The Forbidden Dance PT1 (The Dance of Rage)

The teen sighed as he shut the TV off. Nothing good was on. He yawned, stretching as he did so. He wasn't tired, far from it. He was bored. "Sis, we really don't have time to do anything?" He asks, bending his head backwards over the couch to look into the kitchen. His sister rubbed her head as she sipped her drink. He was pretty sure it was tea.

"No, Vince, I have to leave in ten minutes to go to work. You can figure something out, you're a big boy." His sister says dismissively. Vince frowns slightly. They always used to do things together and lately she's been tired or distant. Her job has to be the cause, he knows if he was stripping nightly for people that his mental health would take a hit. So instead of being upset - or instead of showing it - he gives his older sister a small smile.

"Yeah I can. You want me to fix you lunch Riley?" His sister immediately shakes her head. "I'm gonna buy something on the way there. Might be best for me to head out there now actually." Riley then dumps her tea into the sink, before grabbing her coat. "Bed by midnight, no friends over and no sneaking out. You know the rules." The young woman says as she walks towards the door, not even looking at him.

He ignores the hurt and almost nods before saying "Yeah, no. I promise. Love you, stay safe." His sister merely hums as she opens and shuts the front door. Vince waits a few minutes, before pulling his legs up onto the couch and holding his body tightly. He knows she's upset about something, most likely work related but... He really wishes she wasn't like this. They used to get along so well.

Now she was barely home. And even when she was here... Well, she wasn't here. Not mentally at least. In the last month he's pretty sure he's seen her for maybe five hours in total. He's tried to hang out with her. Watch TV, play board games. She never has the time, or she's tired, or a dozen other excuses. He isn't mad and he's not going to blame her, she's had to take care of him for nearly three years alone ever since their parents died.

He's NOT going to give her more trouble than she's already got going on. And he's been the best brother/surrogate son or whatever you call it, but it was easy when she wanted to spend time with him. Lately he's felt so alone and... It's just really, really hard. Vince knows he needs to talk to Riley, he does. But he just doesn't know how to start that conversation up in a way that doesn't sound like he's blaming her.

He loves his sister. He doesn't want her to think for a second he's ungrateful or pissed off. Vince chews on his lips as he rubs his legs comfortingly, before he shakes his head. "I should just go to bed." He tells himself, as he stands up and walks into the bathroom. He brushes his teeth as his mind wanders, but thankfully he doesn't get lost in his thoughts. Instead, he just looks into the mirror at his reflection.

He'd just gotten a haircut recently and he thinks that the barber did a good job. Vince runs a hand through his brown hair and smiles as he remembers better times. Well, there goes not being lost in his thoughts... He shakes his head and walks away towards his room.

By the time he's changed into his pajama pants he's ready to be dead to the world. Though, it does take longer than he'd like before he finally drifts off to sleep.

....................

"I need a hero, to save me now!"His phone blares loudly, making Vince jump out of bed. Vince yawns obnoxiously before he grabs his phone, his eyes still too gunked up to read the caller ID. "H'llo?" He says groggily. There's a snort on the other end of the line. "Vinnie! You asleep already? The night is just starting man!"

Ah. Jeff. One of the newest friends Vince had made. (One of his only friends if he was being honest) Vince coughs awkwardly and rubs his eyes harshly. "I uh, feel asleep. On accident... What time is it?" Vince asks, and Jeff just laughs. "Sure man, sure. It's nearly one and me and the boys were gonna raid the town, wanna come with?" See, Vince knows he'd be in serious trouble if he leaves. His sister doesn't give him many rules, but the few he does have she expects him to follow religiously.

But... Jeff is like the one person besides his sister who he can consider a friend. And if he can't hang out with one of them... For a moment he really considers it. He doesn't want to break her rules and give her a harder time than she's already going through. But he's also tired of feeling so <i>lonely</i>. In the end, his mind is made up quickly.

"Sure, sure. Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready." A horn honking outside makes his head whip around, and laughter can be heard in the background of the phone call. "We won't wait all night! Get your ass out here!" Jeff says, hanging up the phone. Vince instantly springs out of bed, rushing over to his closest. He grabs a plain black shirt and a pair of basketball shorts before grabbing his shoes and tieing them on like a monkey on crack.

He grabs a breath mint from the kitchen as the horn honks once more. Vince just barely has the presence of mind to grab his keys and lock the door before running down the apartment steps, swinging the door wide open. The black Porsche he recognizes as Jeff's goes wild as the teens inside cheer when they see him. Vince smiles as he runs up to the car.

