3 comments/ 4965 views/ 18 favorites Sparking a Fire By: Zev95 It came like a bolt from the blue. Literally. Kara was flying, it was a clear sky, then bam, lightning bolt. She wasn't even sure she could be struck by lightning—whoever heard of it hitting a moving target?—by suddenly she was pinwheeling down, ricocheting between two buildings to land face down in an alley like the first scene in an episode of CSI. Groaning, she hoisted herself up to find Livewire facing her. As usual, she was dressed like she was going to fuck the band. A sleeveless black top with a lightning bolt pattern burned through the fabric from the point of the V-neck collar all the way to about her solar plexus. Slackening her shirt so it hung off the sides of her breasts. When she lit up, her pale skin glowed blue through the logo, as well as in the patches of belly where her shirt rode up over her leather pants. Combat boots, too. God, she was a supervillain already, couldn't she quit it with the grunge yet? "Now I've got it!" Livewire shouted, since like all supervillains she felt the need to vent at Supergirl before they fought like she was their therapist. "Now I know the score! I don't need to bother with Cat, because you're the one who did this to me! Made me a freak because I called you a sexless dyke!" "Okay, that right there is known as a contradiction in terms!" Supergirl pointed out. "I think..." Hadn't she heard 'asexual lesbianism' was a thing on Tumblr? Oh well, everything was a thing on Tumblr... "Must've struck a nerve!" Livewire gloated, like she'd already won—so annoying. "I had a lot of time to think in that Super-Gitmo you stuck me in! You probably couldn't deal with how bad you wanted to bone me, so you had to make me a filthy metahumans so you had an excuse to grab me and rub up against me like a hooker!" "That is not even a little true!" Supergirl shouted. She felt herself blush and hated it. "And I am not sexless! And there's nothing wrong with being a dy—a lesbian!" "You'd know!" "Not from experience!" Supergirl argued. "From... being a good person! I'm not Amish either; they still seem nice!" "'Not Amish'. I guess it's a start. Let's see just how not sexless you are, Superslut!" Kara winced. There was a nickname she hoped didn't catch on. Livewire lunged at her, blinking into electricity to tackle Kara before becoming hard, tangible flesh, knocking Kara back to the ground. Kara went "oof!" and felt the hard, grizzled asphalt rush up to meet her, digging into her back as Livewire mounted her. Kara threw an elbow, knocking Livewire off her and into the wall, but they were underneath the distribution transformer on a powerline. Instantly, Livewire bolted back onto her feet next to Kara, kicking her with thousands of joules of electricity directly into her ribs. Kara cried out, summoning her heatvision for an attack on the transformer—less electricity, less ways for Livewire to hurt her, right?—but Livewire dropped down on top of her, straddling her again. "You're mine, you little cunt," Livewire said and groped Kara through her thick red skirt, grinding the heel of her hand into Kara's sex like a mortar and pestle, the heated pulse of her power penetrating deep into Kara. Instantly Kara screamed, arching her back, writhing her shoulders against the pavement underneath her. She could feel the electricity pushing into her nipples and core, the amperage raising goosebumps on her invulnerable flesh. It hurt—but it didn't hurt as much as it felt good. Livewire was silent for once, watching like a hawk as Kara shuddered against her hold. She could feel a little backwash, taste all that power in Supergirl just vibrating from her. She pulled Kara's firm thigh up between her legs, crushing it against herself. She could feel her clit starting to ache as it felt the energy washing through Supergirl's body—a thousand feathers gently tickling her everywhere she was sensitive. Supergirl: her own personal vibrator. Kara spasmed against Livewire's bodily pressure on her, trying to raise her fists, but Livewire caught her wrists and forced them above Kara's head, into her splayed out hair getting grimy against the damp pavement. Then Livewire jammed her thigh into Kara's skirt, her cunt, everything tight, compressed, the feeling almost intangible when it was that of her panties and skirt touching her more than someone else's skin. It was like all her pleasure was coming from nowhere; like her body had just decided to moisten, like her cunt had gotten wet on its own... adding to the conductivity of her body. Dots of perspiration formed on her forehead. She felt wet, hot, her cunt boiling, her nipples—her whole suit felt sweaty, constricting, all of her body being encased in its tightening touch... she moaned, pressing one cheek against the cool ground, gasping for air. It didn't feel bad. Why didn't it feel bad? "Doing to me..." Kara panted. "What are you doing to me?" "Seeing if you're a dyke," Livewire laughed. "And if you're not—I'm gonna make you one!" More voltage. The initial charge had just been the overture, the foreplay. Now Kara really felt it, bone-deep like she was ground zero at an explosion, the heat and the pressure and the concussion all pushing in on her, but this wasn't outside, it was in. Livewire was slipping it between her ribs, she was injecting it into her, and the point of entry was her cunt. Her wet, wet cunt. Kara sucked in another deep breath, her shoulders rubbing steadily against her cape—she could hear it ripping on the