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Twice the Trouble Author's Note: Derek sped into the drive, slammed on the brakes and leapt from the car. He raced around to the automatic sliding glass doors and screamed "My wife is having a baby! Help!" then turned and ran to the passenger side of his car where the door had already opened and his wife Lisa was struggling to get her legs around. "Would you relax a little," she complained as she held her belly. "We have time, I'm fine. This isn't the first time a baby has ever been born. Not even a first for twins." She grunted as she tried to pull herself up out of the seat. Derek grabbed at her arm trying to lend support. He knew she was saying things but he wasn't listening. He was looking around in near panic. At last he spotted a nurse pushing a wheelchair out the door. "Hi, how are we doing?" she asked and offered her hand to try and assist Lisa. "I am doing fine," Lisa finally was out of the car and turned to sit in the wheelchair. "Him, I'm not so sure about." The nurse laughed. "Yes, we see a lot of that here. First time?" "For us yes," Lisa affirmed. Derek was blathering on trying to tell them to hurry and call doctors and other things the ladies were ignoring. They continued talking as the nurse pushed Lisa into the hospital. Derek finally caught on that he wasn't being paid any attention so he went and moved his car to a parking space and then ran back inside to be with his wife. A couple hours later Derek stood looking down at the tiny baby resting in his arms. She was so small and delicate. "How about Luke and Leia?" he suggested. "You can't be serious," Lisa answered while she gently stroked the head of her son nestled in her arms. "I am not naming my children after Star Wars." "Fine, what about something like Patrick and Patricia!" he offered again. "No, no, no," Lisa shook her head. "They are two different people. I am not going to saddle them with similar names." "Fine, but so far I am the only one making suggestions," Derek complained as he moved to a chair and carefully lowered himself. "You were the one that wanted to wait until you saw them before deciding on names. Well?" Lisa lay there quiet while just looking at the baby in her arms, then she looked at her daughter. A moment later she announced, "Kevin and Cheryl." "Really?" Derek queried. "Something wrong with them?" "No, I guess not," Derek rolled them around in his head for a bit. He thought of calling them when they were playing, yelling at them if they got into trouble. At last came to the conclusion the names would work. "OK, Kevin and Cheryl it is." A couple days later they went home from the hospital. Lisa was true to her word, she wouldn't let anyone treat the twins as though they were a package deal, she rejected matching outfits no matter how often she was told how cute they would look. She made sure they knew they were each their own person. * 2 * Lisa was on her knees in a robe over her underwear trying to straighten Cheryl's dress. Cheryl was seven now and was quite steadfast in her feelings about things; especially about dresses. "But I hate wearing dresses!" she tried to push her mother's hands away. "We are going to a wedding and everyone will be dressed up for it. You are a young lady and today you will look like one," Lisa pressed. "Now, please don't mess up your clothes while I go finish getting ready." "Fine," she huffed crossing her arms across her chest, lip pushed out. Lisa waited for a moment, glanced at her watch, sighed and left to put on her own dress and fix her makeup. Cheryl wandered into the other room where her Dad was finishing clipping a bow tie onto her brother's collar. "I can't breathe," Kevin complained. "Of course you can breathe," Derek told him. "It isn't that tight. Look at your sister. Look how pretty she is and she isn't complaining. And you look very proper in your suit. Now why don't you both go sit somewhere until we are ready to leave? It won't be long. Try not to get into any trouble." He hustled out of the room. "Look at your sister, she isn't complaining," Kevin mocked his father. "He should have been in my room before." She sat on a small desk chair. "I told Mom I didn't want to wear a dress." "At least you aren't choking," Kevin retorted pulling at the collar around his neck trying to stretch it out. "I'd rather be choking," Cheryl huffed. They sat in silence for about a minute before the first sign of trouble started. "Maybe I could choke," Cheryl mused. "What are you talking about?" Kevin looked at her confused. "How is choking going to change anything?" "Well, not really choking, but what if I were wearing you suit?" she got that gleam in her eye that Kevin recognized as meaning they were going to be getting in trouble. Thing was, most of the time it was a lot of fun, enough fun that it made the punishment worth it. "What are you thinking about doing?" "Let's swap clothes!" she answered. "Huh?" Kevin was confused. "I'll wear your suit, you wear my dress," she started unbuttoning the front