Sam was clearly trying to think of how to justify not doing as told, but his eyes grew big at the threat of the dress being ruined. "Rip it? No no no no!" He threw up his hands, waving them in a limp-wristed panic, as he took the mincing steps closer as quick as he could, obviously having ran in his heels before as he did it like a hooker born.<br/><br/>He stepped into the space created by Johnny's spread legs, standing next to where his sister was sitting now, his bare arms wrapped protectively about her, forcing him to come into contact with Johnny as he did. "Okay okay just don't rip it!" He gasped. There was some comedy to the fact that the brother was the one throwing a girly fit about a dress getting ripped, whereas the sister herself seemed more amused at the idea.<br/><br/>But Sam knew Clarissa loved that dress. And Sam loved the way she looked in it. Heck, if he had breasts he'd have borrowed it by now - his lack of that body part forcing him to wear the more high necked versions like the one that hugged him just as tightly as hers did now - and he knew that no matter how fun she found the idea of Johnny ripping her dress of she'd be happier to be ravaged by the man<em>and</em>still have her dress in the morning.<br/><br/>Sam's legs wiggled up against Johnny's as he stood inside the space of his lap. He wanted to say no to this man's requests. Sure he was using the same terms Clarissa did, but when Clarissa called him her sister it meant they loved each other and shared everything and were happily giggly and slutty. When Johnny called him that there was such a smug sense of I'm the man and you're just bimbo number two when I get bored of this one in my lap. Sammy wanted to push back against that. But he knew Clarissa loved it and well, he had to think of her first. Be a fun slut, be a fun slut, he repeated their mantra in his head as he tried to calm himself.<br/><br/>He bent over now, ass sticking out against Johnny's leg as he wrapped his sister up in a loving embrace and kissed her softly, reaching for the top of her zipper he gently tugged it down. It was a very tight fit and he had to tug with all his might to get it to start moving, if it didn't stick so hard it would have come undone on its own several times over the night of course, but finally he got it down and the rest of Clarissa's back came into view as her dress loosened.<br/><br/>Still kissing at her face, still unconsciously wiggling his ass against Johnny's leg, Sam slipped his sister's arms from the sleeve openings, four slender girlish limbs tangled together for a moment in front of Johnny's face as he slipped her dress down now around her waist.<br/><br/>He tugged her to her feet just for a second so he could wiggle the dress past her thighs and then returned her to Johnny's lap so she could lift her legs up and he could pull it off of her long, beautiful legs and carefully past her heels.<br/><br/>He couldn't help it, he was giggling now too, the act of undressing his sister always something he very much enjoyed. He turned to face the table and bent over it, placing the dress down carefully, only realizing he was rubbing his ass right in Johnny's crotch as he did when it provoked the predictable reaction causing Sammy to squeal a bit and jump away as if he'd been pinched and blushing a little, trying to stand away from Johnny's dick (a rather futile effort given its size and how little space he had to work with) as he turned back to his sister with a giggle.<br/><br/>"You know..." he said a little breathlessly. "You really love that bra too...and those shoes...want me to....?" He grinned in offer running his hands up and down her side as the two of them shared space in Johnny's lap, Clarissa happily sitting in it and Sammy standing in the space made by Johnny's spread legs.<br/><br/>Sam didn't give much thought to his own dress. Yes, he loved it just as much as Clarissa loved hers, but he didn't get the feeling it was in any danger of being ripped off. Not while a half-naked Clarissa was in Johnny's lap!