"Sup boys?" He says as he opens the back seat, scooting into the car. Vince sees three other guys besides Jeff. Craig, head of the football team and Phil, one of Jeff's cousins. Mack is also here, the local stoner. Huh, didn't know he hung out with Jeff... "Nothing much Vinnie, what's been going on besides you snoozing. On accident?" Jeff says in the driver's seat as Phil, Mack and Craig chuckle. Vince just laughs. "Man shut up, and drive Jeeves." The car erupts with Oh's and Awe's, before Jeff makes a fake, annoying laugh.

"Well we figured that maybe we catch a nightclub later on and pass around the pipe. First thing's first though, we need to see some titties!" Mack cheers loudly, and Vince swallows air. He's a bit nervous, but he plays it cool. "Dope. I'm in, where we heading too?" The car takes off at a speed Vince thinks is illegal.

"The Call of the Wild, greatest strip club in town!" Jeff says, and Vince sighs in relief. He's fairly certain that his sister doesn't work there. His eyes widen when he realizes he needs a fake ID though to get in, but as he pats his shorts down he finds that he did grab his wallet and so the ID Jeff got him a while back is still there.

Still, this was the first time he'd ever have to use it. He hopes he can at least have some fun tonight and being busted for a fake ID would NOT be fun.

....................

Vince was nervous. Genuinely, he was barely having a good time and he didn't understand how his 'friends' were so hyped up. The teen took another look at the stripper on stage, before turning his head away. It's not that he hated the view; she and every other dancer so far were great.

But he just didn't feel comfortable in here anymore. His fake ID could only get him so far and the bouncer occasionally looked over to their table which really set him on edge. Jeff smacked his back hard. "Dude, lighten up! We'll be fine, right guys?" The other friends in his group all cheer and raise up their glasses, all filled to the brim with cheap beer.

Vince softly smiles, and raises his own glass. "Cheers." He says quietly, and his friends all clink their glasses together. "Vince, come on man, if we were gonna get in trouble we already would have, so let's just have some fun ok?" Craig said, and Vince took a deep breath before nodding. He really was worried for nothing, but that's just who he was to be fair.

As he calms himself down, the music ends and the stripper gracefully walks away. Maybe he can enjoy the next one that comes out.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, one of our newest girls who has proved time and again that she's the best dancer here, give it up for Wendy!" Vince's eyes go wide as he hears the name, and they go wider when he sees her come down the stage in a provocative strut that would leave any man weak in the knees.

Unless of course, she happened to be your sister. As she starts to dance around the pole in bright blue lingerie, Vince starts to panic once more. Since when did she change clubs!? The teen watches in shock as his sister twirls her body, mesmerizing everyone in the establishment. Cheers and whistles are heard, but Vince can barely pay attention to them through his pounding heartbeat.

"Holy fuck, she's a goddess!" One of the group says. "Ugh I love a beautiful brunette. You never see them these days." Vince swallowed nervously as he finally pulls his eyes away from his sister and tries to duck down without seeming too obvious. What the fuck is he going to do? He's not too close to the stage so maybe she won't notice him?

The lighting in the club is also shoddy so there's a good chance she'll just finish her dance and Vince can make an excuse to leave. The beer maybe? It's his first time drinking, can a few sips make you nauseated? Ugh he's got so many things he needs to plan before -

"Dude, Vince the cutie is staring at you!" He doesn't want to look up. There's no way in hell she knows it's him. Vince barely turns his head, just enough to get her in his vision. And while she's still dancing with the same professional air about her that she had when she started... She's definitely staring directly at him.

Fuck.

Okay, now he's dead. As the song ends and people cheer, he sister gives him a death glare before she finally turns and walks backstage. He wonders if he can make a run for it. "Holy hell, does she have the hots for you or what!" Jeff says, laughing. The teen then snaps his fingers. "Hey who here wants to get the little guy a dance from her?"

Oh no. Please no.

The other guys laugh and cheer as they start talking out money from their wallets. Vince tries to say no. Tries to say anything but his nerves are on fire. "So like how many dances is this? Nine, ten?" Phil asks one of them. Vince barely pays attention to them, until they call a... Dancer over.

"Hey our friend here wants Wendy for a few dances, how many can he get with this?" Jeff asks. The dancer - a blond bombshell - hums thoughtfully. "Probably ten. Maybe eleven if she really likes you." The blonde turns and winks at Vince. "You know she's got her own VIP room already? I'll take you there baby." Vince just nods, accepting his own death at this point.

