Copyright © 1998,   (Wayne Oliver).  ALL Rights Reserved
The following story is being published anonymously for the author (Wayne Oliver) 
by Mr Double (mrdouble@mrdouble.com).  


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Subject: REPOSTS  (I am not the author); - 14AGAIN1.TXT [01/01]
From: Art_Fish@hotmail.com (Dr. Fish)
Date: Wed, Jan 7, 1998 
Subject: Wayne Oliver:  "14 Again" Ch. 1 (m/f, teen, inc, con)
From: AnonX  (Wayne Oliver)
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FOURTEEN AGAIN

CHAPTER 1 -- AWAKENING

        To this day, I still can't understand how it happened, or why.  
All I know is, it did happen.
        It's like this.  I'm nearly 40, and, several years ago,  I 
worked as an engineer for a major computer component giant.  My job was 
interesting and challenging, the work environment pleasant, and, 
generally speaking, despite a divorce or two, my personal life was back 
in a manageable state.  It all changed overnight.  
        I went to bed one winter evening, snuggling under my full-size 
flannel sheets, my one-bedroom 2nd story apartment slightly cold and 
cozy.  I seem to remember thinking of a test pattern that I needed to 
run the next morning at work as I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
        I was awakened by a knock on my bedroom door.  It took only a 
bare moment of consciousness for me to become aware of the 
incongrousness of that knock.  I was the only one in my apartment so 
there could be no one to knock, and, besides, I always slept with the 
bedroom door open.  If someone was knocking on my bedroom door, that 
meant they were in my apartment!  I grasped the sheet to leap out of 
bed, my hands slipping slightly on the cotton fabric, and I froze.  
These were not the sheets I went to sleep in!
        Another knock.  Followed by a voice:  "Wayne, it's time to get 
up!"
        Thinking back on it, I wish I could have seen my face when I 
heard that voice.  I'm sure I was quite shocked.  It was my mother's 
voice.  I guess it would be shock enough for a guy's mother to suddenly 
show up in his apartment and start pounding on his door, but when the 
guy's mother has been dead for several years ... let's say surprise 
isn't word enough for what I felt.
        I managed a croaking "Okay, sure," reply and heard her walk away 
from the door.  I sat on the bed for a moment and finally stood up and 
was immediately struck by the energy and litheness I felt in my body.  
Looking down, I was stunned to see an incredibly lean, flat stomach 
leading down to a bulging pair of jockey shorts.  No spare tire gut, no 
bandy legs, but a strong pair of young legs.  I reach to my chin and 
found it smooth, no trace of the beard I'd cultivated for the past few 
years.  I would have began to wonder what could have happened had I not 
then noticed my bedroom.  It WAS my bedroom, yet it wasn't.  It wasn't 
the one I'd gone to sleep in last night, but it was my bedroom at my 
folks' house, where I'd grown up.  In which I hadn't slept since just 
before going off to college.  Almost twenty-five years ago!
        A black and white TV in one corner of the room.  Next to it a 
large green plastic box in the shape of a gym locker that I knew held a 
full set of baseball cards.  Next to it, a Lloyds' record player with a 
large 45 adapter standing on its tree, loaded with 45s.
        Jesus, I thought.  If I didn't know better....
        My train of thought was severed by my door flashing open behind 
me.  I whirled around and found my sister standing in the doorway.  "Hey 
come on, we're going to be ..." Cindy was saying, but she trailed off as 
I faced her.  "Ooops, sorry," she said, her eyes dropping from my face.  
It took a moment for me to register what it was she was looking at.  I 
had a very firm erection making a tent out of my shorts.  I'm not sure 
if it was seeing my in my shorts or seeing the bulge in my shorts that 
made Cindy blush, but her face was growing redder by the minute.  "I was 
just going to tell you that we're leaving in like five minutes," she 
said in a much softer voice.  I noticed that she made a great effort to 
pull her eyes up and reestablish eye contact with me.  
        Cindy is two years older than I am and had always been a knock 
out, and she was standing in my doorway, holding my door open with one 
outstretched arm which made her breasts push against her halter top in a 
most appealing way.  Her long legs disappeared into an incredibly tight, 
short pair of shorts, the kind we called "hot pants" when I was in high 
school.  And she looked just like she did when she was in high school.  
        "So you should get dressed," she finished, closing the door as 
she left.  I did notice, though, that she took in one final glance 
downward before did.
        She's like she was in high school, I thought.  Probably junior 
or senior year.  Which means that I must be in high school, too, either 
a freshman or sophomore.  Jesus, I'd gone back in time!
