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The following Sunday, the week after Thanksgiving, Andrea invited Taylor and her boyfriend, Matt to dinner. Brent was a bundle of nerves waiting for them to arrive. He had several erotic dreams starring Taylor recently and was not looking forward to meeting her again, face to face. She was a flirt, a serious flirt and so was he. The two mixed together could be lethal. Andrea busied herself tidying up the house and checking on the Sloppy Joe she'd put together earlier in the crock pot. Brent moved from room to room not doing much of anything. He kept checking the clock. Taylor and Matt were due at 3 and it was quarter of. He left the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen. He had getting himself a beer on his mind when he collided right into Andrea in the hallway. He grabbed her arms and held her there.
"I'm so sorry Annie!" He said apologetically. She giggled and slid her arms around his waist.
"What is with you Brent? You're acting like my parents are coming over and you're meeting them for the first time!" He rubbed her arms, warming them. He smiled fakely at her.
"It's nothing. I'm just anxious is all. I'm going to get a beer. I think I just need a drink. You want one baby?" He bent down and kissed her lips. She slipped her hands around his head and kissed him longer before finally releasing him.
"No thank you, but I appreciate your asking." She said before brushing past him and into the bedroom. "And by the way, don't expect Taylor here at three, she's notorious for being late!" Brent sighed and shook his head as he moved into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, spied a group of beers standing at attention waiting to be put into action, grabbed one and twisted off the cap. He took a huge gulp when the phone rang. He stared at the phone a moment and it stopped ringing.
"Brent! It's Craig!" Andrea called from the other room. Brent picked up the cordless phone and turned it on. He heard Andrea hang up the phone in the bedroom.
"Hey." He said.
"She there yet?" Craig said. Brent took another long pull off the bottle he held in his hand.
"Nope."
"Listen, you watch yourself Brent. That girl could mean real trouble between you and Andrea." Brent sighed. His brother seemed to think he was stupid. Brent knew the difference between innocent flirting and danger.
"I know, I know! How stupid do you think I am?" And once he said it he knew he shouldn't have. "Don't answer that!" Craig laughed on the other end.
"Dammit, and how I wished you would have let me!" Brent chuckled nervously. "I talked to Mom today."
"Oh?" Brent's eyebrows went up. "And how is she?"
"She's glad you're engaged. Now act like it!!" Brent sighed again. He had absently moved to the picture window in the front of the house and was now gazing out at the street.
"Fuck you Craig."
"And also you Brent." Brent felt butterflies when he spied a metallic forest green mustang slow in front of the house and turn into the driveway. "Mom and I are having lunch tomorrow. She wants to talk about this baby that's supposedly mine." Craig said but Brent hadn't heard him. Taylor and Matt had arrived. Matt was getting out of the car and heading over to the passenger side to hold the door open for Taylor.
"I gotta go. They're here." Brent said and pressed the off button without waiting for a response from Craig. "Your sister's here!" Brent called to Andrea, set down the phone and opened the front door. He went back into the kitchen to pretend that he was busy. He grabbed a bowl of chips and added a few more to it, shoved a couple into his mouth and then took a drink of his beer. He heard people coming in the front door, Taylor's voice giggling about something and Matt responding. He made his way from the kitchen to the foyer. "Well, hey!" He said as he spied Taylor. She was wiggling out of her coat, Matt was helping.
"Hey rock star!" She said seemingly happy to see him. As soon as she was out of the coat she went to Brent, placed her hands on his arms exactly the way Andrea had done moments earlier and stood on tiptoes to place a light little kiss on his lips. He thought he'd felt a spark as their lips met but determined it had to be his imagination. Taylor released him then brought Matt up in front of her. "This is Matt." She said. Matt was not as tall as Brent but stocky. He had a mop of curly brown hair on the very top of his head and the sides were shaved clean. He held a big hand out for Brent to shake. Brent took it and Matt pumped his hand up and down.
"Let me tell you what an honor it is to meet you! Foul is one of my most favorite bands." Matt said excitedly. Brent tried to pull his hand back but Matt continued to pump it. "When Tay told me we were coming here today to have dinner with you I wouldn't believe her!! And here you are!" Brent smiled and showed his teeth. This guy was aggravating and if he didn't calm down it was promising to be a long night!
"It's good to meet you too, Matt." He grabbed Matt's hand with his other hand and used it to pull his other hand free. Matt looked down at the hand surprised and then smiled at Brent.
"Oh, sorry." He said, embarrassed. Andrea breezed into the room and went straight for her sister. The two girls hugged. Brent felt a tingling in his abdomen seeing the two of them clinging to each other. 'Damn!' he thought, 'with the two of them in bed together with himself - he would be delirious!' He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. The one with long, blonde hair and the other, short messy blonde hair. Same body style, long legs .... He looked away and finished his beer in one gulp. He couldn't continue on or he'd have to excuse himself. He looked at the empty bottle in his hand and turned to Matt.
"Want a beer Matt?" Matt looked over to Brent and grinned.
"I sure would sir." Matt said. Brent headed towards the kitchen and motioned for him to follow.