pavement, feel the asphalt being dug up by her shoulder blades. Her eyes were glazed and wide, focusing on Livewire's face just above hers—the wild hyena madness in her eyes, the grinning sexual fervor, the electric blue blush in her pallid cheeks as she grew more and more aroused. She was getting Livewire off, Great Rao, Kara was getting Livewire off. The pulsing electricity took on a biting edge. Her nipples were taut, her cunt throbbing on the brink of an immense climax. Deep in her belly, she cramped achingly. Something hot and wet inundated her panties, ran down her thighs. She was coming all over herself. Her body itself had surrendered to the electricity. "That's it, bitch, come for me!" Livewire crowed. "You looked like you could use a good lay!" Livewire gave her more. Kara guessed she looked like she could use that too. Her breasts, her belly, her cunt, they were all filled with the power. Flickering flames that didn't burn her. Leaden weight that didn't crush her. She screamed again, her fingers digging into the street, clawing away gouts of pavement while more and more amperage seared into her body. Kara felt the bracing shock of her engorged clit pushing against her sodden panties. No! She wouldn't come again, not for Livewire, that was a gift only for someone she loved! Summoning all her willpower, Kara forced her boundless power into her eyes, staring at Livewire so hard that blue-hot heat filled the space between them. Kara'd forgotten that this was just another kind of energy—more power for Livewire to feed on. It slammed into her chest, and incinerated her shirt as it flooded into her body, making the pale body glow bright blue with added power. Kara could see her nipples, slate-gray and aching hard, spouting forks of lightning like plasma balls being touched. "Oh yeah!" Livewire cried, pulling off the strands that remained of her shirt. "Almost worth ruining my Versace top for that! Gimme more, Superslut! Don't just lie back and think of England! Make me come just like you did!" Kara winced at the reminder. It was making a twisted kind of sense. She was enjoying this—somehow. And Livewire wasn't hurting anyone, wasn't causing any destruction. Maybe... maybe... The next thing she knew, Livewire was shoving her crotch in her face. Riding reverse cowgirl on Kara's face, leaning over her to touch her groin more. Give her more juice. Kara sent her heatvision into Livewire's crotch, not sure why. Did she want to hurt her? Did she want to get Livewire off? She didn't know. Nothing made sense anymore. Everything was so wrong, but felt so good— She'd sparked through the fly of Livewire's pants, burned away the fabric like a blowtorch, leaving only the shocking blue of her groin, her pussy, her cunt. It was wet. Her heatvision wasn't doing anything about that—it sizzled into Livewire's flesh as lightly as the spray from a showerhead. The cunt shimmered with electricity, moist and open, thrumming with blood and power, so much like Kara's own, what she'd find in the mirror looking at herself after a shower, or playing at taking a naughty selfie. Only it was so pretty. Rao, it was pretty. She didn't think her own was so pretty—definitely didn't look so tasty. Kara had heard of touching yourself, but seeing herself naked had never made her want to—to... Livewire tasted strange. Tingly. Like licking a battery. But Kara could tell doing it made Livewire feel good, and despite the circumstances, that still made her flush with pride. And made Livewire reciprocate. Kara wondered how good it felt, being licked there. If it felt anywhere near as good as hearing Livewire cry out in pleasure because of her... then feed her own energy back to her... Kara thought she would die. The feeling wasn't pain, wasn't pleasure, it was just intense. Sharp claws ripping through her, a mind-blasting frenzy firing from her groin. She could hardly breathe. And definitely not do more than lie there, coming again and again like she only thought she'd do on her wedding night, with the man she loved. She shuddered and jerked against Livewire's weight, thrashing from side to side, everything so strange... Livewire was enjoying it too, shrieking like a banshee as her body bounced and jerked atop Kara's face. Supergirl was giving her a deluge of energy, the voltage burning her nipples, bursting inside her cunt. She was mindless, her body a convulsing thing, her face a blur as she twisted her head around. Somehow, she fought through the pleasure just as Supergirl had. Used her hands instead of her electricity, drawing aside Kara's skirt, her leggings, her panties. She didn't lick Kara. She fingered her. Held her legs in place with one forearm while she drilled three fingers into Kara's cunt. And already, Kara could take it. Kara sobbed and jerked, thinking, knowing that this was what she'd been waiting for. She mewled wildly, her fingers clutching at thin air while her cunt squeezed hot and liquid around Livewire's pitching fingers. Kara licked, she kissed, she bit while Livewire filled her pussy, striking her clit with each sparking pass. Savaging her the same way the electricity had, destroying her, ripping away her mind with pleasure. And the worst part—the best part—was that Kara knew Livewire was enjoying this. Making her come. Bringing her lust to a boil. Stinging her clit with wave after wave of electricity. And she was enjoying it too. Not just coming for Livewire, but making her come as well. Making another woman come. But there was only so much energy