DANNY Chapter 28 by Roberta J. Cabot This is a story about Daniel, a guy with a unique talent and an even more unique problem: A great singing voice and the looks of his gorgeous sister. And how he and his family deal with his having breasts. And how he deals with getting turned on by his girlfriend. But, apparently, Nikki more than reciprocated his feelings, and has hatched a scheme: just as they started preparing for the concert, Nikki put her own plan for her first night alone with Danny into motion. Indeed, there never is a dull moment with Batch Fourteen, and Dan & his gang.

 
Chapter Twenty-Eight:  Before Date Night

***** (Danny) *****

Driving home, Danielle remarked that I was oddly silent. I shrugged.

"Betcha you're thinking of your date with Nikki tomorrow," she said and pinched my cheek.

"Quit it, Danielle!" I said and knocked her hand away.

She chortled some more.

I couldn't help but smile a little bit.

"I guess I'm a little nervous, Danielle," I said. "This'll just be the second time Nikki and I will be alone. And this it's all night. And how did you know about it, anyway?"

"Nikki told me," she dimpled.

I gave her a little moue of irritation.

"Don't worry, li'l bro," she said. "I'll make sure you're not bothered by the gang, and you can spend the rest of the day tomorrow making sweet, sweet love to the beautiful Nikki." She made little kissy sounds.

I harrumphed half in irritation and half in amusement.

Truth be told, I was very excited. And this could be, as uncle Nathan would say, "target of opportunity." And after tomorrow, my virginity may be a thing of the past. My thoughts were pleasantly lecherous all the way home. At least Nikki and I were both over sixteen so it won't be illegal, heheh. No underage sex here!

Danielle asked why I was chuckling, and I just waved it away. "Oh, nothing," I said.

Besides, I thought, it'll probably just be dinner out and maybe a movie. Still, I was unreasonably hopeful.

Heheheheh.

"Be sure to bring protection, just in case," Danielle said with an evil smile. "Heehee…"

My sister is one big buzzkill. Sometimes this twin pseudo-mind reading was a pain.

Later that night, I called up Nikki and tried to find out where we were going tomorrow, but she said it'll be a surprise. I asked if we're going dancing or something, or if I should be dressed in any particular way.

"It's a surprise!" she giggled. "You don't need to bring anything except your sexy little bod, babe."

I laughed at that. Nevertheless, I decided to spruce up a bit just in case. I didn't realize how nervous I was about this lousy date until I found myself knocking on Danielle's door and asking for some help with my outfit for tomorrow.

***** (Danny) *****

In the morning, I drove to Nikki's to pick her up, all alone. Danielle had decided to ride with Joanne for a change this morning. I, of course, didn't assume it was a setup. Not… (ugh! That's so ten years ago, I laughed to myself.)

When I drove up their house, I found her waiting at the curb with two wheelie bags.

She had a finger over her lips in a shushing motion.

"Keep it down, Danny," she whispered fiercely after giving me a kiss when she leaned into through my car window. "Mom doesn't know."

"Doesn't know what?" I asked.

She pointed to her wheelie bags. "She doesn't know about these."

I got out and took her bags and put them in the trunk.

"I thought we had a date today. Are you going on a trip?"

"No!" she said. "It's for the date later."

"Huh?"

She then explained her plans for us - checking into a hotel and... other stuff.

I was surprised. It wasn't like Nikki to be this forward and aggressive. But I liked it. And to have Nikki all to myself was something I've been dreaming of for the longest time. In fact, I brought a backpack of spare clothes and stuff myself, just in case it'd be something like this.

"So?" Nikki said.

I was worried about what our folks would say if they ever found out. I wasn't worried about the guys, though - if they don't know about it yet, I'm pretty sure that they eventually would. Nikki's already told Danielle, and even if she doesn't tell, the fact that Nikki and I weren't with them would make them assume things.

So I weighed things - if it was worth the risk, I mean. But with Nikki smiling at me with a smoky, sultry smile that I haven't seen on her before, I started getting way turned on as I thought of the possibilities.

