Sam was still struggling to catch his breath when he heard the comment. Knew she was a slut like you. Several different feelings rushed through the boy's head. First, thrill at being called a slut, second outrage at his sister being called a slut by Johnny, quickly changed to joy since he knew that's what she wanted, and then finally quenching his own fury at Johnny casually labeling him a slut. After a moment of confusion he put that vacant bimbo smile back on his face and giggled. It was all he was sure was the right thing to do after all!<br/><br/>He had to let go of Clarissa's hand behind Johnny's back as he moved them forward, but just as quickly he reached out his other hand for hers, to hold hands in front of Johnny now as his inside arm slipped around Johnny's much larger one. He mirrored Clarissa's obedience as the two were moved closer together, but this time he liked the command quite a lot. Now you're talking, he thought happily.<br/><br/>Without any hesitation he leaned in to kiss his sister, pressing his plump dark lips against hers, a sweet, sexy, sensual kiss, that they'd practiced quite a lot until they got right. This wasn't the sort of kiss they gave each other alone, no, this was how they made out for guys. A lot of mmmmms, loud and sexy, a lot of tossing the hair and brushing their fingers over each other, a lot of giggling and wiggling and two-girls-at-once fantasy bait.<br/><br/>Still, it was kissing his sister. And if there was one thing Sam loved in the world, it was kissing Clarice.<br/><br/>"This is so crazy." He whispered to her, heart beating as he licked his lips and kissed at her softly. "I hope you're having fun!" He eyed her hopefully. He spoke quietly so that Johnny couldn't hear them over the club music, as the two giggled and wiggled and made out for the man's benefit.