Johnny Has Difficulty With His Bratty "Older" Sister

"Goddangit, Johnny!" Sue Storm huffed and stamped her little foot. "What did I tell you about bringing your hoes here!?"

"She is not a whore!" Johnny Storm said hotly. He loomed over his apparently teenaged sister. His date, a lithe woman in fishnets, spiked armlets, high-heeled boots, and black latex that left little to the imagination, gave a sultry smile. "Her name is Heidi Franklin. We just got back from a date!"

"Well, I do some stuff in the VIP rooms, but that's all under the table, and I haven't had a proper client since I got out of prison," she said.

The two blond Storms stared at her. She gave a shrug, and another smile.

"I was just hoping to have a good time with your big bro here," Heidi said as she leaned on Johnny's shoulder. One finger teased his nipple through his shirt. "Why don't you just curl up with a teddy bear and get your beauty sleep?"

Crimson flushed across Sue's cheeks. There were freckles there.

"I'm his BIG sister," she said. "And you are gone."

Invisible hands grabbed the woman. Her eyes went wide as she was dragged backwards, toward the elevator.

Johnny's eyebrows burst into flame.

"Sue, stop this!" he said. "Stop being such a...brat!"

They stared at each other. Brother and sister who had a complicated history. Ever since the **** of their mother and the imprisonment of their father, Sue had been the little mother. She had to be. The one that kept Johnny in line, got him into college, made sure he graduated.

Johnny didn't resent her. He loved his sister, even when she was being a pain in the ass. It had been harder lately, though. She no longer had the maternal air, the casual authority of being older. To the eye, she was a teenager, younger than him, barely 18 or 19. Worse, her actions were like that too. Voice high-pitched and grating. Emotional. Bitchy.

"Make me!" Sue said, in a burst of exactly the kind of brattiness that had grated on Johnny's nerves even before she'd cockblocked him.

Johnny decided to do just that.