Sam nodded his head desperately, long dark hair bobbing around his sister's hands and the cock between them. He let out a little whimper of joy as she reached between his legs. Slow and fast were both rather rough when he was aroused, fast though would risk damaging it or ripping skin and that was not something he wanted right now. Slow, well, slow just made it a long painful process. He winced and closed his eyes, a bit startled as Johnny's cock bumped into his slightly parted lips, causing him to open them up again as he whimpered again as Clarissa slowly let his cock free.<br/><br/>It was struggling to be as hard as possible, and the sudden access of blood to it made Sam squeal anew, his hips wiggling like he'd just been stuck as his poor little cock surged to attention. The closeness of his sister's hand, two things that knew each other very well, made it all the more desperate for her touch. But she not touching it not yet. Sam gave her begging eyes but knew better than to try to get her to do anything in a situation like this. Fun sluts worry about taking care of other people, not themselves. And so it took every ounce of resistance but Sam kept his hands where they were, one on his sister the other on Johnny's hairy leg and opened his mouth to say something.<br/><br/>Just at that moment though, Johnny moved his dick right into it. Sam's round, plumped, painted lips were open now, open just around it, just slightly enough that it wasn't quite touching everywhere. He glanced up at Johnny knowing he could never pull his mouth away, he glanced at Clarissa and knew she'd never wanted him too either. Nervously, timidly, his little tongue started to tease at the hole on the top of it, letting it rest against his open mouth as he did.<br/><br/>He tried to say something around it but whatever it was, whatever expression of pent up arousal finally being released was indecipherable other than stuffed-mouth moans around the big dick that wasn't even in all the way yet.<br/><br/>Part of him wanted to shove it with his mouth over to Clarissa so they could share...but she'd just given one on her own. That didn't seem fair. Well, fuck, Sammie supposed. I guess it's my turn.<br/><br/>He prayed someone would do something for his cock, but was too much of a submissive little slut to request it, and so the next thing he knew he was on all fours on the couch, head held in place by Johnny's hand, wearing nothing but a pair of dark purple open toed five inch stilettos, with a big dick sliding into his mouth. Johnny's dick was big, but it wasn't so extraordinarily unsuckably big that the twins couldn't handle it. Clarissa had shown that she was no stranger to sucking large cocks, and now her brother did the same, eyes open, glancing quickly from Johnny as if to confirm this was acceptable to Clarissa for encouragement. Or was it vice versa? Someone will tell me if this okay. He reasoned to himself. If not, well, I'll just keep sucking until they do. And he proceeded to begin to do just that.