Kara didn’t think things could get any weirder during this crisis, but then she landed in this particular farm on this particular Earth.
It was almost exactly like the Kent farm on her Earth. Clark said as much when they walked into the barn. Or she should say her Clark because another Clark Kent came out to meet them. That was when Kara Zor’El, another Kara Zor’El arrived with a problem in tow. She had unknowingly brought kryptonite with her. But not just any old Kryptonite, a pink strain of kryptonite.
As Kara Danvers soon learned, there were multiple strains of Kryptonite apart from Green. Green was the standard radiated rocks that weaken Kryptonians like her and Clark, and these two alternate variants of themselves native to this universe. There was red, which she assumed was synthetic but turned out to also be a natural vein, which messed with their emotional state and brought out their more aggressive tendencies. Blue simply depowered them whilst in the vicinity. Gold could take their powers permanently. Black kryptonite had a nasty habit of splitting them into two separate people.
Pink, however, was new to pretty much all of them. But they quickly learnt how it affected them as soon they were uncomfortably aroused and raging with hormones. “Where exactly did you get this?” Clark asked his cousin.
“One of President Luthor’s hidden bunkers” Kara answered, tugging on her blue top uncomfortably.
Superman and Supergirl of Earth-35 shifted uncomfortably as their costumes started to feel claustrophobic. Supergirl could feel her pussy moistening as she rubbed her thighs together, her nipples pressing against the inside of her suit. Superman coughed awkwardly as a bugle grew in his pants, unable to meet any of their gaze. Looking across as their counterparts showed they were just as uncomfortable as Clark’s jeans expanded and Kara couldn’t hide the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra under her top. “We should get rid of it” Superman suggested. Clark nodded, picking up the pink rock and throwing it as far as he could across the fields.
They waited a few moments, Remy Zero playing over the radio nearby, only to discover the effects weren’t wearing off. “It must be in our system” Clark grumbled.
“Well how do we get it out?” Supergirl asked.
Clark pinched his nose and shook his head before turning to look at them. Kara and Supergirl were standing side by side and his eyes suddenly gazed over them both with a hunger that made them nervous. They turned to Superman and found he was avoiding their gaze because he had the same look. They looked at each other and felt a primal wave of desire as they admired their fit bodies and curved. Supergirl turned away blushing, not liking what this kryptonite was doing to her.
“Usually, when kryptonite infects me like this, I have to sweat it out of my system” Clark suggested.
Supergirl nodded. “Okay. So a few thousand push-ups should do it.”
“We’d need something more effective to build up a sweat” Kara said. Kryptonian physiology meant their strength was beyond mere push-ups. She moaned as her hand reached between her thighs to palm her groin, the effects awakening a primal need that was driving the four of them crazy. “Maybe we should just give in and masturbate until it wears off” she finally suggested.
“You can’t be serious!” Supergirl squeaked.
“No, I’d much rather shag someone” Kara admitted. “But I’m not exactly coupled at the moment, unlike my cousin.”
“Lois might be…helpful in that regard, but this…” he shook his head.
“I hear you” Superman nodded. “Given how strong we are, we’d just hurt our wives. I wouldn’t be able to hold back.”
“Last time I didn’t was Lana, when she had the super suit that made her as strong as me” Clark muttered.
Supergirl wasn’t comfortable listening to this about her cousin, nor was she thrilled about using sex to burn off the kryptonite poisoning them. But the raging hormones surging inside of her…she doubled over and whimpered as they pulsed through her core. It felt like if she didn’t fuck something she was going to explode. In a fit of madness she grabbed the nearest warm body she could reach and smashed her lips against there’s.
She broke it instantly when she realized she’d just kissed her alternate self, but the kiss intensified what she was feeling. Kara felt the same because she grabbed Supergirl’s face and kissed her back aggressively. The two blondes dueled with their tongues trying to stave off the fire in their loins until they both pushed the other away. “It’s not working” Kara complained. “Not enough.”
“And too weird” Supergirl muttered, turning away from her counterpart so she couldn’t be tempted to go further. Unfortunately that brought her gaze to her cousin and she flushed red at how aroused his muscular body made her. “Fuck, maybe we should go back to the Waverider. Maybe they can help make an antidote or…”
“I don’t think any of us can wait that long” Clark grunted, struggling to control his breath just like his counterpart. The two men looked at each other and then looked at their cousins before shaking their heads. “We might be able to reach the Fortress…”
“Or we do each other” Kara blurted out, saying what they were all thinking.