of her dress. "I don't know, Cheryl." He was intrigued by the idea but not ready to go with it. "Mom and Dad will really be mad if we aren't ready when they are." "Then we better hurry." She reached out and snatched the bow tie off his collar. "Come on, get undressed!" Moments later they were both naked which neither thought anything of since they were often trading out at the bathtub on bath night. "Here, put these on," Lisa handed Kevin her white cotton panties with little pink flowers on them. She took his little white briefs from him and put them on. She got his shirt on and buttoned while she watched his struggle to get the white tights on. At last she helped him get them right and handed him the little white slip with the lace trim. She pulled on his trousers and socks while he pulled her dress over his head. At last they both got on their shoes. Kevin went to Cheryl and clipped the tie onto the collar then stepped back and they looked at each other. They started giggling. "I like this a lot better." Cheryl crowed and kicked her feet out looking at the pants on her legs. "Actually, I like this better, too." Kevin twirled around watching his dress float around him. Then he ran his hands down his legs feeling the tights. "WHAT THE ...?" Lisa appeared at the door. "What have you two done?" "Oh, no," Derek moaned from out of sight. "They haven't been alone that long, what could they have gotten into?" "Come and see," she sighed. Kevin looked over Lisa's shoulder. "Oh, my." "Come on, help me get them sorted out," Lisa started into the room trying to decide where to start. "We may as well not go," Derek told her. "We are running late already and if we take more time we may not get into the church." "Fine," Lisa responded. Cheryl's face broke into a grin feeling she had won. "Let's go," Lisa finished. "You kids will just have to stay dressed that way. I am not missing my friend's wedding as well as all the time I spent looking for this dress and getting ready." Derek stood there stunned for a moment. Was his wife really going to take their children out dressed in the wrong clothes? He was still standing there as Lisa brushed past him and out the door toward the car. "I guess she is," he thought. Out loud he said, "Come on, kids, out to the car." Kevin looked at Cheryl. Cheryl shrugged and walked past her father. Kevin quickly followed along. They got to the church just in time for the ceremony. Derek found a seat for them and they sat just as the music changed and the procession started. At first the kids were entertained watching the people walk in and the bride's entrance but as the day wore on they began getting bored. Cheryl started swinging her legs and making the heavy shoes she was wearing clunk against the wooden pew. When Derek put his hand on her legs to stop, she started playing with her bow tie, clipping and unclipping it making little click noises. Kevin on the other hand was becoming more interested in the clothes he was wearing. He started pulling his dress up to inspect his tights and panties. His mother snatched the dress from his hand and smoothed it back down. Both parents were now quietly trying to admonish their children into sitting quietly. "It's almost over," they both whispered at the same time. About ten minutes later Derek had Cheryl's hand while Lisa held onto Kevin as they traversed the crowd waiting to enter the reception hall. Cheryl spotted some other kids playing on the stairs just outside the doors. "Can we go play with the other kids?" she pleaded. "Yeah, can we?" Kevin joined in. Lisa was tired of trying to control them and readily agreed. "Just be careful of those clothes and not ruin them! And Kevin, try and remember you are wearing a dress!" The words were out of her mouth before she realized what impact they might have. She saw several people suddenly turn and look at her and then try and spot the boy she had just called out. "Hi," Cheryl called as she came out of the church, "whatcha doin'?" "Just playin'," one little boy answered. "Why is he wearing a dress?" "Because I didn't like wearing it and he didn't like his suit, so we swapped," Cheryl answered matter-of-factly. "Boys don't wear dresses," he came back. "Why not?" Cheryl pressed. "I don't know, they just don't," he replied a little less sure of himself. "That isn't a very good reason," she told him and began to climb on to a railing to slide down. "Maybe he's a sissy girl," another kid, slightly older and bigger than the rest approached Kevin. "Maybe just a cry baby." He gave Kevin a little shove. Kevin stumbled backward a little but regained his balance. Kevin's face clouded over. He had seen bullies at school and didn't like them much. So far he hadn't been approached by any but he saw what happened if you let them think you wouldn't stand up to them. He straightened his dress and stepped back up to the bigger boy. "I'm not a cry baby, and I'm not a sissy girl either." Cheryl had been watching and was still standing by the railing. "What now? You gonna start a fight and