Kindred

TITLE: Kindred AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 2 of ? FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Kara / Clark RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Seven and Eight UNIVERSE: Inspired by JohnSlayers "I Came Back..." Kara and Clark find that sometimes family is all you have, all you need and not the obstacle you think it might be to finding happiness. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Smallville. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER TWO Kara woke in confusion, early morning sun slashing across her face, for a moment she didn't know where she was or how she'd got there. The feeling was painfully and fearfully familiar and she heaved a sigh of relief when memory returned. Her frown did not leave her forehead as she pulled the quilt up with her as she sat up. Her towel no longer covered her and it stuck to her skin where her weight had pressed it into it. She tugged it free in annoyance and let it drop to the floor. Clark must have come home and found her in his bed and covered her. It also explained why the lights were off and the door shut. Thinking of Clark brought back another series of memories and remembered sensations and Kara felt her cheeks suddenly heat. She sniffed her fingers and groaned at the lingering aroma of her sex grease. "What did Clark see when he came home?" she pondered nervously. She knew he had to have seen her naked, but had she still been responding to her dream? Could he have guessed whom she was dreaming about? She drew her knees up and rested her cheek on it, letting her hair fall down in a golden curtain to shroud herself in darkness. "Maybe... maybe I should avoid any possible embarrassment and just leave?" she wondered, knowing what had brought her back, yet now no longer able to trust her motives. She had never thought of him in that way before, but suddenly it seemed like the only thing she could think about. Maybe she had just been too long without a man in her life or just simply in her. It had been years, accidental stasis not withstanding. The war and finally the plight of Krypton itself had left her without time for romantic or even sexual entanglements. She sighed as her thoughts played tag while images of her cousin, the simple, easy ones of his smile and the good times they'd spent together warred with the erotic ones she'd fabricated. They both had their own allure, but neither helped with her predicament, so she lifted her head with a sigh. Clark lay in Kara's old bed, staring at the ceiling. Her room, his old room, showed hardly any trace of her. She had not really had much of a life here with him on the farm. He sometimes wondered what her life had been like all those months she had amnesia. Had she been more content without the burden of his secret and her own? They hadn't talked much about it and he wasn't even sure how much she remembered He hadn't slept a wink. Every time he closed his eyes her naked form appeared behind his eyelids and his mind started to imagine what she had been dreaming about to so sensually pleasure herself and call his name. And, each time his erection returned and he clenched his fists at his side to stop from reaching for it. He snapped his eyes open and recited baseball and football stats until his tumescence subsided. He tucked his hands behind his head and just lay there, watching the room slowly grow lighter as the sun rose. He had to forget. She was his cousin, period, exclamation mark. "But, damn she looked so beautiful and sexy." He thought. He had known she was beautiful, but it had never translated into desire, until now. His dick started to stiffen again and he forced his mind away from the subject. Kara was his cousin and she was back after months and he should welcome her home. He got up, put his jeans and t-shirt back on and went to the kitchen. He quickly put together a breakfast of scrambled eggs, griddle cakes, orange juice and coffee, occasionally cocking his head and focusing his hearing to check if she was still asleep. He heard her breathing change when she woke and busied himself getting a tray and arranging her breakfast on it while he waited for the last of the griddle cakes to be ready. With, everything ready he took them upstairs and balancing the tray on one hand knocked softly before entering. She was sitting up, wrapped in the quilt he had covered her with. "Welcome home, Kara." He greeted her with a warm happy smile. Her golden hair was adorably sleep mussed and the smile that answered his greeting lit up her entire face. "Clark!" she responded and started to get up, but stopped as the quilt started to slip away and she clutched at it to maintain a modicum of modesty, everything considered. "Mind if I borrow a shirt or something?" She asked and without bothering to respond verbally, set the tray down on the foot of the bed and opened his closet and grabbed one of his shirts. He handed it to her and then diplomatically turned to face away from her while she put it on. He had forgotten that the door to the closet had a mirror mount on it though and he found himself looking at her naked form again as she rose and let the quilt drop and slid her arms into his shirt. He didn't shut his eyes or, although his hand gripped the edge of the closet door, close it. His dick hardened uncomfortably in the confines of his boxers and jeans even after her lithe form disappeared behind the