"You gotta quit with the 'sir' stuff. You're gonna make me feel old!" Brent said. Matt chuckled behind him.
"Okay, I will. Sorry!" Brent opened the fridge, grabbed two beers and handed one to Matt. Once opened he held out his beer and Matt touched it with his own.
"Here's to a wonderful dinner!" Brent said and took a drink. The two men went back into the living room by Andrea and Taylor. Taylor was talking excitedly about a new job she'd gotten for a big name department store chain. She was to draw ads for newspaper advertising. Andrea smiled.
"I'm really happy for you Tay. This hobby of yours has really turned into a money maker! And to think you didn't even take not one college course!" Taylor smiled brightly.
"I'd like to see some of your work Taylor." Brent said. Taylor turned to him.
"Would you?" She asked. 'Oh would I!' Brent thought.
"Yeah, I would." He said. "I have always loved art." He cringed. What a dumb thing to say! Andrea looked over at him. He furrowed his brows together and shrugged. "Uhh, want a beer girls?" He asked.
"I'd like something diet if you have it." Taylor said moving over to the couch and sitting down. Matt followed her and sat down next to her. He was so big that when he sat down the couch sank a little and Taylor slid into him. She giggled and he put his arm around her shoulder and hugged her. Brent eyed Andrea.
"Do we have diet soda?" He asked her. She rolled her eyes.
"I'll get it." Andrea said and went into the kitchen. Brent sat down in a chair facing the couch.
"So, Matt, what do you do for a living?" Brent asked.
"Well, full time I am in construction. I do drywall. But part-time I'm a volunteer fireman in my town."
"Well, that's pretty cool." Brent said. "How does that work, being a volunteer fireman?" Matt became animated.
"Well, they give you this pager thing and you carry it around with you and when there's a call the pager goes off and tells you what the emergency is and you drop everything and go!" Brent watched him speak but his eyes kept gravitating to Taylor.
"Wow! What kind of calls have you been on lately? Anything interesting?" Matt gulped his beer and then belched. Taylor smacked him.
"Naw, nothing too interesting! Lots of car wrecks though. I live right by a big expressway and there is always a crash or two. Those are pretty interesting!" Brent frowned.
"Car wrecks? Interesting?" How morbid, he thought. Andrea handed Taylor a glass of diet soda with ice. It was all fizzy and Brent noticed it looked like it had come right out of an ad in a magazine. Taylor sipped it, giggled, and rubbed her nose.
"Well, not like that - interesting but damn! There was one wreck, holy shit! It was a big one! Car parts flung in all directions, bodies here and there ..." Brent looked over at Andrea who sat next to him in another chair facing the couch. She smiled at him and he back at her while Matt went on and on about the bodies ...
They ate around four. Taylor and Matt set the table while Brent helped Andrea in the kitchen. Andrea sat next to Brent and Taylor across from him, Matt next to her. Brent watched as Taylor filled her plate with food and began eating.
"So, Annie tells me you're going back into the recording studio soon." Taylor said to Brent in between mouth fulls of food.
"That's right." Brent said. "They actually gave us the time off for Christmas but damn near the day after we go right back!" Matt grinned, obviously impressed.
"That is way cool, man! Who writes your shit?" Matt asked. Brent's eyes opened wide.
"My shit? Well, Curt writes it. I do some writing myself ... now and then." He said the last part a little hesitantly. He hadn't written anything recently. Not since he'd met Andrea. He told himself he was going to work on that.
"I would love to see the inside of a recording studio." Taylor said, her eyes locking on Brent's. He just stared at her a minute.
"Would you?" He said quietly. "Well, you could come and watch if you'd like." He noticed Andrea watching him out of the corner of his eye and glanced over at her. "Perhaps Annie could take a few days off and you could both come out!" Taylor smiled.
"I would love that." She breathed.
"My God, I would love to come with you girls." Matt said excitedly. Brent cleared his throat. How he would love not to invite him!
"Of course." Brent said shortly.
"Tell me ..." Taylor said looking down at her food. "Are there a lot of groupies that hang around the recording studio when you're there?" She looked up at him, her blue eyes once again locking on his. He stared at her a minute feeling heat rising from his neck. He looked quickly over at Andrea. Andrea glared at him, waiting for an answer. He dropped his fork. It clanked against the plate. He picked it back up quickly.
"Uhh, sometimes." He said, noncommittal. "They are mostly after Curt." He smiled at Andrea showing his teeth.
"Bullshit." She said and turned her attention to her dinner. He made a face at Taylor. She blew a kiss at him. He stuck his tongue out at her. Her eyes opened wide and her eyebrows went up. She made an "o" with her mouth and then winked at him. Taylor crossed her legs under the table and feigned accidentally bumping Brent's leg. She ran her foot up his shin. He jumped and looked over at her. She was watching him, smiling. He glanced over at Andrea and seeing that she wasn't looking, smiled slyly back at Taylor.
"So what should we do after dinner?" Brent asked breaking the silence in the room.