        I managed to get dressed, slipping into a loose size 28,32 pair 
of jeans (where did those extra ten inches I'd picked up over the years 
come from? I thought) and stepped into the living room as the others 
were getting ready to leave.  My parents looked exasperatedly at me 
while Cindy looked kind of, well, distracted.  I didn't even get a 
chance to tell Mom how good it was to see her (I decided it wouldn't 
sound right) or anything before we were out the door, piling into our 
'68 Falcon station wagon that my dad had scrapped sometime in the late 
70's when the engine gave out once too often.  I rode in the back seat 
with Cindy, barely able to keep my eyes off her legs and the distracting 
shapes of her breasts and I desperately tried to think of a way to find 
out what the date was, anything that would give me a clue.  I had my own 
room, which meant my brother, Robert, with whom I had shared, had 
already joined the Army.  So that put it after 1971.  I was still home, 
so it was before August of 1976 when I went to college.  I was somewhere 
between 14 and 18!  An electric thrill went through me, as I realized 
what this all meant.
        I finally decided to be direct.  "Where are we going?" I 
whispered to her.
        "June and Roy's," Cindy replied.  "For the World Series."  
        June and Roy, my aunt and uncle.  Okay, now we're making some 
sense.  I dimly remembered watching the World Series on their color 
television one year.  We only had black and white and Dad had wanted to 
watch the game in color for once.  If I remembered right, that would 
have been the year of the Miracle.  When the Mets won the Series from 
the Orioles.  The Miracle Mets.  That meant it was '72 and I was 
fourteen again!
* * *
        When I was a teenager, I had been awfully curious sexually.  I 
remembered furtive games of show me with my cousins, June and Roy's 
kids.  They had three kids, Ann, who was my age, and the twins, Sarah 
and Mike, two years younger.  And that afternoon, while Cindy tried to 
be as adult as my folks and aunt and uncle would let a sixteen year old, 
my three cousins and I found our way upstairs in their house to Ann's 
bedroom.  
        "Okay, here's the rules," Ann was saying as she shuffled cards 
while we sat around her on the floor.  I was listening, trying not to 
obviously stare at her brief top which stretched over a pair of 
invitingly blossoming breasts.  "Winner and loser go into the closet and 
the loser has to show the winner.  Okay?"  When we played strip poker, 
it wasn't the usual slow one piece at a time.  The two or three 
occasions we played it, we played it fast so as not to ever risk being 
caught by adults in some stage of undress, so we took it into the closet 
and did quick pull downs of pants and underwear.  I distinctly remember 
never seeing breasts.  I glanced over at Sarah and noticed that she was 
sporting a developing chest as well.  Things were going to be different 
this time.
        The first hand dealt out was perfect luck.  I had a three of a 
kind to open with.  In no time I had won and Ann had lost.  I noticed, 
though, that after I took no cards, Ann had taken four.  Had she thrown 
something away? I wondered.
        Sarah and Mike laughed immaturely as Ann and I got up off the 
floor.  Ann handed me the flashlight.  "You guys count to thirty," she 
said to Sarah and Mike.  "One-Mississippi, okay?"  
        We stepped into the dark closet.  I hadn't remembered it being 
this big, but it was quite roomy.  Clothes pushed out of the way on both 
sides, room enough to stand in the middle.  Ann had prepared for this.  
I turned the flashlight up her direction, shining it onto her face.  She 
was smiling nervously.  "Are you ready?" she whispered.
        I could already hear "Three Mississippi" coming through the 
door.  "Yes, go ahead," I said.  I aimed the flashlight down her body, 
noticing the round bump of her breast as I passed it by.  The beam 
picked out her fingers slipping into the elastic waistband of her shorts 
and she skinned them down her legs as I knelt.  She wore white cotton 
panties and I could make out the puffiness at her crotch that showed 
where her pubic hair was.  "The panties too," I whispered breathlessly 
and I heard her sigh and saw her finger tips pull the elastic of her 
panties away from her tummy and down, revealing a small tuft of light 
blonde pubic hair.  I squinted as she parted her thighs slightly to 
allow her underwear to slide down and I could just make the top fold of 
her slit.  She stopped the panties just above her knees.  
        "There you go," she said.  "What do you think?"
        What did I think?  God, it was beautiful, that's what I thought. 
 Her skin around her hips was practically alabaster compared to the tan 
line just below her belly button and more than half way up her thighs and 
the sight was making my heart beat fast and I could feel a very cramped 
erection bursting in my pants.  "It's wonderful," I whispered.  "Can you 
open your legs so I can see it?"  I had never had the nerve to ask this 
the first time I had been fourteen and we had done this.  All I had seen 
then was her pubic hair.  Of course, then, that had been a wonder to 
behold and had been more than sufficient and exciting.  But this time I 
wanted to see her, to touch her!
