(Special thanks to Pennlady, although she can only help a retard like me so much and all mistakes are mine and mine alone. I love Halloween and costume mix-up stories in particular. I hope this one adds to the genre. Enjoy!)
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Otis had been thinking about this night for a long time. He hung his Batman costume on the back of the door and removed the protective bag. It was all black and grey with the iconic bat symbol centered on the chest. He nodded in satisfaction; It had been worth the extra money. His sister, Brenda, had decided to have a Halloween party at the off-campus house she shared with a couple of her friends. It was going to be huge. They had invited nearly the entire college. Since Otis and Brenda had been getting along better lately, she had invited him, for once.
He mused on Brenda's improved attitude as he finished getting his costume ready. He was sure that it had to do with moving away to college and both of them maturing but, mostly, he attributed it to her new boyfriend Tom. Tom was the starting quarterback for the city college football team, and although Otis had little use for Jocks in the past, he had to admit that Tom was okay.
He was still a bit of a meathead, but he made Brenda happy; happier then Otis had ever seen her, at least. Otis and Brenda had never gotten along growing up. Brenda was two years older, and was just entering her third year of college. Otis was a freshman at the same school, but he still lived at home. They had fought constantly while they were growing up. Otis knew that he was to blame for some of it, but in his mind, Brenda had been a world class-bitch when she was younger. That Brenda had actually invited Otis to one of her parties was a big turning point in their relationship. Times were definitely changing and for the better, Otis thought -- definitely for the better.
Otis's thoughts turned to Brenda. Even though she was his sister, he was enough of a guy to realize how beautiful she was. She was tall, with jet-black hair and full pink lips. He had found himself staring at her chest in spite of himself when they were swimming at the family reunion this past summer; he had really never noticed how busty she was before. It was almost obscene, the way her large breasts strained the fabric of her swimsuit, threatening to burst free at any moment.
He was determined to ask her if she'd fix him up with one of her friends at the party. He knew just which one too: Jenny Hinkle. She was one of Brenda's teammates on the cheerleading squad and she looked a lot like Brenda. She had the same dark hair but was slightly shorter and had smaller breasts. Otis had spent many a night fantasizing about and masturbating to images of Jenny Hinkle.
Why do superheroes always have to wear skin tight leotards? Otis wondered as he pulled them on carefully in Brenda's upstairs bathroom. That was a question for the ages. He blamed Superman -- what a dumbass -- for starting such a horrible trend. Otis had heard two girls talking outside the doorway and stopped with the tights halfway up one leg.
"Oh, God, what I wouldn't do to get a chance with Tom." One of the girls admitted. He recognized the voice. It was Jenny Hinkle -- and she wanted Brenda's boyfriend!
"What about Brenda?" The other girl asked in shock. Otis couldn't see her face, but didn't think the shock was genuine.
"What Brenda doesn't know won't hurt her," Jenny answered. "It's not like I want to marry him or anything. I just want to have sex with him," she said with a giggle. "Besides, I won't get the chance anyway."
"You are so totally bad, Jenny," the other girl said and then they were gone down the hallway.
Otis wasn't sure what to think about this information. Should he tell Brenda? Nah, he thought. He was willing to bet all girls talked about each other's boyfriends this way. He finished getting dressed, fastened his Batman utility belt and headed downstairs to join the party.
The party was rocking and the house was full of people. There were rows of beer kegs out the back and soon Otis was feeling the effects of more then a few beers. Jenny Hinkle was looking good as Cat Woman but he had lost track of her a while ago.
Feeling an urgent need to piss like a racehorse, Otis headed upstairs to take a leak. He found an empty bathroom and relieved himself. While he was fastening his utility belt again, he noticed a pile of red and gold in the corner of the bathroom. It was Tom's Iron man costume. Had he left the Party early? Otis had seen Brenda and Tom out by the kegs earlier that evening and this was definitely Tom's costume.
The costume gave Otis an idea. He had seen Jenny Hinkle hanging out on the upstairs balcony on his way to the bathroom, and thought that she might be up for a visit from Iron Man, based on the conversation that he had overheard while he was getting dressed earlier. It was a pretty bulky, costume -- maybe she wouldn't realize that it wasn't Tom? Otis was just drunk enough to think it could work.
His sister was downstairs being the perfect hostess, and the party was bumping. What could go wrong? He quickly stripped off the Batman suit and hid it in the clothes hamper, and then quickly put on Tom's Iron man costume. The mask was the best part. It covered his whole head and fastened to the shoulders. He looked in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised to see that he didn't look much different then Tom had. They were both the same height and the costume made Otis appear just as bulky and muscular. As long as he could refrain from talking, he had it made. He laughed to himself as he thought of his new super hero name: Iron Mime.
Otis opened the door and peered out. Not seeing anyone, he ventured out into the hallway wearing Tom's costume. He started down the hallway to the alcove were he had seen Jenny sitting not fifteen minutes earlier. She wasn't there. Crap, he thought.
He didn't dare go downstairs; he would surely get caught by either Brenda or one of Tom's teammates. Both of those scenarios, Otis thought, could only turn out badly. He was starting to feel nervous. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Otis turned to go back to the bathroom and nearly ran into Brenda. She had decided to dress as Wonder Woman and had ordered her costume from Fredericks of Hollywood. It was skin tight and showed a ton of cleavage. She looked amazing. Linda Carter would have been jealous.
"Oh, so you decided to come back, did you?" Brenda asked.
Otis nodded his head, not sure what else to do.
"I thought you were angry at me," she said. "I was really upset."
Otis shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Tom," she said softly. "Do you forgive me?"
Otis nodded his head, having no idea what Brenda was apologizing for. She had a strange look in her eyes and he wasn't entirely sure how to interpret it.
"Come here and I'll make it up to you," she said, grabbing Otis's gloved hand and leading him towards her bedroom. She pulled him in and shut the door, locking it behind her.
"You've been looking at these all night haven't you?" Brenda asked, gesturing at her boobs.
Otis nodded his head again, starting to really feel uncomfortable.
"I know, baby." She peeled down the top of her costume, letting her magnificent breasts spring into view. They were huge and Otis immediately sprouted an erection.
"Oh my!" Brenda said, looking down at his hard on. "Is that for me, baby?"
Otis stumbled back and fell onto the bed. He had been foiled by Iron Man's ridiculous boots.
