Kindred

TITLE: Kindred

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 5 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 FIVE

Kara didn’t remember closing her eyes or falling asleep, but she was having the most amazing dream ever. Her eyes twitched and narrowed as she felt light wash over the outside of her eyelids, giving the darkness a red tinge. She stirred and felt her movement restricted. She opened her eyes and craned her neck around, to find that her dream was no dream at all as Clark smiled back at her. She twisted and rolled in his light embrace until she was facing him and smiled back. “So it’s real? What we did?” she asked softly and he nodded. “So I guess we have to talk.” She suggested and again he nodded, but made no other move or comment. “Will you say something!” she said in exasperation at his silence and his smile became toothy as he chuckled. “It’s all real and, yes, we have to talk, but I think we might want to get dressed and find a more… conducive setting.” He acknowledged and suggested as she felt his hand lightly start to caress her back and a quick glance down at his crotch showed her definite signs of life, which in turn made her aware of certain reactions in her body as well.

“Hmmmmm… I think you might be right, that’s of course if we have to talk… right now that is.” She confirmed, unsure whether she wanted to move out of his embrace or deeper into it. She could see him wrestling with the same dilemma. Clark let out a heavy sigh. He could feel his dick getting hard and the skin of her back was sumptuously smooth and warm under his hand and he knew the rest of her felt even better. “We get up. We get dressed. We talk and then… Well… we’ll just have to see.” He said decisively as with reluctance he let go of her and rolled away. She rolled onto her back as he got up. “You were always too responsible for my good.” She noted and he simply shrugged. “Could you please go and get dressed. I don’t know how responsible I can remain if you keep lying there like that.” He requested plaintively. “What? Like this she said, spreading her legs a little. “Kara” he said her name warningly, yet she could also hear a note of frustration in his voice. “Oh, very well. I’ll meet you out on the porch. We can walk while we talk… It might be… more conducive, as you said.” She capitulated, rising off the bed as he pulled on a pair of boxers he had pulled from his dresser draw.

She walked passed him and he couldn’t resist. Clark reached out and grasping her wrist pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. She tensed and then relaxed, eagerly kissing him back, her breasts flattening against his chest so that he could feel her stiff nipples. It took a lot more effort than he would have thought to lightly grasp her shoulders and break their kiss by pushing her back to arm’s length away. She licked her lips and gave him a disappointed look. “That isn’t fair.” Kara accused him with a pout as he lowered his hands, letting them slide along her upper arms, maintaining his connection with her skin for as long as he could. “I Know… I’m sorry.” He apologized although he really wasn’t if he was honest with himself as he savored the remaining taste of her on his lips. She titled her head and gave him a searching look and then let out a soft, throaty laugh. “I’m not sorry either. See you out on the porch in ten minutes.” She told him and with a sway to her hips that kept his eyes on her until she was out of sight, left his room.

Clark took a deep breath and then dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt, foregoing his usual work boots for sneakers. He dressed slowly, automatically as his mind tried to wrap itself around what was happening between him and his cousin. The sex had been… amazing, but he felt that there was more, he just wasn’t sure what and where that would lead them. He tried to organize his thoughts, but kept having vivid flashes of her naked form and how it had felt against his, which quite effectively derailed his train of thought. He left his room and smiled as he passed Kara’s closed door and heard her humming happily through it before he made his way down stairs and out to the porch. He had a look at the kitchen on his way out, noting their strewn clothes and a few broken dishes on the floor. Shelby came to meet him as he sat on the steps and he scratched the dog behind its ears to a frantic tail wagging in response.

He turned as the screen door squeaked open and Kara stepped out. She was dressed almost identically to him except her t-shirt was pink while his was red. He smiled and she smiled back as he rose to his feet. The late afternoon sun streamed down on them and he was surprised to notice how the light revealed a myriad of tones to her luxurious mane of golden curls. “Shall we?” he suggested, holding his hand out to her and she lithely closed the distance between them to accept it. They headed out into the nearest pasture, without any real destination as Shelby ranged out in front of them. The silence between them stretched out as they walked, each stealing glances at the other, mouths occasionally opening to start to say something and then closing as they looked away, an uncomfortable tension growing between them “This is ridiculous.” Clark finally noted after they did it again. “It is. Isn’t it.” She agreed and they stopped, turning to face each other. “Where do we begin?” he asked thoughtfully.

“Could it be something biological… genetic? Something your father or mine set in place to ensure the survival of the Kryptonian race? We are, for all intents and purposes, the last of our kind and I think, all this started when we both accepted that and you returned.” Clark theorized, working his way through the idea and voicing it as he went along. It was his idea, but having stated it and having heard it out loud he couldn’t find the truth in it, even if, knowing Jor-El and Zor-El’s tendencies to meddle in their children’s lives made it plausible. Clark saw worry cloud Kara’s eyes and her teeth worried lightly at her full lower lip.

