A Second Chance To Make It Right  
By Submissive Romantic submissiveromanticone(at)gmail(dot)com Edited by michael-leonard
An old man dying in the hospital, regrets the choices that he's made in his life and how those choices affected those around him. He prays to God for a chance to make everything right.

This is the story of that second chance at life.

Prologue

Jack Wilson lay in a bed in the intensive care unit of the local hospital. He was only fifty-eight 
years old, but he was old before his time. An unhealthy life style had damaged his heart beyond 
repair. Now his whole body was beginning to shut down. He was alone; had no visitors, no one 
would care if he died, there would be no mourners at his funeral. His only living relative, his
sister, wanted nothing to do with him. If the truth be told, she was just as screwed up as he was.

"God, I'm sorry; I made a mess out of my life. I know we've hardly ever spoken before, please, I 
don't want to die like this. Please give me another chance; let me start over, I'll get it right this 
time. Please!"

"Hmmm, that's an interesting idea. Go there and console him. Here's what I want you to do .'"

'Who are you?" Jack asked the beautiful young woman who seemed to just appear at the foot of his 
bed.

"I'm an angel; God sent me here, and it's time to take you home."

As his vision began to fade, a loud buzzing noise filled his ears and two nurses ran into the room; 
then there was nothing.

Chapter 1

Jack slowly opened his eyes. The room where he lay was bright with sunlight. Suddenly there was 
a noise outside the room; a knock on a door, then another on his door;

"Jack, Anne time to get up; you don't want to be late for school."

'Where was I; when was I? That sounded like my mother! This must be a dream. It must be the 
drugs that they gave me. But I'm not in the hospital.'

I suddenly had the urge to pee, feeling pretty good; I sat up and without really thinking about it, 
got out of bed, opened the door, and walked to the bathroom. My mind was still in a fog, as I 
closed the door behind me, walked over to the toilet, picked up the seat, stood there and stuck my 
hand in my underwear to pull out my cock.

The next thing I remembered, I was on my back on the bathroom floor; my mother looking down 
at me, holding my hand and patting my cheek.

"Anne are you OK?"

'Anne? I'm Jack, I thought'. Then I saw myself peering over mom's shoulder.

"Is she dead?"

"No, she just fainted, get out of here; use the downstairs bathroom and get ready for school. Now!"

"What happened, Mom?"

"I don't know, Honey. I heard a scream and a thud; I opened the door and found you on the floor."

I had to think fast, I could figure out what was happening later, right now I had to reassure mom 
that I was alright.

"I remember coming in the bathroom, I had to pee. I bent over the toilet, felt light-headed and lost 
my balance and fell. I'm alright now. Help me up."

"You're sure you're okay, you didn't hit your head did you?"

"I'm fine mom, and I really do have to pee."

She left the room, closing the door behind her. I stood there at the toilet, remembering why I had 
screamed: my cock and balls were gone; in their place was a pussy. 

'I'm a girl!' I thought to myself. 'I'll bet all the angels in heaven are all high-fiving each other 
saying, 'Boy, that was a good one, he's still got it."'

I really had to sit down at that point. I pulled down my underwear, my panties, and put down the 
toilet seat and peed as a girl.

'If I'm a girl then I must have...'

I pulled the neckline of my nightshirt away from me and peeked down.

'Holy shit, I've got tits. Pretty big ones with nice sized nipples,' I thought to myself.

Now if you present a set of teenaged tits to an old man, where do you suppose his hands are going 
to go? I stuck both my hands up under my shirt and began to squeeze my tits. I grabbed the nipples 
between my fingers and began to twist. Too hard at first, but then I got the hang of it. I felt warm 
and tingly feelings in my pussy. Soon I felt warm all over and my heart was beating fast and then I 
went stiff. 

When I calmed down a little, I said out loud, "Wow, what a feeling and all I did was play with my 
tits; imagine if I played with my pussy. Girls are sure lucky."

I took some toilet paper and wiped myself. I jumped when I accidentally hit my clit. I'd have to be 
more careful; my sister's body was a walking orgasm machine.

I composed myself, washed my hands and face and went to my room to get ready for school. I had 
to force myself not to enter Jack's room. I was Anne, now. This was going to get very interesting in 
a hurry. I shut my door, stood there trying to remember how she dressed back then' now' shit. I 
changed my panties, figured out how to put on a bra, grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt from her
closet and got dressed. I almost left the room to go downstairs, when I remembered; I have to put 
on makeup. Think. I sat at her vanity, looking around; I found a pencil of sorts for my eyes, a little 
colored powder for my cheeks, and a brush to blend it in.

"It will have to do," I said appraising myself in the mirror.

I ran out of my room, down the stairs and sat for breakfast. Mom looked at me, paused and said,
 
"You're using less makeup today, the fresh natural look, I like it. Hurry, eat your breakfast or you'll 
miss the bus."

Jack and I stood, grabbed our books and headed out the door, just as my dad came down the stairs.

"Bye, Dad" I yelled as I ran to catch up to Jack.

Chapter 2

We just got to the bus stop in time. I followed Jack onto the bus; paused and saw Anne's best 
friend, Joanne, sitting near the back. I walked back and took a seat next to her. She looked at me 
and asked,

"Why aren't you wearing your usual makeup?"

"I don't know. I just felt like I needed a change. Don't you like it?"

"It's okay, I guess, if you like the Plain Jane look; but I thought you were trying to get Todd to 
notice you. I'm not sure that way will work."

"You know, I really don't care anymore."

"Wow, if that's the case maybe I'll go after him."

"Be my guest."

I sat there thinking, not really paying attention to Joann's endless drivel about the guys in our class 
and who was going with whom, and who was breaking up. I had more immediate concerns. I had 
to find out what year it was. I had no clue how old I was or what grade I was in.

'Shit, I don't even know what classes I'm taking; where I have to be this morning. How am I ever 
going to do this?' I looked down in my lap and there staring me in the face was my answer: 
Algebra 1. If Anne has algebra 1, that means she's in ninth grade this year. When we were going to 
junior high I used to kid her all the time about the fact that I was taking algebra in eighth grade at 
the same time she was taking it in ninth grade. That meant she, I, was about fifteen years old. I had 
to find out the date to be sure; it looked like early spring, March or April. Her birthday was in 
April.

"Joanne, I interrupted, what's today's date?"

"April 8, I think. Why?"

"I forgot, that's all. I seem to be in a fog this morning. I can't even remember my schedule for 
today."

"Just like mine, homeroom, then algebra, history and science, and then lunch. Don't worry your 
schedule is taped to the inside of your locker."

'Shit, my locker, I don't remember the combination,' I thought. 'How am I going to get it opened?'

The bus pulled up in front of the school; it was smaller than I remembered. Joann and I went in. I 
followed her to her locker and watched as she opened it. I stood in front of the locker next to hers 
and fumbled with the lock.

"What the hell are you doing, your locker is over there."

I looked at her, red faced,

"Thanks; I told you I was out of it this morning. You don't happen to know my combination do 
you?"

"You really are out of it this morning," she said, opening her locker door wider and pointing to a 
piece of paper taped to the top of the door. "We always do this just in case of emergencies."

I memorized the number, tried it, and the locker door swung open.

"Thanks, you're a life saver."

"Come on get your books, the bell is about to ring."

I grabbed my books for the morning and followed her into the classroom just as the bell sounded. 
Fortunately, there were only two empty seats left, she took one and I took the other. The teacher 
took attendance and made a couple of announcements. We stood for the pledge of allegiance. Then 
the bell rang and we were off to algebra. 

Once again I waited for Joann to sit, then stood talking to her until the rest of the class took their 
seats, if there was an open seat next to her I'd take it, if not I'd sit in the back, figuring that I would 
always choose to sit by her if I could. If seating was alphabetical, I would be near the back.

"Miss Wilson will you please take your seat so we can begin. Thank you. Today we are going to 
take a little quiz to see how well you understand last week's lessons."

A groan filled the room.

Mr. Albertson gave each student in the front row copies of the quiz. They were passed back until 
we all had one.

"Everybody have one, okay begin."

I looked down at the paper and smiled. One of the advantages of traveling back in time, with your 
memory intact, is that you know that you've done this stuff before. As Jack, I had been good at 
math. The quiz was easy. I was finished before everyone else. I waited until someone else stood up 
to drop off their paper, then I got up and dropped off mine.

"Finished so soon, Miss Wilson?"

"Sure it was easy."

"We'll see."

I walked back to my desk; Joann was looking at me as if I had two heads.

"OK, times up. Please bring your papers up here and drop them off on my desk. Your homework 
assignment is on the board; you can work on it for the rest of the period."

When the bell rang, I had most of the homework done. I closed my book. Picked up my other 
books and headed to the door. When Joann came out she asked, "How did you do that quiz so 
quickly, did you know about it and didn't tell me?"

"Of course not, silly. I just knew the work. I guess I just got lucky"

"Come on let's go to history."

I let her lead the way. In the halls, kids were coming and going in all directions. I had to be really 
careful to say hi to anyone that greeted me. As Jack, I knew some of her friends, but not all of 
them; and I could never have remembered their names.

History was a fun; we were studying about the revolutionary war. I was answering questions and 
asking some of my own as well. The time flew by. When class was over, Joann came up to me.

"OK, what did you do with the real Anne Wilson? Last week you hated history, today you sounded 
like you could teach it. What gives?"

"Nothing's different, I just liked today's lesson that's all."

I'd have to be more careful. I forgot that Anne was not the best of students. She was smart enough, 
she just never put her heart into it. School was a social club as far as she was concerned.

My classes for the rest of the day things went OK; I managed to get through them without arousing 
any more suspicion. However, the last class of the day was gym and that's when I ran into trouble. 
It wasn't the actual class; all we did was play kickball. It was before and after class that I ran into 
trouble. In the locker room, off to one side, was a large caged-in area with rows of metal baskets 
stacked on shelves. We were each assigned a basket that held our uniform. I waited for Joann to 
get hers; luckily I could see my name written on the back of my gym clothes. I took my basket off 
the shelf and headed to the lockers to change. 

I stopped short. All around me were teenaged girls in various stages of undress. If I had still had 
my cock it would have been as hard as steel. My body was that of a teenaged girl, but my mind 
was that of a dirty old man. I undressed and put on my gym clothes as quickly as possible; trying 
not to stare at all the tits and asses that were in the room.

After class it was even worse, as we got undressed, Joann pointed to a sign on wall: "Showers 
Mandatory Today." I swore under my breath and headed to the back of the line of other naked girls 
following Joann's lead. We walked through a series of showerheads that rinsed us off from the 
neck down. All I wanted to do was grab as many tits and asses as I could before they dragged me
away; but I didn't want to give Anne the reputation of being a lesbian. When we were done, I 
grabbed my towel, dried off, and put my clothes back on as fast as possible.

I waited for Joanne out in the gym, and then it was back to our lockers, pick up our books for 
homework and out to catch the bus home. When Jack and I got off at our stop, I let out a big sigh. I 
made it through my first day of school as a girl. I wondered what the night would bring.

Chapter 3 

Mom greeted us as we came in the back door.

"How did everything go today Anne, I was a little worried about you? Do you feel all right?"

"Mom, I feel fine don't worry. School was good today; I think I aced a quiz in Algebra."

"Really, that's wonderful."

"How about you Jack. How was your day?"

"Fine"

He was already heading up the stairs to his room.

I sat at the kitchen table and looked at mom. She was really pretty. Thirty-three, a little over-
weight, but all in the right places. She had met my Dad in high school and fell in love. I was 
conceived on the night of the senior prom. Neither of them went on to college. Dad got a job at the 
local hardware store; Mom stayed home and took care of us. They lived in this very house with my 
grandparents until a couple of years ago. My grandfather died of lung cancer and my grandmother 
died of a broken heart shortly thereafter. Mom, being an only child, inherited the house. Because 
there was no mortgage, Dad's pay from the hardware store was enough to live on, but there wasn't 
a lot left over for extras. My dad was a hard worker, it was just that he was an average student, and 
had no skills. It was either work in a factory or work in retail. He was a friendly person, good 
humored, kind and pretty good-looking. He was the same age as my mom, of average height and 
weight, but was beginning to get a little bit of a gut.

Growing up as Jack, I never really paid much attention to them. They were there, I listened to 
them, did what they asked most of the time, but never really interacted with them. Dad was always 
at work, Mom always had housework to do, and I had other interests entirely. It was 1968; we had 
just gone through the" summer of love," the Vietnam War was tearing the country in two, and even 
here in small town Nebraska, drugs were taking their toll on kids looking for an escape. I was a 
little over a year away from falling in with the wrong crowd, throwing away any chance I had of 
getting into college, and ultimately ruining my life.

This was why I was sent back, to help Jack make the proper choices, to steer Anne away from a 
life of mediocrity and help my parents deal with it all, give them a chance at a long, happy and 
healthy life. I was sure of it. Now all I had to do was figure out how.

Chapter 4

I lay in bed that night, thinking about all that had happened to me in the last twenty-four hours. I 
went from being a man, fifty-eight years old, on his deathbed in 2012 to being a fifteen year-old 
girl in 1968. I still wasn't use to this body. I could move in ways that I hadn't been able to in my 
entire life. I marveled at its near-perfect skin, the weight of my breasts, the sexual responsiveness 
to any stimulation, my perfect eyesight. I could do a lot with this body.