So I nodded.

She rushed me, and I banged my head against the car as she started to kiss the shit out of me.

Despite us being out in the street, Nikki was like a wild woman. It was like she wanted to eat my face off the way she had her lips all over me. If I let her, she'd probably have had my shirt off, and maybe more, and maybe we wouldn't make it to the hotel room anymore. I found myself straining against my pants, and would have let things go farther, but reason and logic took hold.

Though I didn't want to, I fended her off, in the gentlest way I could.

Somehow, she got the message and let me go.

"We gotta get to school, Nikki," I said, breathing hard.

"I don't know if I can wait that long, Danny!"

"I know what you mean, but we have to."

She nodded. We both got in the car and started on our way to school.

"So," I said, "are you gonna tell me about those bags?"

"Like I said, that's for later," she replied.

"Nikki…"

"Okay, okay," she pouted. "So I got us a room, right? But so that it'll be easier to check in, I decided to say that you were my cousin, ummm, Danielle…"

Oh, no…

"So…" I said, "What're in the bags are…"

"Clothes?" she answered tentatively, "For you and me?" She had a look that was halfway between crying and being worried.

My first reaction was anger, and I was about to explode at her, but when I saw her face, I couldn't.

I turned back to face the road, and drove on silently, thinking about that. I guess I wasn't really surprised. She never said she preferred me as a girl, but it was obvious - a fact that I've never really completely acknowledged until now.

But then again, so did the gang… Also something I never fully acknowledged 'til now. And then…

And then I thought of Danielle.

Sure, she liked me dressing up like a girl most times, but she said she never really thought of me as a girl. And whether she said that for my benefit so as not to hurt me - I don't really know.

But she's been consistent. Sure, there was always some confusion about what pronoun she used with me, but it wasn't like she wanted me to be a girl. It was like she didn't care if I was a guy or a girl - that she didn't really prefer me to be one or the other.

But then, whether she preferred me as a girl or not, she did like me to dress like one. But, after thinking of that a bit, I changed my mind. In the beginning, she did like me dressing like a girl, for her own reasons. That gave me the creepy thought, that she liked me as a girl in that way. I guess that's been on my mind the whole time, but I had never really faced up to it. I don't think anyone could blame me for that.

But, over time, that had seemed to fade, that she probably got used to how I was and our dynamic reverted back to brother-and-sister. Except that she still thought I looked best dressed as a girl, and tried to get me to dress like one whenever she could, but only if we could get away with it. But did that make any sense? That she thought of me as her brother yet wanted me to dress like a girl? How did that fit into a normal brother-sister dynamic?

The answer, as I thought it through, was that it didn't.

But was that necessarily a bad thing?

I knew my sister loved me, and she was totally supportive of me. And I loved her, too. And I knew I'd never do anything, or allow anyone, to hurt her.

Maybe she just wanted me looking good, and it didn't matter whether I was dressed as a guy or a girl. The big difference was that it just so happened that I looked better when I dressed as a girl. And I guess, to most of the others, I suspected they thought I looked better as a girl, too.

So, getting me dressed as a girl might just be the same thing when she helped her girl-pals to dress up or shop for clothes. But then she would help me, too, when I wanted to get all duded up. In fact, my current guy ensemble was all largely her idea.

Truth be told, though, girl clothes, with the exception of high heels, felt better: the fabrics were softer, the cut more form-fitting, the choices more varied, and if I really did want to dress like a guy, there were girl outfits that looked like guy outfits, too. I've heard and read about girls complaining how uncomfortable their outfits were, and that it was hard to move in them et cetera, but by and large, they mostly weren't. Girls just liked to complain, I think. Except for the heels. Those really were uncomfortable.

But did Nikki prefer me as a girl? I guess, deep down, I thought so. I mean, here we were, Nikki scheming to have me in girl clothes and spending the night with me, but as a girl. But dressing up like a girl in the band all these months - did that even bother me anymore?

I guess it did.

But didn't Danielle start out that way? And if so, would Nikki eventually get used to me enough that it wouldn't really matter to her if I was a guy or a girl? Just like with Danielle?