“I… I don’t think so.” She replied hesitantly, tilting her head, her eyes narrowing as if she were listening to something. Clark strained his own hearing, but could detect nothing out of the ordinary. “No.” she said with a shake of her head, the worry lifting from her eyes, but her brow furrowing slightly as if she were trying to work something out. “If it were some sort of survival imperative, it would be intended to make us mate and I’d be pregnant, but I’m not. He frowned and she smiled with a soft chuckle. “Kryptonian women have complete control of every aspect their bodies, Clark. And, by that same token if either of our fathers had meddled with us genetically they would have ensured that I made myself receptive to your seed.” She explained a happy little smile curling the edges of her lips and her forehead once again smooth. “You could do that?” he asked and her frown returned. “Make myself receptive?” she asked for clarification and he nodded. “Yes, I could, but only if… You know… We both decided we wanted children.” She answered and they both broke eye contact as each of them let the possibilities run through their thoughts. “Okay… Let’s shelve that one for the moment.” Clark suggested with a heavy exhalation. “Lets.” Kara concurred hurriedly and they each smiled shyly at the other.

“Why did you kiss me? On Krypton relationships between cousins is a commonplace occurrence, but here, on this planet where you were raised, it is taboo.” She asked and explained the reason for her question as they started to walk again. “A part of me told me not to, but I felt… felt a connection between us, something more than just family and it felt right and… and I wanted to kiss you, wanted to… After everything that’s happened, I saw you in a different light, I saw possibilities and I wanted to explore them.” He told her. “I… I saw you the night you returned. You were dreaming about me, you said my name and you were… It made me think.” He admitted, nervously checking her reaction. “I thought you might have.” She responded without any sign of displeasure. “But, that wasn’t what made me return your kiss. I didn’t intend… I didn’t know it would lead to… where it did, so quickly or that it would be, we would… that just happened and… I’m not explaining this very well.” He continued with a sigh of frustration and a deprecatingly wry laugh. Her fingers toyed with his. She hadn’t let go of his hand since she’d taken it on the porch.

“I know what you mean. It is hard to explain I didn’t come back with this in mind either, but... But, I want it. There’s something between us, maybe it is genetic, but not in the way you meant. We are the same, Kal-El. We were raised billions of miles and eons apart, but we are Kryptonians, like you said, for all intents and purposes, the last of our race, but that is only part of the attraction. We’ve both lost so much, Clark. To have this, this thing between us, whether its just physical or whether it’s something more or where it might lead us, I think we need and deserve it.” Kara explained in a rush, glad he hadn’t reacted to her use of his Kryptonian name the way he usually did.

“It definitely physical.” He noted as he stopped and pulled her to him, wrapping his arm around the small of her back and looking down into her eyes as she pressed against him. “But it’s also so much more than that, Kara. I… I needed to know was that you felt the same. We don’t have to analyze what’s happening between us. I don’t think we’ll find the answers that way because… because they… they don’t exist yet. We’ve started something here and I want to find out what it might become.” He told her, feeling the truth of his words lighten his heart along with the bright smile on her face that acknowledged his words. Clark had secretly started to worry that what had happened between them might have simply been a reaction to the loneliness of her long, solitary search through the reaches of space and that given the time to think and talk it through she might feel differently.

“I want that too, but I want this now.” Kara told him as she curled her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers. Despite his earlier affirmation that he had no regrets, she had still, deep down, harbored the fear that he might change his mind. What they had done, what they had experienced had simply been too good and she wanted it to continue too much that she felt it was almost jinxed. Everything good in her life ended up being taken away. She didn’t want that to happen with Clark. The kiss started off slow and soft, a heartfelt, intimate show of emotion, but as he parted his lips under hers and she tasted him, she let her tongue dart out to caress his and the kiss took on a hungrier tone. She groaned into his mouth as his fingers wormed into her hair and her body once again became alive with arousal. She could feel him respond as well, his jeans bulging against her lower belly as he stiffened, as she pressed her body against his, glad she’d foregone putting on a bra as her nipples perked to attention, grazing along the cotton of her t-shirt and pressing against his hard chest. She felt a tingling tickle in her sex as it flooded and rubbed against itself on the lubricating torrent and the remnants of his seed still inside her.

