Suzi Doesn't Share Her Candi

Johnny Storm stood frozen as this woman, who looked like his sister—and he could tell now that it was Suzy, the amnesiac woman from another dimension. She was a little thinner, there were bags under her eyes that spoke of whatever terrible trauma had ripped her memory from her. Also, he was reasonably sure that the Susan Storm-Richards he knew would not currently be knuckle deep in another woman's pussy.

Candi wasn't complaining. Her panties were down around her knees, and she was hanging onto Suzy as the blonde worked her magic.

"I had a brother once," Suzy said softly. "A long time ago. Like most siblings, we had our fights, our disagreements. I remember when it came to Hallowe'en, and we went out for tricks-or-treats, neither one of us would share our candy."

She smiled. Johnny could see that Suzy wasn't looking at him. Wasn't looking at anything. Her gaze took on a thousand-yard stare.

"I think—I think he's dead now. I think they're all dead," Suzy said, to herself. Her hand never stopped working, and Johnny couldn't see exactly what it was, but he heard Candi moan, saw the tight ass in its skirt humping the air the blonde's fingers did something that caused her to admit noises that Johnny had never heard a woman make before.

The Human Torch prided himself on being a generous lover. Yet he got the distinct impression that this woman, whoever she was, had more experience with pleasuring women than he did.

With a muffled cry, Candi sank to her knees. Suzy petted her head. The doppelganger brought one slick finger up to her lips and sucked the pussy-juices off of it. Her blue eyes focused on Johnny as she did so, and he was embarrassingly aware of the tent his pants were currently sporting.

"Sorry to ruin your date, little brother," Suzy said, the wistful adness and haunted look now gone, replaced with that easy charisma and sexuality that she had shown before. "But I really don't think I can stand to be alone tonight. You won't begrudge me a little company, will you?"

Johnny gestured at Candi.

"What do you want to do, Candi?" he asked. He could have asked 'Who do you want to do?,' but in this case it amounted to the same thing.

"I, uh. I think I need some vitamin v?" Candi said with an embarrassed smile. Suzy helped the woman to her feet. The young woman was red-cheeked, slightly glassy-eyed, and knock-kneed.

"Well, I'll leave you to it, then," Johnny said, trying to project a maturity and confidence he didn't feel.

He turned toward his room, trying not to listen to the click of Candi's heels or the soft pad of Suzy's feet. A part of him realized he had just been cockblocked by the interdimensional doppelganger of his older sister.

The question was whether he would be able to avoid masturbating to that image.