Johnny Storm Notices When Sue Talks To One Of His Dates

Two in the morning. Not a creature in the Baxter Building was stirring. Even Reed had left the lab to collapse for a few hours in his own bed. Ben Grimm's snores sent a subsonic rumble through the floor. As Johnny and his "date" arrived in the elevator, he was sure no one would notice—

Except his sister was in the kitchen, in a silky blue bathrobe with white trim, a 4 emblazoned on her left breast, making a cup of tea.

At a glance she took in Johnny—there was pink lipstick on his collar, long blonde hairs on his suitjacket, tie askew, top button of his dress shirt undone to show a hint of his hairless chest, and there was lipstick there too. Beside him, clinging on to him, was a winnowy young woman whose assets owed more to medical science than God's gifts to his creation, whose blonde hair came out of a bottle, and whose sparkly pink sequin dress stopped just short of public indecency, revealing long legs and small feet in three-inch platform pink heels.

The Invisible Woman took this all in at a glance, and Johnny winced and braced himself for the harangue that was to come. He had heard the lecture dozens of times—the dangers of bringing "dates" over unannounced, how Sue wanted to keep Johnny's floozies and bimboes away from Franklin and Valeria, the dangers of venereal disease or pregnancy—but when Sue actually opened her mouth to speak, she said.

"Are those nipple rings? Can I see them?"

Johnny blinked. Beside him, Candi disengaged and stepped forward. With a smooth, practiced maneuver, she pulled down the top of the dress to expose her nipples. It had been this exact same maneuver that had caught Johnny's attention at the club.

Sue Storm stared at the little gold rings that hung off each nipple. They were larger than the earrings Sue normally wore, and the pink nips were stiff and erect.

"Ooooh," Sue said. "Those are pretty. Did it hurt much to get them? Are they sensitive?"

Candi answered the questions, happy to find someone so interested in her. As the women were drawn deeper into conversation, Johnny felt his boner soften and fade, and the **** hit his guts. He excused himself for a moment, to dash to his personal bathroom—and when he returned, he found his sister and his date seated at the kitchen counter. Sue had opened a bottle of wine.

"You can't even see a scar," Sue said.

"They went in under the armpit," Candi said, raising one arm to show the small pink incision. "I want to go back and get them overfilled. I just love big tits! It makes me feel so sexy..."

Sue Storm nodded.

"I've been thinking about getting mine done at some point. Of course, people talk, I have an image to maintain, but..."

"Oh, you totally should! You're so fit! You would look absolutely killer with some massive titties!"

Four hours and two bottles of wine later, and Sue Storm was waving goodbye to Candi, who was packed into a cab and on her way home. Johnny had changed from his suit into his pajamas by hour three, when his date had made it clear that she was much more interested in his cockblocking sister than getting laid.

As Sue went off to get a shower, a bleary-eyed Reed wandered in, his arm stretching out ahead of him toward the coffee pot. Johnny caught his eye.

"I think something's wrong with Sue," he whispered.