Peg Tells the Future

"What?"

"You heard me." Elsie smiles. "Beg please. Beg for me to let you cum. Hurry now Peggy wants to see it."

"But...I..."

"Cutie." She says more firmly. "Come on now."

"Uh...I..." That last nut had come so close you were still trying make sense of things and figuring out how to formulate a proper beg. Also, it felt weird begging to Elsie. Fiona, no problem, you would throw yourself at her feet and plead like a bootlicking **** if she ever truly wanted you to. But El is your little sister and best bud, it just felt...funny. You needed time to come to grips with it. "Um..."

Elsie lets out a long sad sigh. "Ohhh my poor Cutie. Time's up I'm afraid."

"What!?"

She looks to her aunt. "I'm sorry Peg. I wanted to show you how he came but...as you can see he's being difficult today."

"No!" You shake your head. "No, I'm not difficult. Please Elsie. Please let me cum!"

Peggy looks at you shaking her head sadly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Too little too late. That's okay Elsie, I am sure you can show me later."

"No, wait." You plead. "Please! Please Elsie. I beg you!"

"Hands off Jesse." Elsie points to the hand still gripping your dick. "You aren't allowed to touch yourself until I say."

"But..." Reluctantly you let go of your dick. Shit, you blew it. Who knew when she'd let you cum after that. But it was also fun following her orders. You had to be obedient and it was time you started embracing that fact. "Yes...um...Mistress?"

Elsie's face screws up as if she just ate something sour. "Ew, no, yuck."

"Oh, sorry." You say, feeling rather foolish.

"Now hold on El." Peg pats her arm. "Titles can be important for some people. Especially submissive boys. They want to know their place. They want that security." She leans forward and place a hand on your knee. "You may call me Madam when we play Jesse. But only when we play."

You smile, suddenly feeling bashful yet joyful at the thought of playing with Auntie Peg. "Thank you Madam."

Elsie's eyebrows raise at your immediate reaction. "Oh! I see." Wanting to get in on this Elsie thinks a moment. "Um, you can call me...Miss Elsie." She lets out a giggle. "Or Princess. Yes! Miss Elsie or Princess. Those are good."

"Thank you Princess." You bow your head. "Thank you Madam." You bow your head again.

"Come here you!" Peg pulls you from the table to kneel in front of her where she gives you a big hard hug. The exquisite silk of her nightgown is as soft as a warm breeze. You lay your head on her chest and hug her back, looking at your beaming sister as you do so. El reaches out and pets your shoulder. Peg kisses your head and holds you tight for a glorious minute or two before letting you go. Taking you by the shoulders she holds you at arms length and says with total conviction. "Our boy is going to be a world-beater. I can see it in him already."

You look to El and then back to Peggy. "World-beater?"

She nods. "Almost every truly happy and successful man I have ever met or read about are submissives. In the bedroom at least. They may be titans of industry, intellectual giants, or even command nations but in the bedroom the enlightened ones know they need a woman to kneel before. They may pound their chests in public but in the sack they yearn for a woman to take control." She laughs. "Men who try to be dominant both in life and in sex are usually fragile things. Rigid and brittle souls who only command the respect of others just like them. Theirs is a shallow power. But men who can let themselves go, who are secure enough to give themselves to a woman? The sky is the limit."

"I...I'm not powerful." You say softly. "I don't think I can be like you say."

Her warm smile only widens. "I do."

"I do too." El squeezes your arm. "My big brother can do anything."

They said it with such belief. You wished you had that faith in your future, couldn't they see the weakness in you? They seemed to and yet Peg had no doubt whatsoever in your abilities. It felt so good, scary but good. Having someone believe you, really believe in you, is humbling yet incredibly uplifting. What strange magic was this? She was making you feel both more comfortable in being small and humble, like your mother did, yet simultaneously building you up and making you want to be a better man. Her faith gave you a star to shoot for but with a safety net of love and understanding you knew would never fail. No wonder Chloe was such a unique spirit, with Peg as her mother she knew love, support, and wisdom was backing her up no matter what she did. What confidence that would give a person. And with Elsie rooting for you, always right there at your side, you wanted so bad to show her what you could be.

Peg pauses, really looking at you hard. "This will be especially true going forward. You need to embrace who you are and the world will open up for you."

Elsie sidles up closer. "Going forward? Like that genetic stuff you were telling me about?"