get beaten up by a boy in a dress? Or maybe me? What will that make you?" The other kids were all standing still swiveling their heads with the conversation waiting to see if any excitement would come from this stand- off. The big kid looked at Kevin again, then back at Cheryl. He began to doubt himself. The kid in the dress was supposed to fall down and start crying. "My Mom would kill me if I got these clothes dirty," he said as he backed away from Kevin. After that the kids all started playing creating games of chase and running around and generally having fun the way kids do. That night they got home and got the kids out of their nice clothes and into their pajamas for bed. "So," Lisa pulled the covers around Kevin and tucked him in, "are you done wearing dresses?" "I guess so," Kevin answered. "It was fun and I liked it. I liked it better than that suit I was wearing, but some of the other kids didn't like it. I don't want there to be any trouble." "Why did you do it?" "I didn't like my suit, Cheryl didn't like her dress," he explained. "We just decided to try changing clothes. I liked it a lot better and so did Cheryl." "Just like that," Lisa sighed. "Well, boys don't wear dresses, they wear suits. Just like Daddy and me. I wear dresses, Daddy wears suits." "Does Daddy ever want to wear dresses instead?" "Uh, no, I don't think so," she replied stunned. "Oh," he answered. "Good night, Mommy." "Good night," she kissed his forehead and left the room. She passed Derek as they swapped rooms. She sat on the edge of Cheryl's bed. "Did you talk Kevin into wearing your dress today?" she asked. "Not really, I just suggested it and he said ok," she answered. "We had a lot of fun, except for the boring part. I don't think it would have been as much fun if we hadn't changed clothes." "Honey, boys don't wear dresses, people don't understand, and girl's do." "You wear suits," she argued. "Well, yes, I have a jacket and skirt that I wear but that is different," Lisa tried to explain. "I think it's stupid," Lisa concluded. "I don't like wearing dresses and Kevin seemed to like it." "That is just the way things are dear," Lisa kissed her. "We all follow rules. You'll understand more as you get older. Good night." "Good night," Cheryl turned and closed her eyes. * 3 * "Hey, Kev," Cheryl called as she walked into his room. "Hey, Cher, he answered looking in the mirror trying to get his tie straight. "These school uniforms suck," she plopped down on his bed. "We've been at this school a week now and it is the same thing: white blouse, green plaid skirt. Every single day. And you know how I feel about skirts." "Yeah, I know," satisfied he turned to face her. "I hate wearing ties and these stiff collar shirts. But what can we do, we are freshmen and have four years of this to look forward to." "Yeah, it sucks," she moaned. After a moment she continued, "Do you remember that wedding we went to as kids? We traded clothes and I wore your suit." A smile ticked at Kevin's mouth, "Yeah, I remember that. That was a fun day." "Why don't we do that again?" she began unbuttoning her blouse. "What? No, stop that," he went and pulled her hands away from the buttons. "We are in High School now, not little kids. We can't just walk into school wearing each other's uniform." "Why not? What do you think they'll do to us?" Cheryl pressed. "At best, send us home to change," Kevin answered. "At worst, expel us. And either way we have to face Mom and Dad and explain it." "Well, I'm not afraid of any of that," Cheryl answered heading for the door. "Think about it, I want to do something." Kevin turned and started collecting his books. His mind wandered back to his day at the wedding and playing while wearing the dress. He tried to picture himself walking into school wearing Cher's school uniform and felt a tingle of excitement. They went to school and through the weekend before on Sunday evening Cheryl walked into Kevin's room and closed the door behind her. "This doesn't look good," Kevin told her from his desk where he had been working on his homework. "Just hear me out," Cheryl told him and jumped onto his bed. "On Monday I am going to wear your uniform to school instead of mine. And I think you need to wear mine." "Why?" Kevin turned to face her. "What if you just wear my uniform? You won't get near as much hassle as I would get." "But we need to press the issue from both sides," she pressured. "If it is just me they might find it easier to force me to follow their rules. But if both of us do it, then more people will hear about it and maybe we can get some changes made." "So this only works if I make a fool of myself," Kevin sighed. "You won't look like a fool," she teased. "You still have nice legs and will look great in my skirt. And I think you know that, I think you've been trying on some of my things." "What?" Kevin could feel his face heating up. "I don't, um I mean, I haven't..." "Don't deny it," Cheryl soothed him, "I don't mind. It was my idea back when we were kids. I've seen things moved around