The first thing I did that night, as soon as my brother went to bed was lock my door and turn on my 
desk light. I took off my panties and nightshirt, threw back the covers and basically mauled my tits 
until I had a wonderful cum. Then I got up, sat at my desk and examined my pussy. Although I 
was far from a virgin in my previous life I had never taken the time to really examine the wonders 
of womanhood. I pulled out a mirror from my vanity and examined myself. I had a little bit of hair 
above my pussy; I could use to tidy up a bit. I had nice lips. My clit was prominent and hooded. I 
parted my pussy lips and looked in as best I could.

Oh shit, my sister was still a virgin. That meant, damn! at some point I was going to have to lose 
my virginity to a guy. I didn't want to think about that just yet.

I put the mirror down and began to massage my pussy, first with my whole hand, rubbing my lips, 
then I wet my fingers and began to gently rub my clit. Soon I started to whimper and moan; I 
couldn't take much more of this. I grabbed a nipple and twisted. That sent me over the edge. I 
shook and almost screamed as my second orgasm in ten minutes washed over me. It lasted for at 
least a minute, maybe longer. When I finally calmed down, I felt exhausted but wonderful as well. 
I reached over, shut the light and crawled into bed. I dreamed of naked girls running through the 
showers, with me running after them, my hand at my crotch, empty.

I woke up before the alarm, took a quick shower, and got dressed, put on my makeup. I was just 
about to go downstairs when I spotted Anne's calendar on the wall. Curious, I checked it out. 
Friday, I noted was circled in red. I wonder what that means. I started flipping through the rest of 
the calendar; nothing was circled going forward, so I started going backward. One day in March 
was circled, then one in February. I stopped and started counting, 

'Shit, now what do I do. She's going to get her period on Friday.'

I checked out our bathroom and found a box of pads; damn, I guess being a girl does have some 
drawbacks after all. I went down stairs to have breakfast. Mom was in her robe and curlers, 
standing at the stove over a pan of scrambled eggs. A large plate of bacon was already on the table.

"Good morning, Mom."

"Oh good morning Dear, you're up early. I was just about to go upstairs and wake you both."

"You don't have to; Jack was just going into the bathroom as I came downstairs." Then I asked, 
"Mom, do we have any cereal? I'd like to cut back on all the eggs and bacon and high fat foods."

"Sure, dear, I think there's some Rice Krispies in the cabinet."

I got up, got myself a bowl, found the box and poured myself a bowl. I topped it with a little milk 
and grabbed an apple for later. Here was an opportunity to start saving my parents.

"You know Mom, too much of that kind of stuff is going to ruin that girlish figure of yours. Why 
don't you and I start eating a little healthier from now on? We could help each other. Since you do 
all the cooking, you could start cutting down on our portion sizes, include more chicken, less beef 
and pork, more fruits and vegetables and less sweets."

"I don't know what your father is going to say about that."

"Come on, he benefits in two ways: first he gets healthier and slims down a little, he'll have more 
energy; secondly he gets to sleep with a more beautiful and sexier you."

"Anne, " she whispered, "don't you talk like that."

"I'm also thinking about starting an exercise program. I'll have to get back to you on that one."

Just then Jack came down stairs. I looked him over, about five-six, one hundred thirty five pounds 
I figured. But soft, he never did anything physical, no sports, no exercise, just stayed in his room, 
reading or listening to the radio.

He wolfed down some bacon and eggs, a couple pieces of toast and a glass of milk, before 
standing, getting his books and headed out the door. I finished my cereal, took my apple, kissed 
Mom and followed him out the door. I came back picked up my books, looked over at Mom and 
said, "Think about it."

Chapter 5

School was a blast. As ninth graders we ruled the school. Basketball had finished for the season; 
baseball and track were in full swing. It was spring and lust was in the air. I did my best to balance 
my social life and my school work. I had lost a couple pounds and was feeling really good. More
importantly, Mom had shed about ten and was looking great. I think Dad was beginning to notice. 
I had gone out on a couple of group dates with Joann, her latest boyfriend, and about five others. 
But I made no commitments to anyone. I used the excuse that my parents wouldn't let me date 
until I was sixteen. I did have a couple of boy "friends" who used to call me at night. We would 
talk about school, other kids, who was dating who, but nothing serious. I was concentrating on my 
grades. When report cards came out for the third marking period I had four C's and two B's. I had 
to get my grades up if I ever wanted to get to college. I needed to qualify for scholarships and 
financial aid if I wanted to go.

One weekend, I helped Mom bring down the laundry into the basement where the washing 
machine and dryer were. I had never really looked in the basement when I was growing up as Jack. 
There was nothing down there that would interest me. Now, I was just curious. In one corner of the 
basement was walled-off area next to the furnace. On the door, barely legible were the words 
"Coal Bin." I asked Mom about it.

"That's where they used to store the coal that was delivered during the winter and burned for heat. 
They used to get a delivery of coal down a chute in through the window. Every day Grandpa 
would come down here and shovel some coal into the furnace. I remember him telling me that 
about thirty years ago they converted the old furnace to natural gas. I guess Grandpa never got
around to taking it down."

With that she went back upstairs, and I went straight to the coal bin door. I flipped the latch, 
pushed the door open and peered inside. I could see that the room had been used for storage; there 
were still a couple of boxes on the floor, a couple of chairs sat against one wall, and something 
fairly big covered by an old sheet. Everything had a thick layer of dust on it. I pulled the sheet off. 

There before my eyes was an old weight bench, with a barbell resting on the rack, several twenty- 
pound weights on each side and a couple of other short bars with ten-pound weights. I looked 
around; there on the wall were an exercise chart and a progress chart. Grandpa's name was on the 
chart, showing how much weight he was lifting each week for about a year. Then the entries 
stopped.

I guess Grandpa was into weight lifting at one point in his life, and then he just gave it up. I'd have 
to ask Mom about it some time. Now I could really get my body into shape, but first I had a lot of 
cleaning to do. I thought it best to just keep this find to myself for the time being. I swept and 
dusted as much as I could; I opened the window to let some fresh air in and took an inventory of 
what I had. There were four each of twenty-pound, ten-pound, and five-pound weights, a long bar 
and two short bars. I read the exercise chart to see what type of exercises I could do, and erased the 
marker writing on the progress chart. The marker was all dried out but everything else seemed to 
be in good working order. I even tried out the bench to make sure it was still sturdy. Now I had all 
I needed.

I started out slowly; ten pounds on each side plus the bar for my presses, and ten pounds for my 
one-arm curls and pull-ups. Each day, when I got home from school I would go downstairs and 
work out, while Jack would go up to his room and read. Each week I increased the weight by five 
pounds, or increased the number of sets. By the end of the first month, I could see the results of
my hard work. My arms looked thicker, my shoulders looked wider, and my tits seemed a little 
higher and firmer. The sit-ups that I did every day were making my stomach flatter, and I was 
beginning to see the outlines of my abs. Anne had always been a big girl, by the time she 
graduated from high school, she was five-ten, one hundred and seventy five pounds. She had gone 
past the full figured stage and was knocking on the door of obesity. In the years to come, it had 
cost her a husband, her self-esteem, and her dignity. I was going to change all that.

One day I was down in the room, just finishing up a set of bench presses, a total weight of ninety-
five pounds with the bar, when the door opened and there stood Mom.

"So this is where that stuff ended up. I always wondered why Dad got rid of it. When I was young, 
I used to come down here and watch him lift. He used to have it out in the main part of the 
basement, because they were still using this room as a coal bin. One day I came down here alone, I 
couldn't have been more than twelve years old, and started to imitate what he was doing. Of
course I had taken off most of the weight. He caught me and told me that weight lifting was not for 
girls and that no man would want to marry a woman with muscles. So I stopped. Soon after, the 
furnace was converted and the coal bin abandoned, or so I thought."

She walked over to the charts on the wall and after a few moments turned and said, "Wow, you're 
really getting into this aren't you?"

"Yeah Mom, I really feel good about myself. Why don't you start working out with me?"

"Honey, I'm thirty-four years old; I haven't done any exercising in years."

"I'll help you; you can start out slowly, like I did. Soon, we'll have you in great shape, with a body 
that Dad will love."

Almost in a whisper I heard, "I doubt it."

So that's it, I thought; they've lost their passion, their desire for one another. They were both too 
young for this to happen; Mom was just reaching the height of her sexuality. This was another 
problem that I was going to have to set right. I would have to be really careful how I handled this 
one.

"Tomorrow, no excuses, when I get home I want you dressed to work out with me. I bet you'll be 
surprised at how strong you really are."

Chapter 6

The end of the school year was quickly approaching. Plans were being finalized for the ninth grade 
dance. Joann already had a date of course. So did most of our friends' everyone, except me. I was 
at my locker, getting my things, waiting for Joann when Todd walked up behind me. He tapped me 
on the shoulder; I turned and was looking right into his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Hi Anne, I was wondering if you would like to go with me to the dance?"

I stood there, stunned. I was getting fairly used to being a girl; even thinking like a girl in most 
circumstances. This was one bridge that I had not crossed. In my head I was still a man, and here 
was a young man asking me out on a date, a dance, no less. I almost blurted out, no, then said,

"Todd, I'd love to go to the dance with you."

"Great, that's great, we'll make arrangements soon," and then he turned and walked down the hall 
and out of the building.

"Shit, I hope Anne knows how to dance."

I went home, worked out extra hard, had dinner, did my homework, and went to bed. I had a lot on 
my mind; in bed is where I do my best thinking. 

Suddenly, Jack burst into my room yelling, "Bobbie Kennedy's been shot."

It was June 6, 1968; the presidential campaigns were in full swing, the Democrats fighting to see 
who was going to be their nominee to replace Lyndon Johnson. I should have remembered, 
Kennedy had just won in California and had just finished his speech, when he was shot by Sirhan 
Sirhan leaving the room through the kitchen. I knew. I could have stopped it. But I didn't. I 
couldn't; I couldn't warn anyone, I couldn't change history by that magnitude. Who would have 
believed me anyway? I hadn't even told my own family. I'd just have to suffer in silence. I cried 
myself to sleep that night.

Two weeks later, I came down the stairs in my best dress, and low heeled shoes (I didn't want to 
overpower Todd). He stood in the living room, a corsage in hand, dressed in tan slacks, white shirt 
and a blue blazer. He looked really good. Mom helped him pin the flowers on my dress. Dad took 
some pictures and out the door we went. Todd's father was waiting in the car and dropped us off at 
the door to the gym. 

"I'll be back at ten to pick you up; have fun you two. " 

We did. We sat with a couple of his friends and their dates, along with Joanne and hers. We 
danced; I even remembered to let him lead. At one point near the end of the night, we walked out 
into the hallway so I could use the girls' room. As we were walking back to the gym, he steered me 
into an empty classroom, and began to kiss me. My mind was reeling. I was kissing a guy, my 
instincts said to punch him in the nose; my body, however, was responding in a different manner 
entirely. I could feel myself becoming aroused; my nipples ached, the thrill shooting directly to my 
pussy. Then I felt his hand cup my breast. He had me pressed against the wall and I could feel his 
erection pressing against my thighs.

"No, Todd. No, that's enough! Stop!"

But he didn't stop. In fact, I felt him trying to move his hand inside my dress, inside my bra. I 
grabbed his wrist and slowly removed it from my breast. He was trying to overpower me, but was 
losing. The look on his face was priceless as he realized how strong I was.

"If you don't want me to break your arm, I suggest that you stop right now and take me back to the 
gym."

Like a beaten dog, he turned, and we walked back to the gym. It was nearly ten, the lights were 
turned up, and we all began to leave. Todd's dad was there, and we drove back to my house. When 
the car stopped, he got out, opened my door, and walked me to my door.

"I'm sorry, " he said, "You are just so beautiful that I couldn't stop myself."

I leaned into him, kissed him tenderly on the lips, thanked him for a nice evening and went into the 
house. Mom was in the kitchen and asked me all the usual questions. I smiled and told her all 
about it, well almost anyway. Then said good night and went upstairs. I changed, washed up and 
got into bed. I had to get myself off twice before I could finally fall asleep.

Chapter 7

The summer of '68 was hot in more ways than one. Large cities, like Detroit and Newark, had 
suffered through weeks of unrest and rioting in the streets the year before and the unrest, along 
with the political climate and the war, made for an uneasy peace. Mom and I continued working 
out every morning right after Dad went to work in order to avoid the heat of the day. She was 
really making good progress. Because of her healthier cooking and eating habits, she had 
continued to lose weight. Now that loss of weight was slowing down. She was, however, loosing 
inches. Her clothes were fitting more loosely; she was even getting into clothes that she hadn't 
worn in years. I think the battle for Mom was almost won; there was just one more area to conquer.

"Mom can we talk; woman to woman."

"Of course Dear, what did you want to talk about?"

"Your sex life." I thought she would drop the bar she was so stunned.

"I really don't think that's any of your business; besides you're too young to talk of such things."

"No Mom, you're wrong. I'm not too young, I'll be sixteen years old next year, I'm mature beyond 
my years and a lot more knowledgeable than you were at my age. Some kids in my class are 
already doing it."

I saw the panic on her face.

