Johnny Storm Becomes Bicurious

Day slid into day. Sue Storm slipped Porkum's milk into his meals at every opportunity. There was no physical result as far as Sue could see, though she watched her brother carefully.

Except after a week had passed, and she and Johnny were playing Settlers of Catan with Franklin and Valeria, Sue realized that Johnny hadn't been out on a date in seven days. Hadn't brought anyone home. He smiled as he played with his niece and nephew, but there was something that haunted those blue eyes. She wasn't quite sure what it was...

...until she went to pick up his laundry from his room, and found the magazine.

Sue knew that Johnny had a stash of pornographic magazines in his room. She'd seen the nondescript brown-paper envelopes come in the mail, even back during their college days. Yet they had always been magazines for men. This was different. She glanced at the envelope that came with it, and saw that the address label had been misprinted—John Susan Storm. Which meant that the magazine had been for her, and Johnny had picked it up by mistake. Or—

Sue Storm smiled. She sensed Porkum's hand in this.

She asked him, during her next visit. The half-naked heroine sat in his lap. One big pink finger, well-lubricated, teased her ass mercilessly as she stroked his cock with both hands.

"So he kept it," Porkum mused. "Read it. Looked at the pictures. Good. I think he's ready for the next step."

"Next step? Aaah!" Sue squirmed as the finger plunged deep inside of her hole. A part of her wondered at what Porkum's ultimate goal was. Whether some day Johnny Storm would sit on his lap, just like Sue was now. The thought of her brother getting his asshole fingered by Porkum sent a strange heat through her body.

"Gonna send you home with some more milk," Porkum told her. "And somethin' else."

The "something else" came in a little pink box. Sue waited until she and Johnny were all alone in the kitchen. No kids, no Reed, no Ben. Just the two of them.

"What's that?" Johnny asked, one blond eyebrow raised in interest.

"Oh, some sex toy company keeps sending me free samples," Sue Storm said. "Honestly, I have no idea why the think a married woman like me needs a dildo and lube!"

The dildo, as displayed on the boxe's packaging, was a smooth pink plastic rod about four inches long, with four vibration speeds. Really, no more than a starter toy.

She shook her head as if in disbelief. Johnny's face was carefully neutral, as it always was on the rare occasions Sue mentioned sex around him. He had a niece and a nephew—knew Sue and Reed had sex—yet they were brother and sister and never, ever really discussed such things.

Sue's phone went off in another room.

"Drat. Look, Johnny, can you toss this in the molecular disassembler in the basement? I need to get that."

She shoved it into his hands and took off. The hero stared at the pink box in his hands, with its generic ad copy. In his room, later, he'd look at the milky lubricant. Eyes wild with new ideas that went along with the strange sensations that had grown within him the last week or so. He bit his lip, suddenly pensive.

The bedrooms of the Fantastic Four were soundproofed. Sue Storm didn't dare make one of the walls transparent, for fear that Johnny could see her. Yet she noticed, the next day, the little wince as Johnny sat down at the breakfast table. A part of her couldn't resist needling him.

"Are you alright, Johnny?" she asked.

"Just a little sore, sis," he assured her. "Too many, ah, squats at the gym this morning."

"Well, be careful," she said. "Make sure you to stretch carefully. You don't want to tear a muscle!"

He nodded in agreement as he took the cup of coffee laced with Porkum's cream.