Livewire could take, only so much she could give. Entropy. The more they traded energy, the more seeped away. Scoring the brick walls and scorching the earth. Only Kara was powered by the sun. Livewire was powered by the electric gird, which the DEO had long ago powered down. And Kara wasn't recharging Livewire with heatvision anymore. Just eating her out. There was only so much of that Livewire could take too. By the end, Kara's juices stood like diamonds on Livewire's magenta lips. Livewire was aware of feeling faint, but it didn't matter. She was beating Kara. She was being proven right. The last thing she did before losing consciousness was to bring herself around and give Kara a shocking kiss, sending more voltage into Supergirl's body, making her come again. "Knew you were a dyke," Livewire said smugly, before collapsing onto Kara's chest. Kara moaned. Her head had landed on an erect nipple. Stung it, right through her suit. God, she was turned on. Tired, but turned on. If this were a guy—or a girl with non-homicidal tendencies, Kara supposed—she'd be baking them a pie right now. "How can you be so bad when you're so good in bed?" Kara wondered, easing Livewire off herself. She could hear the DEO field operatives swarming in. They could handle Livewire. Marshalling what remained of her power, she took off. Embarrassed, humiliated, and worst of all... Satisfied. Sparking A Fire Ch. 02 Alex kept calling Kara until she finally answered, her voice trembling faintly like it did when she tried to be strong. She tried so hard, but she could never quite manage it when she was talking to Alex. "Hello?" "Hey, Kara." There was a pause, and Alex could imagine the flustered look on her face, the little embarrassed blush as she tried to hide her distress. "You got Livewire?" "Yeah, she's back in custody. I won't let her get away this time." "That's good. I know she's not an alien or anything, but she is—such a B-word!" "Totally!" Alex agreed, letting out a little hysterical laugh. "Are you okay?" "Uh-huh. I mean, it was just some psycho being a psycho, right? It doesn't matter. It's probably going to happen more—fighting psychos like we do. At least I've got you to look out for me." "Didn't do such a good job today." "No, come on, Alex, it was my fault—" "It wasn't! I should've at least given you a warning, you could've prepared for her." "I was as prepared as I was gonna get. I'm not always gonna be lucky enough to get a heads up. Superman certainly doesn't..." "Superman isn't my sister." Alex fell silent, cursing herself for being so open with this, trying to take the blame so thoroughly, making Kara feel sorry for her and try to take all the responsibility herself. She didn't deserve to have Kara comforting her; she was the one who was supposed to be comforting her. "We've checked social media, no one's uploaded anything about what happened. And no one in the DEO knows either. I mean, just me and Henshaw." "Of course," Kara said. "You wouldn't let anyone go around saying things about me. Not if you could help it." Alex felt a fresh stab of protectiveness run through her. She'd never envied Kara, never felt bad that Kara had powers and she didn't, but just then she wished she had just a little strength, was just a little bigger, a little faster. Able to do anything to protect Kara instead of leaving her exposed to the world, flying out into the world with a big red target on her chest. "Listen," Alex said, her voice starting to feel larger, more certain as she spoke, as she finally felt like she was doing some little thing to help her sister. "I know you're okay, I know you're fine and you don't need my help and you won't let it get to you--but I'd just really like it if you came over tonight and spent the night with me. Nothing special--just watch some TV and open some wine... see about doing your hair..." "If I change my hair, I think someone will figure out my secret identity. But everything else sounds good." Alex could hear the tiny smile in Kara's voice. "And I will always need your help." *** Alex tidied up before Kara could get there, wishing there was more she could do, make her apartment some kind of—Kryptonian spa. She put a Greek pizza in the oven instead, figuring whatever the situation was, it'd be better if Kara had pizza to eat. Kara came through the door, using her key, while Alex was taking the pizza out of the oven. Alex turned around, DEO training telling her she was being breached, and took the brunt of Kara's appearance, full force. Hugging herself, knees tilted inward, all hunched up and wrapped around her pain. Alex just went to her and hugged her, so glad this was her sister, that she could just hold her, that Kara loved her enough to let her try and make this better. "Tell me all about it, Kara," Alex said firmly. "Tell me all about it now." "It's fine, it's nothing—just a bad fight, Superman has bad fights..." Kara let herself be led to the couch, laid out on it, her hair and taut-muscled arms petted by Alex. Feeling Alex's touch was like permission to relax, let go of the clench she was in. "It's just... just Cat yelling at me and Jimmy doesn't know I exist and it's like Winn wants something from me and I like him but he wants me to like him more and Max Lord wants to kill me and my aunt wants to kill me and Livewire kisses me, Rao, it's like the first time I've been kissed in months!" Alex picked away her hair clips, letting her hair down, and then ran her fingers through its ruffled length, further straightening