and again denied her a release.  I did this again and again,
until her whole body was trembling constantly.  When I finally took her
over the edge, her scream began again.  Her body was shaking and thrashing,
then her scream ended abruptly, and her body seemed to relax.

   I moved up and took her in my arms.  She was breathing well, but she had
passed out from the intensity of her orgasm.  I held her, stroking her hair
and placing little kisses on her forehead waiting for her to come back.  I
had read about women passing out from an orgasm, but I had never
experienced it.

   I was thinking about getting up and getting a damp wash cloth when
Bonnie walked into the room.  She was carrying a tray with two large
glasses of orange juice as she walked over to the bed.  She looked at us,
Beth completely naked and me completely clothed and smiled.  "I heard you
trying to kill my daughter, so I thought you might need this."

   "Thank you, Bonnie.  I'm sure she's going to need it.  She's okay, I
think she just passed out from her orgasm."

   "I'm envious, you know.  I've had some wonderful orgasms in my life, but
never one so strong I passed out.  Your father wasn't into oral sex.  I
don't think he went down on me more than half a dozen times during the
entire time we were married.  From the looks of your face, I'd say you
rather enjoy it."

   "That's an understatement, Bonnie.  I love giving oral sex.  I could
have gone on for hours, unfortunately, Beth didn't last more than about
fifteen minutes.  Maybe we should see if you could hold out longer."

   Bonnie laughed and blushed.  "Mike, I would love that, but I don't know
if it's a good idea.  You seem to have something special with Beth and I
wouldn't want to spoil that."

   Beth groaned before I could answer Bonnie.  Her eyelids fluttered, and
she tried to say something, but all that came out was a croak.  I held her
up and let her sip from her orange juice as I answered Bonnie.

   "Yes, Bonnie.  Beth and I do have a very special love.  We want to be
together for the rest of our lives.  I don't know how to explain it, but I
love you as deeply as I love Beth.  We've talked about it, and we want you
to be with us the rest of our lives too.  Beth says the two of you are
willing to share me.  I know she is, and I hope you are as well."

   Finally, Beth could speak again.  "Mom," She paused to make sure she had
her mother's attention.  "Mike is right.  We have all three agreed to
share. Both of us want you with us.  I don't want to hear any more argument
from you, young lady." She then broke into a fit of giggles that had us all
cracking up.

   "I can live with that," Bonnie said.  "Right now I'm feeling very
jealous though.  I have never in my life cum so hard I passed out.  Here,
you have, and Mike still has his clothes on."

   "Oh, Mom, you wouldn't believe how good it felt.  I lost track of how
many times he made me climax, then he started bringing me to the edge, but
wouldn't let me finish.  He did that until I thought I was going to
explode, then he took me over.  I remember starting to cum and how good it
felt, then everything went blank."

   "If nothing else would have done so, this would convince me that you are
telling the truth about changing bodies.  No sixteen year old could have
made Beth feel like you did, and any normal sixteen year old would have
been inside her by now.  Most kids place their own pleasure before their
partner's.  It's only age and experience that teaches a man that his own
pleasure will be heightened if his partner enjoys her experience as well.
Unfortunately, your father never did learn that."

   "Didn't you enjoy sex with Daddy?" Beth asked.

   "Yes, I enjoyed it.  I enjoyed the closeness, but I rarely had an
orgasm. Your father wasn't much into foreplay, so I was never quite ready.
I loved him though, so I enjoyed the sex, even though I knew it could be
better."

   "How did you know it could be better?"

   "Before I met your father, I had an older lover.  I'd have probably
married him, but his kids hated me.  I guess they thought I was taking him
away from them.  Anyway, we had been going together for about six months
when he told me he had to make a choice between me and his kids.  I knew
what the outcome would be, so I didn't even make him say it.  I cried
myself to sleep almost every night, until I met your father."

   "Oh, Mom, I never knew.  I'm so sorry."

   "Sweety, it wasn't something you needed to know.  I loved your father
very much and I was never sorry I married him.  I heard that my former
lover died about five years after I married your father.  I'd have been
alone anyway.  Now I have you guys."

