His hand felt so powerful, so completely in control as he felt it's rough grip through the skimpy fabric of his dress squeezing at his hip. He had to look away to mask his blush as this brought back memories that weren't entirely pleasant, but the persistent squeeze of his sister's hand against his kept him grounded and focused. He wasn't truly as comfortable with this as he looked, but he knew his sister was having fun, and that was what mattered.<br/><br/>Even though she was only a few minutes older than him, he did think of her as his big sister sometimes, she had taken the lead in many things in their lives, and when she did play the big sister card from time to time he never really had a comeback. This was for her, he told himself, all for her, he certainly wasn't enjoying the way that big hand squeezed his hips like the man owned him and could do whatever he wanted to him. And these goosebumps he got as Johnny said he was going to kiss Clarissa first were out of discomfort, not excitement. Right? Oh god.<br/><br/>He gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze back as the two of them went in for their kiss. Maybe it would be so good Johnny would forget to kiss him next? Hmmm no that hand on his hip said he wasn't being forgotten anytime soon. Had Johnny still not realized who he was? Or did he just not care? Well, that was the idea right, to be a fun slut that didn't think too hard about things...maybe Johnny was taking the same approach tonight and wouldn't realize who Sammie was until it was too late. The thought kept him from freaking out more.<br/><br/>He was wiggling his hips more insistently now that Clarissa was getting what she wanted. It always turned him on so much when she did, if he wasn't taped down the profile of his dress would be ruined, but he was, and so he expressed it by squeezing her hand and moving his body so that he was facing towards Johnny more, letting that hand slide from his hip to his ass as he continued to dance against his former bully.