Brenda was a baby deer caught in headlights. I hated to surprise her like this, but I loved it too. I was secretly hoping this would happen when I came over to help Brandon with his car. When I got here, I didn't ask if Brenda was around because I've been trying to throw Brandon off my trail a bit. He didn't need to know that I was into his sister. What older brother would want to know that? I'd keep any sister I had far away from a guy like me too.
"Hi I didn't see you there." She played it cool.
"I saw you." I couldn't even hide the way I was looking her up and down. The things I would do to that body. How could a good girl like her give me such filthy thoughts?
"Brenda telephone!"
The moment was broken by the sound of Mrs. Walsh calling Brenda over to the phone.
Brenda didn't miss a beat. "Excuse me, probably a very important political call." She gave me this sexy little smirk and sauntered off. I couldn't not watch her ass in those little jean shorts. Before I could cran my neck too much to gawk at her, a filthy oily rag hit my face. I puffed out a little laughing breath knowing Brandon had caught me checking out his sister finally. I guess not all the Walsh Twins were totally oblivious to me. That really hadn't been an oblivious look Brenda gave though.
"Keep your mind on Mondale McKay."
I wanted to laugh in Brandon's face. Right, let me keep my mind on his piece of shit rust bucket of a car while his hot sister is in vicinity.
We went back to our work. I didn't want to tell Walsh the car was a lost cause because the thing actually did have a powerhouse engine if we could get it going again.
I'd hoped Brenda might come back outside while we were working but she didn't. I just tried to listen as Brandon told a bunch of stories about what a great car Mondale was and on and on, and how he knew it wasn't the flashiest but it had more heart than all the Beverly Hills Corvettes and Beamers combined. My Porsche not included. I was only half listening. This wasn't like me to not be able to focus when an engine was in front of me. I don't know why but I felt this pull to turn around and look up. That's when I saw her again. Brenda staring down at me from atop the Walsh's balcony. This wasn't a funny flirty stare anymore. It felt heavy, and intense. I took her in until I had to turn away.. She was too innocent. Too midwest. Too good. I had no business staring at her like that, but it felt like something was happening between us without words.
The late afternoon California sun was coming down on my head like a blazing inferno. I was a mess with blackened oily hands and stained clothes. I could taste the oil in my parched throat, we'd been out here so long. With just my luck Brenda wasn't the one to check up on us, but the big man himself Mr. Walsh. Brandon randomly said something to him and then ran inside the house leaving me out here with him.
"So where'd you learn to work on cars?" Mr. Walsh asked me. He didn't have the calm of Brandon or the personality of Brenda. He was definitely a dad who was an accountant like Brandon has mentioned.
"Same as Brandon, from working on cars." I tell him
"Brandon tells me you have a Porsche." I could hear the disapproval in his voice but decided I still had any shot in hell to get on his good side.
"Now that is a happening car," I say a bit too chipper.
"Bought it from your paper route earnings no doubt." The disapproval and sarcasm in his voice was thick.
"Something like that…" I really didn't want to get into my life story with this guy. I could tell he already knew who I was, and didn't like me here in his driveway with his son or daughter nearby. I was used to adults treating me like this. Mr. Walsh worked in finance and my Dad is notorious in the Los Angeles financial world with a reputation no respectable man of business would want.
I could tell he didn't like me already so of course I had the nerve to ask the next question.
"Mr. Walsh, would it be ok if I cleaned up a little you know, maybe take a shower." I tugged at my filthy shirt."
"Of course, let me ask do you take this out in the shower." He tugged on his ear referring to my pierced ear. This guy really was a stiff. Still he was Brandon and Brenda's dad and I didn't want him to hate me.
"Depends on the circumstances sir." I give way too big a smile, feeling goofy from the sun beating down on my head. He could make what he wanted with that answer. Mr. Walsh just looked confused and like he'd smelled something rotten.
We said a couple more stupid remarks to each other and then I ran into the house and hightailed it for Brandon's room. I felt filthy, gross, sunburned and tired. My whole body hurt from the stress of it all. I whipped my shirt off as soon as I got into his bedroom, and tore my jeans off as I walked into the bathroom. I spun the shower knobs quickly and stepped into a steamy wet spray. I let the hot water run over my face and then against my neck and back. The hot steam felt amazing against my tired muscles and mind.
"Brandon can't you ever shut the door, I mean it's hot enough in here already!"
I whipped the shower curtain back and was greeted to the sight of a hot and sexy pissed off Brenda. The look on her face was pure gold.
I couldn't help but look her up and down as quickly as I could as the steamy shower water rained on.
"Sorry…" I managed to get out but not really sorry as I eyed her up and down quickly.