and they sometimes smell a little like you. That is why I thought maybe, if I could come up with a good enough reason, I could talk you into it again." Kevin sat there for several minutes. He had been caught. He had tried to be so careful but obviously he wasn't careful enough. So now he was facing the possibility of living out a fantasy he had been dreaming of for the past week: spending another day dressed up in his sister's clothes. He didn't think he could possibly gather the nerve to do it. And this time the consequences would be more than being force to stay in a dress. "OK, I'll do it with you." "Yes!" Cheryl squealed and clapped her hands. "I'm going to get your clothes ready for you. We'll change before we leave, after Mom and Dad go." She kissed Kevin on the cheek and went to her room leaving his door open behind her. "Lord, what have I just gotten myself into?" Kevin asked the empty room. The next morning came and Kevin and Cheryl had breakfast dressed for school as they normally would. Their Mom and Dad puttered about the kitchen getting things ready for their work days and finally both went out the door. "Come on," Cheryl grabbed Kevin's hand and led him back to her room. "We have to change quick. Being late won't help anything; let's give them just one thing to complain about." She quickly stripped down to just her bra and Kevin stripped completely. "Not giving me your bra?" he asked. "I have to wear one, even under your uniform," she told him. "That would just give them another thing to pick on. But don't worry, you'll have one too." Cheryl tossed a stack of clothes at Kevin which he caught and laid on the bed. He picked up a pair of white cotton panties and examined them. This time instead of little pink flowers they had a shiny finish to the outside and lacy accents. His slipped them on and picked up a bra that had similar lacy accents. He clipped it around his waist and slipped it up his body. Cheryl was watching him the whole time while she was getting her clothes on. She could see he had been practicing by the ease with which he put the bra on. She began to wish she had given him pantyhose to wear but the weather was still too warm for that. "If this works out," she mused to herself, "maybe he'll get to wear them one day." She adjusted her briefs; she liked the feel of them, pulled on her pants and finished buttoning her shirt. She looked back at Kevin and he finished pulling his skirt on and got it settled where he wanted it. "Hey Kev, can you help me with the tie? Last one was a clip on." "Sure, face the mirror," he stepped behind her and reached around and began tying it. "There, that ought to do it." He went back and sat on the bed. He bent over and pulled on his knee socks, and finally a pair of Cheryl's shoes. "These are a little tight." "Sorry, I guess we are starting to grow a little different," Cheryl answered picking up her books. "You've got big feet, I am getting boobs. We might not be able to pull this off any more." "Were you planning on doing it again after this?" Kevin stood and smoothed out his skirt. "I need to get my books from my room." "You never know," Cheryl followed him to his room watching his skirt swish back and forth as he walked. They walked to school together and talked a little about what they thought could happen. They just decided to try and go about the day as normally as possible. Kevin walked along enjoying these few moments before the crisis that he knew was coming. He liked wearing Cheryl's things and was glad he let her talk him into it again. It was different this time, he was older, he was more aware of things, of how he felt. He remembered how the tights he wore that day felt. Today he was bare legged except for the knee socks. He liked the airy feeling he was getting under his skirt. He liked the bra around his chest as well. It excited him a bit and he hoped it didn't show. Soon the school came into sight as they walked and thoughts of excitement began to turn to fear for him. Cheryl marched along with her head up, no fear. "Here goes nothing," Kevin thought. "Good luck," he told his sister. "Thanks," she smiled at him, "and thanks for doing this with me. I really appreciate you." They parted ways and went toward their first classes. For a long time nobody actually paid attention to either of them until just as class was about to get started. That's when other student's in both their classes started whispering about the outfits their classmates were wearing. Then the teachers arrived and took notice things began to escalate. "Kevin, please stand up," Mrs. Beck addressed him. "What in the world do you think you are doing?" "Protesting the school's dress code," he stood beside his desk. He stood straight not trying to hide anything. "And how is this a protest?" she asked. "Well, maybe it isn't. I'm wearing everything the code says needs to be worn," he gave his practiced answer. "So it would seem, except you seem to have read the wrong section of the code. Or are you a girl all of a sudden?" The class