Reed Richards Notes Some Odd Readings...

Beep.

Reed Richards blinked. His arm stretched across the length of the lab, to where the coffee pot bubbled away. Sleep had not come last night. He had been focused on an experimental device to detect portals within the same dimensions based on measuring the ripple effect when localized time-space was folded.

Now it was beeping.

He frowned. He had activated the device scarcely an hour ago. The actual experiment hadn't started yet.

Yet it was beeping.

His arm returned with the black java, bitter and hot on his tongue as he studied the readings. A small portal. Very close. Within the Baxter Building itself. His brow furrowed. That was very interesting. Most of his detection apparatus was focused on exotic particle releases, but the time/space fold ripple detector worked on a completely different principle. Hypothetically, it could detect even Doctor Strange's magical portals, as long as each end was coterminous with this planet.

Reed cross-referenced the time and place of the appearance with the building layout. His blood ran cold as he noticed it was his own bedroom.

Where Sue was.

Sue Storm was gargling mouthwash when her husband burst into the bedroom, an electronic doohickey in his hand. His eyes searched around the room desperately, waving the device around. It did nothing, which seemed to agitate him, as he frowned comically.

For the Invisible Woman, this was a Wednesday.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Sue asked her husband.

"No, darling," he said. "I was trying out that new time/space fold ripple detector. It indicated there was a small aperture here, in this room, just a few moments ago."

Sue Storm wasn't listening. It occurred to her that the kids weren't up yet, and wouldn't be for at least half an hour. With an invisible force field, she shut and locked the door. As Reed waved his device by Sue's pillow, Sue pulled her nightclothes off and let them hit the floor.

Reed began to get the idea when she pulled his pants down around his ankles, knocking him onto the bed.

"Get hard," she said, as she clambered atop him.

"Darling, this is neither the time nor the place—" Reed began.

"Kids are asleep, and we're in our own bed. I'm wet and ready. Get hard for me, baby," Sue cooed. She took his slender shaft and stroked it. Seven inches sprang up, stiff as a No. 2 pencil. The Invisible Woman licked her lips. She knew it could get bigger, if he stretched it. And right now, she wanted him to stretch her out.

"Just lay there, papa," Sue moaned as she spread her pussy lips and lowered herself onto his shaft. "Let mama do all the work...just fill up my cunt with thick, hard dick!"

Obligingly, Reed thickened and lengthened his prick, as Sue often asked him to do. She seemed suspiciously amorous this morning.

As she sank down onto him, moaning softly, nipples stiff, hips grinding into his, Reed Richards wondered if her unusual lust and the aperture he had detected had a causal relationship.

More research would be needed.