Superman Brides Of The New Rao Ch 02

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2.

"We're

so

sorry about what happened between you and Lois."

Clark felt Kara's warmth as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. He only half-heartedly returned the embrace. He too felt Karen's affectionate touch, rubbing circles into his back. But neither woman could bring him much comfort. Not then. He was still reeling from the very recent breakdown of his years-long relationship.

"We're here for you. Remember that." Karen told him in a soft voice, so different from her take-charge Power Girl persona.

Clark gave only a short nod. His mind was miles away. Sitting on Karen's couch, resting his chin on a curled fist, Clark could only ponder why Lois had decided to end things. The break-up wasn't even the worst part, but rather how he had been blindsided when he returned from a cosmic League mission. He enjoyed not even a single day back on Earth before being hit with the news that his relationship was over.

Superman could endure a great many things. But a broken heart? That was still up in the air.

It was tough times like this that made Clark feel grateful for having such a close family.

"Thanks, guys. Ladies." Clark frowned, unsure of how to address Karen and Kara. He certainly couldn't call either of them girls - even if they did keep the moniker as part of their hero names. For both of them, their physical maturity was clear as day... even if Clark himself made it a point to

not

notice. The taller man gave a heavy sigh, feeling Karen draw her gentle hands over his broad shoulders.

"I just... I thought things were going well. I told her I was Superman and we finally moved in together a few months ago. Right before I left for that League mission to another dimension, we talked about building a future, maybe getting married. But as soon as I got back..."

Clark frowned, his face hardening as recent memories left bitterness in their wake. He felt Kara hug him even tighter. He let out another sigh.

"I don't know. I'm still trying to make sense of it." Clark absently scratched at his brow. His nerves grew steely as he fought down feelings of sadness. What happened happened. There was no point crying about it. He sat up straight, turning to face Karen, forcing a smile. "But enough about that. How did you two handle that ice villainess? I heard it was a tough fight."

But Karen shook her head. She wasn't having any of it. For a reason unknown to him, Clark was suddenly struck by how beautiful she looked. Even wearing a simple white tank top and sweatpants and with a stern expression on her face, Karen was an alluring vision. But she was also his own blood. Clark reminded himself of that quickly and pushed those thoughts from his mind. The older of the two blondes crossed her arms - Clark ignored the effect this had on her cleavage - and gave him a frustrated look.

"We handled it. But we're not talking about her. We're talking about

you.

" Karen said firmly.

Clark pressed his lips into a line, nodding. Arguing with his cousin - either of them - was an unwinnable fight. He let the matter drop.

An instant later, Karen's expression returned to being soft and sympathetic. She threw her arms around Clark just as Kara had, drawing him in for a deep hug. Both ladies tightened their embrace, smothering him from both sides with their warmth and affection. And as much as he tried, even a boy scout like Clark couldn't ignore the softness of their breasts pressing against his arms... or their nipples poking through the fabric of their tops. He did his very best to put his mind off of it.

"She's crazy for letting a stud like you get away." Kara cooed into his ear. She scooched her body closer on the couch until her nearly bare thigh pressed against his hip - Clark silently bemoaned Kara's preference for skirts and short shorts. Next, he felt Kara's soft lips press against his temple. "I thought Ms. Lane was supposed to be smart."

Karen scoffed on Clark's opposite side.

"She who falls off a thousand buildings? Not

that

smart, apparently." The older blonde's voice was dry, mocking.

Clark's frown deepened - his relationship with Lois may have been over, but the love he felt for the woman didn't just disappear. But he knew the two ladies were only trying to cheer him up.

But still... "stud"?

"Uh... thanks. I appreciate the support. Really."

Clark cleared his throat, definitely

not

thinking about his arm getting buried in the deep valley of Karen's cleavage or the pleasant sensation of Kara's lips peppering kisses on the side of his head. Nope. He wasn't thinking about those things at all.

"Please. We're family. The blood of Krypton has to stick together." Kara sweetly insisted. She stopped her kisses, now stroking her fingers through his thick hair. Not just affectionately.

Lovingly.

Karen hummed in affirmation on his opposite side. She drew one of her arms back, rubbing circles in his back again. But this time she did it slower, more sensual. Taking the time to

feel

his body under his dress shirt.