   ---------------

   After Beth had dressed, we all met in the kitchen.  Bonnie told us she
had set up a trading account with $100,000 to get us started.  I pulled out
sections of the Wall Street Journal for each of us and told them we were
all going to work on it.

   "I want you to be looking for three different things.  First would be
for anything about companies who are just having their first stock release.
Second would be for any technology companies.  Third would be for any
companies with very low stock prices.  Use a highlighter to mark the
company names, and I'll look them over to see if I recognize them."

   I finished my section before the girls did, so I looked through the
stock listings for anything I might recognize.  I did find IBM, and the
price was less than $20.00 a share, so I told Bonnie I wanted her to buy a
thousand shares of it."

   I looked through the sections the girls had highlighted.  I didn't
recognize most of the company names, but one did catch my attention.  The
article said it was a small company that was doing research into
crystalline processes.  The name of the company was SMD, or Sorento Micro
Devices.  It was a company I had done extensive business with in the early
eighties.  Their stock was selling for less than $2.00 a share.  I asked
Bonnie to buy $10,000 worth of their stock, which had just gone on the
market.

   We all slept in Bonnie's bed that night.  We all slept naked.  I'd like
to tell you that we all made passionate love, but in fact, we just
snuggled. This time I snuggled to Bonnie's back, with Beth snuggling mine.
I don't know why we hadn't had intercourse, but I think it was because we
wanted to be completely comfortable with each other before we took that
final step.

   Beth was still a virgin, and Bonnie was still getting used to the idea
of making love to her son.  It didn't matter that it was another man in her
son's body, it was still his body.

   ------------

   It was just over two weeks later when SMD went nuts.  Their stock price
had gone up slightly, and I had Bonnie buy another $10,000 worth of shares.
We now owned 9,000 shares of a company I knew was going to be around in
twenty-five years, and I was sure was going to grow in value over time. 
What I didn't know was that the company had planned its original stock
release to allow their employees to purchase stock before they made an
announcement of a major breakthrough.

   They announced that they had developed a process that guaranteed at
least a fivefold increase in component density.  That meant they could get
as many as five times as many transistors in a reasonable sized chip. 
Stock prices went through the roof.  In less than a week, our 9,000 shares
went from $2.07 per share to $35.90 per share.  I told Bonnie to have our
broker start selling them off, but to keep a thousand shares.

   Wow.  The 8,000 shares we sold went for $287,920.00.  We were all
thrilled, and even after the broker's commission we had a sizeable sum. 
The thousand shares we kept eventually made us a lot more than what we
sold, but we now had a considerable sum to invest.  I had Bonnie buy
another thousand shares of IBM.

   Rather than boring you with a description of our financial triumphs, let
me just say we did rather well.  By the time I turned eighteen, our
portfolio included IBM, WalMart, Target, Disney and Bell South.  We were
now talking with our broker about tax shelters, tax free bonds, and other
ways to protect our money.  We had kind of lost interest in scratching to
make more money.  We had investments in stocks I knew would still be around
and doing well into the next milennium and we knew they would be growing
all of the time.  I knew that Microsoft would go public in the
mid-eighties, so we were prepared to take a big bite when they did.

   -----------------

   The day we hit it big on SMD was a momentous one for all of us.  Bonnie
turned in her resignation that day, and that evening we went out to
celebrate.  Bonnie made reservations at the best restaurant she could think
of.  After a sumptuous meal, we went into the lounge for some dancing.  My
new body had very good coordination, and it didn't take long for my
experience from my previous life to train my new body how to move.

   I asked Bonnie to dance when they played the first slow song after we
were seated.  Before the song was half over, people were watching us as we
glided around the floor.  Bonnie is a natural dancer and followed my lead
perfectly.

   Bonnie and I danced two songs together, then we sat out a group of four
fast songs.  When the next slow song started, I took Beth's hand and asked
her for the honor.  Beth and I danced differently than I had with Bonnie.
Beth put both arms around my neck, and my hands fell to her hips.  We just
sort of swayed to the music, making full body contact.  God is she a
pleasant armful.