giggled. "No, I'm still a boy, I just think it isn't right." "Well perhaps that would best be discussed in the office," she finished. "Why don't you collect your things and head there now. I don't think you will be back." Kevin carefully squatted down and picked up his books and proceeded to head for the office. When he got there he found Cheryl already sitting in a chair waiting. "Apparently your teacher was less chatty about things," Kevin told her as he took a seat beside her. "Yeah, took one look at me and said 'Office' and that was it," she snickered. The principal stepped out of her office and looked at the two of them sitting there. "Get in here," she sighed. Once they got in and seated Mrs. Tuttle looked them over. "Kevin, I am a bit surprised. I don't often see you in here. Why are you involved in this?" "I am supporting my sister," he explained. "I see," she sat down behind her desk again. "Do you really want to be wearing a skirt to school?" "Actually, I do kinda like it," he told her and Cheryl snickered. "You think this is funny?" Mrs. Tuttle snapped. "No, I don't," Cheryl answered. "I think my brother is very brave to do this for me and to admit that he likes wearing a skirt, while I admit that I hate wearing them." "But why?" Mrs. Tuttle pressed. "You're a pretty girl. I'd think you would like dressing up in a nice skirt and blouse." "What has pretty got to do with it?" Cheryl argued. "You say all the girls have to wear a skirt but not all of them are what some people think of as pretty. Look at Kevin, I think he actually looks good in that skirt, but he isn't a girl." "That's enough," Mrs. Tuttle responded. "I'm just going to have to call your mother or father and see what we can do." "Better call Mom," Kevin suggested. "Dad probably won't get the message until this afternoon." "Fine, your mother then," she began dialing a number from a paper on her desk. "Hello, Mrs. Davis? This is Mrs. Tuttle at the high school... No, I have both of them here this time... Well it is a dress code issue... Well, it seems they have decided to switch uniforms... What do you mean again? Has this happened before?.... Ah, I see. Well, we are going to have to send them home... Well, they need to come back dressed appropriately...Yes, they are dressed in the school uniform, but it isn't correct for their gender... No, I don't think that qualifies as sexual discrimination.... I can't let them go back to class this way. We will have to address this at a school board meeting. In the meantime they will need to return in their proper attire... No... No... I... They...Mrs... Fine, I'll send them back to class but it would be better that...yes, I understand." She hung up the phone and looked at the two students. "It would seem that your mother has agreed with you about the dress code and thinks it would be wrong to deny you class time in order to send you home since the clothes you are wearing agree with the letter of the code. Kevin, you might be in for a tough time today. I'm certain that some of your classmates will be giving you a hard time about the uniform you have chosen to wear. Your mother has told me she understands this and has absolved us of any responsibility; however, if things get rough for you today, then I want you to come right to this office. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mrs. Tuttle," he answered. "Cheryl, I doubt you will have much trouble though some could still be a problem so the same goes for you." "OK," she started to get up. "Just a moment," Mrs. Tuttle stopped them. "We will address this issue later but I expect you to show up PROPERLY dressed tomorrow. Now, let's just get through today and see if we can get through it without any more problems." They walked out of the office together. "I can't believe it!" Cheryl crowed. "We did it!" "Yeah, but you heard Tuttle. There are likely going to be problems today. Remember that kid back at the wedding? Only this time I bet they don't back down so easy. I figured I'd be going home by now." "Hey, if you want to go home, go," Cheryl nodded accepting the risk he was taking. "We got more out of this than I expected. Just go back into Tuttle's office and tell her you decided to go home and change." Kevin stood there for several moments thinking about it. At last he looked at his sister, "Go back to class. I'll see you at lunch." He turned and started down the hall. Cheryl watched him walk away. She smiled at how much she loved her brother, and knew her brother loved her as well. They got through the day with some problems. Kevin endured a lot of teasing, but it seemed many of the girls in his classes chose to defend him. The one time during the day he needed to go to the restroom he went to the boys' room. He used a stall because he didn't want to stand at a urinal with his skirt held up. Bad enough they giving him a hard time about wearing a skirt, but if they saw the panties he was wearing, well it likely wouldn't end well. He also was careful climbing the stairs when he needed to and mimicked the other