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Kara was a healthy young woman, slender and spry and oh so captivating. Clark found his gaze glued to her, enthralled by every tiny movement of her magnificent body as she strode up to the couch.
What the hell is wrong with you, Kent? She's family. She's your own blood!
That's what Clark urged himself to remember. But the woman drawing closer told another story, equally true. That Kara Kent was gorgeous. And Clark Kent wanted her. Great Rao, he wanted her.
He drew his eyes down from her bust, dragging slowly over her bare belly, then further down to her hips. They flared out wide from her waist, alluring curves beckoning for his attention. Her pink panties were a small pair, the fabric biting into her soft flesh.
Briefly, Clark pondered the paradox of their Kryptonian physiology - able to withstand knives, bullets, fire… but somehow their skin remained soft and pliant under gentle touch. He could reach right then and see for himself, using Kara's lush body to prove it. But Clark refrained. He was not a man ruled by baser urges.
"I heard you stirring from the bedroom." Kara said innocently, linking her fingers behind her back. Pushing her lush tummy just a little outwards. Like an unconscious offering. She stared down at his lying form, her head tilting to the side. "Having trouble getting to sleep?"
"A little. I can manage." Clark answered, trying to send Kara off as politely as he could. His heart was beating faster, inconveniently coinciding with him noticing his cousin was all woman.
His manhood thrummed to life beneath his blanket, swelling further and further as his heart hammered in his chest. Clark could only hope that Kara wouldn't notice. But it was a vain hope - Kara, like himself, was Kryptonian. She had all the same super-senses as he did.
The perky blonde cocked her lovely hips to one side, smirking down at him.
"You don't need to sleep on the couch, you know." She told him.
Clark sat up in another feeble attempt to hide his burgeoning erection. He huffed through his nostrils, rubbing at his tired face with one hand.
"I don't want you to give up your bed for me. Either of you." Clark countered. But each defense he put up was weaker than the last. The steel in voice was lessened with each word that passed through his lips. It was replaced with strain, a roughness that betrayed his inner conflict.
The shine in Kara's eyes - the spark that Clark could see even through the darkness - told him that the lithe blonde very much noticed. And it pleased her greatly.
"Of course you won't be kicking us out of bed!" Kara giggled, turning to sit her cute little behind right beside Clark. She beamed at him, her smile pushing up her rosy cheeks. "We'd share it!"
Clark breathed in, his cock twitching in his boxers.
"Uh… that's not… I'm not sure about that, Kara."
But his cousin only gave a bubbly giggle in response. Then she scooted her pert little tush even closer.
"Why? There's nothing weird about it. On Krypton, family members shared beds all the time." She said, setting a dainty hand on his shoulder. She started to rub his firm muscles through the fabric of his shirt.
It was wrong. Wrong for him to be thinking the thoughts that were in his head. Wrong for him to feel the urges he felt - especially concerning his own flesh and blood! It was just wrong!
He knew it. And so did Kara. But the younger blonde was all too happy to keep hammering away at the chink in his armor. With her words… and with her body. Her lithe, sensual body.
Clark chided himself for the reactions of his body. He thought he was better than this. He was raised to be better than this. Kara was his cousin for God's sake - alternate universe be damned! He couldn't explain it, the lust that coursed through his body.
He'd been having such thoughts for days now, ever since Lois had broken things off. At first he wrote it off as a psychological reaction to his heartbreak, subconsciously urging himself to sow his wild oats. But then he started feeling the same desires for Karen and Kara, his own family. And now…
Now, it was starting to wear him down.
"I know." He sighed, his words coming out strained once again. He cleared his throat, continuing on. "I guess it's just my Kansas upbringing…"
He shifted on the couch, both to inch just a bit away from Kara's warmth and to hide the tent pitching up through his blanket. He bundled some of it over his crotch, hoping that would hide it…
But Kara just inched closer in turn. She sat up on her knees, hugging one of Clark's thick arms to her chest. Her perky breasts enveloped his upper arm, his bicep sinking into the valley of her cleavage. She leaned forth, bringing her lips to his ear. Her voice came like sweet music, pouring out like honey.
"And even if things do get weird… I wouldn't mind."
Images flashed through Clark's mind. Kara splayed out on her back, her hair thrown out across the bed like golden tendrils. Her full, ripe breasts bare and fanning out over her chest, pink nipples poking out, begging to be kissed and sucked. Her pretty face flushed, her eyes glazed with desire, her lips parted as she sighed in pleasure. Him looming over her… and his fat, veiny cock resting on her soft tummy.