"Uhh no it's ok," Brenda said quickly, obviously mortified to be meeting like this. I caught her eyes moving downwards to where I had the curtain covering my jewels. Luckily she turned around quickly so she couldn't see how instantly hard I was getting with her standing there. I turned the knobs quickly to cold as she turned back around to her bedroom. She and Brandon must share this connecting bathroom with doors on both sides of their rooms.
"You keep popping up on me today," Brenda said now back in her room.
"Yeah," I said, stepping out of the shower. "So you were saying you're uhh into video tape huh?" I threw a towel around my neck and waist.
"Yeah I like movies," she said with a catch in her voice.
"You ever see Animal Crackers? You Know Marx Brothers."
"I think so…on TV."
"Oh it's so much better on the big screen. It's too bad you're on duty tonight or you could see what I mean." I peaked out now from the bathroom and into her room boldly. It felt so good to be in her world, so close to her, breathing in the same air.
"Well…actually my plans got poxed." She didn't sound too upset about that as she smiled sexily.
"You wanna come along?" I ask, trying to sound smooth and normal but unable to control my eyes wandering all over her.
"Yeah," Brenda nodded.
Pleased, I nodded back and then turned away quickly to her bathroom mirror, running my neck towel over my hair and arms roughly, releasing the tension, as the warmest heat ran through my body.
McKay you dog, she's Brandon's sister. Not that that was going to stop me.
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When I finally managed to stumble back downstairs after the world's greatest shower, I stopped in my tracks for a moment as I caught Mr. Walsh glaring at me from the bottom of the stairs like he could hear my thoughts. It was unsettling.
"Thanks for the uhh shower…" I managed to say trying to think of some kind of bullshit conversation to make with her dad again. I usually don't give a shit about any girl's parents but Brenda's family felt important for some reason. Maybe it was how nice and cozy their house felt. It was like a real home where a family actually lived. The house didn't have that sterile Beverly Hills home feel to it, where everything is like a fancy prop designed for show only. It smelled amazing like home cooking and cinnamon. Even the shampoo in the bathroom felt so warm and buttery with this sweet vanilla scent. I imagined Brenda dripping wet inside the shower this time, lathering her gorgeous brunette locks in it, with water and soap running off every curve of her. Me sliding in after to…
I tried to get it together, and stop fantasizing as I took a shaky final step back into the Walsh's foyer. I better wipe this smirk off my face because big Jimbo looks like a fucking mind reader the way he's glaring at me.
"Is Brenda upstairs?" he asks me like an FBI agent.
"Uhh-" Is all I can get out.
"Yo McKay, what time should we get down to Westwood tonight?"
Saved by the Brandon as he walks into the foyer slapping my shoulder and knocking me out of my Brenda trance for the moment.
"Whenever you want B, your sister is going to join us, if that's cool…" I looked at Mr. Walsh as I said it.
"Really, Bren's coming?"
"Yeah she mentioned she didn't have plans so…"
"Dylan would you like to have dinner with us before you guys head out?" A chirpy Mrs. Walsh now pops in from out of the kitchen. Fuck was this even reality? She had on an apron and looked so happy and content. I couldn't not smile at her. I wish some of her sweetness would rub off on old Jimbo next to me who looked so stressed, like his neck would pop his head any minute.
"Can't do mom, we'll probably grab some burgers tonight. Right D?"
"Oh Brandon," Cyndy shook her head. "Next time then Dylan. Very nice to meet you."
"You as well, welcome to town," I tell Mrs. Walsh who beams. I meant that for Mr. Walsh too but he continues to stand there now with his arms crossed maintaining his distance and silently filling the room around us with disapproval.
"So B, I'll uh pick you both up in about an hour," I tell him, a bit hesitant.
"Cool…" Brandon eyes his dad now, and I can tell he's trying to soften the mood his dad is giving off.
"Alright so be back in about an hour. It was really nice getting to meet you all."
"You too Dylan, come by anytime." Mrs. Walsh is way too friendly to a guy like me but she's very charming.
I'd love to I think to myself despite the fact that Mr. Walsh is giving off his paranoid stank eye.
I nod at them all and head out. I hop back in the Porsche and look up at the Walsh house, feeling glad they somehow stumbled out of Minnesota and into my world.
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About two hours later I was honking my horn back in the Walsh driveway waiting for the Minnesota Twins themselves. I would have been here an hour ago but Brandon had phoned and said Brenda couldn't figure out what to wear and needed more time. I wanted to tell him Brenda could show up to the movies in a burlap sack and I'd still find her more appealing than whatever else was out there. I had already seen whatever else and it was empty and vacant. It didn't have that sweet buttery vanilla smell I caught a whiff of instantly as Brenda approached my car with her brother.