girls pinching their skirts so nobody could look up them from the landing below. The day ended, he met up with Cheryl and they began their walk home together. They talked about the day and the problems they faced through the day. They laughed as they walked until they got home. The laughing stopped once they came in the door though. "No, I suddenly find myself on the phone convincing that principal that it is okay for my son to wear a skirt to school!" their mother was hollering at someone. "I know this had to be Cheryl's idea. She is definitely your daughter." They knew she was talking to their dad, must be on the phone since they couldn't hear his voice. "No, I just got home. I want to be here when they get here. I didn't get any more calls from the school so I am guessing they somehow got through the day without getting into more trouble. Wait, they just got here. I'll see you when you get home." She hung up her phone. "What the hell were you two thinking?" "I wanted a change," Cheryl spoke right up. "It isn't fair they make me wear a skirt every day just because I am a girl." "And I suppose you want to wear skirts to school?" she turned to Kevin. "Well," he hesitated and looked at Cheryl. "I just wanted to help my sister." Lisa eyed her son, "That wasn't really an answer. Do you want to wear skirts?" "I, um, well, yeah, ok, I'd like to wear a skirt sometimes. I think they feel nice," he finally admitted. "Oh, good Lord," she threw up her hands. "I don't know what to do about you two. How is it that my daughter wants to dress like a boy and my son wants to dress like a girl? Did that piece of you get swapped while you were in my womb? Ugh, just go to your rooms and get your homework done." A couple hours later they were called down to dinner. Cheryl had changed into a pair of her jeans and a blouse, Kevin hadn't bothered to change. "Why haven't you changed, Kevin," his father asked as he took his seat at the table. "Well, this is actually a lot more comfortable than the uniform I usually where. So I thought I would just leave it on." "Are you wearing a bra?" Derek pressed. "Oh, yeah, Cheryl thought I ought to in case they tried to say something about not wearing one since I was in a girl's uniform. I like it, though. Feels nice." Derek looked over at his daughter. "What?" she held her hands up. "I didn't tell him not to change. That was up to him. If he wants to wear skirts, he can have mine." "You will not be pulling this stunt again," Lisa spoke up. "There is a meeting of the school board in two weeks, they will decide the issue and that will be it." * 4 * Two weeks later Cheryl bought herself several pairs of black slacks to wear to school. She was certain she wouldn't wear a skirt to school again and gave them all to Kevin. And because the school wasn't allowed to discriminate against gender he chose to wear one to school sometimes. He convinced Cheryl to let him have some of her panties for when he wore the skirt because he liked the feel a lot more than his own. He sometimes borrowed a bra as well, but not to wear to school, that brought him more trouble than the skirt, but he would put one on to wear under his blouse while at home. As the years passed he and Cheryl became more different physically. He found he could no longer fit into her clothes. They both started working part time jobs for extra money and he spent a good portion of his earnings on buying his own skirts, dresses, and lingerie. He even chose to wear a dress under his graduation gown. Cheryl chose to wear pants of course. After graduation they were both off to college and they ended up going to different schools. Much to their mother's desire they were not raised to think alike and their independence extended to their preferences of what they wanted in a college. * 5 * Kevin and Cheryl were back at home, Cheryl was sitting on Kevin's bed watching him put his things away as he unpacked. She had been home for a couple days and though they talked by phone a lot over the years they were gone, she reveled in being with her brother again in person. "I can't wait for you to meet Jerry," she was gushing, "he is so sweet and understanding. He gets me, y'know what I mean? He gets me like you get me." Kevin was clipping a skirt to a hanger. "Oh, have you made him wear your clothes, too?" "That isn't what I mean and you know it," she huffed. "Then again, maybe it is. He knows I won't wear a dress or a skirt and he doesn't try and make me. He'll be here Saturday; you'll get a chance to meet him." "Do I have to be sure to dress properly to meet him? It has gotten to the point with me now that I don't even think about it anymore. I put on whatever clothes I feel like wearing for that day." "Wear whatever is in your heart to wear," she told him. "I've told him about our adventures, and that includes the wedding and the school uniform challenge." "He sounds like he is really special to you," Kevin slipped the hanger over the bar and pushed the door closed. "I just don't want to put him off right away." "If I