and smoothing it. "Do you want to cry?" "No!" Kara scoffed, shaking her head, piteous like she wanted to moan. "Don't lie." Alex was almost proud of Kara, how solid she'd become, how tough, the armor she'd built up over the past few weeks But she didn't want to be one of the people outside it. She wanted to be part of Kara's wall, protecting her. And she knew Kara would always let her in. She leaned in and kissed Kara's head and Kara couldn't take it, couldn't keep pretending to be so tough when Alex loved her so much. "Yes!" she said, her voice cracking, and Alex held her close, feeling Kara's breath blaze against her shoulder as she huffed sob after sob. *** Alex practically had to hand-feed Kara to get her to eat, snuggling on the couch with Kara and taking her mind off her troubles with the lovelorn doctors of Seattle Grace. It made Kara cry more, but they were softer tears. Kara relaxed into Alex's embrace, the jagged rasps of emotion leaving her until she was able to smile at McDreamy and company. After Netflix burned through three episodes, Kara was practically comatose. Alex picked her up easily enough. She may have been the Girl of Steel, but she was still flesh and blood, and Alex had little trouble carrying her to the bedroom. She suddenly wished she had sprung for an apartment with a guest room, cursing herself for not having the foresight to build in a place for Kara to stay over. What if Kara's apartment had blown up or burned down or even just been fumigated? Was Kara supposed to sleep on the couch? Alex would sleep on the couch. Kara deserved a bed to sleep in. Alex laid her down and helped her out of her shoes and her pants and her bra, all to a mumbling monologue from the sleepyhead, then she drew the covers over Kara. When she turned to leave, she felt Kara's hand on her own. All throughout the evening, Kara had been soft and pliant, but now her grip was firm as could be. "Stay with me?" "I don't know if that's a good idea." Alex was at war with herself. She wanted to keep comforting Kara, keep an eye on her—no way she'd have a good night's sleep with Kara out of her sight, even knowing she was in the other room. But she also suspected that Kara needed her space, and didn't want to crowd her when she was getting through some things. "What if I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and I wake you up? You need your sleep." "I need you more," Kara said, then her eyes got impossibly bigger. "I'm a really sound sleeper. I won't notice if you play a brass band in here! Please? I'll tell you what Mom got you for Christmas?" "I'm a spy, Kara. I could find out if I wanted to." "I'll give you a foot-rub!" "Fine," Alex breathed at last, just to see the look of excited relief on Kara's face. "Just let me go and get into my pajamas and you have to tell me what's bothering you. All of it. No repression allowed." Kara nodded excitedly. "And you'll scratch my back?" Alex rolled her eyes. "You're a monster." Kara grinned, seeing Alex had fallen prey to the puppy dog eyes. "Thank you, Alex." Alex groaned as she went to get her pajamas. *** Despite herself, Alex enjoyed scratching Kara's bare back under her rolled up shirt. It made her feel like she was doing something to help, and Kara was kinda like a kitten being petted, nestling into the scritches and hugging her pillow to her face. Alex scratched behind her ears, just to see what would happen. Kara sighed happily. "So what's really bothering you?" Alex asked, now scratching idly between Kara's shoulder blades. "Livewire wasn't enough? I got my ass kicked." "Yeah, but you've gotten your ass kicked before. You usually bounce back faster." Kara sighed and rolled over, pulling her shirt a ways down her belly, but not all the way down. It spooled out over her tummy and belly button, and Alex stared at her vulnerable little navel as Kara lazed back on her pillow. "Cat yelled at me again today." "Of course she yelled at you, she's a yeller." Alex reclined onto her side, head held up on a bracketed arm. "I don't understand why you work for that woman. It's not like you care about who Harry Styles is dating. I could set you up with a nice DEO cover job, just like mine..." "It makes me feel normal," Kara protested. "Normal people don't hate their jobs, or get tormented by their bosses." "Yes they do—" "Well, they shouldn't." "Cat can be really nice," Kara said defensively. "Just—not today." "What'd she say?" Alex asked, hoping scratching Kara's arm would help her open up. Kara pinched her eyes shut before asking. "Nothing... just that it's a good thing I'll never get married and have children, because if I'm that bad at handling her simple needs, then I'd be a horrible mother..." "Jesus, Kara!" Alex exclaimed. "You let her talk to you like that?" "What am I supposed to do? Fry her with my heatvision?" "You could quit and get a job where you're treated better. Or ask me to make her death look like an accident. One of those two." "You can't just judge her like that!" Kara said, and despite herself, Alex felt a vein of admiration running through her. Loyal to a fault, her sister. "Cat's worked very hard to get where she is! If she were a man—" "Then she'd still be an asshole," Alex said calmly, feeling like a bossy big sister for lecturing Kara like this, but preferring that to being the kind of sister who would let her girl subject herself to verbal abuse for a paycheck. "Kara, how many villains have you fought who had bad childhoods, or who lost someone, or who were mistreated? That