Think about things in the bathroom

Next morning I woke up alone with a headache and covered in dried cum. Ahh not again. Is this going to become a daily thing? Huffing my hair out of my mouth I felt its length with my hands, it was growing very fast, the last time I had my bangs cut was only a week prior. Looking at myself I noticed that my balls seemed a little bigger and were already feeling full, not only that my breasts seemed to have swelled a little bigger as well, they must have been close to the B-cup range. Going into the bathroom I first went to clean myself off with a wet towel just to get the crust off as it was too early to take a shower, and wake everyone up. I had only slept at most 5 hours the past few days but I felt more well rested than I have in months. I wasn’t groggy and **** for a mug. Now I was **** for something else with my hard cock already leaking as I remembered Diana’s words the night before. Hot as they were, it probably was just something taboo to say to get me off.

Sitting on the toilet I took a moment to admire myself as I watched my cock bounce as I tightened the muscles in my ass, watching it grow harder. My soft hands felt good, slowly stroking it up and down. I marveled at how my fingers didn’t wrap around it anymore. And the ridges gave me more stimulation as my hands went over them. Prodding at the knots I was surprised at how spongy it was like the glans but under a thicker layer of skin. It looked like it belonged to a monster, a dragon maybe, or a leviathan, the layer bumps looking almost like layered scales. The more I played is when I noticed my pre a subtle rosy hue. I am having no mere dreams. I am certain of that now. They are lessons, glimpses of the future, ceremonies.

Is this what I really want? To make a harem of my sister and mother? Though of course they are by no means not attractive. If I was being honest I say they both were very beautiful women in their own right. Even my mother who had only recently turned 40. Was I really lusting after them…all these years. Sometimes I catch myself looking at them longingly. But now I think I was just envious, jealous, that in comparison they were much more attractive than myself. And I really am gynephilic, I am enamored with the feminine form, even with cute guys my age that have plump thighs and slender torsos. Looking in the mirror, seeing myself from the chest up, I cupped my breasts. I really wanted this and a more feminine face. But I think there is a part of me that is still envious of them. They can walk outside and be accepted, but I am not sure my hermaphroditic self will be.

Though the thought of a harem excites me. Is it what I want? My time with Diana has taught me that I do enjoy a variety of roles in the bedroom. And I might get the passing sexual thought about them, I do see them most of the time, and I never really got any other attention affection from anyone else till recently. But would I really act on it or think about it seriously? I love them, especially my sister, always understanding and supportive of me. I wouldn’t want to spoil that. And my mother? Well we don’t get along as much, I am not sure she really understands me, we honestly have been talking less and less for years to avoid arguments but now it seems almost all our conversations are argumentative. I think there is a part of me that hates her, but I do love her. I know it must have been hard to raise us after my father died. Maybe it would do her some good to let out some frustrations and not have such a quick fuse. But with me? Even if we weren’t related she still raised me.I admit that I have thought about hate-fucking her before…ohh…I have thought about this haven’t I?

That is what is what this is about. To bring to the surface what was buried in the depths. To bring to light what was never allowed to see the light of day. The dark lust that rescinds in myself, does exist and it grew last night as I took it away from that rich prick. But there was a lesson…to consume it and control it. But not let it consume you. Not become like him, consumed and uncaring about what his lusts would cause others. Soma wants to test me. Put me in a position of power and see what I will do. See if I stay in control of myself and stay a good selfless person despite the opportunity to take advantage at every turn. Soma has been guiding me to this point. The last test was if I kill him. And I wanted to. In the moment I really did but that wouldn’t have worked out in the long run, and I gave him a much more long lasting punishment.

No doubt Diana and Soma are related. Shahanshah of the Abyssal realms? Makes me wonder if that includes where Diana is from. I will find out soon. Soma I know it's pointless now, the pact already made and all. But I accept your challenge. I will make a harem and take care of those I love.

“Do not be afraid. This is only the beginning, my champion,” Soma said inside my head. I could feel them with me and that instilled me with a cosmic sense of confidence.

“Goo—ahh good morning,” my sister said as she opened the bathroom door lazily, she seemed half awake as her eyes weren’t perceptibly focusing on anything. And I took her a few long seconds to me up and down, eyes almost shut. I was too shocked to move.

“Must still be dreaming,” She said out loud.

“Petra–,” I tried to say.

“Shush you, I am too tired to go another round…”She said before going to look at herself in the sink.

“Petra. You're not dreaming…” I managed to say. And she spun around with a confused look, before pinching herself. Suddenly her lidded barely open eyes bulged wide as her face went red. Her eyes darted alert as looked back at me and down to my leaking huge erection. Her mouth opened slightly as she stared at it for a second before going to hug me.

“You saved me last night didn’t you…that wasn’t a dream was it?” She said happily, her chest pressing flat against mine as I awkwardly hugged back while still sitting on the toilet.

“Yeah I did…, Are you ok?” I asked softly.

“I am fine…” She said after pulling away, and looking down at me.

“Wow…you really…changed haven’t you…” She said awkwardly, as she stared at my cock, it wasn’t going down at all, it felt even harder now than before. A drop was going slowly down my shaft. As I didn’t know what to do. Her eyes met mine and we both looked away before I noticed her staring again, biting her lip.

“Little brother…can I touch it?”