*Tsshhhh~!* The sound of water running was going on for almost an hour now. Did the bitch think we were in the city? Our water wasn't endless. Sooner or later the hot water would run out and even the cold water had to be pumped up from a well.
"You still alive in there?" I knocked on the door.
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute!" She responded for the tenth time. I was starting to think this was some kinda weird horror style plotline. Unfortunately, I couldn't see through the walls yet. It didn't sound like she was masturbating though. So I have no idea why she'd take so long.
"Clark." Mom called me over into the living room quietly. She reached down and pulled me onto her lap on the couch, "Girls tend to take a lot of time in the shower. Don't bother her, okay?"
"Doing what though?" I honestly didn't understand, "Are you sure she's not planting listening devices or secret cameras?"
"Pft-hahahaha~!" Dad started laughing his ass off with a beer in his left hand, watching the football game on the larger television in the living room. There was some football memorabilia around the room and some old trophies that he earned when he was a teenager. I mean, it was pretty normal to be honest. Maybe if I was really a kid who grew up in this environment, I would also wanna become a football star and make him proud?
"Sweetie, I don't think it's anything that sinister or complicated." Martha didn't explain, just started playing with my short black hair, her left hand was casually holding my thigh. I was just a little kid. She didn't think anything of it, but I was getting horny again. I'm starting to worry that once I get older, my dick will literally rip through my boxers and shorts. I'm not even talking about that much older either. I haven't even started ejaculating 'real cum' yet. Who the fuck knows what that's gonna be like?
I feel like the stories and shows never talked about this aspect of Kryptonian childhood or development. Even Smallville only touched on it briefly and carefully. Maybe if I go create the Fortress of Solitude, I can get some kinda Kryptonian sex toys made? No wait, Kryptonians had almost no sex drive and didn't reproduce sexually anymore…
But Kara and Clark were definitely horny teenagers, and even horny adults to a certain extent. So it's not like we don't have sex drives or I'm particularly special. Like I said, they never documented how many times Superman jerked off as a toddler or young child. That'd be ridiculous.
For example, how the fuck does Superman enjoy sex with humans? How does he avoid popping a girl like a meat balloon when he ejaculates? At a certain level of power, his cumshots could probably destroy the planet if he wasn't careful. So he has to be using his biological forcefield to control everything. Maybe he gets off from touch telepathy, rather than actual sensations from his own body? I think that's one of Superman's abilities, right? Either that or he can just cum whenever he wants to with his extreme control… Or he just cheats and uses red sunlight to be horny.
*Click~!* The bathroom door opened and Lois came outside with a thick white robe on her body, and a white towel wrapped around her hair. She had reddened cheeks. Martha's hand rested on my crotch. No, was she hiding my boner from the girl?
"The guest room's down the hall to the left." Dad spoke before Lois said anything.
"Uh, thanks, sorry for bothering you so much lately. I really appreciate this." She smiled at us and quickly walked down the hall.
I watched as her ass wagged back and forth in the robe, but then my mother turned my head forward. Whispering in my ear, "Clark, it's rude to stare at a girl like that."
"Umm, sorry." I looked over at my father but he suddenly stood up and started shouting angrily because the football people weren't footballing the way he wanted… Yeah, I don't get it. I wasn't interested in that either.
"Honey, you're gonna be going to Kindergarten soon. You'll be around a lot of other kids and some of them might be girls." She patted my crotch and giggled, "You'll have to keep this naughty thing under control. You're not like other boys. I'm afraid you might accidentally hurt someone or even… You know."
"Yeah, I know." I leaned back against her chest and got more comfortable, my dick pulsated against my shorts, boxers and her hand. But she didn't do anything particularly inappropriate. At most she just used her hand to cover my dick and prevented my father or Lois from seeing anything. The girl came out and started drinking beer on the couch, watching the game next to my father. My mother also started yelling randomly sometimes.
Fucking sports people. And they call us incestuous horny bastards weird!
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"So your Dad's a general and your boyfriend's the son of Lionel Luthor? Why the hell are you in Smallville anyway?" Dad was just as confused as the rest of us, "Shouldn't you be in Metropolis?"
"Lex has a castle here in Smallville…" Lois took another sip of beer and sighed, "I was actually becoming friends with his stepmom and now she's just suddenly gone… Fuck, oh sorry." She looked at me and smiled wryly. Then she curled the spaghetti noodles and took a bite, "This is really good spaghetti! You're a great cook Mrs. Kent!"
"Thank you." Mom smiled and then sighed, "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Then this story is personal to you. That's why you're so obsessed." Dad took another sip of beer and belched, gaining a glare from his wife, "What did you wanna know exactly?"
"Lex's Mom is… Ruthless." The Reporter smiled wryly, her damp hair pulled back into a ponytail, with a loose red flannel t-shirt on her chest. I casually peeked under the table and saw that she was wearing one of my Mom's frilly black skirts, but no panties. I kept staring for a little too long and my mother pulled my head back above the kitchen table. She was sitting on my right. Although I'm sure she'd like to have me on her lap, I'm getting kinda heavy and my ass is a lot harder than it used to be.
