Over the next couple of weeks, the siblings made true on their promise. Spunking inside his wife and sister became Ashton’s favorite pastime. The two of them turned every room in their house into a steam bath. They had physical sex over twenty times a day and telepathic sex constantly. One joint orgasm chased the other.
One late afternoon, Mrs. Smith walked in on Ashley riding Ashton on their parents’ bed. The sun’s golden beams added a magical touch to the scene. “Yeah, cowgirl, ride that stallion of yours into the sunset!” she cheered her daughter on.
“Yes … will … do,” said the breathless pregnant young woman while panting.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith were filled with joy and euphoria as their telepathic children sent out their feelings and emotions. He was an inventor and she a writer, and this euphoria inspired them to come up with some very fine pieces, such as the ones of which will now be told. Mrs. Smith came up with the ideas for a novel that would become a bestseller. She allowed those who shared her copyleftist ideals to build on her novel but strictly forbade anyone who supported excessive intellectual property from doing so. Mr. Smith invented a major improvement to the Van de Graaff generator, the machine that uses a belt to bring charges into the field-free inside of a metallic dome. The Van de Graaff-Smith generator, as is came to be known, generated higher voltages and much higher currents than the ordinary Van de Graaff generator. Some versions of that machine reached over 200 million volts. He patented his invention to protect its free use by everyone who shared his for-freedom ideals.
The twins had come up with and built a Van de Graaff generator by themselves as children, without learning about it before. In the first days of their honeymoon, they often connected themselves to it for some sexy electricity additional to that made by their genitals. When their father’s prototype had been built, they connected themselves to it instead and got much better and bigger results.
Mr. Smith laughed hard as his kids spewed sparks non-stop while screwing and was quite proud both of his invention and the genital firepower his children had inherited from him and his wife, who had inherited it from their forebears in turn. “Horny electric eels couldn’t do it better.”
Yet for all the physical, mental and spiritual wonders of the twins’ lovemaking, its physical ramifications soon became unbearable. After two weeks, Mr. and Mrs. Smith were almost finished. “This steaming hothouse is worse than the Paleocene-Eocene Thermal Maximum,” said a lethargic Mr. Smith.
“Please, have mercy, kids!” said a desperate Mrs. Smith.
Equally desperate to unleash his seed into his twin sister-wife, Ashton said nothing until he had finished up inside her. When he had regained his breath and come down from his high far enough, he said, “Ok, Mom and Dad, we’ll go on a trip.”
The spouse-siblings’ trip turned out to be an extravagant sex spree. They were kicked out of one hotel after the fragrant fumes of their sex set off the fire alarm and drenched many hotel guests. They were kicked out from another when Ashley’s geyser turned the hotel’s restaurant into a steam bath and chased away quite a few hotel guests. Yet another hotel fined them for property damage when Ashley waved to her brother-husband from behind a glass wall and he rushed to her and rammed his sharp and pointed boner right through the glass and into her pussy.
Once, they were flying in a solar powered plane (they only used green transportation means). Ashton was beside himself with wild desire as he smothered his sister with voluptuous kisses, pressed his chest against her dainty, firm and bouncy breasts sporting sharp pointed nipples, passionately groped her firm butt, and hammered his crotch into her vagina with unparalleled ferocity to relieve its aching. Three flight attendants laughed as they saw him pound his sister-wife in her seat with abandon.
“Oh yeah, baby, this one’s gonna be a big one!” he said in ecstasy. “This is the best summer holiday ever.”
Especially strong pressure and high tension built up, which was released in an overwhelming climax. Ashton’s super strong gun fired so explosively that sonic booms emanated from Ashley’s snatch as the cum loads broke the sound barrier. Hearing the bangs, the air marshal thought they were gunshots and arrested the siblings, thinking them to be terrorists. Only after they had clarified what was going on did he let them go with a hearty laugh.
The Smith siblings had sex while riding bananas, tubes, speedboats, and trains. Among the latter were an old steam locomotive, which they powered with their genital steam like their mother had suggested, and an electrical one, which Ashley powered with her boob lightning. They powered many of the other electrical vehicles they rode with their genital electricity. Perhaps their most memorable sexy ride was when Ashley rode Ashton while the latter was riding on the back of an orca.
They took part in a beach volleyball match. By steering his thinking about his sister, Ashton could make his dick go limp, springy, or stiff at will. He could control it like a limb and used it to smite the ball against the opponent team with immense force without even having to move his hips. Indeed, he could wield his boner for typing faster than with fingers. After the match, the twins met a woman carrying a big fat diamond ring on her finger on the beach. Ashton bet that he could scratch the woman’s diamond with nothing but his body parts. The rich woman didn’t take him seriously at first, so he let his parents telepathically talk to the woman. The family wagered their whole fortune against the woman’s diamond ring.
The woman laughed. “If I can increase my already staggering wealth that easily, why not? I mean, it’s just peanuts, but peanuts are tasty as well.”
“Deal?” said Ashton.
The woman shook his hand. “Deal.”
She held her ring for Ashton to try to scratch. The unbelievably masculine and handsome man thought about his sister-wife’s awe-inspiring beauty. A thick bulge appeared in his pants. The woman threw him an odd look since he hadn’t done anything obvious yet. But then, he took the ring off her finger with one hand. The woman wasn’t afraid of theft, for her guards had encircled her and the two strangers who looked oddly alike. Ashton opened his zipper with his other hand. Out popped, or rather lunged, his rock-hard cock and pointed forward menacingly. The woman took a step back. Ashton held the diamond above his penis and flicked his genital spear up with his muscles faster than the eye could see. And lo and behold! His dick’s tip had left a deep scratch on the diamond. The rich woman and her guards gasped in astonishment. Holding the ring in one hand and holding hands with Ashley with the other, Ashton went on to wield his dick as an engraving tool to write the letter A and the numeral 3 on the diamond with the fine control of a calligrapher or a surgeon.
“For ‘Ashley and Ashton’, my sweet sister-wife and me,” he said and pressed Ashley’s hand.
The woman had to acknowledge the bet and leave her precious stone to the twins. Ashton told his friend Gwen Hammond telepathically that he had got her a stone to help in shark conservation and fish protection generally and conservation of nature broadly. The young woman was a bit perplexed at first, but became overjoyed once she knew what kind of stone it was.
What a bayonet that son of a gun has! she thought.
Reading the redhead’s thoughts, Ashley told her and Ashton telepathically, “My nipples could have done that easily, too.”
Ashton hit back, “As could mine.”42Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz7kkPKLCl7
