Sam let out many happy little moans and purrs as he kissed his sister. She was, as always, a goddess, an angel, a sex kitten, his best friend, his favorite person in the world. The way they embraced and their tongues and plumped-up glossy lips kissed, and the way she slid her hand so gently down his the front of his panties and between his legs, knowing of course where he taped back. He gasped a loud as she squeezed him there, and she'd feel the response she always did. It was a bit hard to maintain his composure, the tight tape job and his cock's reaction to her attention did not go well together, his smooth legs clutched at her hand for just a moment as it slid out and he arched his back and let out a happy sigh.<br/><br/>And then he was being claimed by Johnny. Between the man's masterful presence and how light-headed he was after Clarissa's attention, Sammy had no willpower left to resist and he found himself returning Johnny's kiss with a very different sort of eagerness. When he kissed his sister there was a calm, peaceful, sexual zen to it. They both knew they'd always be there for each other, there was no rush to it. With Johnny there was a sense of urgency, a need to experience and explore as if Sammy was afraid the whole scene might vanish.<br/><br/>If anything, his fingers in Sam's lustrous hair seemed to encourage the feminine boy, and he pressed himself into the kiss with even more zeal, moaning again as he could hear the sounds of Clarissa beginning to go down on the man. They both had their lips on the same man again! It was such a thrill when this happened. If he could just forget who this man was, it would be so much fun! Oh screw it. Fun and slutty. Sam threw one arm around Johnny's head and pulled himself in now pressing up wantonly and kissing with full unbridled passion. But for the lack of breasts being rubbed against him, and some very tiny differences in the way they kissed - Sam a bit more frantic and nervous, though obviously nearly as experienced - Johnny may almost have been kissing Clarissa again.<br/><br/>Sam's other hand reached down and pressed gently on Johnny's hand in his sister's hair, somehow saying 'go easy on her' and 'this is what she's for' all that once. His hand squeezed at Johnny's teasingly and then scooped down to take ahold of the bottom of Johnny's dick, pumping it slowly out of sheer instinct.<br/><br/>He wanted to keep his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes he'd have to be reminded of whose dick it was his little hand could hardly fit around, and who he'd just been kissing like the most loving slut in the city. But for now, with his eyes closed, he could act like this wast just another fun, slutty night with his sister. As long as he could pretend that, all was good.<br/><br/>His taped back cock was really aching now. He hoped Clarissa would finish up soon, he might need to take her up on her offer sooner rather than later.