"No Mom; I'm still a virgin. I have too many plans for the future to get'. Mom, I'm sorry I wasn't 
thinking."

She got off the bench and hugged me.

"It's okay, everything worked out for us; we had you and Jack, and with Grandma's and Grandpa's 
help we were able to have a pretty good life up until now, I have no regrets."

"But, are you truly happy? Do you still have the passion that you had for each other when you 
were eighteen?

"Your father works really hard; he's tired by the end of the day. No, sex between us has not been 
good for a while. We seemed to have gotten into a routine. He just doesn't seem interested 
anymore. It's one position with him on top, once every couple of weeks and its over before it starts. 
I shouldn't be telling you this."

"Of course you should, who else are you going to tell? It sounds like you are going to have to start 
taking charge in bed. Maybe, you should be on top once in awhile. How about some mutual 
masturbation? When was the last time you had oral sex?"

"Anne, please."

"Mom, this is your marriage we're talking about. Sex ' good sex ' is a big part of a loving 
relationship. The last thing I want is for you two to grow apart, but that's what it's sounding like. 
You have to fight for what's yours' and you don't have to fight fair. You've already started; you're 
looking really good, you're young and really sexy. But, you are going to have to be the aggressor,
at least until you can relight the flame within him. Believe me when I tell you I know what a man 
wants, and desires."

"Are you sure you're a virgin? How do you know so much about men? When did you grow up, it 
seems like only yesterday that I was tucking you into bed at night and telling you stories."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Come on, Jack's not home, let's go take our showers. I 
want to check you out; maybe we can enhance your sexiness. I also want to check out your 
bedclothes. Then we'll talk about how to improve Dad, to make him more desirable. It's going to 
be up to you to make him into an irresistible hunk. I can only do so much with him."

We went upstairs and had our showers. I asked her not to dress. When I came downstairs she was 
in her robe. She stood up, dropped the robe and turned around for me. Her tits were great: probably 
a C-cup with only a slight sag to them; she had cute little nipples that appeared to be hard already. 
Her butt needed a little more work and so did her stomach, but all in all she was one sexy lady.
My 58 year-old male mind was sending strong signals to my nonexistent cock' so much so in 
fact, that I expected Jack to come through the door any minute sporting a massive hard on. The 
only negative that I could see was that she had let her bush grow wild. I would have to show her 
how to trim it up, maybe even do a little shaving around the lips. That would come soon enough; 
first I had to work on getting Dad into better shape.

We started talking about sex again. I could tell from the discussion that she was not very 
knowledgeable about the subject. Then it hit me. They had gotten married at the age of eighteen. I 
knew Mom was a virgin, and probably Dad was as well. The Internet had not yet been invented 
and they had grown up in an era when sex was not discussed. How were they ever going to learn 
how to pleasure each other? So the sex became one dimensional and there was no communication 
between them. They just didn't know any better. I felt sorry for them both.

I don't know what Mom was thinking, but for the next hour we had ourselves our first sex 
education lesson, only in reverse; the child teaching the parent.

Chapter 8

The summer went by quickly; I got stronger and now had six pack abs. My biceps had expanded to 
the point that when I flexed it looked like I had a baseball hidden under my skin. I decided that this 
year I was going out for the girls track team. I had to go shopping for some new shirts to wear to 
school. My old ones were no longer appropriate for school. Mom seemed to be walking around
the house with a little more spring in her step; she seemed happier than I had seen her in years. 
Dad too, was smiling a lot more than he used to. When he could, he too would join Mom and me 
in our workouts. I also noted that the weights would be different when I went to use them the 
following day. I think he was sneaking down stairs at night to get in a little more work before 
going up to bed. One day I found a couple of his old ties wrapped around the ends of the bar. It 
took me a minute before I figured out that they'd had some sex play while lifting. Way to go 
Mom! Another problem solved. 

I still had to get Anne into college, to at least get her a degree and a direction in life. That would be 
no problem. Jack was my major concern. I had one year to get him to the point where he would 
resist the lure of falling in with the wrong crowd and turning to drugs and alcohol. Sports were not 
the answer for Jack; he was never good at them and had no interest in them. He was smart, but 
painfully shy around girls. That was going to be the key. I had to get him over his shyness, to find 
him a strong partner in life, to get him laid.

My first challenge was get him in shape, to make him a more desirable commodity. Then I would 
have to build up his confidence. Finally, find him a girl. The one good thing was that I knew what 
made him tick; his likes and dislikes, even his fantasies and desires. He was me.

When school started, we would be going to different schools. I'd be a sophomore going to the high 
school; he was in ninth grade in the junior high. That meant different buses, different schedules, 
and he would be out of my sight most of the day. Fortunately, one of my girlfriend's sister was also 
in ninth grade so she passed along reports from time to time about who he was hanging with. It 
was too bad that she wasn't his type or most of my problem would already be solved.

Step one was to get him interested in weight lifting. I figured the best way to do that was to get 
him down in the basement and have him see me working out with an outfit that left little to the 
imagination. The outfit consisted of a pair of gym shorts and one of my old tee shirts. I thought 
about not wearing a bra, but I didn't want him have a heart attack or cum in his shorts while he
was spotting for me. After school, I got home before he did. I ran up stairs, changed into my 
workout clothes, and went downstairs.

"Mom can you do me a big favor. When Jack gets home can you please send him downstairs to 
help me with my workout? " 

Looking at the way I was dressed and the fact that she knew I really didn't need any help, she 
started to speak, "Anne, I'm not'."

"Please don't ask any questions, this is for his own good. Trust me, I never would do anything to 
hurt him."

Before she could answer I ran down to the basement, and set up the weights for the bench press. 
About fifteen minutes later I heard the back door slam; Jack was home. I'd give him another fifteen 
minutes to change and come down. It took him ten.

"Sis, where are you?

"In the coal bin."

"Mom said you needed my hel -- "

He froze in mid sentence. There I was on my back, my legs spread slightly ' just enough to tease ' 
doing my bench press reps with all of the free weights I had on the bar.

"Come here, stand behind me and help me if I start to get into trouble. "

I was doing my maximum and had only done three reps when he stood behind me.

"OK, help me lift it back on the rack."

I eased off and let him take as much of the weight as I thought he could take. I was watching his 
eyes; they were glued to my tits, the shirt stretched to its limit. 

When we got the bar racked he said, "Holy crap, sis, how much weight was that?"

"One hundred sixty five pounds."

"That's twenty-five pounds more than I weigh! How did you get so strong?"

"A lot of hard work. I've been lifting for about four months. You should start lifting. Its great 
exercise, you'll build up you strength and make your body more attractive."

"I could never lift that much," never letting his eyes off my chest.

"I didn't start out lifting this much either. I had to start out slowly, with about thirty pounds, and 
work up from there."

I lied a little; I didn't want to discourage him the first day.

"I could help you; we could work out every day after school. I'll help you, teach you."

"I don't know."

"Jack, trust me after the first couple weeks, you'll feel better about yourself, you'll have more 
energy, and you'll start to look really good; especially to the girls."

"OK, when can we start?"

"Today. Go back upstairs and put on a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt. I'll stay down here and set 
up the weights for you."

"Thanks Anne, I really appreciate it." He ran up stairs and was back down in less than five 
minutes.

I had set-up with the bar loaded with a ten-pounder on each side.

"Sis, that's only twenty pounds."

"You forgot to count the bar, that's another twenty-five pounds; so you're starting out at forty-five 
pounds. Lay down on the bench and I'll show you how to do it properly. In order to get the most 
out of your workout you have to use the proper form."

Once he was down on the bench, I had him grip the bar at a little more than shoulder width apart, 
lower the weight to his chest, and push it back until his arms were just about fully extended. I had 
him repeat the procedure for a total of twelve reps. I had to help with the last one, but I told him he 
was doing really well for a beginner. I was standing really close to him while I was spotting. I 
knew I was giving him a real good peak at my panties, and I'm sure he could see the outline of my 
pussy though the panties. After a few minutes rest I had him start again. He only got to eight reps 
this time, but he was using good form. I changed the weights putting on all the plates but the five-
pounders. I put those on the small bars. While I did my reps on the bench I had him doing curls. I 
had to tell him not to swing the weights and to only use his arm, but he did really well.

When we were finished I showed him the progress chart, put his name below mine and Mom's, 
and listed his starting weights. I told him how we were going to add more weight as time went by.

"Thanks, Anne, thanks for everything. See you tomorrow."

With that, he ran out of the room and headed up the stairs. I noted two things, first he really 
seemed excited, and second, he left with a really stiff cock. I had no doubt that he ran all the way 
to his room and jerked off to the memory of my body. I was OK with that, if that was what it was 
going to take to motivate him then so be it. It was really rather flattering.

I settled into the new school routine rather quickly; all new teachers, a lot of new faces and a 
whole bunch of upperclassmen hitting on me. I was still only fifteen and told them I couldn't date 
until I was sixteen. That seemed to discourage most but not all. I didn't care; I was more interested 
in my education and getting into college than anything else. The schoolwork was still pretty easy, I 
could still remember most of the work that I had done the first time through high school; so my 
grades were outstanding. That left me more time at home to workout with Jack. He was 
progressing nicely. I would help him for a while, then begin my work out while he finished up 
with curls or sit-ups. It wasn't long before his arms and chest began to show some definition. 

One day, after he had completed his work out, I noticed Jack sitting on one of the old chairs, 
looking at his bicep while flexing. He was smiling, pleased I'm sure with the progress he was 
making. I was into my third set of bench presses, when I saw him take off his shirt, stand up and 
move into a double bicep pose.

"Hey Sis, what do you think?"

"Looking good, stud, looking good, I said, as I finished my set and stood up. You're making real 
good progress. But I think you have to do a lot more work before you catch up to me."

With that I walked over until I was right in front of him and struck the same pose ' leaving my 
shirt on of course. My muscles seemed to explode out of my arms; I expanded my lats and stood 
there.

I watched as his eyes widened, his jaw dropped and his shorts tented outward.

"My god Anne, you're huge."

He slowly reached up, until his hand rested on my arm, he tried to squeeze it, and then sort of 
caressed my bicep. Then, with a quick "I gotta go," he ran out of the room and up the stairs.

I laughed to myself. I guess I am making some small changes to history; I don't remember having a 
muscle girl fetish when I was growing up.

That night at dinner, I looked around the table; Mom was looking really good, she was healthy and 
' more importantly ' happy. Dad had lost a little weight; he was certainly happier, mostly because 
of Mom, but I knew he still worked and worried too much. Jack was toning up nicely, and was still 
doing well in school, but he still never talked to or about girls.

I still had more work to do.

Chapter 9

I don't know where the time went, but before I knew it Christmas was just around the corner. 
Christmas in our house was more about the traditions, the decorations, and the religious 
significance of the day, than it was about presents. Jack and I always received underwear and 
socks, maybe a shirt or two. Things that we really needed. Mom and Dad would get something for 
the house. It wasn't like the scenes from "A Christmas Carol" but it was close. We never seemed to 
notice or care.

On Christmas day, after breakfast, we gathered around the tree, it was Jack's job to distribute the 
presents. He gave Mom and Dad a neatly-wrapped box, the next box he picked up had his name on 
it, the last box must be mine I thought. I watched as Jack leaned over to pick it up, instead of the 
box moving to him, however, he fell towards the box.

"What the heck is that, it's awful heavy?"

I reached over and slid the box to me. It was heavy. I looked up at Mom and Dad; they were 
smiling.

"I thought you could use this more than underwear and socks," Dad chuckled.

I ripped off the paper and opened the plain cardboard box and squealed with joy,

"Thank you, thank you Daddy, Mom."

Inside the box were two twenty-five pound plates for my weight set. That meant that now I could 
continue to increase the weight over time to a maximum of two hundred and fifteen pounds.

That evening, I went down stairs and rearranged the weights on my bar. I added another ten 
pounds in total. I did two full sets and ten reps on my third when I felt I had reached my limit. Yes, 
it was a Merry Christmas indeed for me.

School resumed and the days seemed to go on forever. Schoolwork and homework were just 
chores that I had to do. I was friends with quite a few of my classmates, but none were as close to 
me as Joann had been. We had started to drift apart; our interests seemed to be taking us down 
different roads. She was one of the most popular girls in our year; she always seemed to have at
least one or two boyfriends. I was still several months away from being allowed to date, so I 
concentrated on my workouts.

In mid February, I decided it was time to tell the track coach that I was planning to try out for the 
field events; shot putt, javelin, and discus throwing. Coach Jenkins was about forty-five years old; 
trim, with the body of a distance runner. He looked up at me from his desk and asked if I had any
experience.

"No, I said, but I'm pretty strong. Is there anything I can do now to get ready for the season?"

"Meet me here in your gym clothes after school, tomorrow. I'll put you through some tests."

I went home that day, told my parents what I was going to do and I arranged to get a ride home 
after school. The next day after school, I went to the girls' locker room, changed into my gym 
clothes and walked over to the gym office. The coach asked me to follow him. We went into a 
room off to the side of the gym; there were several weight sets, a couple of benches, and a 
treadmill.

"The events that you are asking about all require a lot of strength if you wish to excel in them. 
Let's find out how strong you are."

