My name is Max, and I celebrated my second 19th birthday in a coma, 2 months ago. I know, seems like I'm starting off a bit crazy right? Let's start back further than that. My name was Mark Mills and I recently turned 59. I had a cushy job as a bank manager, bringing in a low 6 figure income. My wife of 31 years had passed away the year prior from brain cancer. My son, Mark Junior, moved out to California to pursuit a PhD in some bio space field. I see him maybe once a year. In short life was simple, but it was also boring. Each day ran into the next like a blur. Which leads us to my accident.
I noticed a muscular young man across the intersection from me as I headed home. His eyes locked onto mine and it was almost trancelike as our cars sped toward each other. I allowed my mind to wander to days gone by and found myself wishing to be 18 again, no worries, no cares, all of life yet to be discovered. No physical pains or conversations about everyone we know dying off. Little did I know that he was having similar thoughts as he looked at me and thought of how easy my life was. We both were accelerating through the intersection, eyes locked together, and smashed into each other. A very bizarre accident that has put us both into a coma.
After almost 2 full months, I woke up. That is to say, Mark (me) woke up in Max's body, I can only assume Max is in my body, still in a coma. Those older bodies don't bounce back like the young ones do. After some initial "amnesia" I started to remember my mother and sister vaguely. As it would turn out Max and his (my) sister were adopted. I now stand at a well-muscled 6'1" and sported a cock that hung close to 10 inches. My skin was slightly brown, almost looking like more of a tan. Most people couldn't quite place what I was, and that certainly worked for me. Evidently, I was to redo my senior year because I had missed so much time. It was May now, so I still had a few months before that was a concern.
My sister (Ashley) was pasty white, freckled, redhead. Despite her ultimate white white skin, she was quite breathtaking to behold. She was maybe 5'6" and also athletic. She had a thick muscled ass, and full pert breasts, her mane of red hair, when let loose, hung to about 3 inches above her waist. Most of the time she kept it tied up in various configurations. Ashley was a year behind me, so we would now be seniors together.
My mother had divorced her husband 4 years ago, he evidently was not much of a husband or father, but she seemed to have a good handle on things thus far. Tica (my mother) was part Hispanic, part Irish. Her features had the slight darkness of her Latino heritage. Her hair was cut shoulder length and was a light brown with blonde streaks. She had an hourglass figure that made me hard instantly. At 40, she looked better than 80% of 25-year-olds. She worked at a large firm, doing marketing or something.
I woke up Monday morning early, 4:22 to be exact. I had energy once more and decided to go for a run, hoping it would help clear my head. I rummaged through my new room and found some basketball shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed some socks, and threw on a pair of sneakers I assumed were mine. Mental note, we needed to start dressing a bit better, not that I was a fashion driven guy before, but I believe in dressing for success. I ran through the dark neighborhood, breathing deep and thinking through my next steps. I had decided that first and foremost, I didn't want to undo this change. I plan to take full advantage of this youthful body and a fresh start in life. Secondly, I wanted to get laid. I figured Ashley and Tica were both on the menu, not sure what other ladies I had right now, though being sorta related and totally different would require completely different approaches. Lastly, I would slow down to a post-coma pace and figure things out gradually. The bank and all the rest of my old life to be counted as gone.
Just before 6am I got back to the house; the sun was beginning its work though not visible yet as I slipped back into the house. My shirt clung to me with sweat, but immediately started cooling me off in the house air conditioning. I removed my shoes and stepped into the living room and was met with a groggy looking Ashley stumbling out of her room. Her white tank top and PJ shorts didn't do much to hide her braless tits, and firm ass.
"Good morning, Ashley" I said quietly, trying not to stare.
"Oh, shit" she jumped, "you scared me. What are you doing up this early?" She let her eyes adjust, taking in my presence as I explained.
"Went for a run... had to clear my head a bit"
"Cool... I gotta pee" she turned into the bathroom and closed the door behind her leaving the imprint of her visage on my brain. I felt my groin stir, realizing my body once again responded like a teenager, not a 60-year-old man. The more I tried to think about something else, the more it persisted until I was adjusting my guy as he stood 75% erect. I grabbed a glass of water and sat at the kitchen table just as the toilet flushed. Moments later Ashley joined me in the kitchen.
"You seem different..." she remarked as she set about making coffee.
"How so?" I asked, "I mean, I guess I feel different, anyway"
"For starters... you're being nice" she said, coffee pot going, she turned back to me. She looked at me quizzically as she rubbed the side of her face with one hand, her forearm sliding under her breasts.
"Being nice?" I said thoughtfully, "well I think that's a change I'll keep", I smiled.
Ashley had turned to get down cups, "Coffee?"
"Yes please...black" I responded. She filled the cups and turned to me again. Her nipples slightly erect against the thin tank top, thank god for air conditioning.
"I'd like that" she smiled, setting the cup in front of me; she kissed my head and went off to her room again. My eyes followed her sweet, cushioned cheeks as they peeked from the bottom of the cotton PJ shorts. I wondered if she had on any panties... or if she kept any of that pretty red bush...
I relaxed with my coffee, my body cooling from the run. I needed a shower, but needed to cool down first. Finishing my cup, I went to my room, stripped, wrapped a towel on my waist and headed to the bathroom. The hot steamy shower felt great, though I felt strangely like I was washing myself and yet someone else simultaneously. I wasn't used to this body. That didn't stop me from pounding out a quick nut, which felt better than I had remembered in a long time. I went to my room to get dressed and came out as Ashley was headed to the bathroom.
"Pardonnez-moi mon amour" I gave a small smile, bowing toward her. Ashley actually blushed.
"Since when do you speak French?" she asked, her smile wide. I must have looked dumbfounded as I was momentarily at a loss for words; Ashley's smile spread to her eyes, "You have become quite the charmer, if I knew all it took was a little car accident, I would have crashed into you long ago." she teased and went in, to shower.
"I'm gonna cook up some eggs, you want any?" I called through the door.
"Sure" came her muffled reply.
Another cup of coffee and I set out to make some scrambled eggs and toast.
"Well good morning sweetie" Tica bubbled coming from her room.
"Good morning, Tica" I smiled taking in her slender figure, "Can I make you some eggs?" I offered, "Coffee?"
