Hey everyone. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. You'll all be happy to hear I have found an editor that wishes to stay anonymous so a massive thanks to him and the effort he put in.
Chapter 3 is coming along nicely now and is on its way so don't worry. I'm also working on chapter 6 of The Island of Three so keep an eye out for that. With that said I'll let you dig in.
Ch. 02
Dante slowly awoke feeling strange. Almost fresh, like he had been born anew. His eyes didn't feel heavy or even tired. It was a sensation that he had never experienced before.
"What a crazy dream. Hah, the Devil. What a joke." Dante laughed it off and started getting out of bed. "Mind, that was the most realistic dream I've ever had,"
He made his way to the bathroom while stretching his body. Something felt different. He noticed while stretching that he felt stronger, taller and his senses seemed heightened.
"What the hell happened yesterday? My last memory, I was in the school library looking for a book and then the next thing I remember is waking up in bed."
Dante neared the bathroom confused. He turned the handle and switched on the light. Then he approached the mirror, but who was looking back at him wasn't who he was used to seeing.
Frightened at first, he jumped back out of view of his reflection. "What the fuck was that?"
He took a step forward to see if it was just his imagination, but he was still there. The stranger in the mirror, staring at him.
Dante took a moment to breath and calm down. Astonished, he noticed it really was him. A better version of himself, but him nonetheless.
A strong jaw, thick dark brown hair, alluring darker green eyes and a strong muscular body.
"What the hell happened to me?!" His breathing was rapid as the panic didn't seem to fade at all.
"Wait a second. The Devil in my dream said he was going to unlock mine and my sisters potential. Could that mean that my dream was, real?"
With at least one possible explanation for his change, Dante took comfort in the fact that he might not be going crazy after all. He realised that his dream was in fact real.
"Holy shit! Ok, ok calm down." He looked up into his new eyes focusing on their colour.
Then there was a knock at his bedroom door.
"Who is it?!"
"It's Gina. Can I come in?"
Dante found it strange that she asked him that question. Usually she would just walk in. He left the bathroom, walked towards his bedroom door and realised he didn't have a shirt on. Standing with just a pair of boxers on, he steadied himself.
Dante was a normally little self conscious of his body. Usually he garbed himself in much more clothing, but with this new body on display, he opened the door to greet one of his sisters.
As the door opened, Gina bolted into the room, pushing past him, and jumping straight onto his bed without even looking at him!
"Umm Gina, is everything ok?"
Gina laid face down with her face in his pillows, giving Dante a perfect view of her gorgeous ass. It was sexily clad in tight beige short-shorts.
While taking a few seconds to admire his sisters body he noticed something different about her. It wasn't a massive change like what he had gone through, but she seemed to have more of a curve to her body, a rounder ass and gorgeous looking legs.
"Could the Devil have changed them too?" He thought to himself, still unsure what happened in his dream was real.
His mind was drawn back to the beautiful sister on his bed. He found an incredible new desire to sit by her, maybe even caress her ass slightly.
Dante tried to focus his mind elsewhere, but the temptation was too strong. He found himself with an overwhelming desire to touch her. He slowly sat down on the bed and put a hand on her back, stroking up and down in a comforting way.
"Gina what's wrong? I know when something's up,"
She rose, sitting alongside him. Her eyes wandered across her brothers body , her cheeks turning deep red. She turned her eyes away to look at the ceiling.
Realising my lack of clothing, "Oops. Sorry G, let me get some clothes on. I'll be right back,"
"I don't mind," Gina said, now looking at me with interest. "Hell, you've actually got a pretty hot body." Her hand drifted up to stroke Dante's abs. "I didn't realise you had a six pack,"
"Umm, yeah usually got more clothes on. I'm not accustomed to running around in just my underwear."
Gina's hand drifted a little lower, resting just above his boxers. The action seemed completely innocent, almost like she had no control over what she was doing. Gina suddenly realised where her hand was. "Sorry Danny. I didn't mean to touch you there." Her face glowing red once more.
"It's ok. Now then," Dante spoke as he cleared his throat, "what's wrong?"
Gina looked up and met her brothers eyes. "Well it's just that, somethings different. I feel different, and I look different, but it's not just me, all of the others are a bit different too. But that's not all,"
Dante saw the hesitation in her eyes. "It's ok G. You can tell me anything, you know that right?" Gently he placed his hand on her leg.
"Well....., it's not just my body that's different. I seem to be thinking differently too. It's.......kind of embarrassing to explain."
Dante's hand had started caressing her leg without realising. "You can tell me, it will remain our secret, I promise."
"Ok. Ok I'm going to tell you, but please don't hate me." Gina looked into his eyes, worry painted all over her beautiful face. "I could never hate you. Don't be ridiculous. I'm sure it's not that bad."
Gina looked down, her legs hanging limply off the side of the bed. "Well, I had a dream about you last night."
Dante wondered whether it was a similar dream to what he might have had. "That doesn't sound that bad sis. I mean......" before he could continue Gina carried on.
"You don't understand! This dream was......" she hesitated and couldn't bring her eyes to look at him, like she was ashamed of herself "..about us doing things we shouldn't be doing."
"Like what?" He had pretty good idea of what it might be, but part of him wanted to hear her say it.
"Ok, well in my dream I was playing with, well that," she pointed towards his boxers. Dante didn't realise until now that he had a full blown hard on tenting his boxers.
"What do you mean playing?" making no effort to conceal his throbbing tool.
Dante realized he held no shame. He didn't seem to care that he was exposing himself to his sister. Before last night he would have died of embarrassment.