        It was already twenty-three Mississippi, but she said, "Sure," 
and her knees parted and she even thrust her hips out slightly to help 
out.  As I looked up at her pussy I could see her face in the beam of 
the flashlight and she was watching me intently, obviously enjoying this 
too.  Her pussy lips looked like soft petals and her pubic hair lightly 
dusted the sides of these lips.  My finger was actually shaking as I 
slowly reached up and pressed up into her lips, doing something that I 
would have been incapable of the first time I had been fourteen:  I 
pressed into her clit, putting light pressure on her nub and I could 
feel her pressing her pussy into me as the count went to an excited 29 
and I felt her body shudder and her pussy lips moisten incredibly when 
the twins said "Thirty!"  I brought her a crashing orgasm that made her 
gasp quickly and I looked up to her, and Ann's startled eyes had a 
dreamy quality in them that made me smile with delight.  I stood up and 
said, "We have to go now," and I saw her quickly pull her panties and 
shorts up in one quick motion. 
        "Wow," she whispered to me as she opened the door and stepped 
back into her room.
        The twins gave us naive knowing looks as we squatted back onto 
the floor, me with a bit more difficulty than I'd like to admit, with my 
raging hard on beating in my pants.  As Ann dealt the next hand, I 
thought about that long ago time we had done this and seemed to remember 
that we only played three or four hands before the adults called us down 
to watch the game.  If I remembered correctly, I hadn't lost any of 
those hands.  Since time was short, I made my decision.
        I discarded four cards.  Ann looked at me and I could see her 
analyzing her cards with a hopeful, "I hope I'm doing the right thing" 
look.  She discarded two. Luckily the two of hearts I had kept didn't 
match up with anything Ann dealt me next (nor did I receive another pair 
like the ones I had just discarded), and I was looking at a dead hand, 
eight high.  That shouldn't be tough to beat.  The twins each had a pair 
and, again my luck held.  Ann had two pairs.
        Ann took up the flashlight and I could see a sense of urgency in 
her actions as she opened the closet door.  "Don't count so fast this 
time," she admonished the twins.  "You counted way to fast last time." 
        She had the flashlight beam on my pants before the door was 
closed.  "Hurry," she said as she knelt.  "Show it to me."  The twins 
were counting an exaggeratedly slow count.
        I deftly unbuckled my pants and hooked my fingers into my shorts 
and heaved them down.  Her intake of breath was audible.  I don't have a 
very large cock, but with such a lean stomach and such a granite teenage 
hard on, my six inches looked huge even to me.
        Ann's eyes were wide with fascination.  "I've never seen one 
before," she gushed.  "It's so neat."  She just stared it at, not even 
blinking.  She leaned a little forward, bending down so she could look 
up under it.  "Incredible."  Then her hand reached out toward it.  "You 
touched mine, I get to touch yours," she announced as her fingers 
approached.  Her touch was tentative and electric and my cock reacted 
with a jerk.  I think if I'd been a normal fourteen year-old, Ann would 
have found herself covered with cum at that moment as her fingers 
wrapped around my hardness.  I could feel her hand quaver slightly as 
she lifted my cock up to look up underneath it.  "Oh wow," she said, 
reaching up with her other hand toward my balls. She was clutching the 
flashlight between her knees.  If her grip on my cock was electrifying, 
her fondling of my balls was miraculous.  She felt the sac, trying to 
identify what was in there.
        We became aware of the twins saying "We said, that's thirty!"  
Ann let go of me and stood up, grabbing the flashlight from her lap.  
"Oh no."
        "Let's go," I shrugged, and as I reached down to pull my clothes 
back up, she trailed the light down to my crotch in time to catch one 
last glimpse of my cock as I tucked it back into my underpants.
        "Well?" Sarah said impatiently when we were back out in her 
room.  "Yeah, are we going to play?" Mike said.  Ann leaned over and 
whispered something to Sarah.  I saw Sarah's eyes go big and round and 
she looked over at me with what looked like curiosity mixed with 
amazement and then giggled, her face flushing.  Ann whispered something 
else into her ear and Sarah's eyes immediately dropped to my crotch.  I 
didn't have to look.  I could feel the bulge!  "I hope I win," Sarah 
gushed.  This is going to be so much fun, I thought.