haven't put him off by now, I don't think seeing you in a skirt would do it. You've still got good legs," she laughed. "You bet your butt I do," he rushed across the room and tackled her on the bed. "It's great being back with you again." "Love you too brother," she sighed. Jerry showed up on Saturday as promised. He towered over the twins when they all stood together being introduced. Derek and Lisa watched he and their daughter interact and it was evident that their affection for one another was genuine. They knew they had been dating the last year and a half and it could be serious but seeing them together removed any doubt. "I know how important family is to Cheryl," Jerry explained as they sat at the dinner table together. "I learned early on that if the phone rang and it was one of you folks, I had to wait. I have a good family too, don't get me wrong, we are just a lot more, uh, relaxed I guess about getting in touch with one another." "Perhaps it is because they are twins," Derek ventured. "Maybe," Jerry conceded, "but whatever the reason, I'm glad she has such amazing people in her corner." Cheryl leaned over against Jerry and squeezed up against his arm. "Is it any doubt why I love this guy! But, please excuse me for a moment." She kissed his cheek and left the room. "While she is gone," Jerry spoke in just above a whisper, "I thought it important to tell you that I want to ask Cheryl to marry me. I don't think I could do that without all of you giving me your blessing. If it is too quick, I can wait until you've had a chance to think on it some." "When?" Lisa gasped. "As soon as you all tell me you'd be happy making me part of your family," Jerry answered. "I know how happy she is with you," Kevin answered. "I'm happy for you both." "Kevin is the most protective of his sister," Derek added. "If he has no reservations, I can't see why I would object." "Of course we give our blessing," Lisa finished the approvals. "When will you ask?" "So I hope you aren't tearing him apart just because I left the room for a couple minutes," Cheryl spoke just before appearing at the door and taking her seat again. She mocked inspecting Jerry, "nope, you look like you are still in one piece, no lash marks, no bite marks. I guess they behaved this time." "Oh, they were more than kind to me in your absence," Jerry commented. He glanced around the table at everyone. "II was just telling them of some plans I was working on and I've decided this would be the perfect time to get started on them." "What plans?" Cheryl asked. She saw her mother's eye go wide. Jerry pushed back his chair and dropped to one knee. "Cheryl Ann Davis would you do me the honor of marrying me?" He produced a ring box from his pocket, opened it and turned it to face Cheryl. "I know it isn't a very big stone, but I think we'll be able to improve it working together." Cheryl stared at the ring for a moment, she didn't care about the size of the ring, she had thought this might be coming but didn't expect it at this moment. She looked around the table at her brother and parents. They all appeared to be staring at her holding their own breaths waiting on her response. "Yes," she said in a whisper. Then a little louder, "Yes, yes, of course." She held out her shaking hand and Jerry slipped the ring onto the fourth finger. She launched herself off the chair throwing her arms around him. "I hoped you were okay with wearing a ring," Jerry explained. "I know you are picky about some things." "Ring is fine, you'll be getting a wedding ring too," she laughed. "Oh, Kevin, you have to stand with me." "Of course I will," Kevin smiled at her. "Honey," Lisa broke in. "That should be your best girlfriend. Someone who can set up your bridal showers, help you shop for your wedding dress, help you dress before the wedding." "Well, you know I am not going to wear a wedding dress," she got herself back into her chair and helped Jerry up and back into his. "You don't mind do you?" "Frankly, it isn't the way I pictured my wedding," Jerry admitted, "but then I can't picture you buying a wedding dress. So what will you be wearing?" "Hmmm," she thought for a bit. "I think I'll wear a white tux, except I'll have a green bow tie to match the dresses of my bridal party." "Cheryl!" Lisa objected. "You aren't planning on wearing a tux as the bride and making your brother wear a bridesmaid dress, are you?" "What do you think, Kev?" she asked. "I wore your dress last time we went to a wedding," he grinned. "Why should this be different?" "Jerry," Cheryl turned to her fianc?, "are you going to be good with this?" "It will certainly make for an entertaining story," he laughed. Lisa and Derek just shook their heads. * 6 * Kevin was sitting in a pew at the front of the church. He was clad in jeans and a polo shirt. Cheryl and Jerry were standing at the altar chatting with the minister going over the details of the wedding that was to occur the next day. "Jerry!" hollered a voice from the back of the church. Everyone turned to see who it came from. Kevin