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The balmy evening was turning into night as Joe took another gulp of his bourbon rocks. His jaw and gut tightened while his anger grew. He nearly had to force his head to turn in order to stop staring at the half dozen couples dancing on the patio near the end of the pool. His eyes settled on his mother sitting at the umbrella table with Stan and Betty, the parents of Tom, the groom to be. At 48 and after four kids she was still slim and very pretty. Joe thought if she dyed her hair she would look to be in her mid 30s, well, maybe more like 38, she did right now, 38 with prematurely graying hair. As far as he knew she was still "alone" as she had been since their father died seven years ago, although she did have a male friend that Joe wasn't sure fell under the category of "boyfriend." It was a guy her age she met at her job, a position she took a couple years after Dad died. She was a secretary at a community college in the area. Luckily she didn't really need the paycheck. Dad had a huge life insurance policy which included a clause that paid off the mortgage on the house. Joe thought she should sell it, so did his older sister Kate. Mom didn't need a house this big anymore. He and his sisters were on their own now, that is, except for Meg.
He took another gulp of his bourbon. He knew he was approaching the line between nicely inebriated, and drunk. Not quite as wasted as Meg was right now though. He again told himself not to look at her. He quickly glanced around, then as furtively as possible readjusted the bulge in his crotch. There were quite a few people around the patio, for this "impromptu," albeit planned, post rehearsal dinner "come over for a drink" party. Jen had a ridiculous number of bridesmaids. In addition to Kate and Meg, there were four more, all with their boyfriends or husbands here, except for Meg who had recently broken up with her asshole boyfriend. Only one bridesmaid's boyfriend was a groomsman, the other five groomsmen had girlfriends or wives with them too. Mom had invited some relatives and a few friends, Kate had asked a couple friends over, plus a few relatives of the groom were in attendance. Mom's male "friend" wasn't around. Maybe his absence proved he wasn't a boyfriend.
He took another swig of his drink and without thinking looked at the group dancing. It had grown by a few more couples. He stared at his drunk little sister, maybe she was high too. Her hands were holding the wrists of Tom's brother, the guy's hands were gripping her waist as she grinded her bubble butt into the asshole's crotch. She was making a fool of herself again and he hated her for it. He also hated her for causing the bulge in his pants. He wasn't exactly sure when he had started getting hard-ons about Meg. It was around a year or so before his dad had died when she started "turning into a woman." She had gotten curves, her ass had filled out, but if he really thought about it, maybe it had always had that seductive pouting curve. Her tits had grown but even now at 20, she still didn't have a very large rack. She was still petite, not much more than 5'-3", she was pretty, but often looked more cute than pretty, although he really couldn't point out what the difference was. Yeah, she seemed cute and hot a lot of the time, like the eighth grade Catholic school girl she was when he first noticed her ass and legs, and that she had a waist. Jen and Kate were maybe a bit prettier than her, but there was just something about Meg that made his mind wander into areas which gave him thoughts and desires he knew he shouldn't be having about his littlest sister.
Joe felt a hand on his shoulder and nearly jumped in his chair. His older sister, Kate, pulled up another chair and sat next him. She was still hot looking for a 27 year old mother of one. It seemed all the women in the family looked younger than their age. Kate looked a few years younger than him. Jen was 24 and looked 19, Meg was 20 and half the time looked 15. It had to be his mother's genes at work.
"Joe, why don't you..." Kate exhaled sharply. "Listen, will you ask Meg to... to take a break from dancing, and... and
drinking
. Jen's getting upset and..." Kate exhaled again. "So is Tom,
and
Jim's wife. Meg's... she's acting like a flirt."
Joe got angrier but kept his voice down, "Why don't
you
drag her away, or... or
Jen
, or... or have Jim's
wife
whatever her name is, or fucking
Tom
drag
his
brother's little
prick
off
her
ass." He took a gulp of his bourbon.
"Sssshh." Kate glanced around. "Come on, Joe. Meg listens to you. We think you should cut in on Jim, finish dancing the song, then get her into the house to... to relax, to... to take a break. Sober her up. Talk to her. She'll listen to you."
"That's
bullshit
. She hasn't listened to me in
years
."
"You know you can get her to stop acting like... like an
idiot
. She just tells us to... to screw off."
"Maybe
I
should tell you to screw off." He exhaled sharply. "She's in college, she's almost 21. I'm not going to be baby-sitting her. Why the hell doesn't
Mom
tell her... have Mom send her up to her
room
?!"
