As I made my way toward my room I stopped outside my sister Chloe's closed door. There was giggling coming from within, which meant her girlfriends were over. Without the benefit of knocking, I opened the door wide and said, "What're you gals up to in here?"
"Brad!" Chloe screamed as three of the others shrieked, for they were in their bras and panties. "Get the fuck out of here, you pervert."
The fifth among them, Faith Richards, looked at me for all of five seconds before allowing her bra to fall to the floor. "Oops. You caught me," she said with a sly smile, then turned and bent over, giving me full view of her ass as she picked the bra up off floor.
"Go on! Get, or I'm telling Mom and Dad."
"Okay-okay," I said as I backed out, and before completely closing the door, "Nice to see you again, Faith." I then went to my room, locked the door, and jerked off to Faith's tits and ass. When I came out of my room, the girls were gone.
That night, after dinner, I said to Chloe as we watched TV on the sofa, "So, big lesbian party today? You know, you could always invite me. I don't mind watching."
"You're sick!" Chloe near-spat. "If you must know, we were trying on our costumes. Momo-Con is this weekend and we're going as the Sailor Scouts."
"Which one are you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Duh! Blonde hair? I'm obviously Sailor Moon."
"I'm sure you'll be the best Sailor Moon there," I said with all sincerity as I hugged her.
"You know, you can be so polite and supportive—the perfect brother—but then you pull shit like you did today and it's like you're ten years younger than me, not two years older."
"Isn't it a big brother's job to torment his sister a little?" I asked with a laugh.
"Yes, when we were younger, Brad, but not now," she answered. "You're in college, for Christ's sake. Act like it, and I don't mean just for me. You embarrassed the hell out of my friends today, you know. Well, all except for Faith."
"Jesus, Chloe. They wear a whole lot less whenever they came over to swim and sunbathe."
"Be that as it may, we were behind a closed door and—Why the hell am I even explaining this to you? You know what proper behavior is."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" She didn't say anything immediately. "Chloe, really. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I promise."
"Better not," she replied, then, "So, you going?"
"To Momo-Con? Nah. It's not comic book-related enough for me," and by "comic book-related" I meant vendors and the such. I collect comics, watch anime, read manga, but I'm not into the whole dressing-up thing like Chloe. Hell, she has so many followers on social media, and she even has one of those Patreon accounts where people pay to see pics of her. Some of them are a bit risqué, but she makes good at it.
"Maybe you can hook up with someone there," she said with a laugh.
"And maybe you can help me hook up with Faith," I responded.
"Ew, gross."
"Oh, she wants me."
"She teases you, is all."
"Really?"
"Really-really."
"Damn."
"I'm telling you, though: Momo-Con. It's wild."
We finished watching
The Big Bang Theory
before going our separate ways.
The following day, while at school, a couple of friends were talking about Momo-Con and had actually decided to go. "We're going as the Darths," Johnny Bingham told me. "I'm going to be Darth Sidious, Eddie is going to be Darth Maul, and for some ungodly reason Mike is insistent on being Darf Bobo from
Tripping the Rift
, so if you want to be Darth Vader, it's available."
"You guys know I'm really not into the dressing-up thing."
"Oh, come on, Brad. Lots of pussy there, from what I understand."
I thought it over. I had no papers due, no tests to study for, and this would finally give me a reason to wear my officially licensed Star Wars Darth Vader mask with voice modulator. "Well, okay, but on one condition."
"Sure," Johnny said.
"Name it," Eddie replied.
"My sister is going as Sailor Moon. Hands off. Understood?"
"Yeah, no problem there," Johnny responded. "I'll tell Mike, so he knows."
I didn't tell Chloe that I had decided to go. I wanted it to be a surprise. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I wanted to mess with her a little, then spring it on her that it was me.
After classes on Friday, the four of us headed up to Atlanta, Mike and I in my car and Johnny and Eddie in Johnny's. We decided to chip in and get a room. You know, stay the night, do the Big Saturday thing, and hope for the best in getting laid? We each smuggled in a bottle of hooch, "Just in case ..." and we were buzzed after being there just an hour. I looked all over for the Sailor Scouts, but I never found them, even though we mingled until midnight.
The following day, we weren't on the floor more than forty-five minutes when Mike came to us and said, "Check it out: Lady Yuna from Final Fantasy X. We're going back to the room, so don't come a'knockin'." An hour later and Mike was back at our sides.
"How was it?" we all wanted to know.
"Magic," Mike replied. "Pure magic."