saw a tall blond girl dressed in a flowered knee-length skirt and lime green blouse waving as she came down the aisle. "Kim!" Jerry called back. They hugged, "you made it. I was beginning to worry." "Aw, you know I wouldn't miss my brother's wedding. Especially when I am going to be the best girl." Jerry introduced her to everyone. Kevin was dumbstruck. At last they took their places at the front of the church. Jerry and Cheryl stood in front of the minister, Kevin was beside Cheryl, Kim beside Jerry, two of Cheryl's girlfriends from college were lined behind Kevin, and two other guys were behind Kim. The minister went through all the instructions and expectations of the ceremony. Then they practiced the kiss and the egress. Jerry and Cheryl walked arm in arm up the aisle. After a respectful pause, Kevin and Kim came together, linked arms and followed them out. "You don't say a lot," Kim commented. "I'm sorry," Jerry stammered. "I'm just, well, I don't know what I'm just. You take my breath away." "Wow, aren't you the smooth talker," they had reached the doors but Kim didn't let go of Kevin's arm, and he didn't try and pull away. "Is it true you are going to wear a dress to the service? And Cheryl is wearing a tux?" "Um, yeah, I guess so," he answered. "Cheryl is her own person, and fortunately, Jerry likes that about her. What about you?" "Jerry thought the symmetry would be nice if I wore a tux, so I will," she explained. "I don't mind, I don't need another bridesmaid dress in my closet collecting dust." "Oh, well Cheryl picked out some nice ones," Kevin explained. "They'll be good for another formal event." "Go to many formal events in a dress?" "Oh," Kevin felt the heat rising in his face. "Actually, no, I haven't. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't. I suppose Jerry already explained that I like wearing them on occasion." "Not really," she smiled. "But I would like a chance for you to explain it. Maybe we can talk more after the rehearsal dinner?" "Yeah, sure, I would love that," Kevin sputtered, shocked that she was still talking to him. "Good," she finally released him, "we'll talk later. I need to get with my brother for a bit." "OK, later." * 7 * Kevin and the two girls stood in their matching green dresses. The front hem was just above the knee, the back just above the heel. It had a V- neck and a half sleeve. They wore matching heels. He stood watching his sister dressed in her tux escorted by their father, walking down the aisle to meet Jerry. He was so proud. She looked amazing. He was nervous and embarrassed at first in the back room helping her get ready. She didn't really need a lot of help, except tying the tie. He wondered if she had learned and just liked him helping her tie it, or if she still didn't know how. The embarrassing part was walking around in his panties with two other girls he hardly knew also in their underwear trying to get ready. Once they grew accustomed to being there they relaxed and had a really good time. He glanced away from Cheryl long enough to take a peek at Kim across the way. Their eyes met as she had already been looking at him. They both immediately broke into a smile. Kevin stood through the ceremony holding back tears of happiness as he watched his sister exchange vows with the man who would be the center of her life from now on. He knew he would have a part in it, but maybe just a little less of a piece of her. His heart swelled as he watched their first kiss and then began their walk into their new life. He turned and stepped toward Kim. "You look beautiful," she told him. "Is it okay to tell you that?" "Yeah," he grinned as he took her arm, "I like it that you think so." "I never imagined I'd find myself liking a guy that looks that good in a dress, let alone one that even likes dresses," she whispered as they walked up the aisle. "Must run in the family," Kevin whispered back. "You brother fell for a girl that hates wearing them." "Yeah, I noticed," Kim answered. "I think I might be able to stay in town for a few more days. Do you think we might go out to dinner somewhere?" "I'd like that very much," Kevin answered as they reached the door. He pulled her to the side out of the way of the rest of the procession. "You know, just because you are in a tux, and looking very fine by the way, and I am in a dress, doesn't mean that you have to take the lead in asking me out. I could ask you out." "Would you have?" she pressed. "Yes," he insisted. "I would have. Once I was sure you weren't leaving town right away." "Well, I just told you I'm staying and I asked. So we are good." "Fine," Kevin laughed. "My sister got me into a lot of trouble growing up. I have a feeling you might be a little trouble too." "Let's get through a first date before you go picking out a wedding dress, okay?" Kim teased. "But, yeah, I might have caused a little trouble for Jerry growing up. He is only a year older, but so easily talked into doing things by his little sister." "Or his new wife I'll bet," Kevin amended. "I'll bet."