Sam made a drink for her sister and her new lover. He smiled as he did so, it always made him so happy to be a part of what she wanted. The only thing that wasn't working for him about this in particular was who it was! If only it had been anyone else. A total stranger, even someone who he didn't remember from high school, or even someone who hadn't told him so often that doing this exact sort of thing was exactly what he was made for. He grumbled a little to himself.<br/><br/>It was okay though, he told himself. For one night he could put up with it. And then next weekend he'd help her find someone better. There had to be someone out there who could measure up to Johnny right?<br/><br/>He walked back to them, still naked except his beautiful heels, and put the drinks on the table, smiling as he saw his sister finishing off Johnny. That was Clarissa, always so loving, always thinking of other people. He bent down, holding his hair back with one hand and smooched her on the cheek. "Good night beautiful." He whispered to her.<br/><br/>He wanted to just turn and walk away, but his submissive instincts were too strong. He gave the man who she was treating so well a shy, demure glance, and whispered softly. "Good night Johnny." And then turned and finally made his way to his room, picking up some of the things he'd discarded along the way - panties, purse, dress.<br/><br/>He went to his private bathroom, not quite as well used as his sisters since that was the one they normally got ready together in but still very well stocked and carefully took off his makeup and moisturized. He glanced at what remained. His plumped up lips would fade over the next few weeks, he could always cut his hair, and then, well, he'd have to start eating like a guy and not a club slut, maybe go to the gym? Yeah, he could snap out of this. He totally could, he told himself as he tried not to get too turned on thinking of what his sister and former bully would be getting up to by now.