"That's not funny," Barbara whispered, her face pale and her body trembling. She was shaking her head slightly as she stared at the smirking Jenny in shock. "Don't—"
"Oh, come on, Barb!" Jenny repeated herself, giggling in false innocence. She darted lightly toward Sarah and grabbed her daughter's arm, dragging her into her arms. She grabbed Sarah's cheek, pinching it slightly. "Isn't she a cutie? Took after Daddy in the looks, didn't she?"
"Mom, stop," Sarah said, tears beginning to spill over as she saw the horrified look of realization on Barbara's face. "Please, you're high. Please—"
"Hush!" Jenny snorted a laugh as she let go of her daughter's face to reach behind her and smack the girl's backside, and then dipping further down and squeezing in a way that was definitely not motherly. Sarah's eyes widened in mortified embarrassment as she tried to squirm away, her face turning bright red.
Jim had enough.
"Get. Your. Hands. Off," Jim growled in a low and dangerous voice as he moved forward in one quick movement. He grabbed Jenny's wrist and ripped her hand away from her daughter's backside, squeezing tightly enough that he could feel the bones shifting beneath the skin and muscle. He wanted to rip her hand completely off, and he had to silently remind himself at her pained gasp that he was actually strong enough to do so, and he should probably stop before he risked exposing himself. Throwing the woman's hand away, she stumbled back a few steps, and he moved into the space she had created. Jim crossed his arms over his chest, standing straight backed and confidently protective in front of his sister. "You should leave."
Jenny stared at him in shock for a few seconds, clutching her hand to her chest, and then she started laughing hysterically. "Wow, kid! Where do you get those balls? Not Barb or James, that's for sure!"
"Jim," Sarah said in a hesitant voice, and he felt her place a shaking hand on his shoulder. "I c-can—"
"If you really want to go with her, I won't argue," Jim said in a low voice, glancing back at his sister to see her red face. "...but don't let her bully you into this or touch you like that."
"Aw," Jenny cooed in a teasing baby voice, still giggling drunkenly. "Is wittle Sarah getting big brover to protect her?" Snorting with laughter, she looked to Jim again, her baby voice dropping. "Don't let that whore fool you, kid. She loves everything that's done to her."
"Mom, stop it," Sarah begged in a mortified undertone. Jim couldn't blame her; the streets weren't crowded, but being so close to the park meant that they weren't completely deserted either — between the crying baby, the woman who was barely dressed and clearly high as a kite, and the very pissed off teenaged boy, two or three people had stopped to watch.
"What about James?" Barbara said, finally finding her voice again, as well as her temper. Jim could hear the dangerous tone in her now hardened voice, and he almost wilted back from the sound of it. "Jerk as he is, I can't imagine he would put up with this disgusting beha—"
"Honey, you didn't know your husband at all, did you?" Jenny snickered, holding up her cell phone and shaking it playfully. "But, hey! I'll call him to come pick us up, and you can ask him yourself."
Barbara gasped, and Jim heard heart beginning to pound all over again. "He's here?"
"Mmhm," Jenny hummed, biting her lip coyly. "He's driving around on the other side of town, looking for this one here." She gestured to Sarah with her phone. "I tracked her phone, though. James would have let her hide and claimed he couldn't find her. He's cute, but dense. Definitely a good fuck, though — but you already knew that."
"Shut your mouth!" Jim growled, his hands clenching into shaking fists at his sides. "Don't you dare talk that way to my mother!"
"And my daughter is upset enough without your foul language, lady," Claire interjected, trying and failing to soothe the bawling infant.
