Suzy Slips Into Reed and Sue's Bedroom, Invisible

There were no memories to guide Suzy, as she slipped through the halls of the Baxter Building. She was alone, the only creature awake, but she went invisible anyway, her bare feet on an invisible **** field so there were no steps to hear. With exceeding care, she opened the door to the master bedroom without touching it. Leaving no evidence of her passage behind.

It was the wee hours of the morning, and Reed Richards lay in bed beside his wife. Sue Storm slept on her back, dressed only in an oversized t-shirt. Reed wore nothing. His slim, fit body was naked. Suzy saw the stubble on his chin, the white stripes at his temples...and, of course, down at his cock.

She bit her lower lip, a sudden flash of jealousy hitting her as she saw the long, soft schlong. Suzy was aware of his stretching powers, but now that he was ****, it showed only his regular length and girth...and he was still, she was sure, Mr. Fantastic.

Her knees settled on a hard invisible pad but the bed, her dark-adjusted eyes trying to drink in every detail. This was the cock that her other self, that other Susan that slept beside him, had let knock her up. Suzy's tongue ran over her lips. She did not remember her own sexual conquests, but there were instincts buried there. Attitudes. A desire that once raised...had to be quenched.

Suzy knelt down and ran her tongue along that long, flaccid prick. Let her tongue run over the glans, enjoyed the tangy little drop at the slit. With her oral ministrations, the cock slowly rose. Suzy grinned, the smell of the prick and balls making her heady. She wanted this cock. Wanted to feel it in her throat. She rose with a thought, positioning herself to take more of his dick into her.

Sorry, sister, Suzy thought, as she felt Reed's balls brush against her chin. He hardened rapidly as she sucked, using the muscles of her lips, mouth and throat, but also slowly stroking the cock with small invisible rings of ****, a practiced effort that came naturally to her from her forgotten life.

Reed Richards stirred in his sleep, dreams taking a sudden erotic turn. His hips shifted instinctively, the smell of sex in the room increased as he began to perspire...and then she felt it. The swelling, the stiffening, the pulse...

The hot sticky load of Sue Storm's husband spat down a throat which was the duplicate of his wife's. In his dreams, he imagined it was her face he was fucking, her eyes that stared adoringly at him.

Suzy slid away, content for the moment. Her "sister" and her husband were none the wiser, and that was good, for now.

Yet it sparked a devilish thought in Suzy.

She would make that cock hers. One way or another.