I just need to give her time, I guess.

And as for the gang, I guess I'll just stick with them and give it time for that to happen with them, too.

I looked at Nikki.

"So?" she repeated, her worried look now bordering on panic - that I would say no.

I gave her a smile and nodded. She smiled just like a little girl on her birthday, and hugged me around the neck, peppering my face with little kisses. Good thing traffic was light today, otherwise my swerving around might have gotten us in an accident.

***** (Danny) *****

We talked about how to get the others to cover for us, so she said she told her folks she'd be sleeping over at Mel's. She'd already asked Mel and Danielle to cover, and they'd confirm to our folks I was with Mel. For me, I said I'd tell our folks that I'll be sleeping at Morgan's.

"You should have told them last night," Nikki said. "It's pretty short notice. Do you think they'll be okay with it?"

I shrugged. "I think so. They've never said no before, when I tell them I'd be sleeping over at Morgan's, or with the other guys. I'll try and catch Morgan later and tell him to cover for us."

When we got to the school parking lot, and I parked in my usual spot, the rest of the gang was there waiting. As usual. We were slightly behind, so after the usual hi's and hellos, we walked directly to class with minimal byplay. Mel and Danielle were practically sending out morse code to everyone that Nikki and I had something going on later. The gang was curious but didn't know how to ask us.

When the others left for their classes, and just before Mr. Wilson arrived, I explained to Morgan, and he agreed to cover for us. That meant that he'd have to be near the phone the whole night to intercept any calls, but that was nothing new - he'd done it before, as did all of us.

I was distracted for the rest of the day, and most of my teachers commented on it. What the heck, I was distracted.

Over lunch, Fallon came over to say hi, and she took Danielle over to the faculty room to have a chat with Mrs. Sparks, the class adviser for the high school glee club.

The guys then talked a bit about what to do given that Mrs. Piper canceled work tonight. Joanne suggested a movie but Betsy begged off because she had lots of class-president stuff that she had been letting slide.

As for Mel, she said Nikki was spending the night at her place to help her work on a school project. And then Morgan said I was going to help him with the playlist over at his place. Everyone gave each other knowing looks and smirks, and Mikey elbowed me in the ribs. Nikki grinned at me and gave me a big kiss. Talk about transparent secrets…

That reminded me. I gave Mom a call.

When lunch was halfway over, Danielle and Fallon came back. I had to say that Fallon was looking pretty good. Aside from the all-black outfit, she wasn't at all goth-like, and she looked real pretty and, ummm, normal. She wasn't wearing her trademark jewelry as well.

And with the over-abundance of redheads, our group was starting to attract more attention than usual, which delighted the girls, and got the boys primping.

Danielle had taken down notes from their meeting with Mrs. Sparks, and referred to them. She told us Mrs. Sparks said she was excited for this opportunity for the club, and she wholeheartedly supported us. She'd have to talk with the parents and get them to sign the required permission slips, and Mrs. Piper needs to agree to some limitations. Fallon showed us a sample of Mrs. Sparks' form, with lots of scribbled-down notes on it.

So, provided Mrs. Piper can insure that Mrs. Sparks' requirements were complied with, the backup singers were a lock. Danielle was going to call Tracey later and see if she and Fallon could meet with her and Mrs. Piper tonight.

Joanne offered to drive them, so that just left Mike and Jerry.

A little timidly, Mike asked if he could tag along with them to their meeting with Tracey and Mrs. Piper, which started another round of good-natured ribbing, this time with Mike - with the implication that he was sweet on Tracey.

It ended with Jerry tagging along as well, which meant things were set for everyone.

That was a relief, because that meant everyone was distracted from what everyone already knew of Nikki's and my plans.

After classes, to keep up the flimsy pretense, Mel rode with Nikki and me, and Morgan went home on his bike, where I supposedly was to follow. And the rest of the gang, plus Fallon, went on to Mrs. Piper's. Hmmm. Looks like we have another new member for our not-so-little gang.

to be continued...

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