cotton of the shirt. He almost slammed the door shut as her head came up and he feared his voyeurism might be discovered. He turned as Kara stepped closer and her arms wrapped around him in a warm hug. He surreptitiously maneuvered himself to that she didn't make contact with his crotch and the embarrassing bulge of his still throbbing erection. It didn't help that this inadvertently pressed her top half more firmly against him, but he didn't mind too much. "Hope you don't mind me dropping in unannounced and stealing your bed in the process?" She enquired as she settled onto the side of the bed, eyeing the tray as the delicious smells made her mouth water. Clark chuckled. "Eat... I'm just glad you're back." He said, gesturing to the tray as he settled on the bed next to her. The morning sun slanted through the window and made highlights in her blonde hair as she rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and tucked into the breakfast he had prepared for her. He keeps his eyes on her face although he is still uncomfortably aware of the shadowy hint of cleavage the shirt provides and he positions his legs to hide the bulge in his jeans. "How long are you staying for?" he asked after giving her some time to blunt her hunger. "Indefinitely... My search for Kandor dead-ended and..." she explained and he rested a hand lightly on her shoulder. "Sorry, I know how much finding a surviving piece of Krypton meant to you." He commiserated, giving the smooth curve of her shoulder a squeeze. She rested her hand on his. "Thanks. I'm still going to keep looking, keep an ear out for any more information or rumors, but... But I'd like to try having a life too." She told him. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you like. It will be good to have someone else at the farm again." He responded and she thanked him again, aware of his strong hand, how good it felt and that he had made no move to remove it and neither had she. "I need to go to work, but I'll be back just after lunch and we can spend some time catching up, Okay?" he informed her, noticing the time and that his hand still rested on her shoulder under hers. She nodded around a mouthful of griddle cake and he squeezed her shoulder again before rising. He paused and then grabbed things from his dresser and closet. "Sorry... I'll leave you to change." She said realizing that it was his room after all. "Nonsense... You finish your breakfast. I'll change in the bathroom." He countered and was already heading for the door before she could argue and she watched him go. "Is it my imagination or does Clark seem edgy?" she wondered. Kara finished her breakfast with an unladylike belch. "That was really tasty. He's a really good cook." She noted as she lay back on his bed. "I should get up or at least go to my room." She thought, but simply stretched out, letting the sun from the window wash over her. She sniffed lightly at the collar of his shirt. It smelled laundered and fresh, but she fancied she could still smell something of him on it. She groaned as her nipples suddenly started to harden, and scraped across the cotton of the shirt as the scent and the memory of his warm, innocent touch combined to awaken them. "Great Krypto, what is wrong with you." She admonished herself as she tried to quell her arousal. She got up, her teeth grinding together in frustration and went to her room. She was strangely hesitant, but she stripped out of his shirt and slipped into a clean pair of panties and a t-shirt before flopping onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She sniffed and she could swear she could smell Clark. "I'm going crazy." She told herself as she turned and burrowed her face into the pillow, finding that his scent intensified. "I am crazy." Kara amended even as she sighed happily, drawing up her legs and slowly rubbed her thighs together in response to the little tickle that had started to throb inside her. His face was too clear behind her closed lids, so she snapped them open, as she also jerked her hand away from her crotch before rolling once again onto her back. She banged her head back on the pillow several times in frustration as she tried to calm her suddenly sex-obsessed body. "Could I seduce, Clark?" she wondered. "Was it worth the attempt? Could he ever see her in that light? They were the last of the Kryptonian race that they knew of. Could he be drawn to her in the same way she was now suddenly drawn to him? Would he be if he understood what that really meant, the way she did?" questions buzzed in her head, annoying and unanswerable. The only certainty was that she wanted him. She had him as family and friend, but she wanted more, Krypto help her she wanted so much more. Clark was distracted on his drive into Metropolis. He couldn't get Kara out of his head, more precisely he couldn't get a naked, writhing Kara out of his head. He kept having to adjust himself as his erection surged and subsided in response to his success at mastering his arousal. He kept wondering how she would feel, he could still feel the echo of her hug, the warmth of her body and the firm pillows of her breasts flattening against his chest. The smell of her hair lingered in his nostrils. The way she had moaned his name, echoed and reverberated in his mind and there was no mistaking its cause. Another woman had moaned his name like that and just fro a moment a more petite, dark haired figure merged and