I looked over at the bar on one of the benches. It had two twenty-five pound plates on each side. I 
watched as the coach walked over and started to remove one of the plates.

"Coach, stop; don't take off any weight."

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Are you sure? That's a lot of weight for a girl to handle."

That got me a little upset, I'll show this guy, I thought.

I walked over to the bar, reached down and grabbed another twenty-five pound plate from the rack 
and secured it in place, then did the same on the other side."

"Honey, with the bar, that's one hundred and seventy five pounds."

"I know," I said as I assumed my position on the bench. I looked over at him, smiling I said, "You 
want to spot for me?"

I waited until he was in position; then proceeded to do a set of twelve reps with perfect form. I 
looked up from the bench and said,

"How's that coach?"

"What's your name again?"

"Anne Wilson"

"Anne, you are the strongest high school girl I've ever coached. You obviously work out a lot. The 
field events also require quickness, footwork and good form. You can't really work on that right 
now, so I suggest continuing what you are doing. When practice starts, I'll have someone work 
with you on the techniques of each event. You can go home now; I don't need to see anything 
else."

"Thanks, Coach."

"No, thank you; you've made my day."

Track practice started March first. It was still too cold to go outside, so the team practiced in the 
girls gym. When I reported in, the coach sent me over to the boys' gym to work with the boys track 
team. Their coach was a pretty big guy, who must have participated in field events in college. 
Coach Jenkins must have already talked about me, because he was not surprised when I reported 
in. He introduced me to Tom Bradford, a senior and co-captain of the boys track team.

"Tom, this is Anne. She's from the girl's track team, and is going to be working out with us this 
year. I want you to work with her on her techniques."

Reluctantly at first, Tom showed me how to hold the equipment, and the footwork needed for each 
event. Every day, we would spend the first hour of each practice going over the movements. He 
would correct my form, watching my foot placement, making sure I would do the movements the 
exact same way each time. That he said was the key to becoming a great field athlete. For the 
second hour of practice, he and I and two other guys would go to the weight room. I remember the 
first day; Tom and the guys went over to one of the benches and prepared the bar to begin their 
workout. 

He said to me, "Anne, you'll be using the other bench, I'll be right over to set up the weights for 
you."

I walked over to the bench and put one hundred and twenty pounds on the bar. I was just settling in 
under the bar, when Tom came over.

"Hold on Anne, that's too much weight for you."

"Spot me," was all I said; then preceded to do my first set. I could see them all staring at me. I had 
just earned some respect from these guys.

"Holy shit, Anne, how'd you get so strong."

"I've been working out for about a year."

"What's your best?"

"One eighty."

"God, mine is two forty, and I must have at least forty pounds on you."

After that we all worked in with one another, until the weight became a little too much for me. I 
was determined to top his best by the end of my senior year.

I earned even more respect when we finally got outside and began throwing for real. In practice 
meets with the four of us, I placed second in the shot put, third in the javelin, and fourth in the 
discus, in which I needed a lot more practice.

Being part of a sports team in school ' even the track team ' brings you some notoriety as you 
walk down the hall; you get people you don't really know saying hi to you. With me it was really 
noticeable because I was being greeted by not only members of the girls track team, but also the 
boys track team, and even some of the football players. This led to sort of a confrontation one day.

I was walking down the hall on my way to track practice, when three guys walked up to me and 
blocked my way.

"Excuse me," I said and tried to walk around them. They wouldn't let me pass.

"Hey babe," the apparent leader of the group said, "Why don't you and me find someplace quiet so 
we can get better acquainted."

They were all about five-eight or so, probably weighed no more than one hundred and fifty 
pounds, and apparently thought of themselves as god's gift to women.

"First of all," I said, "If you're asking me out on a date, I'm sorry, my parents won't let me date 
until next month when I turn sixteen. If you're asking me if I want to fool around, I'm sorry, I don't 
do that either."

"Well, what do you do?" He replied trying to be a smart ass and impress his friends.

"This," I said, and before he could react, I grabbed him at his armpits and lifted him pinning him 
high against the wall.

"If you ever bother me again, or I see you bothering anyone else, I will rip off your arms and shove 
them up your ass."

Then I dropped him. All three turned and ran for the door.

Chapter 10

For me, my birthday was no big deal. Mom made a cake with sixteen candles, which she brought 
out after dinner. They all sang happy birthday, I made a special wish, and blew out the candles.

Now that I was sixteen, I was able to get a part-time job. In our area there were two types of part-
time jobs: retail or the food industry. I chose the food industry, specifically as a waitress. I worked 
in a local family restaurant. The base pay was low, but the tips were good. The clientele tended
to get in and get out as fast as they could which meant that the turnover of tables was high. With 
my old man's mind and my young girl's body, I knew when and how to get the biggest tips. I was 
not ashamed to flirt with a group of single guys, unbutton one more button on my uniform and 
bend over to take their order. Or provide extra fast service to a family with three kids all under the 
age of ten. I was always happy and smiling. I even helped carry out large orders for the other 
waitresses.

More important to me was that in two days, we were going to have our first track meet. I was 
really nervous before the meet. This was the first time in either life that I had ever competed 
against anyone, other than in practice. Fortunately, it was a home meet so there were some friendly 
faces in the stands. My brother Jack had stayed for the meet. I could hear him from across the field 
shouting when it was time for my first throw in the shot put. I guess I shouldn't have been so 
nervous; my toss was fifteen feet further than my competition. I beat the same girl in the discus a 
half hour later and a different girl by twenty feet in the javelin. The competition in the field events 
in women's track and field is pretty thin; very few girls spend most of their time weightlifting and 
fewer still are as strong as I am.

When I exited the locker room after showering and changing, Jack greeted me.

"Way to go Sis; that was awesome."

"Thanks, Jack. And thanks for coming out to support me, it means a lot. I think we have a problem, 
however, how are we going to get home?"

"No problem, come on."

We walked out the door, and there in the parking lot was my Dad. He had taken an hour off to 
come and watch me compete. At that moment I could have cried. I got a big hug and a kiss. I 
climbed in the back and saw my Mom sitting in the front seat. Now I was crying.

Friday, I was told that I had beaten the school records in each event. I was now the record holder. 
Tom, saw me in the hall, and practically crushed me with his congratulatory hug. Then, put me 
down, a little embarrassed over what he had done. 

I kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thanks Coach, it was all because I had a great teacher."

That was the way the rest of the school year went. With each meet we had, I got just a tiny bit 
better. We had the best record of any high school in the conference and placed third in the state. 
Best of all, I had scouts from several universities with large track and field programs coming to 
give me a quick look. I would get more attention the closer I got to graduating. I felt that I could 
finally relax a little bit as far as Anne's future was concerned. There was direction, purpose and 
endless opportunities ahead for her.

Chapter 11

With the end of school came an opportunity to work full time. I needed to work full time so I could 
earn more money. I knew that one advantage of coming back to this time period was that I could 
invest my money in stocks. The problem was that I never paid much attention to the stock market 
in my previous life. What I did know, however, was that certain companies, particularly in the 
upcoming age of personal computers, would be very good investments ' especially if you could 
get in early. Companies like McDonalds, Wal-Mart, and Home Depot, which would become the 
dominant companies in their industries, were just starting out. Companies like Microsoft, Intel, 
Apple, Google, and Dell were not even in existence yet. All would go on to become huge 
companies. I would need money to invest in those businesses when the time came. I didn't want to 
become a financial tycoon; I just wanted to be rich enough so that Jack and my parents would 
always have someone to fall back to if times got tough.

By the end of July I had a good-sized nest egg, in terms of 1969 dollars, of about two thousand 
dollars. Now I was ready.

I went to the library to read the Wall Street Journal, looking for any indication as to when 
McDonalds was going to go public. I read in one of the columns that the company had gone public 
in June. I had missed it. I made arrangements with a friend's father to open an account with his 
brokerage house. Because of my age I had to have my father sign the papers as well. I had to 
convince him that I knew what I was doing and that this was a long-term investment in my future 
and that I would not be touching this money for 30 years or more.

"Well it's your money; you earned it, so I guess it's yours to lose if you want. Personally I would 
keep it in the bank, it's safer."

I placed an order to buy $2,000 worth of McDonalds as soon as possible. I could see the puzzled 
look on my broker's face,

"Some day that company is going to be the largest hamburger seller in the world."

He just laughed and said, "Okay, the customer is always right."

As I walked out of his office, I thought to myself, 'One down, about four more to go.'

That night I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about what I had done so far and how I had changed the 
lives of my parents and Jack and myself for the better. Now I had to figure out just how our future 
lives would affect history, and what we could do to minimize the effects. I was also feeling the 
strain of keeping my secret hidden from my parents and Jack. I had to tell Jack, but when, and how 
could I make him believe me. I formed a tentative plan, which would take almost a year to 
complete. The first phase of the plan would take place during the summer.

One morning, as Jack and I were finishing up our workouts, I said, "Jack, I have something to tell 
you which is going to be very difficult for you to believe. Please sit down."

"This sounds serious Anne, is everything all right?"

"Yes; everything is fine." I took a deep breath and began:

"Jack, have you ever heard of reincarnation?"

"Yes, sure, that's when a person dies and then comes back as another person. Why?"

I looked him right in the eye and held his hands as I said, "It happened to me. I lived before and I 
can remember much of my prior life."

He just looked at me as if I had two heads, then asked, "OK, I'll bite, who were you in your prior 
life?"

"You"

He started laughing at this point,

"You really had me for a second there; that was a good one."

"I'm serious Jack, I was you. I was a fifty-eight year old man in 2012. I was about to die from 
congestive heart failure when I asked God to give me another chance at life. I heard the heart 
monitor alarm go off, then the next thing I know I woke up in Anne's body in the year 1968."

"Yeah, right."

"What can I do to convince you that what I'm telling you is the truth?"

"Tell me something about the future."

"OK; in the middle of August ' the 15th to the 18th ' there is going to be a rock concert held in a 
small town in upstate New York. It's going to be called the Woodstock Music and Arts Fair, but 
will be remembered as just Woodstock. It's going to be attended by over half-a-million people. 
They're going to make a movie out of it."

"You probably just heard about it on the radio or something."

"OK, they are going to sell tickets, but so many people are going to come that they'll be forced to 
stop selling tickets and instead put the musicians on for free. The New York State Thruway will be 
closed; people will have to walk for more than thirty miles to get there. It will rain at some point 
on almost every day, the fields will turn into mud, and no one will care."

"I still don't believe you."

"Just wait, you will."

With that, I turned and left the room. A couple of days later Jack came into my room.

"I just heard about the concert on the radio; it sounds like it is going to be a big deal, there are a lot 
of great bands scheduled to appear. There's even a rumor going around that the Beatles are going 
to be there. Man, I'd love to go, but I know that Dad won't let me."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Don't worry, the Beatles won't be there."

Work was going well; tips were good. I figured at this rate, I'd have at least another $750 by the 
end of the summer. There was still nothing in the papers about my next investment, Wal-Mart, 
going public.

On the night of August 15, Jack came rushing into my room.

"How did you know? They just reported on the radio that thousands of people are still on the roads 
trying to get to Woodstock. They said they expect at least 300,000 to 400,000 more by tomorrow 
night."

"I told you how I know; I lived through it once before as you. Now do you believe me?"

"No, you just made a lucky guess, based upon the groups that were going to appear."

He turned and walked back out of my room before I could say anything more. For the next couple 
of days, every time he saw me, he would ask me how I knew. I think he wanted to believe, but 
there was still a lot of skepticism in the looks that he gave me.

When school started, everyone was talking about "the concert at Woodstock" and how they wished 
that they were there. All I would say was, "Wait until the movie comes out, you'll see everything 
worth seeing."

Chapter 12

School started and, as always, new kids entered the school. My class wasn't the youngest anymore; 
now I was a junior. I was popular, well known by the rest of my junior class and the senior class 
because of my track accomplishments. I had continued my weight training and now my personal 
best bench-press was 205 pounds, which wasn't too shabby considering my weight was around 165 
pounds. I felt strong and confident. Now that Jack was a sophomore, I could check up on him from 
time to time during school and keep an eye on him. My classes were pretty easy. I still 
remembered a lot of the material from my years as Jack; so I knew I was still in the period when 
Jack was a good student. I was working Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings so that I could add 
to my stock purchasing fund.

With my goals set, I had my financial future secured; but I still had Jack's future to rescue, and I 
could not remember what it was that sent me down the wrong path in life. He appeared to be 
happy, just a little shy, as I remembered myself to be. Something must have happened during this 
coming school year that made him turn to drugs and hang out with the losers of the school. All I 
could remember was that by my junior year, I was already smoking grass, cutting school and 
getting high with my new friends. By the middle of my senior year, I had dropped out of school 
and had moved to San Francisco. I was living with other dropouts, working at odd jobs, begging 
for money in the streets, all so I could get high.

Whatever it was that changed my life, it was so traumatic that I was blocking it out even now. I 
had to know and I had to know soon.

One evening Jack and I were in the basement working out. He seemed to be in an unusually good 
mood; I asked him why.

"I think one of the girls in my class likes me. She's really pretty. She's one of the most popular girls 
in my class. She's been sitting with me at lunch and introduced me to some of her friends."

"That's great, Jack. What's her name?"

"Betty, Betty Johnson."