There's nothing he can say that wouldn't get his sister in major trouble, so instead he just stands up and follows the lady as she escorts him through the club and down a small hallway. There's tons of doors, but she stops near the end and opens one of the rooms up. Vince walks inside and notes just how small it is, with only a chair and a bit of room to stand.

"She'll be here shortly, cutie, so just get ready and remember, no touching." She says as she shuts the door. There's a slight change of tone when she says that last part, but Vince doesn't have the mental strength to figure it out right now. Instead, he sits in the sole chair and decides to wait for his life to be over. He needs to calm down but he just can't. The teen takes several deep breaths, trying to figure out what to say so that maybe she won't be totally pissed at him.

He manages to think of a good few things before the door opens, and he then loses everything he had built up in his mind. The first thing he sees is the absolute rage in Riley's eyes as she practically slams the door closed behind her. His sister looks down at him with a level of anger he's rarely seen.

"Vincent Terry Jackson, just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Vince opens his mouth, before music comes in on the speakers. "Let me just try to see if I've got everything. You're drinking - maybe even doing drugs for all I know - you're out past curfew AND out of the house when I told you to stay there, and you're here in my strip club fucking paying for me to dance for you?" Vince shakes his head.

"No! The last part wasn't me at all, it was those - " Riley scoffs harshly. "Forgive me if I don't feel like believing a damn thing you say Vince." Vince can't take it anymore.

He snaps.

"I'm sorry! Ok I'm fucking sorry! I should have stayed inside but lately I've just been so tired of being alone with no one to talk to since you keep avoiding me!" Clearly, this was the wrong thing to say. Riley scowls at him, and he can tell he just made everything worse.

"I'm sorry I'm not at your beck and call Vince, I'm working to keep a roof over our heads and to make sure you can still afford to fucking go to school." Vince knows he's fucked up. He opens his mouth but Riley just scoffs, and then she looks at him. Her gaze is intense and Vince doesn't want to know what she's thinking. He turns his head slightly away from her. For a few moments there's no sound except for the music, but even that ends. As the next song starts, Riley chuckles humorlessly.

"You want me to hang out with you more? Fine. Sure. I'm being paid for this time after all, may as well use it." She reaches around for her bra and takes it off, Vince's eyes going wide. "Ry, what are - "

"Shut up Vincent." His sister demands, as she walks forward and sits on his lap, throwing her arms around his neck. "You want bonding time then fine. Let's bond." Her hips start to move against his groin and her breasts are squeezed against his chest. Vince can barely breathe, his nerves have gone way past what they were before. His heart is beating and it takes everything he has to choke out a response.

"Ry - Riley, what are you doing?" His words are so soft he can't even hear them. Riley just gives him a blank - but angry - stare. "What? Now you don't want us together? I thought you were pissed we weren't hanging out; make up your mind Vincent." As her body rocks and moves against his, as her breasts push further against his chest and her own groin grinds against his... Vince shivers. Riley scoffs.

"You're not supposed to enjoy this dumbass, what's wrong with you?" Is he enjoying it? He's not sure. He definitely wants her to stop but that ship has sailed. "This is - is wrong Riley, I - " Riley laughs. "Wrong? Like violating curfew? Like underage drinking and God knows what else? Like having a fake ID and getting into a strip club?" Riley moves her head closer to his ear.

"Like buying a lap dance from your sister and enjoying it?" She whispers. Vince can feel his body reacting, even as his mind feels torn. His dick starts to harden, and Riley bites his neck. Hard. She sucks harshly and Vince winches in pain. However, her hips grind harder against his ever growing erection. "I... Fuck." Vince whimpers. From the pain or the pleasure, he's unsure. Riley finally releases his neck and lays her forehead on his.

"This is supposed to be a punishment, but you're really enjoying it, aren't you?" Riley's eyes stare into his, and he swears she gets even angrier. "All you fucking pigs are the same." Her voice sounds bitter, and angry. So angry... "Sorry - I'm so sorry." He manages to say over his overworked brain. Riley's expression doesn't change. At all.

"Just fucking cum already, I'm tired of this." Her body gyrates even faster against him, her boobs on his chest now easily felt under his shirt. They're so unbelievably soft... He can feel heat from her crotch and his cock has never felt so good. At the same time, his mind is a total mess. He can't tell what he wants more, for her to keep going or for her to stop. He starts to pant, his pleasure becoming too much to bear.