Clark shook his head, grimacing. He should have been revolted by such a fantasy… but his cock still surged with hot blood, throbbing against his thigh. He didn't dare look Kara in the eyes, but he felt her presence at his side, felt her eyes drilling into the side of his head.
"Kara…" He warned.
"Lois never deserved you, Kal." Kara persisted, passion seeping into her voice. "Building a future with her would have been a mistake. A waste."
"A waste?" Clark almost snapped, but he kept his tone even.
"You're the last son of Krypton, Kal. The last hope for our species You can't just go off and breed with just a regular human-"
"Kara, I think that's enough." Clark cut her off. Gathering the last of his nerves, he began to rise…
…Only for another set of hands to set upon his shoulders. Karen's hands. They couldn't belong to anyone else. He recognized her touch. She forced - gently - to sit back down.
How did I not sense her…?
"You have a responsibility, Kal. To us. To your people." Karen spoke softly but with complete conviction. She sounded similar to Kara, but as the elder of the two her voice was more mature. Deeper, smokier… sexier.
Clark turned his head to see her as she rounded to the front of the couch - and immediately wished he hadn't.
Karen technically wore more clothing than Kara, but her garb was infinitely more tempting than the younger blonde's tank top and panties. The elder wore lingerie, her bra and panties a matching set of lacy and very sheer white. Stockings, too, also sheer. They clung to her full, firm thighs, teasing at the creamy flesh.
The panties were but a small triangle covering her mons pubis, her sex visible through the thin fabric. But Clark's gaze was drawn higher, to her bra. Karen's breasts, larger and more ample than Kara's, were contained by delicate cups of sheer white. Her nipples, round saucers of puffy pink, poked through. Clark, in a moment of twisted humor, wondered why those twin peaks hadn't shredded through the frilly lingerie.
His mouth dry and his mind unable to formulate any coherent thought, Clark could do nothing but drink in the enthralling vision before him. Kara was a healthy, pretty young woman. But Karen? Karen was a sculpture, an idol made in reverence to beauty. Power and feminine allure married together to form the perfection of her body. Arms and legs firm with strength, her stomach tight with muscle, but the softness of womanhood present, clear and proud in the form of her ample tits and her wide, luscious hips.
Where Kara had a nubile allure, Karen's ample maturity could drive even the almighty into rut.
And her lips… Great Rao, her lips…
Karen had decided to wear lipstick, her full, pert lips colored a dark, glossy red. And the smirk she wore promised Clark dark, wicked things.
Clark no longer attempted to hide his erection. His mind was focused on other things. Many other things. How wrong it was to have gotten hard because of his beautiful - and touchy - cousins. How maddeningly enticing their bodies were. How much he enjoyed the warmth of their touch, their sweet voices in his ears. About how he couldn't think straight anymore.
It all came to a head when he felt a slender pair of hands slip under his blanket. They sought out his boxers and quickly slipped under his waistband, gently cupping his manhood. Cock and balls both cradled in a pair of warm, soft hands.
Clark sucked in a breath, his eyes going wide. He turned and saw Kara giving him the sweetest little smile. The culprit gave a tiny giggle, beginning to stroke his length slowly under the blanket.
As good as it felt, as delightful as Kara's touch was, Clark knew he had to put a stop to this. He was crossing a line now - they all were - one that he couldn't go back from. He made one last attempt to rise, to escape from this twisted sex fantasy…
…Only for Karen to once again force him back down on the couch.
Clark sat back with a low grunt, feeling a flash of anger… only for it to be snuffed out instantly as he was captivated by the way Karen's breasts jiggled in her sheer, lacy bra.
The elder blonde stood before him and Kara, smirking as her younger alternate self continued working his cock under the blanket. Karen wagged her finger in front of Clark's face, as if scolding a school boy.
"Careful, Kal. Don't go starting something in my apartment." She warned him, mostly teasingly. "If not for yourself, then do it for the other people who live here. A Kryptonian fight won't be so good for the other tenants, no?"
"Just sit back and relax." Kara purred into his ear. Both her hands slid along his shaft, squeezing him, stroking him, milking him. Despite himself, Clark eased back into the couch cushions, letting the younger woman touch him as she willed. "Let us take care of you."
"Girls. Ladies. This is wrong." Clark put up a feeble defense. "You're my blood."
He didn't bother to push either woman away. Karen sat down beside him, throwing one of her stocking-covered legs over his knee. She leaned into his side, her soft lips ghosting over his neck. Under the blanket, Kara's hands continued to pump up and down his cock.