He slid a hand down her back and cupped and squeezed her jeans-clad ass as his dick became uncomfortably hard in his boxers. “Maybe it is simply something primal inside us that has somehow been unlocked by an unexplainable sequence and confluence of events.” He mused as he felt his arousal once again building to fever pitch. The immediacy, intensity and strength of his physical attraction to Kara surprised him. They had made wild, passionate love twice already during the course of the afternoon and still he was quite ready and willing to ravage her again right where they stood. The smoldering look she gave him as their lips parted left no room for misinterpretation that she felt the same way as her hand stroked lightly at his chest. “We could be back at the house in seconds.” He suggested, taking her hand and pressing it firmly over his heart under his hand where she flexed her fingers, testing the hard smooth muscles under his t-shirt. His skin tingled as he felt her hand slide downward and away from his as she shook her head with a mischievous little smile. “Do… not… move. You’re… not… going… anywhere.” She instructed as she followed her hand lower and sank to her knees in front of him.

Kara hadn’t felt like this since she was a teen on Krypton, before the wars, before the threat of cataclysm and she’d first started to explore her body and the joys of sex. Even, then the thrill had been more in the discovery and the fresh newness of it all. She felt as if some switch had been flipped inside her and she simply felt free to give in to her desires like she had then. She smiled up at him as she ran her hand lightly over the bulge in the front of his jeans before tugging at his belt and unbuckling it. She licked her lips as she tugged his jeans down to his knees and then freed his erection by pulling his boxers clear and down. His thick, long manhood all but sprang out at her and she wrapped her hand around it and caressed its smooth, hard surface, exploring it from stem to stern and back again. She squirmed and drew her knees closer to press and rub her thighs together in an attempt to sooth the delicious irritation of her core, twisting and clenching against itself. She looked up at Clark and he was watching her intently, his chest slowly rising and falling.

Clark flexed his fingers as he held his hands at his sides, deliberately concentrating on his breathing as Kara slowly stroked his cock. Her hand leaving a delightful echo of its passing on his skin and making his ass tense as he attempted to do as she’d requested. He could not keep his eyes off her as she paused, her breath tickling the head of his dick as his anticipation grew. He groaned and locked his knees as her pink tongue snaked out and she lightly ran its slippery, wet surface up along his shaft before enveloping him in her mouth. He watched her lips stretch around his girth and then slowly work their way inch by inch down his length. His breath hitched and he gasped as her lips sealed around him and her cheeks hollowed as sucked at him, nursing at him while her tongue swirled around him with feather light touches. Pleasure arched into his nuts and snaked up his spine as she repeated the process, taking more of him into her suckling mouth. He felt her fingers rhythmically flex and knead the backs of his thighs as she started to bob her head, bathing his cock in liquid heat and sparking friction, dragging a heavy groan from him and causing his teeth to dig into his lower lip.

Kara kept working her way down his length as her hair fell forward across her face. She took her hand off his thigh to drag the blonde curtain away, but he beat her to it, caressing her cheeks as he gathered the unruly curls and piled them on top of her head, his fingertips burrowing down to massage her scalp. She felt him press against the entrance to her throat and took a deep breath through her nose and relaxed the ring of muscles as she applied more, steady pressure. She heard him hiss and his hips jerked with an unintentional thrust to lodge him in the tight confines of her throat. She lifted herself a little higher to get a better angle while she mastered her gag reflex. “Sorry.” Clark apologized and she would have smiled were her lips not stretched around his thick manhood. She squeezed his ass by way of response and buried her nose in his masculine musk scented pubes as she swallowed, rippling her throat around him while. He was trying, but he couldn’t quite keep his hips still and she pulled back a little to accommodate him.

She dragged her lips off him slowly and suckled at his dickhead for a few moments before releasing it. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” She told him with a saucy smile before licking her lips. Only one other woman had given him head before and she hadn’t been able to do what Kara just had. Clark felt a momentary stab of guilt at comparing her and Lana, but he had little time to worry about it as her wonderful and, he realized, skilled mouth engulfed him once again. Her fingers clutched at his ass and he let her guide his hips to sync his thrusts with her bobbing head and swallowing throat. Being in her mouth and throat was almost as good as being in her snatch and he felt the delicious tension quickly building in his balls as he watched his gorgeous blonde cousin give him the best blowjob of his life. He praised her and told her how good what she was doing felt. He forced his eyes to stay open when they threatened to flutter closed as wave after wave of delight accompanied the journey of her lips up and down his shaft. He had to constantly monitor his hands to stop himself from roughly pulling her onto him and ruining her exquisite pace and technique, yet he wasn’t always successful, but she simply took it in her stride.