"I don't..." His orgasm hits hard, and his shorts are quickly stained by his cum. His hands, which laid over the chair this entire time, finally start to work once more. As his orgasm finishes and Riley slows her movements, he reaches out to touch her. She slaps his hand away. "Don't you dare touch me." She says with disgust. Vince also finally comes down from his high, and immediately tries to apologize once more.

"I didn't want - I just, I'm sorry." He says awkwardly. Riley slowly unravels her body from his, her gaze still looking angry. But... "Just get the hell out of here. I'm unlocking my car and you're waiting in there for the rest of my shift." She points at him aggressively. "And so help me Vincent, if you're not in that car when I get off work-" Vince immediately stands up. "I'll be there, I'm going now." He says, and no sooner than Riley opens the door does Vince speed out toward the parking lot. He doesn't care about Jeff or the others.

Right now, he needs to process just what the hell happened in there...

.....................

Vince curls up into a ball as soon as he enters the car. He sets the passenger seat as far back as it can go and puts his phone on Do Not Disturb. The teen wants to pretend the last twenty minutes had all been a horrible nightmare, but the wetness in his shorts proves otherwise. Fuck, he came from a lap dance from his sister. That's gotta be a new low.

Like yeah maybe she should never have even done it in the first place, but he was the freak that enjoyed it. That's not a good thing, not at all. He's unsure just how much trouble he'll be in once her shift ends and they're back at home. Would she... He doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want to think about anything. But he's got no luxury of that at all, so instead he grabs his phone, and stares at the screen. He brings up the messenger for him and his sister.

Nearly the last thirty texts have all been from him.

He just looks at the screen for some time, unable to even have the slightest clue where to begin. Eventually he starts typing.

[I know you won't believe me, but I really am so sorry. I love you.]

He hits send, and sets his phone on the center console. There's a few missed calls, presumably from Jeff but he's not interested in the slightest right now. If only he'd never have left the house, how could he be so stupid? And now he's sitting here confused as hell and torn between upset at himself for having an orgasm after his sister grinded all over him, and upset at her for thinking that that was a good idea for a punishment.

But... Maybe it would have been a good idea? He's the sick freak who got off to it. Did he... Really enjoy it that much? His body was loving it, yeah (and that's something he's going to put into a box, shove it into a corner in his mind and never think of again) but mentally he was overwhelmed. He can't say for sure whether he did or didn't like it. And that thought scares him. He's always a weirdo for the way his mind freaks out over everything, he doesn't need to be an ever bigger freak than that.

Vince doesn't know how long it is before he turns over and checks his phone. There's no new messages, but Riley did read his last one. The fact that she hasn't texted back could either be great or bad news. Vince tries to read stuff online, but he can't get into it. Eventually he drifts off to sleep.

A bang wakes him up, and he feels like it's just been a second since he closed his eyes. The car turning on however disputes that, and he turns over to find Riley there. He doesn't know what to say. She clearly doesn't either, and at least she looks less angry than before.

Maybe.

"I-"

"Say you're sorry one more time and I'll give you something to feel sorry about."

Ok, so she's still mad. Noted. He turns back over and the drive back home lasts in complete silence. No music, no talking. Nothing but the sound of the car as it moves along. Eventually, the car stops and Riley gets out of the car first. He trails behind her as the two walk up into their apartment. The tension is palpable as he shuts the door behind them. The early morning light still hasn't quite come up yet, so the apartment is shrouded in darkness until Riley turns a light on.

"At least you locked the front door. I suppose I should at least be thankful for that." Vince sighs. He's fucked up so badly in the course of a single night. "I know you don't want me to say it, but I swear Ry, I really am sorry." He says, as his sister takes her shoes off. She throws herself onto the couch and turns the TV on.

"Here. Now." Vince quickly takes off his shoes and sits by her feet on the couch. An infomercial is playing, though the sound is muted. "First things first, you're grounded. No phone or games for a month." She reaches out her hand and he gives her his phone. "Secondly, that group you were with? Yeah if I catch you with them again, you're dead to me." Harsh words, but Vince nods.

"Third, massage my feet. They're hurting and seeing as how you have nothing better to do than trail after me like a wounded puppy, I may as well take advantage of that." Riley... She never used to be like this. She could be strict, but she was always there for him. Always kind. As he starts to rub and dig into her feet, he has to wonder just what happened to his sister.