That got my attention. I had heard of this girl. She was one of the cheerleaders; extremely 
attractive, with a great figure. She had been asked out by some of the guys from the track team, but 
without much success. No offense to my brother, but why would a girl like that be interested in 
him. Was he reading more into their relationship than there was; or was something else going on? 
I'd have to watch her. But for right now, Jack was happier than I'd seen him in a long time and that 
was good. We finished our workout and went back upstairs to finish any studying we had to do. 
That night I had a chilling dream.

Jack and Betty, along with a dozen or so of her friends, were in the gym. It was after the annual 
pep rally held on the Friday night before the big football game against our cross-town rivals. They 
were all just hanging around, talking and laughing. Betty stood up and, taking Jack by the hand,
walked around the corner and into the deserted locker room. They began kissing; she was clearly 
the instigator, Jack having never kissed a girl before. After a couple of minutes of this, Jack had an 
impressive hard on, which Betty clearly was aware of. She took his trembling hand into hers and
placed it on her tit.

"Jack, would you like to feel my tits?"

After a minute of feeling her tits, Jack was clearly on brink of cumming. When she saw this, Betty 
reached down and rubbed her hand along the length of his cock. That was all he needed. With a 
long moan and a sigh, Jack came. Spurt after spurt of cum erupted out of his cock, right into his 
underwear.

When he was finished, Betty stepped back and looked down at his beige chino pants. A large and 
still growing wet spot was quite evident.

"Eeww, you little pervert," she shouted moving away from him laughing. Then all her friends were 
laughing too. They had all snuck in while she had distracted Jack. The whole thing had been 
planned from the beginning.

"You are such a loser. You can forget about going to the Halloween dance next Friday, I wouldn't 
be caught dead with a loser like you. The whole school will know what a loser you are by the end 
of the day on Monday."

Then they all left the locker room howling with laughter, leaving Jack standing there, heartbroken, 
crying.

I awoke in a sweat, trembling with rage. That little whore. It was her that had sent him ' me! ' 
over the edge. I didn't have much time, it was already October 15th; the dance would be held in 
two weeks and the pep rally this coming Friday, so I figured that I'd have to plan on confronting 
her by Thursday the latest. I lay there in bed planning how I was going to stop her from ruining 
Jack's life.

On Thursday, I knew the cheerleaders would be having practice after school. I followed Betty from 
her locker as she walked down the almost deserted hall toward the gym. As the only sophomore on 
the cheerleader squad she would be walking to the gym from a different location in the school than 
the others. I walked right up next to her and spotted a darkened classroom at the end of the hall. As 
we got even with the room, I grabbed her, covering her mouth, and carried her into the classroom 
and closed the door.

"I know what you're planning to do to Jack you little bitch," I whispered into her ear. "He's my 
little brother and I'm very protective of him. I want to know is: why him?"

Still holding her tightly up against my body, I let her speak.

"My girl friends and I were talking one day. I was bragging that I could make a guy cum in his 
pants if I wanted to. He was just coming into the classroom and one of them said I dare you to do it 
to him. It became a game of sorts. We meant no harm."

"No harm!" I squeezed her harder.

"Do you realize how that could affect him? You're going to embarrass him in front of your friends; 
the whole school will know. You will ruin his life; he will become the laughingstock of the entire 
school. He actually thinks you like him."

"Please you're hurting me; I can't breathe."

"I haven't begun to hurt you."

"Please! I'll do anything you ask."

"This is what you're going to do. You are going to call him tonight at 8 and breakup with him. You 
will do it as gently as possible. Tell him an old boy friend, a senior, wants to get back together 
again. Tell him you liked him, but that this guy was really special, and you will still be friendly to 
him in school. I'll be listening on the extension so if you screw up or embarrass him in any way, I'll 
know, and if that happens this pretty little face of yours will not be so pretty anymore. Ever! Do 
you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, get out of my sight!"

That night, after our work out, Jack and I went upstairs to study. At 8:00 the phone rang. Mom 
called upstairs, "Jack, it's for you."

Jack ran downstairs to get the call. About five minutes later, as I stood in the hall, he sulked back 
upstairs, went into his room and shut the door. I could tell he was close to tears. My heart ached for 
him. I left him alone for about ten minutes, then knocked on his door and without waiting for a
response, went in. He was on his bed; it was evident that he had been crying. I sat on the bed next 
to him.

"You want to talk about it."

"Betty broke up with me; she's going back with her old boy friend."

I held him tightly to my chest.

"That's too bad, Jack. I know it hurts right now, but trust me you'll get over it. You're a good-
looking guy. They'll be plenty of others soon. She just wasn't the right one."

I held him as he let it all out. When he finally stopped crying; he looked up at me and smiled.

"Thanks, Anne. You're the best big sister a guy could ever have."

That night as I lay in my bed, I thanked God for letting me help Jack. I would still have to watch 
over him for a while but I felt that the catastrophe was averted; Jack was going to be just fine. I 
wondered just how much had I changed the future; not that I had any great effect on the future the 
first time through; but rather, what and who would Jack now affect in the future. The possibilities 
were endless and thinking about it was giving me a headache. I rolled over and went to sleep.

Chapter 13

Christmas came and went; a happy time in our household for sure, but not a big deal. When school 
resumed in January, however, things began to get interesting. First of all, my schoolwork became a 
little harder. The teachers started going over things that I no longer could remember. I had to work 
a lot harder to maintain my grades. I realized that this was the time that Jack had turned to drugs, 
primarily marijuana, in order to cope with what Betty had done to him. I had stopped studying, and 
barely paid attention in class when I chose to go at all.

My junior prom was three weeks. Since I had no boyfriend, I really had not given it much thought. 
Then, one day when I was at my locker, Todd came up to me.

"Anne, would you like to go to the prom with me," he blurted out?

"Todd, you remember the last time we went to a dance together, how badly it ended? Well nothing 
has changed."

"I promise I'll be on my best behavior. I would like to see you again."

I thought about it for a little while, and then agreed to go.

When I got home that night I told my mom. She got all excited,

"I'll make you a nice gown, I've got a really nice pattern and I already have the material."

I think she was way more excited about it than I was. I went upstairs did my homework and 
studying; then after supper went downstairs and pushed my workout to my limits.

What was I thinking, going to the prom? I still wasn't sure about my own sexuality. My male brain 
was into girls, my body was pushing me toward boys, I was still a virgin' and very confused.

I have to admit that the gown made me really look good. It fit snuggly from my waist down and 
showed off just enough of my chest to insure interest in my boobs, while covering my muscular 
arms. I felt very feminine; sexy. Todd picked me up in his father's big roomy Plymouth. He looked 
very handsome in a suit and tie. At the prom, held in the gym, we danced and had a great time. He
was a perfect gentleman.

After the prom, we drove out to the lake, a make out place for the teens since the days before my 
parents. It might even been the place where I was conceived. I was really nervous and confused. I 
really wanted to do this with Todd, but my mind couldn't get over the fact that I would be kissing a 
guy. I moved closer to him and began to rub his arm while we talked. He tilted his head and began 
to kiss me; my body responded. We kissed for a while, our tongues exploring, our hands rubbing 
and feeling each other.

"Do you want to move to the back seat?"

Without thinking, I said yes. We got out of the car and reentered the rear. There was plenty of 
room to lay down, Todd moving over me. He slipped my gown off my shoulder and exposed my 
right tit. I could feel his cock, hard in his pants, rubbing against my thigh. He took my nipple into 
his mouth and began to lick and suck on it. Suddenly, I felt an orgasm rumble up through my
body, I stiffened and held him tightly to my tit. When I recovered, I realized that things were going 
way too fast for me. I muscled us around until I was on top.

"Todd, I'm still a virgin and intend to stay that way. I know you're excited and I don't want to 
disappoint you. Please let's just leave it with this."

I could see the look of shock and disappointment wash over his face when he heard what I had 
said. He was about to say something when I began to slide my way down his body. I started to 
loosen his belt, unfastened his pants and pulled down his zipper. Reaching into his boxers, I found 
his cock, hot and hard, already oozing precum from the head. I hesitated for a second or two, then, 
I slid his cock as far as I could into my mouth. I began to move my head up and down, circling the 
head with my tongue. I could hear Todd's moans and he began to move his hips off the seat. I 
knew he would be cumming soon. I hadn't given that much thought until now. Should I finish him 
by hand or swallow? 

I never got the chance to decide; Todd, suddenly let out a shout, "Anne, I'm cumming!"

His hips jumped off the seat, just as spurt after spurt of cum exploded from his cock. All I could do 
was swallow. When he was done, I sucked out the last of his cum, and cleaned him; then got out of 
the car, adjusted my gown and got back into the front seat.

"Please take me home now."

Todd straightened himself up and drove me home. In front of my house, he tried to apologize, but I 
wouldn't let him.

"Todd, thank you for a very nice evening. I really did enjoy myself, but I can't see you again. 
You're a nice guy, but I'm just not ready for this. I have too many plans and my life is too 
confusing right now. Please understand, I don't want to hurt you, but this is the way it has to be."

We got out of the car; he walked me to my door, and kissed me good night. Then turned and 
walked away.

I walked into the house, Mom was there waiting at the kitchen table. We had a cup of tea and I told 
her about most of the evening. When I got to the part about the lake, I saw her get concerned. That 
confirmed what I already assumed; that I was conceived right there on prom night.

"Don't worry Mom, all we did was make out," I lied. "I'm strong enough to stop any guy from 
doing what I don't want them to do, and at this point in my life, going all the way is the last thing I 
want to do."

I could see the relief wash over her face. I finished my tea, said good night and went to bed. That 
night I had another dream. Only this time it was about Anne. In the dream, Anne went out with 
Todd all through the last two years of high school. After high school, they got married. Everything 
was fine at the beginning; they both had jobs and made enough money to live on their own. They
planned on a family, but after three years of trying they had no luck. When they finally went to the 
doctor, they found out the problem was with Anne. It was determined that she could not have kids, 
that there was something wrong within her that couldn't be fixed that was preventing his sperm 
from fertilizing her eggs. Anne wanted to adopt kids, but Todd didn't want anything to do with 
kids other than his own. This led to fighting. And drinking. And more fighting. Soon, they were 
separated and then divorced. Anne moved into a trailer park, because it was the only thing she 
could afford on her own. She kept on drinking and soon began to put on weight. She began 
frequenting bars and became a slut, sleeping with any guy that offered to pay for her booze.
When the guys no longer found her attractive, she found herself, alone, fat, and old before her 
time. That was about ten years before I died.

I woke up in a cold sweat. Now I knew what had happened to Anne; why she turned out the way 
she did.

"Thank god I dumped that loser tonight."

Chapter 14

Track was going well. I was winning every event I entered. Colleges were sending scouts to 
observe our meets. I was already getting promises of scholarships if I would attend their university. 
I even had the coach from the previous year's Olympic team come to speak with me about trying 
out for the next games which would be held in Munich. I froze with fear. Munich was the scene of 
the massacre of the Israeli athletes in 1972. I wanted so much to warn him about it, but of course I 
could not. I made a mental note to send an anonymous letter about a week before the games 
warning them about it. That was the best I could do.

The rest of the school year was uneventful. After school ended I went back to work full time. I 
remembered reading that Wal-Mart, which had become the world's largest retailer at the time of 
my death, had started out as a small company around this time and had gone public sometime in 
1970. I had to get as much money together as I could and then watch for the announcement.

I still hadn't been able to convince Jack that I was telling him the truth about being reincarnated. 
Phase two of my plan was quickly approaching; but I would take no joy in being right about this 
one. On September 18, 1970 Jimi Hendrix, one of Jack's favorite guitarists, would die from a drug 
overdose. That night, before he went up to bed I asked him to stop in my room for a minute. When 
he came in I told him to sit on the bed.

"I've got some bad news that you have to know. Jimi Hendrix is going to die from a drug overdose 
tomorrow."

"When did you hear that?" He had not fully comprehended what I had said.

"Did you hear what is said; he's going to die tomorrow."

"You're nuts," he said and stormed out of the room.

Two days later he came into my room, closed the door and said,

"OK, I believe that you can predict the future."

"No, you still don't get it. I'm not predicting the future, I lived in the future. As you. Up until April 
8, 2012, when I died and came back to this time period as Anne."

"Does that mean I'm doing to die in 2012?"
 
"I don't think so; I was sent back here so I could help all of us make better choices in our lives. 
You, Mom and Dad, and I are all in much better shape and a lot healthier than we were in my 
previous life. You were a drop-out, a drug user and I was a fat, washed-up drunken whore. Mom 
and Dad were both dead by that time, I don't even remember how they died or when, but based 
upon how they were eating when I came back I assume they both had heart attacks. I think I have 
changed that part of history for the better."

"Do you remember anything else?"

"I know that a couple of more rock stars will die in the next year or so. The next one will happen in 
about three weeks"

"Can't you do something to stop it?"

"What do you suggest I do, ring their door bell and say, hello, I'm from the future you're going to 
die next week. They would laugh at me then slam the door in my face. Look what it took to 
convince you."

"Why do you remember things like that?"

"Because you are so into rock music. Even in your drug days you still loved music. It had a 
profound effect on you."

"Do you remember anything about sports, who wins the World Series, stuff like that, we could 
make a killing?