All members of the House of El turned pale and then a sickly green and the thought, but their raging bodies made them reconsider. “We can’t” Superman muttered.
“We could” Kara sighed.
“It’s be complicated” Clark said.
“And weird” Supergirl whispered.
And so very wrong they all thought.
But given how much the sensations inside of them was starting to hurt and the eyes they were giving each other, they knew sooner or later their own hormones were going to make them cross a taboo line they couldn’t come back from.
“Okay, look” Kara said, trying to take control of the situation before her emotions did. “The way I see it, we either have sex with our own cousin…”
“Which would be incest” Supergirl choked.
“…or we have sex with ourselves…”
“Which could be considered narcissism” Clark shrugged.
“…or we take each others cousin” she petitioned. “Technically speaking, we wouldn’t be committing incest if the other person is from another universe.”
“I don’t know if that makes it any less weird” Superman said, even though his eyes were already soaking up his alternate Kara hungrily. Supergirl and Clark locked eyes across the barn too, their bodies screaming to tear each others clothes off.
“It’s either that or we just throw caution to the wind and let the kryptonite take over” she said, which at this rate could mean an intense four way orgy of wild animalistic sex.
“Is going somewhere to masturbate in private still an option” Supergirl whispered. Judging by the tug in her loins directing her to any of the three bodies in front of her, she realized it was not. “Fuck, this was not how today was supposed to go” she complained.
Seeing little other choice, the four of them reluctantly paired off and stripped out of their clothes and costumes in a desperate hurry. Kara pounced onto Superman and wrestled him to the ground while Clark and Supergirl met in an awkward kiss that had the young woman pinned against a support beam. “Promise we don’t let Lois find out about this” Clark whispered between kisses, his hands already molesting Supergirl’s sensitive body.
“Absolutely not” Supergirl gasped, making a list in her head of all the people she didn’t want finding out she’d committed multiversal incest with. Her sister Alex, her best friend Lena, Olsen, J’onn J’onnz, Nia, Brainy, her mom…after while those names became her distraction so she wouldn’t think too hard about what she was doing. But damn if his body wasn’t so fit as her arms hooked around his neck, her feet levitating off the ground on instinct so she could welcome his thick cock into her tight pussy. “Oh Rao, forgive me” she whispered.
On the follow rolling in the hay, Superman grunted as Kara dove onto his erection with her mouth, sucking his aggressively slathering him with saliva. “I’ll try and be gentle” he muttered.
“Fuck gentle” she said, climbing onto his lap and sinking onto his rod. “I haven’t had a proper fuck in ages. So give it to me hard” she said, riding his dick roughly.
Superman groaned as her vice grip massaged his throbbing dick, driving his hormones over the edge. Next thing his powerful hands were gripping her waist and they were floating into the air so he could pummel her from below. She screamed in pleasure and humped him in return, their hips smashing each other as fast as they could, moving like a blur. Superman grope here breasts and she clawed her nails into his chest, their teeth clenching as they growled furiously. They gave into their lust and damned the consequences.
Clark gripped the support beam and pounded into Supergirl furiously. “Harder” she gasped, holding the same beam so tight she felt the wood crack under her fingers. He fucked her harder, slamming her back against the wood until the roof started shaking. She lifted her head but her eyes were closed, too lost in how good it felt to think about how their sex could bring the barn down around them. She’d heard stories of how Superman had fucked the likes of Wonder Woman and caused earthquakes as a result. She had never let herself go that much in the bedroom, except that one time her and Mon’El broke the bed…and the window…and ruptured a water pipe it the wall…her landlord was furious.
The ground started to quake as the four of them increased their pace, their lust overcoming their senses driving them wild. “How will we know when the…kryptonite…has cleared our system?” Superman asked as Kara slammed him into the ground with her buckling hips.
“I’m guessing when this urge to fuck like animals disappears” Clark answered optimistically, pressing against Supergirl’s chest ramming his dick as deep as she could.
Supergirl moaned as he thrust harder, her legs wrapping around him as she clung to his hair. “I hope it clears soon” she gasped. “I don’t think the barn could take it.”