"Ssssh!" Kate glanced around again. "She laughs at Mom too." Kate sighed. "C'mon, Joe. Cut in, finish the song, then take her in the house and... and give her some coffee or something."
Joe released a sardonic chuckle. "If I give her coffee, that'll just help her stay awake longer to act like a fuckin'
slut
."
Kate spoke harshly, "Don't
talk
like that. She's
not
really loose. She just
acts
like it." She frowned and raised her eyebrows, her voice became colored with a heavy dose of whine, "C'mon, Joe.
Pleeease
. You don't want her or Tom's stupid brother to cause a scene, do you? You want Jen to have a
perfect
wedding, and perfect party tonight, don't you?"
His jaw tightened yet again. He did want Jen to have a nice wedding without any crass occurrences or disruptions. Of his three sisters, he probably got along best with her. She was two years younger than him. He was fairly close with Kate too, but she had always tried to lord it over him even though she was only a year older. The only good thing about the current conversation was that it had deflated his hard-on by half. He sighed, then growled, "I still think
Tom
should talk to his
fuckin' brother
, but... for
Jen
... yeah... sure...
fine
. I'll drag Meg away from the asshole." He drank the remnants of his bourbon rocks, handed the glass to Kate, then pushed up out of the chair with his muscular arms.
He headed towards Meg and Jim. He really hated her acting like a slut and he was equally pissed at Tom's brother, who was pretending to be a player even though the asshole had to know his fuckin' wife was watching. Joe was less than 5'-9" but he exercised with free weights religiously, there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. Jim was a few inches taller and although not out of shape either, Joe was almost hoping the guy would toss a punch at him. He tried to focus on his concern the the stupid party be fun for Jen, but all he could think about and see was Meg grinding her fucking hot ass against the son-of-a-bitch's humping groin. He walked up behind Jim and clamped his hand on the asshole's shoulder. He leaned his head towards the guy's ear.
Joe growled, "Hey,
Jimmy
, take your fuckin' hands off my little sister right
now
. Go find your
wife
and grind that little dick of yours into
her
ass."
Jim twisted towards Joe but didn't remove his hands from Meg's waist. "Hey... we're jus' dancin' here, dude. Jus' chill, J..." He stopped talking when he took notice of Joe's intense eyes and clenched jaw. "Hey, man, your sister
wants
to
dance
. I'm jus'..."
Joe remembered a few of the tricks from his high school wrestling days. As Jim spoke, he moved his right foot behind Jim's left heel. He grabbed the guy's shirt collar at the nape and yanked him back, while his other hand gave a quick little push to Meg's back. Jim stumbled backward over Joe's foot and would have fallen but Joe's other hand grabbed the front of Jim's shirt and stopped his fall. They both heard the cotton rip.
Jim shouted, "You asshole!"
Every muscle of Joe's body tensed and his now free right hand formed a fist as Jim straightened up and shoved Joe's left hand off his shirt. Luckily Jim's wife, Tammy, walked up. In heels, she was about Joe's height. She looked to be a few years younger than him, pretty enough, although a little overweight. Maybe she was pregnant.
Tammy looked at her husband. "Jim, come... come dance with
me
." She laced her arm with her husband's and pulled him.
Joe growled again, "Yeah. Go dance with your wife,
Jimmy
."
Jim's eyes glared. "You're a fuckin' asshole. You know that?"
Tammy tugged harder. She knew her husband was drunk again. "Jim.... come on...
please
. Come sit with me." He scowled at Joe but let Tammy pull him away.
SMAT! Joe flinched at the stinging, hard slap on the back of his shoulder. He quickly turned around.
Meg shouted, "What're you doin', you
ass
!" Her arm cocked back again. Joe's arm wrapped around hers in an armlock to stop another swat. She reared back with her left arm, and he quickly put both his arms around her, trapping her in a hug. "Let me go! We were jus' dancin'! You're such an
ASS
!"
Joe lowered the volume of his stern voice, "Shut the fuck up, you little bitch. Don't ruin this for Jen."
"Me?! It's
you
!
You're
ruinin' it for... for
everyone
!"
"Keep your voice down, you little shit." He moved his arms, putting one around her shoulders, holding her firmly against his side, his other hand gripped her upper arm at his chest. He started pushing and pulling her towards the house.
"Shut up! I'll talk anyway I
wanna
