Sam felt the words spinning about him again, so sweet and pure and wonderful from his sister, who he graced with glowing smiles and loving affection, and yet the same words causing him to wince and his plastered-on grin to falter as Johnny chimed in with what would seem to be similar sentiments. But as Clarissa said it it seemed so loving and warm and beautiful, and as Johnny said it it seemed so smug and condescending and dominant.<br/><br/>"You<em>are</em>so pretty." Sam said to his sister, squeezing her hand lovingly as she nuzzled into Johnny.<br/><br/>Johnny's body coming into sight, just after that smug 'good girl' caused Sam to become even more insecure and nervous. Johnny's arm was the size of his waist, his cock the size of his wrist, it just seemed so...unfair! Weren't guys who teased other in high school supposed to have small dicks?!? There was nothing small about what Sam let free from those shorts and he had to look away with a little blush as he thought about how this was the biggest one he'd seen up close. So much for him not being able to satisfy Clarissa....fuck were they really going to end up seeing him more than once?!?<br/><br/>He didn't know what to say to being called a pretty airhead except to giggle and smile at Johnny and then his sister. It didn't matter what he thought, he reminded himself, it reminded what she thought. If Clarissa wanted him to call Sam that, he could. If she didn't mind, Sam didn't mind. Sam sort of hoped she might mind but she didn't look like she was concerned about anything except getting on with what they'd started.<br/><br/>Unsure of what to do, still holding Johnny's clothes. Sam stammered, "I'll uh, go hang these up." In a meek little voice. He turned to bend and pick up Clarissa's clothes as well.<br/><br/>Not that either of them would be glancing his direction what with themselves being nearly naked in each other's arms, but if they did they'd see Sammy very gently and deliberately folding and hanging Johnny's clothes and Clarissa's dress and carefully putting her shoes up. He even hung Johnny's underwear up and set his shoes down by the closet to keep them all safe.<br/><br/>He held Clarissa's bra in his hands and glanced back at them, enthralled with each other. He slipped into her room quickly to put it away.<br/><br/>Once there he breathed a huge sigh of relief at being out of that situation. It was so awkward for him but not for them. Should he just stay in here? Well shit he was in her room and this was where they'd be coming. Well okay maybe he could just get it ready for them. He quickly made up the bed, mincing around it in his tight dress and heels that he hadn't thought of moving, and put some water and another drink or three by the night stand. She thought for a moment. Would she want her fuzzy cuffs out for this? Yeah, she probably would.<br/><br/>Sammy opened the drawer and pulled out the cuffs and latched them onto the top of the bed, smiling at the thought of either of them being strapped in by the other. He sighed in contentedness, thinking of how happy his sister would be. He wondered how much longer they'd be in the living room...<br/><br/><br/>