blurred with his blonde cousin's sexy body. His mind shied away from that image, his hands tightening on the steering wheel until the metal creaked in distress and he forced himself to relax. "Would it be so bad?" He wondered, surprised at himself for even entertaining the idea. He even started to wonder if there might be Red Kryptonite involved somehow, but couldn't figure out how. They were for all intents and purposes the last of their race and he realized with her search for Kandor having reached a dead end it was more true for her than him. He hadn't grown up on Krypton, she had. He had lost his heritage, she had lost her life in a manner of speaking. He discarded the idea and then rehashed it a dozen times before deciding that he had to talk to her. If he somehow had the wrong idea, it would be embarrassing, but at least it would beat the awkwardness he already felt growing between them. How he would broach the subject, he didn't quite know. The few hours he had to spend at The Planet dragged and it felt like it took him forever to finish the simple puff piece of an article that he had to submit. His mind kept drifting to the question of his cousin and the possibility that there could be more than family and friendship between them. Clark was surprised that there was such a strong part of him that seemed to want it, that was drawn to the idea, that he seemed to have a defense or argument for every reason he brought up to deny it. He was grateful that Lois was off on assignment to Edge City or he was sure she'd be hounding him with questions about his behavior. He forced himself to focus and read through the article one last time and then emailed it to his editor and waited impatiently for a reply. He tapped a pencil lightly against his teeth, shifting his chair from side to side as he watched his inbox. They were a matched pair and there were no secrets between them and no need to keep any, something that had always been an issue in his romantic endeavors to date. Kara was a beautiful woman and if what he had seen the night before was any indication, she was as physically attracted to him as he now inexplicably found himself to her. Again, the image of Kara, naked and writhing on his bed, moaning his name flashed into his mind, but this time he reached out, his hand lightly cupping her cheek in a gentle caress. Her large eyes fluttered open, connecting with his before he joined her on the bed, cementing his lips to hers in a hungry kiss as their hands started exploring each other. Clark shook himself out of the fantasy with difficulty. He should have found it disturbing, even repulsive as she was his cousin and it would be incest, but all he felt was desire stirring in himself as well as an excited yearning. He surreptitiously reached down and adjusted himself, it didn't help much because there was only so much room in his boxers and his throbbing erection was taking up all of it. Clark let out a heavy breath as his editor accepted receipt of his article with only minimal comment on its quality. He took a few moments to collect himself and let his erection subside before he rose and shrugged into his jacket. He made one stop on his way out of Metropolis to pick up a cherry pie from Morton's Bakery, which he knew was one of Kara's favorites. He noted that he was thinking less about Kara in terms of if it were possible and more in terms of how to broach the subject with out being a total ass. By, the time he turned into the dirt lane to the farm, he still hadn't come to any useful conclusions. Neither sleep nor comfort would come to Kara as she lie on her bed, her thoughts about Clark a swirling turmoil. So, with a heavy sigh she got up and dressed simply in jeans and a pink tank top. She slipped into a pair of sandals on her way out the door. She thought about calling Chloe and Lois, but decided against it. She and Clark still needed to discuss the story for her absence for all these months. Chloe knew, more or less, but Kara realized she simply didn't feel like talking with anyone else yet. It was a clear, warm Kansas day and the sun felt good on her skin as she idly wondered across the farm yard to visit with the horses. There hadn't been any kind of equivalent to horses on Krypton and she found the large, graceful creatures beautiful. Their presence was soothing as she stroked the neck and fret lock of the brown mare that trotted up to greet her and she wished she had brought some sugar cubes. She looked up at the sun to figure out the time and realized it was already after noon and she decided to make sandwiches for her and Clark to have for lunch, but spent a few more minutes with the horses before returning to the farmhouse. Kara made some iced tea as well and was humming softly as she made the sandwiches when she heard his truck turn onto the drive to the farm and realized she had been listening out for him. She moved out to the porch to greet him and watched as he loosened his tie as he exited the cab. He gave her a wave and smile of greeting, which she returned before leading the way to the kitchen. They exchanged pleasantries while they ate their sandwiches, but he seemed distracted and withdrawn. He thanked her for the sandwich as he sipped at his iced tea which he had risen to refill. Clark leaned against the counter and caught her up on what had been going on since she'd left. The beast worried her and she was a little shocked to hear about Chloe