Sam paused. The only thing that could possibly tear him away from his sister's prettiest dresses was the girl herself. He turned, a sympathetic, heartfelt smile on his face as he walked to her and put his hands on her soft shoulders, squeezing them with just as soft hands as he smiled at her.<br/><br/>It was obvious to Sam, he knew his sister like nobody else, she totally liked Johnny. But she was holding back out of concern for him. He knew what he would do, what any loving brother would do in this situation. "I will." He said gently. "But you know, we've been with a decent number of guys together and uh, you know, you never really smiled so big for anyone else." He grinned, his smile almost breaking into a giggle at the memory of how happy Clarissa had been.<br/><br/>"And look you were right, I like him too." He lied.<br/><br/>Well, he had meant for it to be a lie. He thought it was a lie as the words formed. But as he listened to himself say it, it sounded quite sincere. And he wasn't that good of a liar. In fact he was downright terrible at it.<br/><br/>Almost in a trance, he kept talking. "I always liked the way he treated me, it was<em>totally </em>good for me. Like, can you imagine me trying to be all dudebro? Ugh." He stuck his tongue out at the thought of how gross that idea was. That was supposed to be a lie as well. But here it was pouring out of his mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Like, you both saw that about me I guess. Just in different ways." Very different ways. One had involved soft hugs and kisses and makeup tips. The other nearly getting molested in a locker room with promises of forced blowjobs in the future. And now that it had finally happened, it had been the opposite of forced hadn't it? "So like, don't even worry about that. You just worry about you, okay? I can like, help you take care of him whenever, or like, you know, you can have him all to yourself, whichever you prefer." He said, although the way he spoke it sounded like he was much more enthusiastic about three ways than leaving his sister and Johnny alone. He tried to tell himself that that was because he loved his sister, not Johnny. It didn't quite take.<br/><br/>"Just, you know." He rubbed his sister's shoulder. "As long as we stay best friends." He grinned. "I just want you to be happy. That's all I want. So be happy, do it for me if nothing else, okay babe?"<br/><br/>He leaned in gently, pulling her beautiful hair, hair that matched his own, back as he leaned in and planted a soft, sweet, loving kiss on her lips, letting their bodies press against each other's for a moment.