Johnny Storm Was Curious To See His Sister Naked

"I guess I was just curious," Johnny Storm admitted. "I had never seen a woman naked before."

Dr. Stone leaned her head back. The light of the sun seemed to catch her round, rimless glasses at just the right angle, so that they seemed to be two circles of light, as though her eyes glowed from within. The gravimetric pulse caught the Human Torch across the forebrain, and he blinked, suddenly unsteady, receptive, mental defenses momentarily down.

"Curiosity is natural. Many men are curious. What women look like. What their underwear feels like. Did you ever touch your sister's underwear, Johnny?" Moonstone asked.

Johnny blinked his blue eyes.

"Yeah. I mean, once or twice, doing laundry," he said.

"Did you try them on?" she asked.

"No," he said.

"But you wanted to," Dr. Stone said, and it wasn't a question. "In fact, you still want to. The idea excites you. Those smooth panties, a bra. It doesn't make you gay or anything, you're just curious. So curious. You want to know what it feels like, just once..."

"Maybe," Johnny Storm said, as the words sank into his brain.

"You might get an opportunity," she said. "Soon."

Johnny and Sue Storm saw Dr. Stone on alternate days. The psychiatrist didn't talk about Johnny much, though Sue was anxious to know what they talked about. No, she and Dr. Stone had other things to discuss.

"Cum for me," Karla said, her fingers pressed against Sue's panties. "Cum."

The Invisible Woman convulsed, her pussy spasming as pent-up tension released in a cataclysmic convulsion that had her gripping the chair arms in a white-knuckle grip, toes curling in her shoes. Moonstone's eyes glowed brightly, blood oozing from her nostrils as the implants buzzed maddeningly in her skull. Sue was deep, deep under.

Perfect for more complex suggestions.

"I think you should play a little trick on Johnny. A harmless prank. For his own good. Replace all of his underwear with women's panties. Let him know what it feels like. You'll both get a good laugh over it."

Sue Storm huffed. Puffed. She dumbly nodded her head, a post-climax smile on her face.

"Yes..." she agreed.

At the Baxter Building the next day, Johnny Storm arose with a yawn. He awoke alone in his bed; Sue hated when he brought dates home, and Johnny had been careful to get Candii out of the building before four A.M. Maybe he'd call her tonight. If the Skrulls didn't invade, or the Moloids rebel, or some other threat reared its ugly head.

The Human Torch was scratching at his balls as he opened his underwear drawer—and then stared down at the neat, even rows of carefully folded pink Fantastic Four-themed panties.

His first thought was Ben. The old rock had finally got one over on him. Then his hands ran over the silky smooth fabric, and he considered how best to handle the situation.