Lois grimaced, "I won't go into specifics, but suffice to say, I wouldn't be slightly surprised if she had a hand in Elizabeth's death. Uh, but don't tell anyone I said that. Actually, I shouldn't even be telling you guys this at all."
"You really shouldn't." Dad grumbled, "We don't wanna get caught up in some Luthor family drama."
"I don't want you folks getting more involved than you already are either." She sighed and shook her head, "I just need to know if there was anything else at the scene. Anything that might have been a clue… The cops are covering the whole thing up as a drunk driving incident. The only problem is that Elizabeth doesn't drink. Even if she did drink, a few beers wouldn't be enough to make her drunk."
"Could have been a bad reaction between alcohol and medicine." Mom suggested, "Even if she wasn't drunk, it was the middle of the night and she could have had a problem with her car-"
"Exactly! She could've had a problem with her car! That's what I'm thinking too!" Lois shouted excitedly with a glint in her pretty blue eyes, "What if someone cut the brake line or sabotaged it in another way. Mister Kent, did you notice anything on the road?"
Dad looked at me for a moment and then shook his head, "I didn't really notice anything. It was too dark. But if something was in the road, then it would have affected us as well."
"Maybe it was magic?" I said that and then the three of them laughed, "No, seriously, maybe she got attacked by a demon or something. It could happen."
In some versions at least, Lena's Mom was a literal witch. This is Smallville. Lana Lang's ancestors were witches. By the way, I haven't seen Lana yet. But I also haven't been that much of a creeper. She should be my next door neighbor, but which side is she on? And I have no idea when she lived next to Clark. She might not have moved here yet, or maybe she's already 100 years old. Who the fuck knows?
There's also Cloe Sullivan, who was played by an actress who literally became involved in a sex cult that trafficked and branded young girls. I don't remember the actress' name, but I remember thinking it was pretty funny. She was still hot as fuck though. Being a literal monster wouldn't have stopped me from dating her if given the chance. At least in my last life. Now… I mean, I'm Superman. I should set my sights a lot higher than mere mortals like Lana Lang or Cloe Decker, I mean, Sullivan.
Hmmm, Cloe Decker is Lucifer's wife. I wonder how old she is at the moment? Or if either of them exist in this timeline?
"Anyway, I'm sorry to say this, but there wasn't anything overly suspicious that I noticed." Dad sighed and shook his head, taking another sip of his drink, "The autopsy report might give you more help than I could, but good luck trying to get access to that with the Luthors involved."
"Lex already got me the autopsy report. His own people did the autopsy to be safe." Lois put her hand over her mouth and grumbled, "I keep saying things I shouldn't… Sorry, I'm terrible at keeping secrets."
And this is the girl Superman decided to marry. Maybe I wouldn't give that many fucks, but Clark really let love affect him a bit too much. I always thought it made way more sense for Superman to be with someone like Wonder Woman. Though I guess Injustice Superman at least had that going for him.
I mean, after he was tricked into murdering his own wife and child. Then had his city nuked. And generally lost his fucking mind.
Anyway, after dinner ended, Lois stayed in the guest room and my parents went back to their room which was across the hallway. I went up to my room on the second floor and looked out the window. It was dark out.
"Goddamn it." I could see a ghost floating behind me in the reflection. Elizabeth Walsh looked a lot like Lena Luthor would in the future. So without her face busted up and her neck twisted or broken, she looked pretty gorgeous.
I turned around and she wasn't there anymore. I didn't even think for a moment that this was some PTSD bullshit. My Kryptonian brain remembered everything in crystal clear vivid quality. Every moment, every minor detail.
I could see what she was wearing. A white wedding dress. She had blue eyes and brown hair. Short bangs. There was a bloody stain on her crotch. Her belly was swollen like she was a little pregnant…
"I remember now." The heartbeat. I remember that I could hear a heartbeat in her belly. At least when I first arrived. Then it was gone. The child obviously died with its mother. So she was pregnant? Would give Lilian more incentive to kill the woman. But she wasn't necessarily pregnant with Lionel's kid though…
"She was staying in the castle with Lex and Lois." I smiled wryly, "Step-son, help, I'm stuck in the washing machine and I can't get out…"
I snickered and shook my head, "Probably better not to say anything."
What would that solve? Most likely it'd put Lois in more danger if Lex was the one that did it. If he wasn't, then his people should find evidence that she was pregnant in the autopsy. Aside from that, I remember back to the car. The way it crashed into the tree and caught on fire. I smelled gas, there was a lot of gas, but the car didn't have that much gas in the tank at that point. Why did it explode so violently? Gasoline explosions aren't quite as destructive and dangerous as they look. I mean, a person would be fucked, but a lot of evidence wouldn't be destroyed.
"Why the fuck am I even worrying about this? It's not my problem." I breathed out a long sigh and turned towards the window again. I could see a white figure down in the cornfield off in the distance. She was looking up at me. Staring ominously.
