Johnny Storm Gets More Sexually Aroused

Sue Storm hadn't expected an immediate response to Johnny drinking Porkum's milk. As it turned out, she was wrong. Her gaze dropped as something pink and stiff slipped out the front of her brother's bathrobe. While she hadn't seen it for some years, Sue knew quite well what it was.

"Johnny?" she said, and **** herself to look him in the eyes.

"Hmm?" The Human Torch held a piece of bread between his palms, tiny flickers of flame between his fingers toasting it just the way her liked it.

"You need to take care of that before the children come out for breakfast," she said, and pointed down.

Johnny Storm's eyes dropped to where his erection had popped out. Immediately, his face flushed, he shoved the piece of toast in his mouth and with an almost comical flourish **** his manhood back into the folds—though not without some difficulty. With a muffled "sorry" around the toast, he shuffled off quickly toward his room.

That set the tone for the next few days. Sue would bring Johnny a glass of milk at night, or pour it into his cereal. It's easy to mix in something when it can be done invisibly, and if the Human Torch ever noticed the strangely salty or bitter taste, he never mentioned it or gave any indication on his face. It wasn't as if he immediately popped a boner every time, either—but he did seem to enjoy many more erections. Embarrassing ones.

Sue made a point of keeping an eye on Johnny the next few days. He would just be sitting and reading, or texting one of his girlfriends, when suddenly his pants would tent. Sometimes he noticed on his own, sometimes Sue chided him gently and he'd go into his bedroom to "take care of it." When she went in to collect his laundry, she could smell it, like when he was a teenager and masturbating furiously five times a day. His trash can was overflowing with little wadded-up balls of kleenex, and she made a point, at meals, to make sure he stayed hydrated.

At the end of the first week, Sue could see the change in him. His cheeks looked a little thinner, tiny bags under his eyes. He spent more time in his room, less going out. When a rogue group of Blood Skulls decided to invade New Jersey, she noticed the distinctive bulge in his uniform, a little brighter than the rest of his crotch. It stayed that way throughout the mission, and Johnny seemed...distracted. Aggressive. Upset.

When he did finally flame off, he went straight to his room. She saw why. There was a white stain on the front of his costume.

She told Porkum about it that night. He had wanted her to come and get a refill on the milk she'd been feeding her brother. Sue herself had just wanted to cum.

Seated on his lap, thighs spread wide. Porkum's fingers played with her clit as she stroked that immense cock and told him about the changes she'd seen in Johnny. Once, not long ago, such betrayal would have been unthinkable. Now, seeing how hard a time he was having, Sue simply found it...amusing? It wasn't as if she was hurting him.

Porkum's dark eyes gave nothing away as he rubbed at her sensitive clit.

"Sounds like he could use a sister's help," Porkum said. Then he told Sue what to do.