The Smith siblings needed three months of honeymoon for their passion to cool down enough that their sexual antics became bearable to their parents again. During that time, they had countless further adventures, too many and too awesome ones to all be told here. They spent the remaining six months of Ashley’s pregnancy at home with their parents. Many a night they spent with Ashton’s Porsche parked inside Ashley’s garage. Depending on what Ashley dreamed, the garage held on to the car, anchoring Ashton to his sister-wife, or kicked it out, flinging the poor young man through the air. Now, Ashton loved having his cock engulfed by his sister’s snatch, but it was a real bother when the latter held onto the former so tightly that he couldn’t go to the toilet to pee, for although his grandparents had freed his parents and thereby his sister and himself from the need to poop, allowing them to live without anuses, all four still had to pee. Moreover, Ashley often pulled on Ashton’s boner with her snatch when she had wet dreams so strongly that he reeled in pain. Ashton also loved to be hurled many feet high by his sister’s snatch, but only in the open and over a body of water, not in a room, where he often crashed into a wall or the ceiling. That’s why Ashton soon insisted on always dreaming together with Ashley. This way, she shared every dream with him, so he could steer it in a direction that didn’t cause him bladder-aches, cock-aches, or headaches.
At last, in the midst of spring, Ashley gave birth to her and her brother-husband’s triplets. They were perfectly healthy in spite of having identical twins as their parents. Ashley gave them breast milk right away. During her pregnancy, her boobies had grown from comely hills to awe-inspiring mountains, which were as firm, perky, and springy as ever. They made more than enough milk for her three babies, so she had to do something with the surplus. She fired her spare milk into the divine world, where it made a magic tree sprout. In seconds, the plant had grown above the top of the holy realm. The supernatural tree had such spiritual strength that even the gods trembled at its awesome might. No god or super-god could withstand its will, so it became their spiritual leader and did away with any remaining jerk-ass nature of theirs.
“A bit greater than the genital flower we made sprout the last time, eh?” said Ashley.
Ashton’s jaw dropped. He challenged his sister-wife to a duel, though he felt that this would be the day his penis would be put to shame, the day his dick’s firepower record would be broken at last, the day his crotch would have to give up its title as gun number one – or even gun number two for that matter. The sibling-spouses marched onto a dusty street and faced one another like the gunfighters of old. A crowd gathered round to watch. Among them was the TV reporter who covered the surfing competition. The opponents aimed their guns at each other. One combatant wielded his great boner, the other fighter one of her mighty breasts. The dickhead and the hard, pointy, and long nipple pointed menacingly at one another. Lightning bolts flew from the young mother’s breasts. Their might was greater than even that of the sparks made by her girl-dick and her brother’s boner, sending the gods into a euphoric frenzy that made them create better-than-perfect omniverses en masse.
Through their link, the married twins matched their start shot perfectly, and because they were honest, neither cheated. In the same instant, the two shot their missiles at each other, Ashton his cum jet and Ashley one milk jet. And unlike anything before, the milk beam stopped the spunk spurt in its track. Milk and semen sprayed in all directions where the two jets met. Slowly but steadily, the milk drove the cum back. Although Ashton’s crotch gave its utmost, the spunk-spewing and milk-spraying meeting point came ever closer to it. Being intelligent missiles, the spunk spurts tried to go around the milk spurts, but the latter were smart missiles as well and always got them. At last, Ashton had to concede victory to his sister. In firepower and ammunition capacity, his genital gun had been outclassed by her mammary ones.
“Congrats, honey sis!”
“Thanks, honey bro! And while your dick’s probably got enough of even one of my breasts, our kids have grown so much that they can’t get enough of both.”
And she walked back indoors to suckle her babies.
“What a finale!” said the reporter. “It began with a playful shark messing up the Shipwreck Bay Surfing Championship and ended with the most awesome display of firepower Man or god has ever seen.”
Chapter End Notes:
Mammary firepower has trumped genital firepower. Had you seen that coming?
Story End Notes:
How do you find the feel of my story?
How is the suspense?
Which character do you like the most (or the least)?
Which one do you identify with the most?
How do you like the action and adventure in this story?
What’s your take on the ethical points made by the characters?
Are you aware of how important it is to conserve sharks? They clean up the oceans, keep populations of other organisms in check, inspire us to new technology (like especially low-drag and antimicrobial surfaces), and are wonderful beings in their own right. It is our duty to protect them, ourselves, and all other living beings as best as we can.
What else would you like to say?
If you’d like to talk about soul bonds, sibcest, twincest, and the like with me and others, be sure to check out my Discussion Group: Telepathic Twincest Geeks!55Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyABB2g1Wwf
Also, be sure to check out an anti-discrimination song which the main characters of this tale make up after the events told in this story in my work Why Bother to Cover...?.
In this story, there is mention of jerk-ass gods. If you’re interested in divine jerk-asses getting their asses kicked, would you perhaps want to read my true myth How to Screw Jerk-Ass Gods?
Have a great summer! 🌞
And have a great time all year round! 😀
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