"Please, save her again." The voice was barely a whisper, but I could hear it clearly from so far away. Were my senses getting stronger or is this just ghost magic bullshit?
"Lena?" I asked, but didn't receive an answer, because why would a ghost make things easy and just talk about shit normally?
"Motherfucker." I groaned and listened carefully to everyone else in the house. My parents were talking in their room, Lois was on the phone.
"Baby, I'm just staying the night at a friend's house, you don't have to be so worried." She wasn't necessarily lying but my parents barely knew her before tonight, "Well, I'm friends with them now. They're good people, Lex. I don't think they had anything to do with Elizabeth's death… What do you mean Lena's missing?!"
"Of course she is." I opened my window glass, then the screen behind it. I hopped outside and landed lightly on the dirt, heading towards where I saw that ghost standing. Once I was there, I looked around and felt a chill. The wind was blowing to the east.
"Fucking witchcraft." I headed in the direction the wind was blowing at a quick pace. Weaving through the corn rapidly. The wind changed and I headed in that direction next. Pretty soon I reached a fence. There was a large grassy field with a forest behind it.
*Chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck~!* I looked up at the sky and frowned. A helicopter was flying overhead. But it didn't have any lights on it. The chopper was relatively quiet and pitch-black.
"Aaaaaaaaaah~!" I heard a very faint scream but it echoed in my eardrums violently. Then the helicopter got louder and louder until it felt like my head would fucking explode! I grimaced and started running regardless of the discomfort and dizziness.
I'm not Clark. I wasn't born a fucking Kryptonian in my first life. I lived and died as a human. I know what real pain and discomfort is like… I've had worse. We all have. And so did Clark eventually, but he didn't have the benefit of being a reincarnator when he was figuring out his powers originally. He also probably tried to actively suppress them because of fear and anxiety, and wanting to please his paranoid parents.
Clark Kent always wanted to fit in with humanity. I could honestly care less.
I sprinted as fast as I could, but the chopper was getting away. I could hear the little girl screaming and crying intermittently. The helicopter blades were also making a ton of noise to my ears now. I was hyper focused on it. Even as the chopper got farther away from me, I could still hear it and knew what direction to run.
If I was on a road, I might be able to keep up, but I was dodging trees and hopping over sticks or bushes. One time I hopped up onto a branch and jumped to another one like a ninja. But that wasn't faster than running on the ground, so I cut that shit out immediately.
"Fuuuck~!" I cursed as the helicopter was getting harder to hear. But then I reached the road! Sprinting down the road at over a hundred miles an hour, it was even harder to hear the helicopter because of how loud the wind became. Bugs splattered on my face and chest, it was a mess.
I ran faster until I actually started seeing the helicopter again. I ran into the left lane to avoid a random truck, then back into the right lane to avoid a red minivan. There weren't many vehicles on the road, but there were some. Fortunately it was dark as fuck and I was wearinga block shirt, with black shorts. Also had black hair and I was short enough that it would be pretty hard for people to actually notice me.
I was breathing a little heavily after a few minutes, but I was still sprinting seriously! The helicopter wasn't moving as fast as it could, otherwise I probably wouldn't have been able to catch up. The issue is that even if I was right underneath it, the chopper was hundreds of meters in the air. I couldn't jump that high.
Then I saw the treeline up ahead. The road was turning and the chopper was going straight. I sprinted up ahead! Jumping a dozen meters off the ground, I reached a high branch of the first tree, then I jumped again, reaching a taller tree, finally I climbed to the top of the tallest tree that I could find.
"Haah~! Haah~! Motherfucking cuntsucker!" I felt like my lungs were on fire and my legs were shaky. I was only four years old for fuck's sake! I never pushed myself this damn hard before! At least not in this life.
"Thank you." An ethereal voice whispered into my ear as the helicopter approached.
"Thank me if I don't fuck this up." I was still breathing heavily. It felt like my head was buzzing. My heart was racing.
"Fuck." I kicked off the tree branch and it exploded! The whole tree was fucked, but I shot up into the sky like a bullet! I made it! I actually made it!
*Thunk!* And then I smacked into the windshield, because my aim was a little too accurate.
"Aaaaaah~!" I could hear Lena screaming in the back seat, but there was another woman, and several men screaming as well.
"What the fuck is that?!" A woman shouted in the back.
"I think it was a bird, Ma'am!" The pilot probably only saw my torso before I slipped down underneath the chassis. I grabbed a wheel and held on as tight as I could. Even wrapping my legs around the bar to make sure I didn't slip off.
"Haah-hahh~! Goddamn it…" I groaned from the pain, but thankfully I'm pretty durable. I think this was like a Blackhawk or something? I'm not sure. Never been big on military helicopter names. All I know is that it thankfully had fixed landing gear available for me to grab hold of… Otherwise my plan would've failed miserably.
"By the way, what the fuck was my plan exactly?"
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A/N- I've had this story idea for a while now, I have about 52 Chapters written which are a available on Patreon. I also post three chapters a day there.
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