Peg nods. "Yes. You see Jesse, our mutation is the future. The mutation is passed on to our children, then to theirs, then to theirs, and so on. In all of my experiments, so far just with mice and frogs, never once has the genes not been passed down to an offspring. From what I know it started with your grandma, was passed on to Helen and I, and now to you, Elsie, Fiona, and Chloe. Just in three generations it went from one to two to four. Growth is exponential. There are at least seven of us in the world, six of which who are still young enough to procreate. You can see where this is going. And that is just with our family. There are unconfirmed stories of our kind in other places. There are tales from the South Pacific that are particularly interesting, though I haven't been able to verify them yet. If this mutation has cropped up in more than one place it will greatly accelerate our take over."

"Take over?"

"Yes. Unless they stop us Homo Hermaphroditus will inevitably take over. Homo Sapiens will go extinct."

She ruffles your hair as you sit there befuddled at what she is saying.

"And YOU, my sweet boy, are the first of your kind."

"My kind?"

"Mm hm. A male of our species is very rare and very precious." Elsie slips down off of the couch to join you at Peg's feet. You cuddle together as Peggy looks down and gently pets your heads. "From my experiments with mice it appears that males of our kind are smaller, more docile, more sexually submissive, have smaller genitalia, and yet are highly sought after by the females." She chuckles. "Surely you've noticed how we all look at you Jesse. It's not our fault, it is in our genes. Our desire for you goes right down to the cellular level. You are nearly...irresistible to us."

Elsie nuzzles into your neck as you hold her close. This was so much information! You had so many questions.

"The males...what...what happens to them?"

She combs her fingers through you hair, sending delightful tingles down your spine. "Well, it's a funny thing. The males, being rare and sought after, tend to collect harems. Only the best females can get a spot in a male's harem. The strongest, the most attractive, the most intelligent and so on. The lower ranking females generally pair up and mate with each other."

Elsie giggles. "Can I be in your harem Jesse?"

Peggy chuckles. "But not a harem like you might think. The males are...uh...hmm, how to put this?"

"The males are used by their harems." You whisper. "They service all of the females. They pleasure all of their females."

"Clever boy." She pats your head.

"Thank you Madam."

"The more submissive and sexually available the male is the more and the higher quality of female are in his harem and the higher his harem's status meaning his influence is greater overall. He gains power by giving it up. It is a truly unique dichotomy."

"That is incredible!"

Peg seems happy with your reaction. "Yes. Isn't it. Interestingly there seems to be a third group we haven't yet seen in humans, with such a small sample size that is no surprise. This third group are females, smaller than all the others and with very tiny male genitalia. They are even more submissive than the males almost to the point of helplessness and occupy the very bottom of the social order, looked down upon by all of the other mice. I think my poor little Chloe has a bit of this, but her genes are something of a muddled mess. She is sort of all three in one, it's complicated with her." She leans in and kisses your head again. "Now, this is just what I've observed with mice Jesse, we don't know how it will go with humans. I still have a lifetime of research to do, hopefully with your help."

"Wow."

"Wow indeed. Our family will hold quite a place in history. If we make it."

"If we make it?"

"Yes. Once this gets out can you imagine the reaction? Can you imagine how people will react knowing we are humanity's future? Regular men and women will each feel threatened in their own way." She sighs. "Just like with this pandemic we will be seen as a threat. We will be something to be isolated, studied, and ultimately eradicated. People are so afraid of change. The longer we can keep this secret the more time we give for our mutation to take root and spread. It is a matter of survival my boy. We just need time."

"Wow!" The world had just shifted under your feet. You knew your family had a condition, you never considered that you might be an entirely different species!

She chuckles. "Now how did we get onto this subject? Ah well, it is about time you learned. I never agreed with John and Helen's choice to leave you in the dark."

Elsie kisses your cheek. "I always knew he was special."

You look into your sister's dark eyes. "That's your genes talking."

You both laugh, both knowing the connection you shared went way beyond the limitations of science. She tugs your arm. "Come on Cutie Doll, I wanna dress you up."

"Yes Princess." You steal a quick kiss from her to which you both giggle and nuzzle and cuddle closer.

Your aunt sits back with a big guffaw and waves you away. "Go! Get out of here. I can't handle this much cuteness. When you've got him dressed come back and we'll grab a bite to eat before bed."

"Okay!" El peeps.

"Thank you Madam." You bow.

And the pair of you get up and race hand in hand, squealing and laughing, up to your Aunt' bedroom.