and Brainiac as well as Chloe and Jimmy. She listened with interest as he described the debacle that followed his deciding to reveal his secret to the world via Lois and his use of time travel to correct it. But, it was his short, concise retelling of what had transpired between him and Lana and why she could no longer be a part of his life that made her heart ache in sympathy. His pain was so evident, it was almost tangible and she rose from her seat to wrap her arms around him in a compassionate hug of sympathy. That was her intent, but as she rested her head against his broad chest, she suddenly became aware of how tall he was, how warm and solid felt and how manly he smelled. She had felt him tense and then relax, his arm slipping around her back to return the embrace. Her arm rose and her hand curled around the back of his neck almost of its own accord as she tilted her head up to look at him. His eyes caught hers and held them and she felt him stir where her belly was pressed lightly to his crotch. "Kara, I..." he started, but she cut him off by pulling his head down to hers while straining to the tips of her toes to press her lips to his. It started as a tentative, soft, light connection and the fear of him pulling away in disgust drove the butterflies in her stomach into a whirlwind of fluttering. She opened her mouth as she felt his arms tighten around her and his lips press back against hers. Kara felt a tingle run across her skin as he drew her even closer against, his arousal now undeniable against her as he tilted her head and cemented their lip lock while his tongue first fenced and then tangoed with hers. She moaned softly as their heads moved to slide sucking lips across each other and the rocked slightly as each pressed against the other. The butterflies in her stomach joined together and transformed into a slick, twisting tension in her loins as her sex grew moist as it flex, releasing a sudden torrent of nectar to coat her blazing flesh and opening, swelling folds. Hr clothes felt uncomfortable against her flaming skin and her nipples scrapped across the suddenly rough cotton of her tank top as they rapidly, grew and stiffened. Clark smiled when he saw his cousin as he stepped out of the cab of his truck, noting how the sun played across her golden tresses. He followed her to the kitchen where she had prepared sandwiches and iced tea. He kept their conversation light until they were done eating and then rising to refill his glass, filled her in about what had transpired while she had been away. He left the tale of Lana, Prometheus and Lex for last and kept it concise as he felt his heart ache reliving it. He saw the sympathy and concern in her eyes as she looked up at him from where she sat at the table before she rose and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. He closed his eyes for just a moment as her warm, lush feminine body pressed against his and he became aware of her scent and a myriad of images of her real and fantasized flashed across his mind's eye. He realized he was holding her, returning her embrace, relaxing into it as he felt her hand curl behind his neck and opened his eyes to find hers looking up at him, wide and earnest. He felt her exert a little pressure and shift, her face rising toward his. He lowered his head and then they were kissing. A part of him cried out that it was wrong, that he should pull away, that she was his cousin, that he shouldn't allow it to happen, but a louder voice said that she had initiated it and he really want to do it as he felt his dick shoot to rigid, throbbing attention, something Kara could not fail to feel as well. The touch of her lips was tentative, but electric and suddenly there was nothing else in the world but her as they both moved to deepen the kiss. Because, of the yellow sun of earth, they had the power to hold their breath almost indefinately, yet they were both breathless and breathing heavy when he broke the kiss. She had closed her eyes at sometime, she didn't remember when and she blinked them open, floating for a moment in the memory of the kiss and the continued heat of is warm embrace and his throbbing arousal pressing against her. "Clark, I..." Kara started, taking his wide-eyed silence as rejection, but he shushed her with a finger across her full lips. "Later." He suggested simply and before she could make any other comment his finger was replaced by his lips. Kara found herself bowed back over his arm before she could brace herself to receive his forceful kiss. She struggled against the surge of desire she felt wash over her, they needed to talk about this, be responsible, but it felt so good and she knew it would only get better and then with a groan she surrendered. It might be a mistake, but it was one she was going to enjoy making. She returned his kiss as hard and as hungrily as he gave it as he walked them back wards. She felt the small of her back come up against the table's edge and then he lifted her off her feet and deposited her on it. Their plates and her glass went flying, to crash to the floor in a wild tinkling cacophony of breaking glass that went mostly unnoticed by the two Kryptonians as he stepped between her legs and she lay back across the table, pulling him down over her. She could feel him hard and hot against her crotch as their heads twisted and while their lips slid and sucked at each other and tongues sensuously tangled and