Sue Storm Is Neutral on Dr. Stone

"And her panties were right there!" Sue Storm said, unable to repress a grin.

Reed Richards chuckled as he sliced the vegetables and potatoes. The children were in the living room with the Thing, and Johnny had a date tonight, so it fell on Sue and Reed to make dinner. The Invisible Woman used invisible—and germless—forcefields to move the salmon around, brushed it with soy sauce and ginger while Reed did the rest. They moved together, like an old familiar dance.

"So what do you think of her?" Reed asked. "Are you going back?"

"Well..." Sue thought as he opened the oven and she slid the pan in. "I think so. She said next time we'd work on some mental exercises to help reduce my stress, and that sounds worthwhile. I don't know if I want to visit a headshrinker on a regular basis. She's nice enough, and competent, I just don't know if I trust her yet."

Reed nodded. "Whatever helps you, darling."

They kissed. Small screams of joy rang from the living room. One of the children had won at whatever game they were playing.

For a moment, Sue realized, life was good. No alien invasions, no monsters from the inner Earth. Just a family enjoying each other's company.

After dinner came the washing up. Reed and Ben carried the children off to brush their teeth and tuck them in, while Sue was left with an empty pan that smelled of fish, lemon, and ginger. In truth, cleaning wasn't much of a problem with her powers. An invisible **** field around each dish would pop the filth right off, then folded up into itself and carried to the sink. They didn't even need to use water, though Sue added the now "rinsed" dishes to the washing machine anyone. The whole exercise was good practice for the fine use of her powers.

Except—the smell of fish made her nostrils twitch tonight. She suddenly shivered with unexpected excitement. A warmth filled her panties, and for a moment Sue thought she'd peed herself.

A quick trip to the bathroom revealed nothing out of order, though. Sue rubbed the clear fluid from her drenched panties between her fingers. She instinctively squeezed her pussy, as the unfamiliar sexual urge filled her being. An uncharacteristic horniness. The sight and smell of her unexpected ejaculation seemed to intensify the sensation, like a feedback loop.

Her mind went back to Dr. Stone's panties. What had they been doing there? Had Dr. Stone really had sex with a patient? Or...or had she just taken her panties off for some reason and left them there? Had the psychiatrist gone through their entire session commando, her pussy bare to the world? Only a few feet from Sue?

Unprofessional. Sue mulled the thought over as she peeled off the rest of her clothes. Clean panties and a t-shirt were all she needed to go to bed. Reed, no doubt, would be at work late into the night in the lab. The Invisible Woman slid into her bed, alone except with her thoughts—and what she thought of, what she couldn't escape from, in the dark of the night was the sight and smell of Dr. Stone's pussy. The image and sense-memory of it burned so clearly in her mind that it was difficult for Sue to think of anything else, even as she strove for sleep.

And why, Sue asked herself before unconsciousness claimed her. Does that make me so wet?