The kiss was somehow a relief at first, as Johnny didn't seem to be wanting to press the point. This caused Sam to relax, the tension easing out of him and his grip lightening on his sister's hand, after giving her a thankful squeeze. They practically had their own form of sign language by now with these little touches, thank you, thank you, he said.<br/><br/>But then the shift occurred and he felt himself and his sister being moved to keep themselves pressed against him, his hand forced to move up Johnny's leg, that twitch making him pull it back in shock at first before he steeled his nerves and let it wrap around his stomach from the front, sliding over his solid abs and nice shirt even as his big hand squeezed her soft ass through her skimpy dress.<br/><br/>Even in his heels he was still a few inches shorter than him. Damn he'd forgotten how tall Johnny was. These heels weren't tiny either! Without them he'd tower over the girls. The hand on his ass seemed to be in total control of him, and he opened his mouth up as bidden and soon felt the man's thick tongue sliding in, pushing his plumped lips apart and invading his mouth. His own perky little tongue met it without any real conscious thought, rubbing against it and sliding up and down it as it probed into his little mouth.<br/><br/>He opened his eyes to glance at Clarissa and saw the look on her face, she was happy. That relaxed him too. Clarissa was happy. If Clarissa was happy Sam was happy. Even though this was bringing up a rather unhappy memory...a locker room years ago, right after track practice, a towel snapping against his bare ass as a much larger man loomed behind him and pushed up up against the locker, twisting his arm.<em>Cheerleaders change next door Buffy...</em>the voice leered.<em>Can't wait to see you and the Princess in those matching outfits</em>the voice laughed, and the larger form pressed against him, giving his ass a solid slap just as the man was called off by some of his friends, leaving Sam to quickly get dressed and get out of there before he could deal with his feelings.<br/><br/>Seeing his sister's look, and the swirling memories, he found Johnny taking more control, his head now dipping back as his long hair tumbled down behind him, brushing against Johnny's hand as it cupped his ass, his neck titled back and his back arched in a manner that he would feel about to stumble in his heels if he didn't have Johnny's tree trunk like body to hold onto, and that meat hook of a hand holding his ass steady.<br/><br/>He was starting to feel light headed in this kiss, was it just the booze, his emotions, or was this kiss really that amazing? He didn't want to think about it too deeply, Finally, just when he felt like he was about to pass out he felt the kiss mercifully breaking and was left panting for breath, a look of awe and lust on his face that he couldn't hide.