The Unexpected Dancer

She did, in fact, show up around four. It was a real hit of nostalgia for her. It had been so long since she'd been in the old house that Natalie started to feel vaguely as though she had stepped back in time. It was a good house too; her family had been pretty well off even before she got her powers. The house had three bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, and a kitchen, as well as a large bathroom which held both a shower and a bath.

Natalie's old room had been converted to a study, where her father worked each day on his various hobbies. Natalie's father was a tinkerer by inclination, he had what he sometimes termed as a wandering mind. He'd probably be a pretty good inventor, she conceded, if he could ever sit still and focus on more than one thing at a time. The study was piled high with various creations that were half finished, drawings of even more, and shelves full of books of various sorts. He had a desk and a chair as well, though Natalie wasn't sure about the structural stability of the desk. So many things were piled on top of it, she mused that it was a miracle it had lasted so long.

Davis and his friends would be holding their party downstairs. Food had been variously made and ordered, and was now heaped upon the table. Consoles had been set up and hooked to the TV, and Natalie's main job, it seemed, was to make sure there was no drinking. It wasn't something she was really looking forward to, to tell the truth. Being oggled by a bunch of eighteen year olds didn't' much appeal to her

They began to arrive a few hours after her father and Cynthia left for their own late night experience. First in ones and then in twos. To Natalie's surprise, Davis had kept his word about only inviting a few friends. There were only about six of them in total, including Davis himself. There were four guys and two girls, all of whom seemed to be on familiar terms with one another. Now, as for Natalie, she didn't know most of them. Davis and she had never been close, and especially when their parents' marriage had been new, they'd spent a lot of time trying to avoid one another, along with a fair few arguments and fights. Those were the days before Natalie's power had come into full ****, a fact for which she was glad. If she could do then what she could do now on some of her darker days, there was no telling the sort of mess she would have created.

So, instead of having Davis in her power like she could do in a minute nowadays, Natalie had been **** to actually _deal _with him, like a person should, and as a result, over the years, they'd become...well, not quite friends. But they didn't hate one another, which was a good improvement. Nevertheless, Natalie had never really gotten the impression that Davis had ever really been on her side.

Well, anyway, it didn't matter too much. With all the guests having arrived, Natalie spent some time circulating the house, making sure no one was going where they weren't supposed to, and no one was drinking anything they shouldn't. Mostly, they ignored her, though, now and then, she had the feeling that she was being watched, mostly by the guys.

Natalie had decided on casual wear for the party. She was clad in jeans and a T-shirt, and as she moved, she sometimes fancied she could feel eyes on her body. Some of the guys were watching her, though with no more intent than they would have paid to any other good looking female at this point. Natalie ignored it, though it made the back of her neck prickle, and her hair stand on end. it wasn't exactly unpleasant for her, though it probably would have been for someone else. But Natalie liked to be watched. Luckily, Davis' friends were all eighteen, so she didn't need to feel too guilty about it. Nevertheless, she tried to present a properly controlled front, ignoring the looks that she was getting as she moved from room to room.

Sometimes, she heard them talking as she went, speaking in hushed whispers that they imagined she couldn't hear.

"Davis, whose that?"

"That? That's Natalie. Remember, I told you about her?"

"Your step-sister? No way, she's hot as fuck. Maybe I should introduce myself."

"Maybe you should." Davis said, "That way, we can all laugh at you when she turns you down."

"Harsh man."

"Maybe. But not inaccurate. I've never known Natalie to have a boyfriend."

"Is she-"

"Or a girlfriend, before you get all excited." Davis sighed at the last comment. "I'd be really, really surprised if you were the one she chose."

About half an hour after that, Natalie heard someone turning on music. It wasn't particularly loud, but it had a certain sort of beat to it, and a low, but steady impulse which drew her curiosity. She followed it, finding herself in the diving room where the table (Now significantly lighter in terms of snacks) had been pushed aside. Someone had set up a laptop on the floor, which was playing the music.

A dance? Natalie thought, Really? That doesn't seem particularly likely. Not unless the year turned over to nineteen seventeen when I wasn't looking.