doesn't give them the right to hurt people. I don't care if Cat personally led the suffragette movement, she doesn't have the right to say hurtful things to you for no reason, or anyone else for that matter!" Kara bit her lip; Alex knew she had to feel a bit disloyal, listening to her go on like this and not being able to defend her 'friend'. "But Alex... she's my boss." Alex sighed. "You're trying to impress her, aren't you?" "Well... maybe kinda... I think she's just about to warm up to me..." "People like that aren't impressed, Kara. Giving more than a—spigot of power diminishes their authority. She wants you to be constantly scared for your job and scared of her, but always thinking things would get better if you just worked harder. That's not how a job is supposed to be. You're supposed to be well-treated and paid what your labor is worth and psychologically stable. That's what makes people productive, not living in the North Korea of workplaces." Kara stayed quiet, staring up at the ceiling. Why'd she have to be so tenacious, Alex wondered. Did she think Superman never gave up? Maybe not when he really, truly wanted something, but there were some things you just had to write-off, and trying over and over again to please some monstrous big fish in her small little pond... Alex hated the thought of it piling even more stress on top of Kara. No one deserved that, least of all someone who had been born into such responsibilities already. "You really have a lovely view of the night sky," Kara said. "Once you get a little X-ray vision..." Alex tickled at her bare stomach. "Want me to keep scratching you? Want me to keep scratching?" Kara let out a shrill, sudden giggle. "Stop it, no, c'mon!" Alex pulled her hands away. "I get it, you don't want to talk about the Cat Grant Situation." Alex gave Kara an exaggerated scowl, wanting to leave a lasting impression of just what she thought of CGS. "We'll table it for now, since I respect you and don't believe in yelling at people when I don't get my way." Kara huffed a sigh—Alex took a little vindictive satisfaction in knowing that once again, Kara wanted to counter her poor opinion of Cat Grant but couldn't think of any defense for her. "So," she continued, "what's going on down—" Alex picked at the waistband of Kara's panties, pulling them out before letting them snap back. "There?" "Alex! Gross!" "C'mon, Kara, I'm your sister. If you can't talk to me about what you're feeding the monster—" She winked. "Do not call it a monster!" Kara huffed. "And it's not like you tell me anything about your love life!" "That is because I am a pathetic workaholic who can't keep a man," Alex replied. "You're a cute intern with access to the private phone numbers of several male models. Not to mention all kinds of superhero yum-yum. Give me something to live vicariously through!" "One, no superhero is going to tee off Supes by dating his baby cousin," Kara pointed out. "They'd pull on Batman's cape first. Second, those male models are very high-maintenance. And third... you think I should go out with Winn? I mean, he does like me—he's kinda cute—maybe it could turn into something." "He's your friend..." Alex said. "What's that mean? You don't like him?" "I don't know him. But... I don't like that my sister has been giving him the busy signal for months and he's still on the line." "What about Jimmy?" "Jimmy 'Dating Lucy Lane' Olsen? You don't think that counts as a busy signal?" Kara blew a puff of air out her lips. "It's not like that! He's interested! I can feel something, I swear it—" "Trust me, you don't want to be with the kind of guy who Vagoogles you..." Yeah, because Kara would know what that meant. "With the kind of guy who's willing to investigate another relationship while he's already in one. Especially when he's like forty." "Jimmy is not forty! He's thirty-six, which I just happened to know because I was looking for something to get him for his birthday and I needed to know when that was..." Alex stared at her sister. "You're starting to scare bunnies for two states over. And that's still a ten year age difference. That was too much for Community, remember?" "So Jimmy's too old, Winn's too weird—is there anyone you'll let me date?" "Cat Grant? You do seem really into her..." Kara patted Alex's hand. "I promise, you're the only one allowed to boss me around." "Damn straight. Guess no dating for you. Stick to masturbation." Kara nodded. Then stopped nodding. "How's that go again?" "You don't know how to masturbate? Of course you don't know how to masturbate..." "When that girl did it in that horror movie, she got killed!" "This explains so much." *** "I mean, there's not much to it," Alex said, suddenly aware of just how close two people could be, sharing the covers of a single bed. She could smell Kara's sweat. Supergirl must've showered before coming over, but underneath—or she'd started sweating again. "You, uh... You just start rubbing at your thighs. Your lower belly. Your vagina. You explore it, sees what feels good, and when something feels... good, you do it harder. Faster." "You just touch yourself..." Kara's hand was moving under the sheets. Like the wake of a submarine traveling under that blue cover, crinkling and warping the sheets above. "And see what feels good?" "Yes," Alex said, her mouth suddenly dry. No way Kara was doing, would do what she thought she was doing. She was just scratching an itch. That was all. An itch. "And what do you think about?" "Think about?" "When you