With that response, the rest of us set out on finding our own magic Momo-Con moment. By noon, Johnny had hooked up with a woman dressed as Wednesday Addams. Man, she was hot. I tried to get him to talk her into a threesome, but he was like, "No way, dude. She's all mine." To add to that disappointment, there was still no sighting of the Sailor Scouts. I thought to call Chloe and see if anything was wrong, but that would only serve to alert her to my presence.
Three-thirty, and Eddie was seen taking a Slave-girl Princess Leia to the elevator. "Lucky fucking bastard!" I shouted. It seemed that everyone but I was getting their wildest fantasies come to life. By six, everyone was ready to leave. Everyone, that is, except for me.
"Come on, Brad. I have a test on Monday I need to study for," Johnny said.
"And I have a paper to write," Eddie added.
"Not to mention I have a project I have to work on," said Mike.
"Go on ahead, guys. It's cool. I'm going to stay another night, though. You don't mind taking Mike, do you, Johnny?"
"Uh, no. He can ride with me."
"Cool, then I'll see you guys on Monday," and with that, we parted ways.
Around ten o'clock I spotted someone who had eluded my field of vision earlier, meaning she had just arrived, or there were just so many people here that she went beyond my notice. It was a woman dressed as the Marvel villainess Moonstone, complete with retro yellow spandex, silver helmet, and white gloves and boots. Even from across the room I could tell that her suit was a size too small. She didn't have a camel toe, but her nipples were pointing out, it gripped her ass so lovingly, and I could actually tell her belly button was an "innie." I approached her and said in my synthesized voice, "Lady Moonstone, if you were not already on the dark side I would gladly invite you."
She turned. The only things visible to me under her helmet were her eyes and nose. There was a silver plate that ran to her top lip, and I would soon find out that she, too employed a voice modifier. "Lord Vader. Yes. I have always done your bidding."
It was cheesy dialogue, I know, but what the fuck. Have a little fun, right? "Your suit. It fits a bit too perfectly, does it not?"
"Does it make you desire me?"
"Let's just say that Lord Vader's light sabre has been engaged."
She laughed. "Take me back to your place for some Romulan Ale and we'll see about unsheathing it."
Now, I'm not the kind of guy who gets all bent out of shape because someone slips a Star Trek reference into a Star Wars conversation, especially when it looks like I am finally going to get laid, which is why I said, "Let's go, my pretty, but beware the power of the force."
She looked between my legs to see I had a chubby and said, "The force has awakened."
We engaged in small talk the elevator ride up, and once in my room I made to remove her helmet but she stopped me. "Leave it on as long as the lights are on. I really want this to be anonymous. We'll remove them long enough to go down on each other, but after that it's back on for us both. Agreed?"
"Lord Vader complies with your request," I answered.
"Good. Now turn that light off and give me some of that vodka you were telling me about."
We passed the bottle back and forth until it was gone. We were both sloppy drunk. I went down on her first. I must have eaten her pussy for thirty minutes before pulling back, then she was all over my cock, sucking it like it had never been sucked before. She climbed on top of me then and rode me for a good twenty minutes before I shot my load. She fell on top of me and we finally gave in to our drunkenness and went to sleep.
I awoke the next morning alone in my room, naked except for my Darth Vader helmet; Moonstone must have slipped out sometime in the wee hours of the morning. I felt great, though. Drunk as I was, I remembered everything about last night. My only regret was that I never knew who the girl was. I packed my shit, checked out, and headed back to Macon.
I was back home a good three hours before Chloe came through the door. "Hey," I called to her.
She gave me a look that suggested she had no interest in talking. She stopped, looked around, then asked, "Where are Mom and Dad?"
"Church," I replied.
"Thank God," she said with exasperation, then dropped her duffle bag and fell onto the couch adjacent to my place on the recliner.
"You look like pure shit, Chlo," I said when she isn't immediately say anything.
"Feel like it, too," she responded. "I got tanked last night."
"Is that why you didn't go to Momo-Con?"
"Hunh?" she grunted, looking at me through blood-shot eyes.
"Momo-Con," I repeated. "Why didn't you go?"
"I went," she said as she ran her hands down the length of her face and then through her hair. "How would you know, anyway?"
"Because I was there, too," I told her, "and I didn't see any Sailor Scouts, any Powerpuff Girls, or anything even remotely close to a group of girls in matching costumes."
"You were at Momo-Con?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah, and you were right. I hooked up with this badass chick who did me up real good."
"Well, good for you." A pause, then she looked at me. "I got lucky, too," followed by a laugh.
"Do tell."
"Some asshat in a Darth Vader costume," she said. "We got drunk, had sex, and I left him in his room around three a.m."
My eyes felt like they had stretched as big around as pancakes. "Darth Vader, you say?"