"Shotgun," Brandon called out as Brenda walked around the Porsche and timidly opened the door on my passenger side.
"Are you kidding me, you're the world's worst backseat driver," I told him only half kidding and wanting Brenda to know I wouldn't mind if she wanted to sit up front.
"Hey you're not going to make me sit next to this guy are you, he doesn't know Sunset from Laurel Canyon," I tell Brenda through the rearview mirror
That got a small smile out of her, and I flash a big grin her way in my rearview mirror.
"Hey, we've been left coasters for about 5 months now, I'm figuring it out." Brandon defends himself lightheartedly.
I give a big pretend sigh, "Alright alright hold onto your hats kids, we ain't in Minnesota no more." I gun the ignition and reverse down the Walsh driveway onto Hillcrest Drive, lit up in the evening light."
As we cruise over to Westwood, I can't help but steal looks at Brenda in the backseat through the rearview mirror. We catch eyes multiple times, and it makes me want to drive fast. Brandon is going on about some story that happened at the Peach Pit the other night. Apparently some customer had insisted that he kept getting their order wrong when really they were just trying to send him back to the kitchen over and over so they could steal the silverware, napkin holder and anything else that wasn't tied down to the table. When the customer tried to leave, the salt and pepper shakers had fallen out of their pants and rolled around by the front door. They also stole the plate their grilled cheese was on. As I pulled into a spot in front of the movie theater in Westwood Brenda and I were cackling and throwing our heads back in laughter at the sheer absurdity of Brandon's Peach Pit nightmares. Her presence felt amazing and she and Brandon would throw jabs at each other back and forth like lightning. I laughed with my whole body. These Walsh kids were something else.
I jump out of the car without opening the door so I can quickly open Brenda's door before she does it herself.
"After you," I say and the way her cheeks burn up makes me want to jump back in the Walsh's shower but this time with the cold knob turned up.
"Hey what about me," Brandon kids, clumsily getting out of the front seat.
"Sorry B, she just smells better than you." She really did. The scent of Brenda's shampoo hit me again as a light breeze blew her hair around softly. An electric charge went through my veins at being so close to her, and the heaviness of the past few weeks and months seem to blow away with the breeze.
I know Brandon had said, she couldn't find anything to wear but she looked beautiful in these form fitting faded jeans and boots with this sophisticated black blazer.
Brenda seemed to be enjoying our guy banter as Brandon threw a bro arm over my shoulders as we walked into the movies at Westwood Village. It was a busy Saturday night inside. I had been thrilled when I heard a Marx Brothers film festival would be going on this week. Little did I know I'd be here with Brenda.
"So I'm really excited for the movie," she says to me as Brandon looked over the concession stand.
"Me too, Marx Brothers are the best." I smiled at her glad she was here.
"So do you see a lot of movies?" Brenda asked.
"Yeah, I love the classics. They feel so much more real compared to the new stuff."
"So hair, cars, and now movies. Seems like you've got it all covered." She eyes me intently.
"Well not all-"
"Hey guys, what do you want?" Brandon asks us.
"Yo B let me get that," I tell him. I was so distracted by Brenda I forgot I wanted to buy our snacks.
"No way McKay, I got this." Brandon orders the popcorn.
"Brandon, make sure it has butter." Brenda calls and then looks at me, and instantly blushes.
"Yes, butter please," I say begging. Brenda smiles smirking.
Brandon brings the popcorn over, and then suddenly a tall sexy blonde with bushy hair is in my face.
"Hi Dylan," she says.
I instantly recognized her. She's a European fashion model who I'd had a brief fling with when she stayed at The Bel Age while she was here for a shoot in LA. For the life of me though I can't remember her name.
"Hey, how you been?" I ask, surprised to bump into her.
She taps her straw on my chest. "Great," she says as she eye fucks me and then struts away.
"Friend o yours?" Brandon asks, impressed.
"Well, we used to hang out a little bit, you know. I would have introduced you guys, but I forgot her name."
"Nice," Brenda comments sarcastically beside me.
I turn to her. "Wait, it's not my fault. She keeps changing it, to things like Tanya or Blue 'cause her real name is something like Gertrude or Beatrice or Brenda," I add with dramatic effect.
That earned me another straw right in the chest from Brenda, who was not amused.
"That's a mean right hook," I say to Brandon rubbing my chest after Brenda stalks off ahead of us.
"Who do you think she practices on?" Brandon throws an arm around me and we head off to find our theater number and Brenda.
I rubbed my chest again, noting she'd gotten me right in the heart.
Author's note:
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I wanted to get a new chapter posted finally. I'm so sorry for the delay. More goodies on the way as we continue to dive deep into Dylan's inner world. STAY TUNED AND YOUR COMMENTS MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME!