Kyle

You woke up very suddenly. You propped yourself up on your bed and looked everywhere you could. Nothing seemed different about you're room, other than being clean.

You stood up and immediately noticed a few changes about yourself. Looking at your mirror in the corner of the room you examined yourself. You were much buffer. Not bodybuilder buff, but 'I can do a hundred push ups and run a marathon right after' buff. Whipcord muscles covered your body. You were a little taller, not much, but a few inches. Your face, surprisingly, wasn't changed much. Now for the most important thing.

You dropped your shorts. You hadn't been self conscious of your dick previously, but wow. You now had a 7in. ding dong. After further examination, you found that it was perfectly normal for its size, except its girth. You didn't have a measuring tape, and it wasn't an obvious thing, but on closer look, it was definitely thicker than it normally would be.

Finished with your examination, you just stand there, staring at the handsome dude you were. You got so absorbed that when the door of your room opened you just turned to face it, not even bothering to hide your nakedness.

"Wake up Kyle! Dad wants you down for breakfast, seems like he wants to talk to you." Your little sister walked into your room. When she didn't see you laying on your bed, she looked around. When she found you, her eyes immediately went to your dick.

Her face burned red and retreated from the room even faster than she had invaded it.

"Wow," You thought, "Less then 10 minutes in this new world, and I've already flashed my sister."

But just like the God had said, new information flooded your brain.

It was distinctly different from your normal memories, but just as ingrained.

Apparently, in this new world, nudity was much more accepted in your homes. Normally you'd be perfectly fine to walk down to the kitchen completely nude, but your little sister was a tad shy, so the rest of the family limited their nudity when around her, out of consideration.

This new flood of info also brought with it additions to the family.

Your father had three wives, but you and your sister were his only children. He had met your mother much sooner than the other two wives. Your other mothers had raised you just like their own, who they were currently pregnant with. It was normal for all the wives to care for the children equally, this helped to prevent any jealousy or favoritism.

You had turned 20 last week, apparently your birthday had changed. Your sister had turned 18 last month. Your sister was a beauty, by both world's standards. She was fairly petite. Standing at 5'10, compared to your 6'4. She had the most perfect long legs. Slender arms. Shoulder blade length hair that she usually kept down. Her eyes a Green so deep you'd drown in. Her tits rest high on her chest, and were a perky C cup.

Just thinking of her caused your little brother to make a guest appearance, coming to full mast. You were thoughtful. Not about your sexy little sister, or your hardon, but that the two had correlated. In your old world, you would've been disgusted of thinking of your sister like that, or any of your family. But here, you saw nothing wrong with it. Looking through your memories, It wasn't a societal norm, but it wasn't unheard of or ostracized.

In this new world, **** was accepted. It wasn't as normal between children and parents, but it was fairly normal between siblings.

A sound from downstairs brought you out of your thoughts. Your father had called for you, and in this world, you did not keep your father waiting. You threw on a pair of boxers, which your new memories said was normal for your family. Willed your boner down, which would've been impossible in the old world, and a welcome ability for all men. And rushed downstairs.

The stairs led right to the kitchen. As you descended you saw your father reading the news on his tablet while he sipped his tea at the head of the table. Your usual seat was at the other head. Your sister was sitting to the left of your seat. She had her head in her hands and even from the distance, you could see her ears were red.

Standing at the stove, cooking bacon, was your second mother, Amber. Setting the table, was your third mother, Lora. Your mother was sitting to the right of your father sorting through some files, occasionally talking to your father. She and your father ran the clinic together. They had met in medical school. Amber was in charge of patient management, which was a full time job you learned from your memories of occasionally helping her. Lora was in charge of the home, she kept it cleaned, stocked, etc.

It was a typical family breakfast you'd see in the old world, if relatives were visiting, except that everyone was in their underwear. The mothers were all in bras and panties. Your father wore boxers similar to yours. The outlier was your sister. She too wore her underwear, but she wore a loose shirt. Her panties hugged her tight ass in the most wonderful of ways.

You sat down and continued to watch everyone until your father finished.

Your mothers were all beautiful in their own rights. All of them could be mistaken as models, at or under the age of thirty. Your new memories were the only thing that prevented your dick from ripping through your underwear, and even then, it was raising.

Your memories told you that you had your father was 42, your mother 39, Amber 36, and Lora 34. Amber was 6 months pregnant, and Lora was 2 months pregnant. Your mother would've been pregnant, but she was happy with her two wonderful kids and the business was taking too much time for an infant. From your memories, your guessed that your mother wanted another child, but put it aside for the family business.

Your Father set down his tablet, drawing you from your thoughts.

"Kyle, how old are you?"

"20, dad."

"Hmmm. How is work?"

"Doing well, my work is really shooting off now. It being recognized and recommended to others. I expect to see a 300-500% increase in revenue, within the year." You worked as a Free Lance Programmer, and you were good. Even in the old world, you had been above average. But the God had bumped up your skill.

"Good. Great even. I'm glad. You're good at it aren't you? Finish quickly with the projects you take on?"

"Typically. I wouldn't say I'm the best by any means. But I tend to do the work of 4 or 5 programmers."

"So then why do I not have a grandchild?"

Wow, seems like the parents in this world are just as blunt about this subject as the old world.

"Umm, I, uh. I don't know."

"You spend all day, everyday, up in that room working. The only times you leave is to exercise, which is usually done in your room anyway, to use the restroom, or eat. The thing is, your being productive. Had you just been sitting up there playing games, wasting time, I would have thrown you out a long time ago." That hit close to home, as that's exactly what you had done in the old world.

"But no, you spend every bit of time working. You finish a project, get paid, and immediately accept another. Just what are you saving for?"

You thought for a moment, because you knew he wanted a thought through answer. "I guess I never thought of it. I like the work, so it hardly feels like I'm working. I've never thought of changing anything."

"That's what I thought. I'm glad you enjoy your work, and that you are good at it, but you need to find something more to life than work. When are you going to create your own Harem? You are an amazing man, definitely above average in looks. Had I been like you back in my day, I'd have had women crawling over themselves to join my Harem. And I know things haven't changed much. I've seen women look at you, yet you are so caught up in your own thoughts that you don't even notice!"

"Really?"

"Kyle, the entire time you sat there waiting for me, your sister was staring at you."

"Dad!" Sarah Squealed

"Oh hush Sarah. You've had a crush on him for as long as I could remember. You have always been shy, much more than normal. If I let it be, I'd be six feet under before you confessed. So, as Patriarch of this family, I hereby declare that Sarah will be the first woman in Kyle's Harem!"

It seemed as if the entire world had frozen, until your mother, who had yet to look up from the files, said, "That's not how it works Daniel."

"Eh, I don't see either of them acting against it. Sarah, after breakfast, go to your room and start packing, you are moving into Kyle's room. You wont finish before you have to go to school, but you can just finish up after."

Your Father said as if that was the end of it, and it was for several minutes, while you were paralyzed in thought.

"Dad?"

"Yeah Kyle?"

"Are you clearing Sarah's room so you can make a nursery for Amber and Lora?"

"Oh please, don't act like you don't like this. But it was just a coincidence. I had grown tired of waiting for you two so when Amber and Lora began to show, it pushed me to push you."

"Breakfast is served!" Announced Amber