"Yes." Hummed Karen. "The blood of Krypton. We're the last of it."
She curled an arm around Clark's neck, drawing him into her warmth. Her breasts, snug and tight in her bra, brushed against his shoulder. He could feel her nipples graze over his skin. Clark breathed in deeply, a wild blaze stirred in his gut and groin.
"You can't go wasting this on a regular human tramp, Kal." Kara added, her words coming heated and desperate. She stroked him faster, working his length hard enough that he could feel beads of precum bubble up from the tip.
The man could only groan, his body, his muscles trembling from the bliss of his cousins' touch. Kara's skilled, nimble hands working his dick and Karen's lips teasing along his neck, the sensations from both were driving him into the dark abyss of base, primal desire. Every stroke, every loving kiss, they urged further and further away from the good, righteous life he had been taught to live. He should have felt ashamed. But all he felt was pleasure.
"We were sent to Earth so our people could live again." Karen breathed hotly into the crook of Clark's neck. "But it's just us left, Kal. I'd say this calls for desperate measures."
With a sigh, the elder blonde ripped the blanket away from Clark's lap, revealing her cousin's thick, throbbing cock to the open air. It sprung upwards, like a beast free from its cave, twitching angrily.
Kara gave a cry of delight, sounding like she had just opened a Christmas gift. Her hands continued their ministrations, working slower now. Her fingers massaged his swollen head, rubbing circles over the tip. There she gathered some of his precum, using her palms to smear it over the rest of his length. Clark grunted, a low rumble from deep in his chest. The wet sounds of Kara's hands pumping his cock were lewd, obscene. They further fueled Clark's dark, twisted lusts.
He glanced down to his groin, watching Kara's hands do their intimate work. Karen took that chance to join her, adding her own hands to fun.
Kara milked his cock while Karen cradled and massaged his plump balls. Two gorgeous specimens of his race, together so eager to drive him to ecstasy. Not even his old-fashioned upbringing in small town Kansas could keep Clark from being mesmerized by the sight.
Superman was still a man, he again reminded himself. Deep down, his spirit had a primal need. He hungered for more.
"The pride of Krypton." Kara sighed, her sweet voice carrying like flower petals on the wind. "This is meant for us."
She slowed her strokes to an agonizing pace, cradling Clark's manhood almost reverently. Her slender fingers played at the crown, twisting around the edge. Thrilling spikes of pleasure made Clark white-knuckle the backrest of the couch. He hissed through his grit teeth, his hips lifting some, fucking his cock into Kara's and Karen's hands. More precum leaked from his tip, the slick herald of the potent seed they two women so desperately craved.
"We're the only women who can truly handle you, Kal." Karen purred into his ear. She drew one of her hands from his balls, sliding it under his t-shirt. She kissed along his neck and jawline, feeling up his musculature, groping wantonly at his chest and abdomen.
The elder blonde gave a soft, pitiful whine. Next he felt her tongue drag over the skin of his neck, followed by her teeth as she nipped at him playfully.
Her shameless groping was short-lived. Kara upped the pace of her strokes again and Karen joined her once more in the task of milking Clark's thick, veiny, bulging cock. But she only used one hand. With her other, she cradled the back of Clark's head - forcing his face into her deep cleavage.
Clark didn't fight back. He accepted his treatment. Everything about this was wrong, but Superman had finally been broken down. It was twisted, but so too was it paradise. With a low growl, Clark kissed and licked hungrily at Karen's big, milky tits.
He only pulled back for a short moment, taking the chance to issue but one command.
"Clark," He said. "Call me Clark."
Kara gave a delighted hum. Karen giggled low and deep into his ear.
"Clark. Farm boy. Stud. Whatever you like." The elder blonde spoke with honey in her voice, the sweetness dripping from every word. Her fingers rubbed circles into his bulging cockhead, smearing the slick precum all over before using her palm to massage it into the bulb. Clark sank into the couch, grunting. Karen continued to purr, honey sweet. "You can't be giving this cock to just anyone. Not until you've made a couple of full-blooded Kryptonian babies."
"Babies?" Clark groaned, surging his hips upward, thrusting his prick into their hands. His body worked on instinct now, seeking to sate its primal need.
"Yeah." Kara agreed, her hands shlicking along his shaft from the base all the way up to the tip. His length throbbed against her dainty fingers - making him feel like he was about to burst. The younger blonde let out a cute, giddy laugh, feeling his rod pulse with his heartbeat. She flashed her bright eyes towards him, smiling beautifully. "You've got responsibilities, remember? You wanna save our species, right? Then you've got to pump a kid into me. Karen, too."