Or rather, that's how it felt to Clark. He reminded himself the two ladies - his cousins - were only trying to cheer him up. Nothing untoward was happening. He was just overthinking things. Yes.

Clark shifted in his seat, straightening his back. Karen and Kara had been hugging him for a good while now - and showed no signs of letting go. The younger blonde continued to pet him, running her fingers through his hair. The bustier - the

older

of the pair continued feeling up his shoulders and back, massaging him slowly, deliberately.

The man nearly croaked out his next words. The way things were going, what he had to say would only make his situation worse - or

better

, from a certain perspective.

"Right. Lois said it'd be awkward running into me every morning..."

Finally, Kara drew away from him. Clark's alternate universe cousin sat up on her knees, staring aghast at the man before her.

"She

kicked you out?

" The usually perky blonde was incensed, damn near red-faced.

Even Karen ceased her back massage. Clark could feel her hard stare at the back of his head.

"Not quite." Clark answered calmly, gesturing for Kara to cool down. "It was a mutual agreement. So just relax. I'll be staying at the Fortress of Solitude until I can find a new apartment."

Behind him, Karen gave a mocking sputter.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're staying with us." It was very pointedly not a suggestion.

Clark knew better than to argue with the women of his family. But still, rooming with Karen and Kara? With them being so...

affectionate

? That was a recipe for... something not good. Or maybe he was just being a lunk and misinterpreting the signals. Maybe.

"I don't want to intrude." Clark's resistance was weak and he knew it. The two Kryptonian women could break it down without a sweat. Which was exactly what they did.

Both women rose from the couch then, standing before Clark with their hands on their hips. Frustration was clear in their blue eyes, but also love. Adoring love. Clark had no chance.

And what they were wearing didn't help. Karen in a low cut tank top, stretching the fabric to its limit. Her sweatpants snug to her hips and thighs. Or Kara in a loose t-shirt that somehow managed to hint at the lithe, nubile form underneath. And the scant pair of athletic shorts that left most of her long, creamy legs on display.

Clark blinked. He dispelled those thoughts quickly. He looked back up into their eyes.

"Kal, you're being silly." Kara whined, damn near pouting. She

had

to have been doing it on purpose. "Commuting from the North Pole every day is absurd. Even for Superman."

"So you're staying with us." Karen decided for him then. A small smirk played on her full lips, satisfied and proud as she watched a resigned expression fall across his face. "It's times like these when you need your family the most, Kal."

"Remember we're here for you. Anything you need." Kara swayed a little on her feet, a significant twinkle in her bright blue eyes. A meaningful smile spread across her pretty, rosy face. She met Clark's gaze, firm and unwavering. And the word she spoke next struck deep into the darker side of Clark's soul. "

Anything.

"

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So, despite the red flags of their overly affectionate touch and peculiar choice of words, Clark ended up giving in to his cousins' demands.

Until he found a new apartment in Metropolis, he was staying with them. But that didn't mean he'd be spending any time longer than necessary in their home. His male presence was not the sort that was needed in their female space, the sanctuary that was their apartment. He would sleep right there on the couch. That, he

insisted

upon.

Not that it helped. Clark couldn't get to sleep.

He let himself think that it was because of Lois and the mystery of their sudden break-up... but deep down, Clark knew the truth. What kept him awake and stirring on the couch... was

them.

Their bright eyes, their golden hair, their warm touch...

Their smooth, creamy skin...

Clark shook his head, disgusted with himself. The thoughts and ideas swimming through his head were the entirely wrong sort to have about his own blood. And yet they swam through his mind all the same. Dark, primal urges found their way even to the boy scout Clark Kent. Because at the end of the day, Superman was still very much a

man

.

It was then - the worst possible time - that he heard one of the bedroom doors open. Kara's, he knew.

A moment later, he felt her presence sweep into the living room. Though it was dark, his Kryptonian vision allowed him to see her plain as day. And most unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately - for himself, Kara was wearing even less than she had been earlier in the evening.

A white, spaghetti strap crop top, very tight and snug to her body. And pink panties. Not a stitch of clothing besides that. Her long legs, her tummy, her cleavage, all exposed. And though her bosom wasn't quite as impressive as Karen's, it was alluring all the same.

Then she began to draw closer.

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3.

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.