do it. I know a lot of women think about Fifty Shades of Gray, but I read it and it really wasn't all that sexy." Jesus Christ. "You think about whatever you want," Alex said with a nervous laugh. "It's a fantasy. A harmless fantasy. It doesn't matter—you can think about Jimmy." "I don't want to think about Jimmy." Kara reached for Alex and for a helpless moment, Alex thought she was going to caress her face. Maybe hold her by the cheeks as she gave her a kiss. Wouldn't that be strange? Kara was affectionate as a puppy dog, she must've kissed Alex's cheek or forehead or hand a thousand times, but never her lips. That would be so different—yet it would have to feel a little like Kara's lips did elsewhere. Wouldn't it? Maybe it wouldn't be strange at all. Maybe it'd be comforting. Christ, this was her sister. Kara's hand hadn't touched her face. It'd touched the sheets pulled up to Alex's chin. It's gripped them and pulled them down her body and now Alex's pajama top was revealed in full. It was blue with a josie dot pattern, made out of sateen, with matching shorts to serve as bottoms. And it buttoned up along the cute red piping. Kara herself had gotten her the pajamas. Alex had worn them ever since. Only it got warm in her apartment, in all of National City. She didn't sleep with a comforter. Some nights she didn't even cover herself with the sheets. And she unbuttoned the pajamas a ways, leaving some of her chest bare. It wasn't like she slept in the nude or anything. But having those two buttons undone—out of five, and they started at her cleavage—kept her toasty without making her wake up soaked in sweat every morning. And when she did get a guy, or a girl, they didn't mind the view. It wasn't lingerie, but it wasn't a burlap bag either. She looked nice. Kara thought so. Kara had to think so; she must've pictured Alex in it when she bought the PJs. She would want her sister to be cute while she looked comfortable. It was just the way things were on Earth. More often than not, when you looked good, you felt good. You couldn't see all of her breasts, even. Just the inner curves. Maybe the pink of an areola. It was nothing. Nothing. Kara looked. Her hand locked on the rumpled bedsheet, like she wanted to make sure it couldn't cover Alex up again. Her other hand was moving under the sheets. Not with the telltale rhythm of masturbation, but with a slow, rolling motion over her groin, her thighs, her belly. Exactly where Alex had told her to touch. "Kara," Alex said pitifully, her voice croaking out of her. "I'm your sister." "Adopted," Kara said. "We don't say that a lot, because I would never ever want to diminish what you mean to me, you're my best friend, you're as close to me as a sister could be, you're the person that I care most about in this world. But you have your parents and I have my parents and when we met, we were almost fully grown—if Idris Elba had been raised alongside you, would that stop you from—should that stop me from thinking that you're amazing, and beautiful, and I love you so much that sex is just a part of that, just one more way to show you that I care?" "Jesus!" But Alex didn't move to cover herself, didn't say anything as the hand underneath the sheets kept moving. "Alex." She could hear a soft moan in Kara's voice. "Krypton doesn't even have the same sexual taboos as Earth. We don't have any beliefs against homosexuality—even those redneck Kandorians accept it—and we only consider incest to be incest if there's a possibility of offspring. There wouldn't be with us. And if it's that you don't think I could please you, I promise, I'll do whatever it takes! Whatever your pleasure is, I'll do it. I want to serve you. I've thought about it—imagined it—and nothing satisfies me like that thought, that picture in my head of pleasing you and making you proud of me and—" "Kara!" Alex interrupted. "This is... you don't have to be in a relationship. I know you hate being alone, but you'll always have your family and your friends. You don't need me to be your lover for it to count!" "But why shouldn't we be?" Kara demanded. "We care about each other so much—isn't that more important than sex?" "Yes, but—" Alex would've said something about how platonic friendships, but then she remembered all of Kara's platonic friends kinda wanted to bang her. Why did everything have to be a fucking love triangle in this world? Next thing she knew, Hank Henshaw and Maxwell Lord would be competing for her affections. Sparking A Fire Ch. 02 "You don't even know it won't feel good!" Kara pressed, drawing close to Alex—close enough for the heat of her body to penetrate into Alex's flesh, make her feel overwarm, feverish. Too hot for her pajamas. At least she'd stopped touching herself... "Imagine it does, imagine I do please you—" "Of course you'd please me, Kara. You're so cute and such a giving person and why am I talking about my sister like that?" "But picture it. Imagine we're at an orgy. It's a dark room, pitch black, and there are so many bodies entwined together, on the floor, rolling around together flesh to flesh." Alex stared at Kara as she spoke, so vehement, so engaged. The intensity of her was voluptuous, sexual in and of itself. She spoke like she was on the verge of orgasm, her lithe body panting with exertion. Alex had never realized just how sexy her sister was before. Had she? "You're there, and I'm there, and we're kissing people, touching people, and it all feels nice." Kara moved in and kissed Alex's cheek, as