"The dishes hot shot." Andrea retorted getting up from her place and bringing her plate to the kitchen sink. Brent blushed and then shrugged. Taylor watched and giggled. She got up and joined her sister in the kitchen.
"I'll help ya sis." She said. Brent and Matt watched her go and then looked at each other. Matt smiled and Brent smiled back at him.
"Damn, she's hot." Matt said. Brent raised one eyebrow at him.
"That she is!" He agreed.
"You're one lucky man." Matt said. Brent was confused.
"I am?" He asked, frowning.
"Yeah! You're gonna marry one of the hottest chicks I've ever seen!" Brent laughed out loud. Matt was referring to Andrea while Brent was referring to Taylor! Brent got up from his seat and began to clear off the table.
"Well, I consider myself lucky." He winked at Matt before heading for the kitchen.
After the dishes were done, the four of them went back into the living room. They decided to play a game. Andrea decided in order to shake things up a bit Brent should pair off with Taylor while she, herself, paired with Matt. During the whole game Taylor and Brent flirted ostentatiously. It was as though Andrea hadn't noticed but Matt was getting tired of it. At 7 he looked at the clock and told Taylor it was time to go.
"Got to be at the construction site early tomorrow morning." He said. Taylor pouted.
"But I am having fun!" She said tossing down the cards from the game. Matt frowned at her.
"Obviously." Matt grumbled under his breath while grabbing Taylor's coat from the hook it was hanging on. Taylor got up from her seat next to Brent resting her hand on his knee to help herself up. Brent felt her handprint burn his leg where she'd touched him. Taylor slid into the coat. Andrea and Brent got up to see them out. Andrea hugged Taylor and whispered something in her ear while Brent shook Matt's hand again.
"It was nice to meet you, Matt. I'm sure we'll see each other again soon." Matt nodded.
"It was a real pleasure to meet you, Brent! You can guarantee we will meet again soon!" He released Brent's hand and then hugged Andrea. Taylor approached Brent and slid her arms around him for a hug. Brent squeezed gently. Taylor's hand moved down Brent's back to his behind and pinched him. He jumped. Her hand lingered a moment longer and then she pulled him to her for a kiss. Their mouths lingered together too long and finally Brent pushed her backwards. Taylor winked at him then turn and fled out the door. He shook his head as Andrea closed the door and then headed over to the couch to clean up the game that had been left strewn on the cocktail table. Andrea picked up the glasses and beer bottles silently, brought them into the kitchen then made her way to the bedroom where she changed into her nightshirt. She was washing her face when Brent came up behind her. He slid his hands up her ass and around her waist. Andrea stiffened when she felt him touching her.
"Can you at least wait until I'm done here, Brent?" She asked shortly. He backed away while she rinsed her face and then patted it dry. He approached her again and she pushed him away. "Brush your teeth and come to bed." She stated and then left him alone in the bathroom. Andrea crawled into bed and waited for Brent who joined her a short time later. He stripped off his clothes and then slid between the sheets next to her. Not saying anything he pulled her close and began to kiss her. She held his face with her hands while he kissed and his tongue explored. His face was still damp from washing. She ran her fingers through his hair which he had pulled out of the pony tail it was in and freshly brushed. The kissing was growing hotter, Brent moaned and pressed himself against Andrea. She felt that he was hard, hot, and ready for her. She reached down, took him into her hand and stroked him. He moved down from her mouth to her neck and sucked gently.
"Oh God, baby, I need to fuck you ..." He moaned in her ear.
"Then fuck me Brent." She breathed opening herself for him. He positioned himself and prepared to slide right on in when she said, "but be sure it's me you're fucking and not Taylor." He froze and looked at her.
"What?" He asked, incredulous. She blinked innocently at him.
"You heard me." He gulped. "When you are fucking me, Brent, you are fucking me. Am I clear on this?"
"Annie, I, I ...." She waved him away.
"Don't say anything! Just finish what you started stud ..." She smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him towards her. He made love to her and when they were finished she kissed him goodnight and rolled away from him. He lay there a while mentally chastising himself for being so obvious in front of Andrea. He closed his eyes and wondered how this marriage was going to work. Here he was flirting outright with his future wife's own sister and he thought he could resist the flirtations of groupies and band whores? He sighed heavily. He worried about himself. He couldn't chance losing Andrea and his own child but this monogamy thing was a challenge he wasn't sure he could meet. Or could he? He was going to give himself a chance. To start, he would stop the teasing with Taylor. She wasn't worth losing Andrea over. He rolled onto his side and pressed himself against Andrea's back wrapping an arm around her waist. She obviously wasn't sleeping either because she turned her head toward him and kissed him lightly. They stared at each other a moment.
"I love you Brent Scanlon." She whispered. He searched her eyes before speaking.
"I love you too Mrs. Brent Scanlon." He said back. And he did love her. He couldn't and wouldn't let what Taylor made him feel physically get in the way of how Andrea made him feel emotionally. He kissed her again and when she turned away and lay her head back down he pulled her close. A short time later his buddy, Rory, found him on the bed and curled up behind Brent's knees and the three of them slept hugging each other.