"First off, I told you that because you were stoned most of the time, I remember very little from 
this time in history. Toward the end of your life you were more aware and hadn't killed off so 
many brain cells. All I remember is that there are large companies from that time period that are 
dominant in their fields that haven't started, or are just getting started now."

"OK, we'll play the stock market; we could be the richest people in the world."

"We can't do that, it would change history. Who knows what kind of problems we would cause. 
What we have to do is keep a low profile, not stand out. I'm going to invest in the companies I 
remember. I'll make more than enough for us to retire at an early age. I will make our lives easier, 
but we can't draw attention to ourselves. Do you understand? You can't say a word about this;
not even to Mom and Dad. Promise me you'll do this."

"You know I'd do anything for you; yes I'll keep our secret."

I had another restless night. I was second-guessing my decision to include Jack in this. How could 
I be sure that he wouldn't tell anyone? How could I keep us from changing history more than I 
already had? I needed a way to keep us isolated as much as possible from the rest of the world, to 
keep us from affecting other events. 

What if, when the time was right, that Jack and I moved away to some isolated spot to live out the 
remainder of our lives in obscurity? It wouldn't have to be far, maybe just a small farm in the 
country. We would need enough money to live on, maybe after we worked for a couple of years. A 
long-term plan was beginning to form in my brain. I did, however have a few other things to do 
first, before I could start working towards that goal.

My senior year in high school was sort of a letdown. I had thought when I was a sophomore that 
being a senior would be so cool. At this point, I was more or less a loner. I went to class, studied 
hard because I had to, worked when I could, and worked out when I could find the time or needed 
the release. I still hung out with some of the kids from the track team when it wasn't track season, 
but never dated anyone. I was aware of the rumors going around the school that I was a lesbian; 
but none of the girls ever hit on me either. I guess they were too scared to find out if the rumors 
were true. Even Joann and I had drifted apart. Her interests consisted of boys, boys, and more 
boys.

I received several scholarship offers from out of state schools, but I decided to stay close to home 
and signed a letter of intent to go to the University of Nebraska. I wanted to be close to home so 
that I could help out at home and keep an eye on Jack. I also could continue to work and save 
money.

There was one small but memorable incident that occurred during October of that year. I was 
walking down the hall early one morning before school. As I approached the infamous intersection 
of the two main hallways of the school, a small boy came running around the corner, probably a 
sophomore heading to his locker. Before either of us could react, he slammed into me at full speed. 
To him it must have felt like he ran into the wall, because he just bounced off me and crumbled to 
the floor. I looked down at him, I could tell by the dazed expression on his face that he had no clue 
where he was or what had happened to him. I bent down, picked him up under his armpits and 
lifted him high over my head.

"Hey little man, you'd better watch where you're going or someday you're going to hurt someone."

I thought he was going to start crying any second, so I put him back down on the ground. As soon 
as his feet touched the ground he took off like a bat out of hell toward the sophomore building.

October was memorable for another reason. I made the second of my long-term investments. I had 
told my broker to buy $2,500 worth of Wal-Mart when it went public. He called me to let me know 
that he had completed the purchase. The next day I went to the bank and withdrew almost all of 
my money. 

When I dropped off the check he said, "I sure hope you know what you're doing, this is a pretty 
large investment in an unproven company."

"I'm sure that in the long run this company will prove to be a very good investment."

Two down, two more to go.

Chapter 15

One aspect of living my life as a female that I had not counted on was that girls get horny just as 
much as guys do. I had been able to suppress the urges up until now, but the longer I lived in this 
body the more my feminine side was taking over. I really wanted to get laid. I didn't have to worry 
about getting pregnant; the only thing that was holding me back was the thought of being with a 
guy. Even though I had given Todd a blowjob, that thought was still bothering me. The more I 
thought about it the more depressed I got. It seemed that I was destined to be a virgin for the rest of 
my days. 

Then suddenly I had a crazy idea: maybe it wouldn't bother me if it was Jack who took my 
virginity. That would solve two problems at the same time. We both would lose our virginities, and 
I could teach him to be a good lover; he'd improve his self-confidence, and be able to go out and 
get a girl on his own. No, I couldn't allow that to happen; that would make him less likely to want 
to live the rest of his life in isolation with me. What if we became lovers? That would be incest, 
but who would know? We would have to tell Mom and Dad, of course, but that would be 
explained when we told them about me anyway. That's the way it would have to be. We would live 
together as husband and wife; there would be no chance of having kids, so that wasn't going to be a 
problem. The only thing I had to figure out was how to seduce him and when.

The when was determined by our mother's maiden aunt. Shortly before graduation, my mother 
received a letter from her asking if she could come and spend a week or two in July to help her 
recover from surgery that she had scheduled for the beginning of July. Mom, being her only living 
relative felt obligated to go; but was worried about Jack and I being home alone for much of the 
day while Dad worked. I convinced her that I was certainly capable of taking care of the house and 
Dad and Jack for two weeks.

At graduation, I received several awards for my track accomplishments. My scholarship was 
announced. What made me feel best of all was the fact that I had graduated in the top ten percent 
of my class, while holding down a job and participating in track. After the ceremony we went out 
to dinner at a fancy restaurant. It felt good to be the one waited on for a change.

The day Mom was scheduled to leave, Dad took her to the bus depot in town, then went to work. I 
felt a little guilty for having to do this behind their backs, but there was no other way until it was 
time to tell them about me. During the summer, Jack and I would work out in the morning, while 
the basement was still relatively cool. That particular morning I chose clothes that would expose as 
much of my body as possible. I wanted to get him truly turned on before I asked him to make love 
to me.

I started working out early before he came down, so when he entered the room I had my body 
really pumped. I thought he was going to lose it right then and there when he came into the room. 
He just stood there with his mouth open, his hand subconsciously rubbing his growing erection.

"I ' I' forgot something upstairs," he stammered, "I'll be right back."

"No! You stay right there; I have a favor to ask of you."

I knew it was now or never, so I just blurted it out.

"Will you make love to me, Jack? I want you to take my virginity; you're the only one I can trust."

"Anne, are you sure? I have always fantasized about you, about making love to you; I just don't 
know if I can. I'm a virgin, too."

"Jack, I'll teach you everything you need to know. Come on let's go upstairs to my room; I have to 
shower first."

We practically ran upstairs. When we got to my room, I made him sit on my bed, while I stripped 
out of my workout clothes.

"You sit right there, and don't even think about playing with yourself. I'll only be a few minutes."

I stood in front of him, slipped out of my shorts and top, and stood in front of him completely 
naked. I knew I was driving him crazy, especially when I flexed for him just before heading to the 
bathroom.

"Remember what I said: don't you dare touch yourself."

I showered and dried my hair in record time, then put on a sexy nightie that I had found in Mom's 
drawer, knowing that it wouldn't stay on for very long. When I came out of the bathroom, I found 
Jack exactly where I left him. I figured I'd better relieve him or he would make a mess out of 
everything.

"Stand up, Jack."

I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Throwing it on the floor, I told him to take off my 
nightie. His hands were shaking as he pulled it over my head. I took it out of his hand and put it on 
the chair next to my bed. I went to my knees in front of him, grabbed his shorts, and pulled them 
down to his feet, allowing him to step out of them. I looked up into his eyes, then down his body. 

Our workouts had really made a big difference in his body. He was well-muscled ' not huge, but 
certainly a lot better than before. His stomach showed the beginnings of a six-pack and his legs 
were lean and toned. Best of all was his erection. It seemed bigger than I had remembered mine 
being, probably about seven inches in length, and was about two inches in diameter, with a large 
head already showing signs of precum.

"You're beautiful," I said as I took the head into my mouth without hesitation. I looked up into his 
eyes as I began to circle my tongue around it. I could feel my nipples grow and harden and my 
pussy tingle. Jack let out a soft moan as I took more of him into my mouth.

"Anne, you'd better stop, I can't hold out much longer."

I was feeling so sexy and at the same time was enjoying the feel of his cock in my mouth and 
knowing what I was doing to him. Instead of releasing him, I grabbed his ass with both hands and 
began to pump him in and out of my mouth.

"Anne, oh God I'm coming."

I felt his cock swell and begin to pump his load into my mouth and down my throat. When he was 
finished, I sucked what was left in him and then released him. I looked up into his eyes once again 
and smiled. I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed up next to him.

"Anne, that was wonderful; so much better than doing it by myself."

"You haven't felt anything yet. You rest for a couple of minutes, then I want you to make love to 
me."

I lay down on my back next to him, kissing his neck and nibbling on his nipples. I reached down 
and found him ready for round two. I laid back and pulled him over me. His weight was no 
problem for me. He began to lick my nipples, touching and biting, alternating between the two. 
When I couldn't stand the pleasure any longer, I reached between us and guided his cock to the
entrance of my pussy.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said.

"Please, I need it so badly; just do it."

I felt a sharp pinch as he entered me. It wasn't bad at all. Then I had a feeling of fullness as he 
buried his cock into my soaking wet pussy.

"Are you OK?"

"So much better than OK"

With that, he began to do what nature told him to do. He pulled almost completely out than pushed 
slowly back in. This was the most amazing feeling I ever experienced. Soon, I could feel my first 
orgasm with a man overtaking me.

"Jack, that's it keep going, keep going, a little harder. Yes, yes I'm cumming."

I felt my whole body shake, and a warmth spread from my pussy up to my neck. I could feel my 
pussy convulsing around his cock.

"Jack don't stop, that was wonderful; I want more, harder please, I won't break."

I threw my feet over his ass and urged him on. Soon I could feel another more powerful orgasm 
coming on.

"Jack, here I go again. I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

"Me too Anne, Oh my god; yes, yes; ahhhh."

I felt his cock spurting cum into me; I saw stars and then blackness overtook me.

When I came to, I saw Jack looking down at me a worried expression on his face.

"Are you OK? You scared me for a second."

"That was wonderful. It was the greatest feeling I ever experienced. Thank you."

"Anne, I love you so much; I want this to last forever. I don't care if you are my sister. We have to 
figure out a way for us to be together always." 

I smiled and said, "That's exactly how I feel. I love you too. I just didn't realize it until now. We 
will make it work. I was already planning on it. Now knowing how we feel about each other will 
make it that much easier. Let's clean up a bit, and then I have to give you a couple of lessons about 
a woman's body."

"Sounds good to me."

Then he began to laugh. I asked him what was so funny.

"I wonder if this is where the expression comes from," he said as he pulled out of me and headed 
to the bathroom.

"What expression?"

"Go fuck yourself."

He made it to the bathroom and locked the door before I could catch him.

"Wait until you get out of the bathroom; I'll give you go fuck yourself."

Through the door came a laugh and, "I certainly hope so; and often."

When we both had cleaned up, we returned to bed and spent the rest of the day exploring each 
other's bodies. I showed him how to lick my pussy. I have to admit he was a fast learner. I took a 
great amount of pleasure having him lay on his back and riding him until he approached his 
orgasm, then squeezing him with my internal muscles until his urge subsided, only to work him up 
again. He begged me for release, which I finally allowed when I could no longer go on. By the end 
of the day we were both completely sated. We cleaned up just before Dad came home.

Chapter 16

This went on for the entire time that Mom was away. When she returned, she took one look at the 
two of us and knew something was up. I don't know how she knew, but that night after everyone 
else was asleep, she came into my room and shut the door. 

She sat on the edge of the bed. "I know something is going on between you and your brother; I can 
see that you're treating each other differently. I'm afraid to ask what it is, but I have to know."

"Mom, there's only one way to put this; we are in love with each other and want to spend the rest 
of our lives together."

Before she could burst into tears or start yelling at me I tried to explain.

"Mom, before you say anything I have something that I want to tell you; something that you're 
going to find impossible to believe."

"OK, you have my full attention."

"Mom, do you remember the morning when I was in ninth grade and I fainted in the bathroom 
while I was getting ready for school?"

"Yes, I remember; go on."

"The reason I fainted was because up until that morning I was an old man, lying in a hospital bed 
in the year 2012. In fact I wasn't just any old man, I was Jack. We had all screwed up our lives so 
much that at that point, I was dying of heart failure after living a life of drugs; Anne was a drunk, 
living in a trailer park, and you and Dad were already dead. I asked God for another chance to 
make things right and, when I died, I woke up in Anne's body. You can imagine the shock I had 
trying to go to the bathroom and finding out I was a girl. Everything I've done since then has been 
to try to change our lives for the better."

She looked at me with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Let's assume for a moment that all this is true. That still doesn't explain why you and your brother 
are sleeping together."

"I'm getting to that. I soon realized that we were going to change our futures; change history as I 
knew it. I wanted to minimize that as much as possible. My plan is for Jack and I to live out in the 
country as man and wife so that we would have little contact with the outside world."

"What about your father and me? What about kids?"

"I knew that I was going to have to have this discussion with you before he and I moved in 
together. As for kids, I already know that Anne isn't able to have any kids. That was the main 
reason why her marriage broke up."

"This is too much for me to believe. Is there any way for you to prove to me that what you're 
saying is true?"

I thought for a moment, and then came up with a solution.

"What if I told you about something that is going to happen in the future? Would that convince you 
that I'm telling the truth?"

"That depends on what it is?"