“This place has handled worse” Clark grinned, thinking about the numerous times he’s had to fix the place back up. He followed an impulse to kiss the blonde woman, who kissed him back aggressively, even if they were cousins from alternate dimensions.
Another impulse drove him to throw Supergirl down onto her hands and knees on the ground, mounting her from behind forcefully slamming into her. She moaned manically as he took her roughly, her cunt dripping with arousal as she was pummeled harder. She lifted her gaze and found her counterpart slammed onto her back in front of her with her legs pinned behind her ears as her Superman drove his dick into her ass forcefully. The young woman moaned and egged him to go faster, clutching his arms as they held her knees down. Her head feel back allowing her eyes to meet her counterparts, the two blondes staring at a peach other as their cousins fucked them. Neither could hide the enjoyment from the other, even if it was induced synthetically.
Supergirl moaned louder as she felt an ache rise in her gut, her powerful fingers digging into the ground. Clark adjusted his hips and reached beneath her to cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly before hooking her elbows to pull them back forcing her spine to arch. She gasped as he pounded her harder, the ground shaking under her knees from each thrust. “Fuck! Don’t stop! I’m close!” She moaned, not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.
“Me too” Kara screamed, her toes curling around her ears as she bounced against the trembling floor, Superman’s dick pounding in and out of her ass fast enough to cause a human body to catch fire. “Keep going!” She cried.
Clark felt his climax approaching too, indicated by a heat behind his eyes which he forgot was triggered by arousal. He looked at his counterpart muttering “I hope you’ve got better self control.”
“We’ll find out” Superman said through gritted teeth. The Supermen kept up the relentless pace, reaching the end of their rope as their balls clenched. They looked at each other briefly, as of asking if they were about to cum in their own cousins.
The decision was made for them as both Supergirls orgasmed, squeezing their cocks like a vice milking them of their cum. Their eyes glowed as their powers peaked, Supergirl managing to scrunch her eyes shut in time while Kara inadvertently cut a hole in the ceiling as she arched her back. Clark grunted as he thrust hard, pumping deep into Supergirl’s cunt filling her insides holding his heat vision back. Superman did the same, dumping his load into Kara’s tight clenching ass growling.
The survivors of the House of El climaxed together, and collapsed together panting from exertion. Sweat dripped off their faces as they slumped to the ground, extracting themselves from each other heaving for breath. The urge to mate had passed, indicating the kryptonite effects had worn off. It didn’t make Supergirl feel any better considering she was now carrying a belly full of sperm from her alternate cousin. “It still feels wrong” she whined.
“At least it’s over” Superman said, slumping onto the floor wiping his brow.
“And still not the craziest adventure I’ve ever had” Clark chuckled.
Supergirl didn’t want to know. “We should go back to the Waverider” she said, rolling up to her knees feeling them shaking as she tried to stand up. They still had to deal with the Anti-monitor, and hopefully their med bay could sterilize her womb, keep her from getting pregnant. She glared at her counterpart, hating that she was stupid enough to get them infected to begin with but also smart enough to have Superman cum in her ass. “We could use all the help we can get” she told them.
“We’ll see” Kara said, remaining on the ground basking in the afterglow. “Damn, I needed that” she whispered.
Superman looked at Clark, asking “any chance we keep this whole ordeal from Lois?”
“With luck, neither of our wives while have noticed how long we were gone” Clark hoped.
***
“they’ve been in that barn for quite some time. You think we should check on them?” Lois asked.
“I’m sure they’re fine. Probably just comparing notes like we are” her native counterpart shrugged.
“Well, maybe not exactly like we are” Lois grinned.
The two women continued eating each other out in a hot sixty nine on the bed, their naked bodies a bounty of pleasure for the other to explore, their hands testing familiar hot spots to see if they were universal.
The two reporters had fallen into this depraved act of narcissism moments after their husbands left to speak alone, their curiosity overcoming their sensibilities. It turned out there was nothing hotter to either Lois Lane than getting another Lois Lane between the seats of their marital bed and fucking them silly.
They orgasmed once more, trapping each others heads between their legs as they shivered with pleasure, pulling out in order to tumble back into each others arms and into another steamy kiss to taste each other. “One more orgasm and then we should go check on them” the visiting Lois said.
“Fine” her native counterpart said. “Put I get to fist your slutty cunt.”
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