"Oh, Great fucking Rao…"
Kara's pumps grew quicker, more intense. Karen used her thumb to massage his bulbous cockhead. Clark felt the pressure building, the heat in his groin burning him from the inside out.
"Oh, yeah…" Karen breathed, standing on her knees to force her breasts in Clark's face. "The seed of Rao… needs to be spread! So give it up! Show us, Clark! Show us what Superman has to offer!"
Even in his sorry, primal state, Clark had enough of a mind to keep his powers in check. He threw his head back and bellowed loudly - but not so much that he would burst the eardrums of everyone in a mile radius. His hips lifted off the couch, his whole body struck by the intensity of his orgasm.
The pressure that had been building finally erupted, a tsunami of pleasure overwhelming his senses. It slammed into him, coursing through his core to each of his limbs and back again. Thrilling pulses that thrummed through his veins, over and over, sending his mind into a blank white.
Hot seed surged up through his cock, erupting from the tip like a geyser. He could hear Karen and Kara laughing in delight and joy, but the two devious blondes were miles away. All Clark could focus on was the sheer sensation of his ecstasy.
They continued to work his shaft, both women stroking his length with their skilled hands. Every throb he felt was joined by another thick rope shooting forth from his cock. Karen and Kara milked him all the while, determined to wring every last drop they could from him. It was agonizing. And it was splendid.
Finally, after what felt simultaneously too long and too short, Clark Kent came down from his blissful high. He sank into the couch, sucking in deep breaths. He didn't dare look up to see the mess he made. But judging from the delighted cackling of Karen and Kara, it must have been a most copious donation made from his plump balls. His cock, well-pumped by now, started to wilt to a more manageable size, finally allowed to rest against his bare thigh.
As Clark stared up at the apartment ceiling, letting the lustful haze clear from his mind, he felt a pair of lips press affectionately to his temple - though he couldn't tell if it was from Kara or Karen.
"A bit wasteful." He heard Karen comment, the elder blonde snorting as she drew a finger over his half-hard cock. "But we're the only ones who have the right to waste it."
"What… the hell… has gotten into the two of you?" Clark breathed in deep through his nose, his strength flowing back to his body. He lifted his head, eyeing the two blondes with a hard expression.
"Nothing that you don't like, apparently." Kara shot back, wearing a playful little smirk.
He noted the younger blonde's eyes were fixed on his groin with a measure of excitement. It was only then that Clark noticed he was hard again - his prick was ramrod straight, shooting up from his crotch, twitching against the open air. The head was once more swollen fat, so fat that it had pushed out past his foreskin. He saw that it was weeping remnants of his ending, the slick seed dribbling down his length, catching on some of the bulging veins.
Not even Power Girl and Supergirl together could put him to rest, it seemed.
Rao, why? Why am I so damn horny?
He could truly feel it then, the dark, base desire that had been swirling deep down. Ever since Lois had ended things, it had been there in the pit of his soul. An urge not just to fuck, but to breed.
Karen stepped forth into his vision then, a satisfied look on her face. She undid her sheer bra, freeing her ample tits to the open air. The two perfect globes fell free, swaying slightly with every little movement. Clark could see the dampness between them from when he kissed and licked at her cleavage. He fought the urge to charge over there and devour those beautiful puppies.
The elder blonde smirked as she read the desperate hunger in his eyes.
"I know you've got enough left in there for the both of us." Karen said, pointing to his cock. Then she threw her bra in his face. "So let's take this into the bedroom, yeah?"
"You are not sleeping on the couch, Mr. Kent." Kara wagged her finger adorably, playfully admonishing him for even considering that he'd be sleeping anywhere but in her bed.
"In fact, you're not going to be getting much sleep at all." Karen added.
Clark rose slowly from the couch and the two blondes immediately set upon him. Kara reached out and took him by the wrist, while Karen circled around to his back. Kara pulled and Karen pushed, both women guiding him across the apartment - towards the bedrooms.
"A man like you deserves better." Karen whispered behind him.
"Way better." Kara agreed. She bit her lip, a giggle bubbling up in her throat.
Clark said nothing as they led him into Karen's bedroom, only pondering their praise in stoic silence. As he passed through the doorway, he knew in his heart that he crossed a threshold. Just as he crossed a line back on the couch, he was crossing another one now. Each step he took would drag him further into this depraved reverie.
But Clark no longer cared.
There was a voice in the far back of his mind, whispering. Maybe the girls were right. Maybe he did deserve better.
And tonight, he was going to show them why.