writhed along with their bodies. Her fingers scrabbled at his back and through his hair as she ground up against him. She felt like she was on fire, her clothes stifling and irritably uncomfortable and she wanted to get out of them. Clark made a decision. He let himself have what he wanted. He could see her falter, but could also see the raw desire blazing in her light eyes, feel the hard points of her nipples pressing against his chest and the scent of her arousal. He stopped her with a finger across her lips before she could say much more than his name. Words weren't going to work, not now, not yet. There would be time for words later. He kept her silent by pressing his lips to hers, capturing them with the hunger and passion he no longer denied. She seemed to resist for a moment and then she was right there with him and he knew there would be no turning back. He walked them over to the table and lifted her up onto it, sending the things on it flying. He stepped between her legs and his cock twitched in the now tight confines of his boxers as if sensing the heat of her sex as he ground against her crotch and she ground back. He let his hands burrow into her soft hair, cupping her smooth cheek as he continued to kiss her. The hot, hard pebbles of her nipples poked into his chest as it flattened the pillows of her breasts and let some of his weight rest on her as they writhed together. The restriction of his boxers and pants are almost unbearable and her dragging his shirt out of his pants causes him to break their kiss and starts a frenzy of a different kind. The look they share is almost a dare as he rose, creating a little separation between them, allowing her to sit up. Kara felt the last of her apprehension and hesitance fade away as she watches Clark roughly undo the top three buttons of his shirt and then start to pull it off over his head. She grabbed the hem of her tank top and with a single fluid motion yanked it off over her head and tossed it aside. The air felt cool against her skin and her nipples tingled and the skin of her breasts seemed to grow even tighter as she rejoiced in freeing them. She reached for his belt and tugged at it until she could free it and work at the other fastenings of his pants. Her attention was drawn away for a moment when she heard something ricochet of one of the kitchen cupboard doors. He hadn't bothered to undo his cuffs and in his hurry he simply tore them, sending the buttons sailing across the room before his shirt joined her top. She pressed her lips to the smooth, unblemished skin of his chest and opened her mouth to swirl her tongue on the warm surface. She moaned softly as he slid his strong hands down over her ribs and onto her taut belly before tugging at the snaps of her jeans. Neither of them seemed quite in control of their strength and neither particularly cared as buttons and fasteners were torn or broken off as they rushed to get each others pants off. "Lie back." He instructed in a hungry growl that sent a shiver running through her, but she complies with reluctance as it put him out of range of his dick, which she had just started to explore through the thin layer of cotton that were his boxers feeling it hot and throbbing with life and manly vitality. Clark stripped off his shirt, annoyed for a moment when he can't get his arms free and has to yank at the cuffs, sending the buttons flying. His eyes follow the red blur of her tank top as she tosses it aside and then snaps back to feast on her newly exposed flesh. She looked marvelous in the light of a setting moon, but in the light of day she was simply magnificent, a model of perfection and his mouth literally watered at the thought of exploring her firm globes and the turgid peaks that surmounted it. She beat it to him and he sighed softly as the heat from her lips seeped into his skin and then was cooled by her wet, swirling tongue as she worked feverishly to undo his pants, his belt already having succumbed to her efforts. He wanted to fondle her breasts, test the hardness of her nipples, but her progress on his pants made him want to get hers off as well. Still, he couldn't resist putting his hands on her firm, smooth skin and letting his hands slide down along it to reach her jeans. He dragged in a heavy breath as she tore open his pants, like him finding the fastenings, frustrating and co-operative as he was, so he followed her lead. Kara looked up at him, her straight white teeth worrying lightly at her lower lip as he lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders. Her sandals clung to her toes for a moment and then dropped to the floor behind him. She didn't even have to lift her ass as he lifted her slightly off the table as he tugged both her jeans and panties off her hips and then drew them up her legs and off. He tossed her jeans and then ran his hands slowly down the tops of her thighs, his fingers flexing and testing the muscles underneath. His eyes swept over her nude form like a velvet caress. "Kara, I've never told you this before, but you are a stunningly beautiful and incredibly sexy woman." He informed her with quiet sincerity and a smile that made her heart flutter. She didn't quite know how to respond as she felt her cheeks heat and her sex flood further with his compliment, so she simply made her desire known. "Take me, Clark. I want you." She requested, her voice low and sultry with unmistakable need. TO BE CONTINUED