Here he was, face to face with his angel of a sister, and she was always so beautiful and pure to Sammie. Even when she was wearing or drinking down cum she was beautiful and pure and everything good. Maybe especially at those times.<br/><br/>Perhaps that was why Sammie, despite knowing exactly what was coming, kissed her eagerly and lovingly and was surprised at the taste of cum and he coughed at it, oddly being the first one to gag due to Johnny's cum even though he'd done the least work at it. He blushed at that, knowing that Clarissa might shake her head at that move of an amateur slut, but Sammie already protested mentally it wasn't his fault! His sister was too pretty and too perfect, he couldn't remember things like she had cum in her mouth and take in her beautiful face all at once! He could only do so much thinking here! His pouting, rather airheaded defense clear in his mind, he smiled back at Clarissa a bit sheepishly and kissed her again.<br/><br/>He only let out a playful whimper as she tugged his hands up. She was no stronger than him, in fact they were nearly physically the same in most regards, but still, she was the boss. If she wanted his hands elsewhere, a slight tug and a smile was all it took. "Awwww." He whined a bit mockingly. "Pleeeease?" He purred. "It's so...." he wiggled his hips and squirmed again, rubbing his taped up crotch against his legs desperately. "So..." He blushed again unable to finish it. The two slutty siblings, both with equally dumb and happy looks on their face, although hers was more sated and his was more needy, made quite the couple. No wonder the dick between them stirred again.<br/><br/>His voice died off as he felt Johnny's hand pressing down between his shoulderblades. It wasn't tangled in his hair again, just resting there, a firm reminder that his place was not to get up. Now that the euphoria of watching his sister suck cock and being kissed so well this bag man took his breath away, Sammie got a little bit of a resentful pout on his face as Johnny reasserted himself. Once more the nagging feeling that he shouldn't be putting up with this gnawed at him.<br/><br/>But, oddly, Johnny's words were of agreement. "See?" He said, almost baby-talking his words were so needy and frustrated. "Please can...can you take the tape off?" Sammie glanced from Clarissa to Johnny, then gasped again as the hardening cock poked him in the chin. He glanced down at it in surprise, face to face with the tip of it now. The sight did nothing to ease his arousal. "Please?" He gasped again, his face close enough to it that Johnny could feel his breath on the tip of the wet cock now. He let out another whimper and squeezed his legs together, but despite his profound need he did not make a single effort to resist either the light touch of his sister or the firm presence of his bully.