   When we came back to the table, we just sat and talked for a while. 
Bonnie was excited about quitting work, and I can't say I blame her.  We
were laughing about something, I can't remember what, when some guy came up
and asked Beth to dance.

   She thanked him but declined, saying she was just out celebrating with
her family.  The guy was obviously far along the way toward being drunk and
he wouldn't take no for an answer.  When he finally realized his charm
wasn't going to get him anywhere, he decided that maybe his manly body
would.  He grabbed Beth's hand and pulled her to her feet.

   Before I could even stand up, Beth pivoted so her back was toward him.
She stomped his left instep with her right heel.  When he let go of her
arm, she buried her right elbow in his solar plexis.

   The guy let out a whoosh and hit the floor on his ass, his legs spread
like a teddy bear, and a dumb look on his face as he gasped for breath. 
Beth stepped forward, brought her leg back, and delivered a kick that would
have made a forty yard field goal.  When her toe connected with the guy's
gonads, his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

   Beth smiled at us and sat back down.  "I've always wanted to do that.  I
hope I haven't gotten us in trouble."

   Before the words were out of her mouth, two of the largest men I had
ever seen showed up.  One of them bent down and felt for a pulse on the guy
Beth had taken out and the other one asked, "What happened here?"

   Beth told him everything that had gone on.  He looked at her with a
disbelieving gaze and asked, "You mean to tell me you took out Joe Ferguson
by yourself?  I really find that hard to believe ma'am.  Are you sure your
boyfriend here didn't have something to do with it?  It'll be harder on you
if you keep lying to us."

   "You'd better believe what she said," the guy at the next table broke
in. "We saw the whole thing.  The young man was just getting up when this
Ferguson character hit the floor.  You should probably get him to a
hospital.  I'm a doctor and from what I saw he may have a ruptured
testicle."

   "We'll do that," the bouncer replied.  "I'm going to need all of you to
give me your names in case any charges need to be filed." He turned to the
next table and said, "I'll need your's too doctor."

   We all gave him our names and the bouncers took Ferguson away.  A few
minutes later, a man who introduced himself as the manager came over.  He
apologized for what happened and told us our drinks were on the house.

   "We'll pay for our own drinks," I told him.  "Frankly, this will be the
last time we come here.  I can understand a customer getting out of hand.
That kind of thing can happen.  What I can't understand is a lounge having
a bouncer who calls my sister a liar and acts threateningly toward her. 
That, you are responsible for."

   "What are you talking about?" the manager asked.  "The bouncer told me
everything had been taken care of."

   I told him everything that had been said and told him to ask the doctor
at the next table if I were telling the truth.  He was very apologetic.  I
didn't know quite what to say, but I let him know we weren't pleased about
his bouncer saying Beth wasn't telling the truth.  He again offered to pay
for our drinks, but I told him we'd take care of them ourselves.

   We left money on the table for drinks and a tip, then got out of there.

   In the car, Bonnie asked, "Did you see the look on the manager's face
when you told him we'd pay for our own drinks?  It was priceless.  He
looked like you'd slapped him."

   "That was my point.  People think they can do or say anything and then
make it all better by paying out a little bit of money.  Hell, our bill was
less than $20.00, and the bouncer's insult hurt Beth a lot more than that."

   "Yeah, I know.  Speaking of hurting.  Beth, that Ferguson guy was really
hurting.  Why did you go after him so hard?"

   "I don't know, Mom.  I've been trying to figure that out myself.  I
wasn't really mad that he was bothering me, until he touched my hand.  For
some reason I just felt he was evil.  It was like I was getting a flash at
his thoughts, and he was thinking about other young girls he'd raped.  I
don't know if I was really seeing his thoughts, but it felt like I was
touching a snake.  I'm sorry if I upset you all."

   "You didn't upset me," I told her.  "I was so proud of you I could have
burst.  I was trying to get up myself, but you were so fast I wasn't any
help.  I'm sure I wouldn't have been as effective as you anyway.  All I was
thinking of was mashing his nose.  Where'd you learn how to do that
anyway?"

   "I took some self defense classes last year.  Mom was afraid something
would happen to me, so it was her idea.  I'm glad I took them though."
   To be continued