"Unfortunately, the only interest that Jack had after he turned to drugs and dropped out of school 
was rock and roll. The next historical event that I can remember from that period is the death of 
another rock star. Would that convince you? You know the musical group named The Doors? The 
lead singer, Jim Morrison, is going to die on July 3 1971 in Paris from what will be reported as a 
heroin overdose, but no autopsy will ever be done so it will never be confirmed."

"That's awful; but yes that would convince me. I want you to write it down, put it in an envelope, 
seal it and give it to me. I'll keep it safe until then. In the meanwhile, I want you to promise me that 
you and your brother will stop this affair until then. If what you say comes to pass, then we'll
reexamine your situation. Is that fair enough for you?"

"It'll be really hard, especially on Jack, but I'll explain it to him."

"I don't want you to say anything to your father; I think we'll all have to explain it to him when and 
if the time comes. How am I ever going to sleep tonight?"

I explained everything to Jack, and although he wasn't happy about putting his newly acquired sex 
life on hold, he agreed to abide by Mom's conditions. 

Chapter 17

I worked all summer in anticipation of my next stock purchase, though it wasn't going to occur for 
another eleven years. I would have plenty of time to amass the funds necessary to insure that we all 
would never have to worry about our futures. In 1981, a company called The Home Depot would 
go public and would drive all of the competition out of the Do-It-Yourself home improvement 
business. It would also affect lumberyards and hardware stores as well. The reason why I knew so 
much about it was that I had read an article on line just before I went into the hospital. I had been 
playing the "if only I had" game, and found out that if I had invested $5,000 in Home Depot at the 
time of its IPO, because of all the stock splits that investment would be worth almost eight million 
dollars in 2011. I planned on making an even larger investment than that if I could.

In September, I started college and Jack started his senior year in high school. College work was a 
lot tougher than high school. Not only was I treading on what was for me virgin territory, there 
was also the fact that no one was looking over your shoulder telling you to go to class or asking if
your homework was done. The fact that I had been a good student and had developed good study 
habits made it a lot easier. I had decided that I was going to learn everything I could about business 
and finance, so that would be my declared major when the time came. In the meantime, I took my 
required courses and took business courses as my electives. I also had to continue my physical 
conditioning, because my scholarship was dependant on my making the track team.

At this point in my life I had stopped growing. I was five feet eleven inches tall, and because of the 
muscle I had been able to build, I weighed one hundred and eighty pounds. I had pushed my 
personal limit on the bench press to a very respectable two hundred and twenty five pounds. 
However, I found myself competing with women who were bigger than me and at least as strong, 
so I had to sharpen my skills even more in order to compete with them.

I bought myself a used VW Beetle to drive back and forth to school. On days when I could, I drove 
Jack to school. The car really came in handy when I started having track meets. One of our meets 
was at home on a Saturday morning. Jack wanted to come watch me; so we drove up together. We 
won the meet and I placed second in the shot and won the javelin. On the ride back home I pulled 
behind an empty store building. I got out of the car and walked around to Jack's door.

"Why are we stopping here?"

"Because I know we both need this."

I pulled him out of the car, pulled down his shorts, and propped him up on the roof of the car. His 
cock was rock hard as I took it into my mouth. I took his entire length, my lips touching the base. I 
began massaging the head with the back of my throat as if I was trying to swallow him whole.

"Oh God, Sis, that feels wonderful. Where'd you learn to do that?"

I backed off a little, licked around the head, and then when I felt his balls begin to tighten I took 
him all the way in.

"Anne, I'm cumming."

I felt his cock pulsate and his cum spurt down my throat. I held him that way until I knew he was 
finished. With one last long suck I cleaned him up and looked up at him.

"Now that's what I call the breakfast of champions."

He jumped down off the car, turned me around, leaned me up against the car, and then pulled 
down my shorts and panties. He hadn't forgotten any of the lessons that I had taught him. He licked 
my pussy, paying particular attention to my clit. I grabbed the back of his head as he took my clit 
in between his lips and whipped it with his tongue.

"Yes, yes. Oh my God, that's it, that's it' yes!

My whole body went stiff, as I felt the rush of my climax from my toes to the top of my head. 
When I finally let go of his head, he sat back and looked up at me. I had to laugh; most of his face 
was wet with my fluids. He looked like he had just washed his face. I picked him up and kissed 
and licked up my juices, then reach into my gym bag and took out my competition towel and 
wiped his face dry. We got back into the car and headed for home.

"I know we promised Mom that we would fool around until she was convinced, but I just couldn't 
stand it anymore. Besides, you can't get pregnant from oral sex. Just don't tell Mom."

Before I knew it the school year was over. I had done well athletically and, more important, 
scholastically as well. I had maintained a solid 3.2 average and as a freshman I had won more than 
half of the events I had competed in.

I went back to my waitressing job full time. I was becoming somewhat of a celebrity in our small 
town. I was appreciative of the praise I was receiving, but convinced me that the only way Jack 
and I could live in obscurity was for us to move to the country. My tips were better than ever, but 
there was no sense of urgency; my next investment was ten years away.

On the morning of July 3, Jack and I were downstairs in the middle of our workout, when I looked 
up and saw Mom standing in the doorway. Her face appeared ashen and she had a stunned look. 
She held an opened envelope in her hand.

"I just heard it on the radio; they found Jim Morrison dead of an apparent overdose. How did you 
know?"

"Mom, sit down. I told you, I've lived this life before as Jack. Now do you believe me?"

She looked at me, then at Jack, and then back to me.

"At this point I have too; there's no other explanation for it. Everything you said about your life as 
Jack, was it true? Was I that bad of a parent, a wife, that I screwed up so badly, that we all turned 
out so badly?"

"Mom, don't. You did the best that you could. You couldn't have helped Jack or Anne; they were 
old enough to make their own decisions. As for you and Dad, you were victims of your ages, lack 
of knowledge and the times that you were' are living in."

I held her tightly as she cried to herself.

"Mom, with a little bit of help, you've been able to turn your health completely around ' and Dad's, 
too. You've rekindled the love and the passion that you had for each other as teenagers. I've been 
able to stop Jack from turning to drugs, and I've prevented Anne from getting involved in a 
doomed relationship. The only concern I still have is that Daddy works entirely too much and 
worries too much about finances. In a few more years, Jack and I will be able to help with the 
finances."

"What do you mean, Jack' Anne?"

"Please Mom, call me Anne, it makes things a lot easier. Besides, there already is a Jack in the 
family. Jack and I have already discussed this; we want to live together as man and wife. Because I 
still think as Jack, I have a real problem being with other guys. We love each other and are 
attracted to each other. Since I can't have any kids, there's no medical problem with our incestuous 
relationship. The only problems would come from those in the outside world that might learn the 
truth and from you and Dad. What we want to do is, at sometime in the future buy a small farm out 
in the country and live a quiet, peaceful and secluded life."

"What would you do for money?"

"Mom, our early retirement would be financed by my stock purchases. If I can work for a few 
years, save my money and then buy and hold the stocks I invest in, we will be multi-millionaires 
by the time I'm fifty. Even if I have to sell off some stock along the way to finance our simple 
lifestyle, we will have more money than we could ever spend. The real reason for living in 
seclusion, however is that I can't chance changing the future any more than I already have. There is 
no telling who we could meet and influence and how that could affect the future. It has to be that 
way. We just have one more problem. How do we tell Dad and will he believe us?"

"You leave your father to me. I'll explain it to him. If I need help convincing him do you have 
anything else in that head of yours that could absolutely convince him?"

I thought for a minute; then said,

"Yes; sadly, I do. It will happen a year from now at the Munich Olympic Games. I wouldn't say 
anything more now; but if the time comes that he needs convincing, I can do the same thing I did 
with you."

Chapter 18

Mom must have had a talk with Dad a couple of weeks later, because I would catch him staring at 
me when he didn't think I was looking. I guess he was trying to decide whether I was his son from 
the future or if I was just plain crazy. Finally, when we were alone in the living room one evening, 
he asked me,

"Is it true? Are you really Jack returned from the future?"

"Yes Dad, It's true."

He sat, pondering his next question.

"What's going to happen next year in Munich?"

"Israeli athletes will be taken hostage in their quarters. Ultimately, I believe that thirteen of them, 
along with six terrorists, will be killed during a rescue attempt. I'm not totally sure of the exact 
number, but that's what I remember."

"What else do you remember?"

"Mostly stuff that pertains to rock and roll because that's what Jack was into. As he grew old, he 
spent more time reading about stocks that he wished he had invested in, so I remember some of 
those as well. Mom told you about the drugs; they really did a job on my memory. I've already 
started investing in the stocks I can remember. I've got ten years more until the next one comes 
along, but when it does it will be the best one because of all the stock splits. The company is going 
to be called The Home Depot. It's going to drive most of the companies that are now in the do-it- 
yourself home improvement industry out of business; that includes a lot of mom-and-pop hardware 
stores like yours."

"When will that happen?"

"I don't know. The company will be based in Atlanta; it could take ten years before they open a 
store in our area."

"Good, by that time I will be close to retirement. Mom also told me about your relationship with 
Jack. I don't know if I approve of that."

"Dad, I have a real problem relating to other guys in a sexual way, in my mind it's homosexuality, 
and with girls it would be the same thing. With Jack, it's just different; I can't explain it, other than 
I am totally comfortable with him. Please understand that he is my only alternative to complete 
celibacy."

"I hadn't thought about it like that. I can accept it as long as Jack is agreeable."

"Dad, I know it's hard for you to understand, but we truly love each other and want to spend the 
rest of our lives together. We promise to be discreet about it. To the outside world, we will be just 
brother and sister living together. We also promise not to be overly affectionate around the house. I 
would like us to live as a married couple under your roof, if that's OK with you and Mom."

"Let me think about that and talk to your mother before giving you an answer."

"Thanks, Dad."

I gave him a kiss on the cheek and a big hug and got up to leave the room.

"Whew," he said, "with you being so strong, it really is like having my son and daughter rolled into 
one."

A couple of days later, over breakfast, Mom, Jack and I had a frank discussion about Jack and I 
living together.

"Your father and I had a talk last night. At first he was reluctant to allow you to sleep together. He 
thought you were too young. When I pointed out to him that you, Anne, are a mature woman and 
that Jack, you are about the same age as your father was when we started sleeping together, his 
resolve started to weaken. It took a little more' shall we say physical persuasion, but he finally 
agreed. 

"There will be some rules. First of all, you will maintain separate bedrooms for appearance sake, in 
case anyone visits the house. You will be dressed appropriately at all times when you are in the 
family part of the house. You will keep the noise to a minimum, so that you don't embarrass
us older folks, who can't participate in the sexual Olympics like you younger people. With those 
rules, you have our permission to live as man and wife."

With shouts of joy, we both jumped up and kissed each other, then kissed and hugged Mom.

"OK, enough, both of you; off to school," she said laughing.

Classes seemed to drag that day. All I could think about was getting home and making love to my 
"husband" in "our" bed. Things didn't go quite as I planned they would. Jack and I went down 
stairs after dinner for our usual workout. About half way through, while Jack was doing his bench 
presses and he wasn't paying attention, I dropped my shorts and pulled off my shirt. I straddled the
bench and pulled down his shorts before he knew what was happening. I watched as his cock filled 
with blood, twitching with each beat of his heart. When it was fully erect, I guided it into my pussy 
and took him to the hilt. I started doing somewhat abbreviated versions of squats, his cock sliding 
in and out of my already sopping wet pussy.

"Oh god, Anne, that's so good."

I continued until I could tell that he was really close to cumming, then flexed my arms and chest to 
their maximum.

"Cum for your muscle goddess," was all I had to say.

With a low moan, he erupted. I could feel his cock spurting within me, which in turn, sent me over 
the edge.

"Aaaahhh, so good," I hissed as my pussy milked out the last of his cum.

We opened the window, cleaned up, and dressed before we went back upstairs. Mom just smiled at 
me as she turned to finish putting away the dishes. 'How did she always know?' I thought to myself 
as we headed upstairs to do our homework. 

I finished my reading before Jack and walked into his room. I sat on the bed and watched as he 
finished his calculus assignment; marveling at how much different he was now from what he was 
before. Just then, a thought popped into my head. I walked over to the nightstand, pulled out a pile 
of comic books from the bottom drawer and lifted the false bottom that he had installed. I reached 
in and pulled out a couple of magazines as Jack started to get up from his desk in order to stop me.

"How did you know about'" then he stopped in midsentence. "I guess it's going to take me awhile 
longer to get used to the fact that you were me at one time."

I laughed, then turned the magazines over. The top one was the obligatory Playboy, but the other 
one surprised me; there staring me in the face was a female bodybuilder. As I flipped through the 
pages I saw that magazine was filled of females in skimpy bathing suits, all extremely fit, most 
with impressive muscle development. On more than a couple of the pages, there were signs of cum 
spots.

I laughed, then looked up at Jack and said,

"I guess you won't be needed these anymore."

I thought to myself, 'Another example of how I've already changed history. As Jack, I never 
bought any magazines other than Playboy, and certainly never had a muscle fetish growing up.'

"I guess we are going to have to make the decision as to which room we want to be "ours". I say 
we use this one; it has a better view of the yard and stays darker in the morning because the 
window faces north. Also, since you almost never make your bed, it will take less time for us to 
get in it, and we won't have to explain to anyone why its messed up in the middle of the day. 
Finally, the other room will stay neat and pretty like a lady's room should." 