suddenly and as directly as a cobra striking. "But we can't see anything in the darkness." She kissed Alex's cheek again, just as briefly. "So we might end up kissing each other." Another kiss. Slightly longer this time. Like Kara had trouble bringing herself to separate from Alex. "Touching each other." Alex felt a sharp urge to twist her head as Kara kissed her again. "And if it felt good..." Maybe Alex had turned her head, because this time when Kara kissed her cheek, she caught the edge of Alex's lips. "Would you stop? Would you even notice that it was my body in the middle of so many others? And would it make any difference, when it felt so good? Because it would feel good, Alex, I just know it would..." She'd talked for so long—it felt like an eternity—without kissing Alex. Alex suddenly need that kiss. She twisted around like a cat, grabbing Kara, kissing her. It didn't feel good. It felt perfect. She tore the sheets away, finding Kara's naked body waiting for her—the little minx had undressed right next to her—and kissed her as she put her hand on Kara's hip and felt the heat of her pussy and ground the heel of her hand into the arrowhead of Kara's pubic hair, the pressure enough to just reach Kara's cunt, to show her how ready Kara was, and Kara sighed into her mouth as they kissed. It was so hot, devouring that sigh on those lips. Alex felt herself swelling against her pajama bottoms, the material that touched her becoming wet and clingy. Like Kara's tongue would be if Alex mounted her face. And Kara would let her do that. Kara would let her do anything, wanted her to do anything. She stopped kissing Alex. Just long enough to penetrate her with her long middle finger. To see and hear the moan Kara let out as she started being fucked by her sister. "You wanted this, didn't you?" Alex demanded, barely able to resist stopping to marvel at how Kara's sex felt around her finger. How perfect it was. "You planned this?" "N-no..." Alex stopped moving her finger. Just held it inside Kara, everything up to the knuckle, maybe a small mercy in that. She knew Kara wouldn't have been able to take much more. But she also knew that Kara definitely wanted to be kissed again. "Honesty will get you more fingers," Alex said. "Lying will get you punished. Did you want this?" "Yes!" Kara gasped, and Alex took her hand away and slapped Kara's cunt and put in two fingers and if Kara wasn't coming, wasn't having an orgasm that looked just fucking fantastic, then Alex didn't know what an orgasm was. Alex kissed her when it was over. Long and loving, only barely pulling away because Kara followed her up, trying for another one. Alex had to use her other arm, put her forearm across Kara's throat and hold her down. When she did, a grin flickered across Kara's lips. Alex started moving those two fingers again. It was worth it just to see how wide Kara's eyes got. Shocked at how good it could feel. "Go on," Alex ordered. "I... I didn't know what I wanted. I kept wanting to make you happy and spend time with you and make you proud, but I didn't know how. And I just... I just felt like shit today, and then I came to you and I felt so good, and I wanted to make you feel good—I wanted you to love me as much as I love you." Alex rewarded her with a kiss. She would've given her another finger, but Kara wasn't ready yet. Her body was still warming to the slow pump of the two fingers inside her, her hips starting to stir, her body starting to heave against the friction building within her loins. "Keep going!" Alex said, and she felt Kara clench at her strident tone. "And when you hugged me, it felt good, it always feels good, but I got turned on too. I have in the past, sometimes. I was ashamed of myself because I thought you didn't feel that way about me and I thought it would embarrass you. But this time I thought what if it happened, and what if I could... repay you for loving me... make it worth your while to love me. By making you feel good, like..." "Like?" Alex insisted. "Rao, do I have to say it?" "Do you want another finger?" Kara's mouth fell slightly open. Alex could see the arithmetic going on behind her eyes. If two fingers felt good, how would three feel? And how happy would Alex be with her? Still, Kara's eyes were cast downward as she answered. "Like Livewire." Alex jolted her out of her reverie, spanking her pussy again, harder. When she put three fingers in, Kara was pretty much coming already, her legs flying straight out, her arms flung wide, her mouth open in a lost gasp. Alex milked it, pushing her fingers to Kara's spot—wider and warmer than a human's would be—stroking it with three knotted fingertips. Kara's eyes rolled back in her head as her orgasm went on and on, the pleasure not leaving but crushing down on her body, pushing and pressing inside her until she managed a faint noise of pain. Alex stilled her fingers, letting Kara recover. "What about Livewire?" Kara could barely catch her breathe. "If I tell you—will you be my girlfriend?" "Better than that," Kara said, starting to move her fingers again. Slowly this time. Infuriatingly slow. "I'll be your sister." "When Livewire attacked me—she made me come. But I wasn't thinking of her when I did. I was thinking of you. I almost screamed your name. I almost—" Kara broke off into a series of pleasured sobs as Alex struck her pussy, again and again, the flat of her hand crashing against Kara's labia just when it was at its most sensitive. "It sounds like you want to be my bitch, Kara." Alex