He begged her to go faster when she slowed and then almost on the same breath pleaded with her to slow down from between gritted teeth as she felt his hard, wash board stomach shudder against her forehead as she held him in her throat and rippled it around him. Kara had always had an affinity for oral sex. She had been told she was a natural at it, by the few older lovers she’d had before the war on Krypton broke out. She could never fathom why some woman found it an onerous or degrading task. It had always made her feel powerful, in control and with Clark there was also a sense of intimacy and a reciprocation for the pleasure he had given her with his mouth in the kitchen only hours ago. She went faster, deliberately tensing the already snug embrace of her throat around him to increase the friction. He gasped and his breath came in huffing pants as she let go of one of his ass cheeks and lightly fondled and massaged his balls. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he swore hoarsely, digging his fingers into her hair.

Clark felt his seed start to churn and roil in nuts, heated to boiling point by the pleasure she was giving him. “Kara… Kara! You have to stop! I’m… I’m going to… Oh fuck… I’m going to cum!” he ground out urgently as he felt himself reach the point of no return, the pressure and tension in his loins reaching the level where release was the only option to maintain his sanity. He tried to pull her mouth off him, but she would have none of it and in his present condition she was stronger than he was. “Kara… Please… I can’t… Can’t hold… Onnnnnnnn!” his plea ending in a wail that transformed into a roar as he threw his head back and announce d his loss of control and animal satisfaction to the clear late afternoon sky. Hands that had been trying to pull her head away reversed and pulled her to him while his hips humped to the rhythm of his cock expanding and contracting against the heated silk caress of her throat as he pumped his seed down it. He didn’t know if she moaned or groan, but her lips and throat vibrated along the sensitized skin of his climaxing manhood and his ass clenched as his spurts garnered more force. Electric bolts of bliss leaped along his nerves and made his muscles shudder and it took every ounce of his will to remain standing

He’d already climaxed twice that day and it still felt like he was never going to stop pouring his essence into her sweet mouth, each pleasurable wave of release just seemed to fuel the next and she just continued to suck, cheeks hollowing, determined to drain him dry. His balls finally emptied even though his hips continued to lurch forward. He blinked and looking down and with a shock realized that he was holding her to him, his hands buried in her hair, keeping her in place. He pulled his hands away as if scalded, and apology on his lips, afraid that he had left her with no choice but to swallow his seed. The apology became a heavy groan as she simply continued to nurse at his shaft as it tingled and twitched, but to his disbelief didn’t seem to show any significant signs of softening as his chest heaved and his blood pounded in his ears. Her face was now once again hidden behind her wealth of golden tresses and he watched her brush them back to reveal her lips slowly sliding up his length.

Kara liked the taste of his spunk and savored it, bring his last heavy spurt into her mouth and swirling it around with her tongue as she sucked at the pointed plumb of his dick head before swallowing it. She would have liked to have tasted some more, but she hadn’t wanted to resist the tense hold he had on her head as she rode out the storm of his climax and had let him pump the considerable bulk of it straight down her gullet. She’d never had any of her lovers come that much or as hard on account of her oral ministrations before. She let his dick pop free of her mouth and then set about licking the combination of his ejaculate and her saliva off his length, hunting for the enjoyable taste of his essence with a slithering tongue and a satisfied smile.

Clark reached down and grasped the curves of her shoulders and pulled her up and back to her feet. He noted she had grass stains on the knees of her jeans as he looked down at her for a moment with wide-eyed awe and wonder. “You’re amazing.” He stated and before she could respond he drew her to him and kissed her passionately. He saw her eyes widen and she tensed for a moment before relaxing and melting against him. He assumed the new flavor mixed with hers on her lips and in her mouth was his, but he didn’t care as he explore them, refreshing his memory in minute detail. Her arms wrapped warmly around his back, his only slightly deflated member trapped between them as he cupped and fondled her ass again and felt the hard peaks of her nipples press into his chest through the thin layers of their t-shirts.

He broke the kiss in stages, his lips returning to hers for shorter and shorter periods. She squirmed against his strong hands as they squeezed her ass and rubbed her thighs together. Her panties were soaked and clung to her folds as she rested her head on his shoulder and relaxed, resting her weight against the support of his solid frame. She felt him twist his neck from side to side and she lifted her head to find him scanning the distance. “What is it?” she asked in concern, turning her gaze to follow his. “Nothing to worry about, Kara.” He informed her confidently and she relaxed again. “Have you ever heard the expression: Roll in the hay?” he queried, his smile taking on a slightly mischievous cast. She frowned, searching her memory and then shook her head. “Good. It will be a surprise. I’d like to show you what it means. Hold on.” He told her as he swept her off her feet before bending his knees to gather himself and then they were flying through the air as he leapt.

TO BE CONTINUED