With that I grabbed him, threw him on the bed, and started kissing and fondling him. Before long 
we were both naked and enjoying the feel of each other's body. Our lovemaking that night was 
gentle but passionate. Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up and watched Jack as he 
slept. After a couple of minutes, I began to get horny. I gently lifted the covers and took his flaccid 
penis into my mouth. As I swirled my tongue around the head it began to expand. Soon, I could 
feel the slight movements of his hips. I looked up expecting him to be awake, but realized that he 
was still asleep. With a mischievous grin, I continue my blow job until I felt him stiffen and cum in
my mouth. I had a small orgasm as well, just knowing that he was still asleep, no doubt in the 
middle of a very erotic dream. I returned to my place in bed and held him tightly.

In the morning, while we were both trying to get ready for school, Jack came up behind me and 
whispered in my ear as he fondled my tits, "I had the most erotic dream last night."

I laughed and said as I broke out of his grasp and headed downstairs,

"That was no dream, brother dear. You owe me one."

Chapter 19

Before we knew it, Jack was graduating high school. He had also finished in the top ten percent of 
his class and had no trouble getting into the University of Nebraska. He even got a partial 
scholarship, so his tuition would not be a huge burden on the family. During the summer, we both 
worked at the same restaurant. Once we got a little money together, we bought simple wedding
bands and ' in an early morning ceremony, just the two of us ' we exchanged rings, vowing our 
eternal love to each other.

The next few years seemed to go by so quickly. Our days were filled with schoolwork, sports and 
fraternity activities, or work. I graduated with honors and got a job in the finance department of the 
state bank. A year later, Jack graduated with high honors, with a major in accounting. He got a
job with a large local CPA firm. We were both making decent money; but more importantly, we 
were preparing ourselves for the future, when we would use our acquired skills to pave the way for 
our early retirement.

We started looking in the real estate papers for a place out in the country with lots of land, and not 
many neighbors. It was Dad that actually found the advertisement. It was an estate sale. It seemed 
that an elderly couple had recently died just months apart. Their only child had moved away long 
before and lived in New Jersey. He was anxious to sell the place as-is, and was willing to hold a 
mortgage in order to avoid problems with the banks. We all met with the real estate agent and 
visited the property. The house was large, way more than enough for Jack and me, and although it 
was located near a major highway for trips back to our hometown, it was isolated from the 
neighbors. The property was just perfect for what we wanted. The only question was the down 
payment. The seller wanted half of the selling price in order to hold the mortgage. I looked at Jack, 
heartbroken; we could never come up with that kind of money. I was about ready to thank the 
agent for her time, when I noticed Mom and Dad having their own discussion. They seemed to 
come to a decision, then asked Jack and I to step outside for a family discussion. We excused 
ourselves and went outside.

"How would guys feel if we continued to live all together?" Mom asked. "There is much more 
room in this house than in ours, and the way it's laid out is perfect for setting up separate living 
quarters. You and Jack can have the bulk of the house, your father and I can have the wing on the 
side. All we need is a living room, a bedroom and bathroom. We could share the kitchen and have 
our meals together, just like we do now. You'd have all the privacy that you need. You could even 
set up a full gym in the barn if you wanted to."

I looked over at Jack; he was already nodding his head in approval.

"Mom, Dad, are you sure you want to sell your parents' house?"

"Yes, we're sure; besides I'm sure that Mom and Dad would approve. They always said that they 
would do anything for you kids."

We went back into the house and explained the situation to the agent. When we told her the 
address of our house, she smiled and said that she would have little trouble selling a house in that 
part of town and that she was sure she could convince the seller to wait for us to sell our house. 
She was a happy camper, because she would be making two commissions. We were extremely 
happy because we were getting exactly what we wanted and were still able to keep the family 
together.

It took less than sixty days to close on both properties. We used most of the proceeds from the sale 
as the down payment on our new house. We kept twenty-five percent to pay for the needed 
renovations and sprucing up of the place. We had the movers put most of our belongings in the 
barn so we could work on the house. After a long hot summer of work, we finally were able to 
move in. Jack and I moved the heavy pieces, while Mom and Dad moved the personal items and 
the clothing. 

When we had everything just the way we wanted it, Mom announced: "I think it's time that we 
christened this house properly. So if you'll excuse us, your father and I wish to retire for the rest of 
the evening." She smiled at both of us. "See you in the morning."

She took him by the hand and led him towards their bedroom. Nobody could say that Mom and 
Dad raised two dummies. I grabbed Jack's hand and led him upstairs to our bedroom.

It was one hell of an evening. During a lull in the action, I could swear I heard my Mom's screams 
of passion from clear across the house and through two closed doors. That set us off again; Jack on 
his back while I straddled his face in a classic sixty-nine. I came so hard that I thought I was going 
to either drown him or suffocate him as I ground my pussy all over his face.

The next morning, everyone came to breakfast walking a little slower than usual, but with big 
smiles on all our faces.

Chapter 20

Jack and I were doing well at our jobs and my investments in McDonalds and Wal-Mart were 
increasing in value every year. So much so that at dinner one evening, I asked Dad what he 
thought about retiring early.

"How early?" he asked.

"How about by the end of the year?" I responded. "You're going to be fifty-three years old, you've 
worked hard all you life and you've always had to worry about making ends meet. Jack and I make 
more than enough money to keep the roof over our heads, food in our mouths, put away money for 
retirement, with a little left over for extras.

"Jack and I have each set up a self-directed individual retirement account with our broker. This 
year I want you to do the same. I have over ten thousand in my account; Jack has a little over eight 
in his. If you set one up now, you can still make a $2,000 deposit for last year and a $2,000 deposit 
for this year. With interest rates being what they are, you will have close to $5,000 available to 
invest in the stock I told you about. That investment will grow substantially for at least ten years. 
By that time, your account should be worth about five million dollars. You and Mom can start 
traveling, see the world, go on vacations; you won't have to worry about money ever again."

I looked at my father, he was staring at me as if I had six heads; he just could not comprehend 
what I was saying. Mom was sitting there with a small smile on her face seemingly enjoying the 
consternation her husband was feeling.

"Dad, please don't worry about it, Jack and I will take good care of you both. As long as you and 
Mom remain healthy, you will be able to do all the things you ever dreamed of doing. "

"I can't just stop working, what will I do?"

"Well, when you guys aren't traveling, you can do things around here. You can be our handy man. 
You can do as much or as little as you want. The only stipulation will be that you can't draw 
attention to yourself or to us."

"If what you're saying is true, then you and Jack will have... "

"More money than we can ever spend. That's also why, at some point in the future, we will be 
setting up a charitable foundation, anonymously of course, which will support worthwhile causes 
and provide scholarships to families that can't afford to send their kids to college."

We had a group hug, then Mom and Dad went outside for a walk around the property and some 
fresh air to clear their heads. Jack and I sat down and over a glass of wine and discussed what our 
future would be like. I don't believe he had ever fully understood just how rich we were going to 
be. We more or less decided that we would be able to retire by the age of thirty-five. We would
work for our foundation, which would take up the time that was left when we weren't vacationing 
or tinkering around the house or doing volunteer work.

Chapter 21

At the beginning of September, I read in the Wall Street Journal that Home Depot would be going 
public on September 23. I called our broker and gave him instructions for four different accounts. I 
placed buy orders for the Home Depot stock; on my personal account I put in an order for $10,000, 
my IRA account $15,000, Jack's IRA account $13,000 and Dad's IRA account for $5,000.

Once again he warned me about putting so much money into a single stock. I told him not to 
worry, that I had done my homework on the company and felt that in the long run it was a sound 
investment. I certainly made his day. I'm sure he took a position in it himself after seeing what my 
other stocks had been doing.

Although he would call me from time to time recommending other stocks, I didn't make any other 
purchases. I was already planning my final purchase, which would be in about four more years. 
Based upon what I could remember about when personal computers became popular, I figured that 
I would start looking up a company called Microsoft sometime around the beginning of 1986.

We had done what Mom had suggested when we first bought our house; we built a fully equipped 
gym in the back half of the barn. We put two sets of free weights, several circuit-training 
machines, two treadmills and a heavy bag. The heavy bag was used mostly by me to help relieve 
stress. I also liked it a lot better than running on a treadmill. Working the heavy bag takes a lot 
more energy than the same amount of running and helps with upper body muscle tone.

One evening Jack and I were out in the barn; Mom knew to stay out and to keep Dad out as well 
whenever we both were there. I'd had a particularly rough day at work, so after warming up with 
some light free weights, I moved to the heavy bag. I pounded that bag for almost a half an hour. 
When I finally stopped; I was exhausted. I stood there my hands on my knees, bent at the
waist, sweat dripping down off my face. When I was breathing normally again I straightened up 
saw Jack standing off to the side of the weight bench, staring at me, his erection plainly evident 
under his shorts.

"That was the most awesome and sexually exciting thing I've ever witnessed."

I smiled and sauntered over to him, pulling off my gloves. The closer I got the hornier I became. 
I stood in front of him, pulled off his shirt and wiped my face with it. Grabbing the back of his 
head, I pulled him to me and kissed him hard, my tongue invading his mouth. He had his hands 
full of my ass as we broke our kiss. I pulled back, tore off my shirt and pulled off my shorts. 
Naked, except for my sneakers, I forced him back to the bench, pinned his shoulders down, and 
began rubbing my pussy over his shorts-covered cock. I was hornier than I ever remembered 
being. I pushed his shorts down just enough to free his erection and impaled my dripping pussy. 
His hands grabbed my tits, his fingers twisting and pulling my extended nipples. My orgasm hit 
fast and hard; I stiffened, and moaned, then resumed my onslaught on his overmatched cock.

"I'm getting close."

"Not yet, I want more," I hissed, stopping my movements and clenching my muscles.

When his crisis appeared to pass I started again, riding him hard, pounding my body into his. I 
looked down into his eyes and could tell that he was about to explode. His hips were lifting off the 
bench, trying to stuff as much of his cock into me as he could. My mouth opened in a silent 
scream, as his cum shot into my pulsating pussy. My body shook and I collapsed forward, 
grabbing the weight bar to keep me from falling off the narrow bench. We stayed that way for a 
minute or two, Jack looking up at me, his hands caressing my body, my pussy milking the last of 
his cum as his lost his erection.

"I don't know if I've felt anything more intense than that. We should do this more often," I sighed.

"I'm not sure I could survive."

We both laughed and kissed tenderly. We gathered our clothes, dressed as best we could, and 
headed back to the house. Fortunately, Mom and Dad were not around as we made our way 
upstairs to shower.

When I came back down to make myself a cup of tea, Mom was already in the kitchen sipping on a 
cup.

"The water's still hot, make yourself a cup. Did you have a good workout?" she said with that 
knowing smile on her face.

How did she always know?

As I sat down with my tea, she smiled and said, "Me, too."

There was no need for words, we just sat there and enjoyed each other's company, and our tea.

Epilog

The date was April 8, 2012, a black Mercedes pulled into the parking lot of General Hospital. 
When it parked, the driver and her three passengers got out of the vehicle. The driver, a tall, well 
built woman, bowed her head and stood silently for several minutes, while the others each put a 
hand on her shoulder. As they were getting back into the car, the she spotted a temporary sign, 
depicting a large thermometer, half filled with red paint. It signified efforts of the hospital's 
building fund drive. She smiled, knowing that shortly, the sign would be taken down and the 
construction of a new hospital wing would begin. No one could explain why they had received it 
and no one knew from whom it came. All they knew was that a bank check for three million
dollars had arrived, with a short letter from a charitable foundation in New Jersey. The note 
consisted of one sentence:

"Thank you for all that you did for me."

We stopped for dinner at the family restaurant where Jack and I used to work. We didn't eat out 
often, but when we did we usually ended up here. As we waited for our food, I reflected on our 
lives and what we had accomplished. Soon after I had arranged for the purchases of our Microsoft 
stock, Jack and I joined my Dad in retirement. Because of our modest life-style, we could live
easily on the dividends from my first stock purchases. We became involved with various civic and 
charitable organizations, donating our time and some money to their causes. We were always 
careful to stay under the radar. In 2006, we formed our charitable foundation, donating almost all 
of the stock that I had purchased personally to fund the organization. At the same time we 
converted all of our stock held in our retirement accounts to long term bonds and other fixed 
income securities. In 2012, we began drawing down from Dad's IRA for living expenses, which 
would give us more than enough money to live on.

Our food arrived and we had a wonderful meal. When the bill came, I ' as the unofficial treasurer 
of the family ' paid, leaving a very substantial tip. After all, I knew first hand how hard they 
worked for their money.

It was getting dark, as we neared the house. I glanced in the review mirror; Mom and Dad were 
holding hands. Jack sat next to me, his hand rubbing my thigh from my knee to just shy of my 
pussy. As I pulled in the driveway, I had a tough decision to make, should Jack and I workout, or 
should we just go upstairs and call it a night. I dropped the three of them off by the back door, then 
pulled the car into the barn.

"Jack, I called out, as I entered the kitchen, how about we go out to the barn and work off that 
great meal?"

Mom just smiled. "I'll make tea later."

THE END

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