stopped spanking her, instead laying her hand flat on Kara's wet, overheated sex. "It sounds like you want me to tie you up. To spank you. To drive you just as far as you can go and then hold you as you come back down." Alex felt Kara's cunt spasm as she whispered all the things she wanted to do to Kara, but at the last one, Kara's shut eyes flew open and she smiled widely, almost tearfully. "Yes... yes, please—and, and fist me! And queen me!" "Queen you?" Kara was suddenly bursting over with enthusiasm, like she was finally getting to deliver a school report she'd worked on for weeks. "You'd sit on my face and hold my head down with your body and I wouldn't be able to move or breathe or do anything but eat you out, I'd make you come so good, Alex, I swear!" Alex added a fourth finger. Kara was definitely wet enough, loose enough. She shivered in ecstasy—some kind of low-key orgasm as she submitted to Alex. Alex put her forearm muscles into a push deep into Kara, her four fingers touching Kara where she'd never been touched before. Kara's back arched, her breasts straining as she let out a silent scream. "If you're my bitch, you do as I say." "Yes, mistress!" Kara said, almost automatically. Alex pumped her arm again. Practically fisting Kara already. "You're going to quit that awful job and let me find you a better one." "Yes, mistress!" "Maybe you can work with me. Maybe you can be my assistant. And when you get bored and start teasing me with that short little skirt or that cute little smile—" Kara was as lost in the fantasy as she was. "I will, mistress, I will!" "I'll pull you into a supply closet and bend you over. Any time during the day. Whenever I want." "Yes, mistress!" Kara's sex was practically sucking her in. She was leaking like a sieve too. It had to be a Kryptonian thing. Maybe she could actually take Alex's fist, even without lube. It wasn't like Alex's hands were too big. There was only one way to find out. Alex bunched her fingers together, pushing Kara's sex slowly, deliberately. Her thumb right in the middle of them. Kara knew what she was doing. Smiled, flustered, as Alex began to enter her. "And you're going to tell Winn that you're just not into him!" Alex gritted out, trying to distract herself from just how loose Kara was, how eager her body was to take Alex's fist. God, maybe she could fit both hands into her... "Yes, mistress!" Alex held back. The knuckles of all five fingers were in. Kara's pussy was stretched as wide as it would go. All that remained was one last push, for Kara to take the palm of her hand, the heel of it, and then Alex would be in up to her wrist. That was one fact about Kryptonians Alex wouldn't be handing over to the DEO. That you could pretty much fist them for a quickie. Just one last push... Alex stared at Kara, straining, red-faced, her eyes narrowed and her teeth gritted, the veins standing out on her neck and forehead. She could tell Kara had never felt this way before. In a way, she was taking Kara's virginity. It felt like that. It really felt like that. "And you're going to stop drooling over Jimmy Olsen!" Alex commanded, holding herself back, knowing she would push into Kara's cunt—fisting her—but resisting, committing to memory the feel of being outside Kara so she would know just how different it would be having her hand surrounded by her. "Because you're not his, Kara, you're never going to be his, you're mine, Kara, mine—" She couldn't resist any longer. Couldn't hold back. Kara had to be hers. She had to own Kara's cunt. And she did. She pushed her fist inside, thumb and all, and that cunt was hers, all hers, coming for her, gushing because of her. "Yours!" Kara screamed, hands flying to Alex's forearm, holding it tight. "Yours! Yours!" Just as she seemed about to scream herself hoarse, Alex kissed her. And if kissing Kara's sighing lips was good, then jamming her tongue in Kara's mouth and feeling it vibrate with her muffled scream was goddamn magical. "Leave it in," Kara begged as soon as Alex had taken her lips away. "Please don't stop... just let me keep feeling it?" "Okay, sweetie. But only for a little while." Now that the fuck was over—mostly—Alex felt more cautious about what they were doing. She'd practically come herself in sympathy with Kara. Maybe she had; she remembered rutting against Kara's side as she fisted her. But it paled in comparison to the enormous thought of pleasing Kara. She'd actually made Kara climax. Satisfied her. Made her as happy as Alex had ever seen her, and that was saying a lot. That seemed so much more important than getting off herself. Not that she didn't like the sound of that queening thing. Alex felt Kara's cunt pulse against her fist, pleasure lingering in her body like the aftershocks of an earthquake, until Kara's body started to stiffen, her movements becoming slower as she was wracked with aches, pains. She knew Kara was getting sore, uncomfortable in this awkward position. Over Kara's complaints, she drew her fist out. Despite herself, Kara relaxed when it was over. And was mollified even more when Alex made her suck a few of her wet fingers. "Now," Alex said, "when you eat me, you'll have a scientific understanding of the differences between Kryptonians and humans." "And if I don't make you come fast enough, you should spank me," Kara suggested. "Really hard, so I'll feel it. Maybe with the hairbrush Aunt Nancy gave you?" One thing hadn't changed at all between them: Kara was still absolutely going to be the death of her.