        Sarah did win.  But it wasn't me who lost.  It was Ann.  Ann 
looked disappointed when she saw that Sarah had won, and I wondered 
again if maybe she had lost purposely.  Sarah looked disappointed too 
that it wasn't me she was going to get to examine.  She and Ann both 
looked back wishfully as the closet door closed.  Mike and I gleefully 
snickered out our thirty Mississippi's and a moment later the closet 
door opened up and they stepped out.  I noticed as Ann squatted to sit 
on the floor that I could see the elastic waistband of her panties over 
the top of her shorts.  So she had stripped down for her sister.  I 
would have liked to have seen that, I'll tell you.
        Our next hand was quick and crazy and I won again and sure 
enough Ann lost and by the time the door was shut and I had the 
flashlight on, Ann's shorts and panties were at her ankles.  She was 
slightly squatting, pressing her hips forward for me again.  I wasted no 
time putting my hand between her legs, this time fully cupping her 
precious pussy.  My middle finger slid along her lips and ever so gently 
pressed between them.  I found the entrance to her vagina with no 
trouble and in the dim light I could see her eyes go distant with 
pleasure.  I had the flashlight at my own knees this time and my left 
hand came up her hip, over the outside of her blouse and landed just 
upon the underswell of her breast.  "Can I see these too?" I said, 
trying to keep the pleading out of my voice.
        "Sure," she breathed, her hands coming up to the hem of her 
blouse and pulling it up to her shoulders.  She didn't dare pull it off 
for fear of not being able to cover up quickly.  Then she did the same 
with her young bra, gripping in underneath the elastic under each breast 
and stretching it up and out away from her skin before I could revel in 
the look of her bra-covered breasts.  Her young tits were incredibly 
erotic.  I remembered a couple of times when I would catch a glimpse of 
my teenage daughter in her robe (she wouldn't even be born for another 
eight or nine years!) as the V of the robe would fall open slightly as 
she leaned over and I could see an entire uncovered breast.  I 
remembered her breasts didn't have defined nipples, but more of a puffy 
swelling at the tips.  Ann's were just the same way.  The swells of her 
breast were perfectly formed, jutting up perkily from her slim chest.  
Her nipples weren't the hard eraser tips like I was used to seeing, but 
were instead a generally puffiness that encompassed her whole aureole as 
well, standing up and distended from the rest of her breast.  My hand 
landed softly on that incredibly erotic feeling breast. my fingers 
interlocking around the puffed nipple.   A slight moan escaped her lips 
as we heard the twins say a frantic "Thirty!" through the door.  This 
brought Ann out of her daze and I watched resignedly as she maneuvered 
her bra back over her tits and pulled her blouse down and panties and 
shorts up.  She looked up at me.
        "Are you ready?" I asked.
        Suddenly, I felt her hand cup my cock through my pants.  "I know 
it was your turn and all," she said.  "But I had to feel you again!"  
        "That's okay," I said.  "Any time."  And that's when the door 
flew open. 
        For a heart stopping moment, I was sure it was Uncle Roy, but it 
was only the twins.  I'm not sure if Sarah saw where Ann's hand was (Ann 
released me just a fraction of a second later), but I think she did.
        "That was great," Ann sighed as we sat back down on the floor. 
        She had just dealt the next hand when Uncle Roy was calling us 
for real.  We were all disappointed as hell, and it was difficult to 
tell who was more so.  We watched the Miracle Mets and had a barbecue 
dinner and didn't leave until late that night, but we never had another 
chance to be alone.  I had all kinds of plans that never saw fruition, 
but I did notice that Ann seemingly never stopped watching and looking 
at me.  Once or twice I noticed that her hand magically found its way to 
my crotch for fleeting brushes and touches.  She was all smiles all 
night, especially when my dad insisted that they come over to our house 
next weekend!
        We got home late and I climbed into bed, full of youthful energy 
and stamina and also full of a raging teenage hard on at the thought of 
Ann's incredible youthful body.  I was wearing only my shorts and was 
trying to think of a covert way to masturbate and release my tensions.  
After all, when one lives alone, he can cum on anything and clean it up 
later.  But when one is at home and his mother does the laundry .... 
well, it gives one pause, let us say.
        My cock was hard and rigid in my shorts and I was just preparing 
to pull it out and use the last of a box of Kleenex on my night stand 
when there was a soft rapping on my door.  Taking my cue from the 
softness of the knock, I whispered, "Come in."
        It was Cindy.  She stepped quickly into the room, noiselessly 
closing the door behind her.  She was wearing one of those babydoll 
nighties, the kind that come down just to the tops of her thighs and 
hangs loose off the shoulders.  As she turned back from the door, I 
could see her breasts swaying under the light fabric.
        She padded over and sat on the edge of the bed near my knees, 
facing me.  "I've just got to talk to you about this morning," she said 
quietly.  "About when I walked in on you.  I've been thinking about your 
boner all day!"

END OF CHAPTER 1
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