She stopped by the door, peering into the room curiously. It was a dance, but only for one person. The rest of the group had gathered around, and one of the girls stood up, starting to move and shake to the sound of the music. Her motions were smooth, timed to the beat, she'd clearly practised a lot. Natalie took a look at her for a moment. She was wearing dark and lacy clothes, as well as a dark blue hairband. Her skin was quite pale, and her hair was platinum blond.

Natalie wondered for a moment why she was the centre of attention, but she found out soon enough, when the blond started to kick off her shoes to the beat. Moving sinuously, she ran her hands up and down her body, cupping her chest, and trailing her fingers over her long legs.

Natalie paused for a moment, frowning.

"Well," she muttered to herself, "That's not supposed to be going on."

"No one said anything about it." said a voice by her side. She turned to see Davis, who'd spotted her, and used the confusion to get close. He'd changed a lot from when he was younger. He was tall now, and muscular. Natalie knew he liked sport, and he had clearly dedicated himself to it. His hair was dark brown, and messy, though not curled like her own.

The blond girl was the centre of attention, everyone - even the other girl -was watching her. Her eyes were closed, and the music rolled over her, it was almost as though she was someplace else, dancing alone. Her fingers curled, her body thrusting forwards, and she touched herself, rubbing her chest, and letting one hand trail below the waistline of her skirt. From the expression on her face, she was clearly touching herself, and everyone knew it.

"I'm pretty sure ''don't have sex in the house'' was also implied with the ''don't get drunk'' clause'' Natalie said, rolling her eyes.

"No one's having sex." Davis said, raising a hand. "Erika is just like that."

"Just like that? Yeah, sure, a girl just randomly decided to strip at your party, Davis. What have you got on her? You paying or are you blackmailing her?"

"What? Neither!" Davis said, looking surprised. "Why would I do either of those things. Erika just likes this sort of thing. We noticed a few months back, earlier this year. She was always one of our friends, but we realised she kind of had a thing for exhibitionism. we had a party, you see, and one thing led to another, and before we knew it, she was stripped down to the waist."

Erika did seem to be enjoying it, Natalie couldn't help but notice. Her face was colouring slightly as the blood rushed to it, she'd discarded her skirt, and was now standing in her panties and her bra, the others were totally focused, watching her as she danced back and forth, her hands were moving, gliding, touching herself, stroking and fondling. There was a wet spot between her legs, Natalie could sense her mind, how it was filling with deep, hot desires, how her skin was tingling, how her pussy was dripping, the feeling of her nipples pressing against her bra, the sight of so many people like lightning playing over her skin...

"Nat? You okay?"

"Y-yes!" Natalie said, tearing her focus away from the dancing girl. "I am fine!"

"You look kind of pale."

"It's nothing!" Natalie composed herself, "Nothing at all. I was just trying to figure out what the hell I'm supposed to do now. You know that I should call dad."

Davis said nothing for a moment, Natalie could sense that he was trying to find the right words to convince her. As she looked back, she saw that Erika's dance had progressed again. Now she was naked but for her panties, her breasts swayed and bounced as she moved, intentionally gyrating to draw the eye. Her face was red, and Natalie could read a very familiar mix of shame and arousal.

The room seemed to grow hotter for Natalie, she could feel her body tingling. Her mouth was dry. She felt like shaking her head, but that would tip off Davis that the sight was effecting her.

Erika had stopped dancing now, but she was still moving. One of her hands had slipped below the line of her panties, and she was fingering herself, her legs moving, shaking as she did it. Her other hand was kneading her chest, her fingers teasing and touching her nipples, she was trying not to moan, but all it meant was that she was making squeaking sounds instead as she **** her lips together.

"I'm going to go and think about it." She announced, "Don't follow me, Davis."

She stormed off a moment later, leaving her step brother floundering in her wake. As she left, someone else approached Davis, the guy he'd been talking to earlier. ]

"Well, that doesn't look like it went well."

"Conner. I thought you were watching Erika?"

"Seen her before. Your hot sister? Not so much."

"My ''hot'' sister is about to blow the whistle on us all."

"Maybe..." Conner said, he started to move, but felt an arm on his shoulder.

"She told us not to follow her."

"She told you."