The dense forest on the outskirts of Metropolis buzzed with the hum of hidden life, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the ground where Ben Brown stood, his newly sculpted physique practically glowing under the weight of his enhanced genes—part science, part Superman. At eighteen, he was a walking paradox: a chiseled god with the awkwardness of a fumbling teenager. Sweat beaded on his brow as he squinted, focusing on the task at hand—or rather, behind the hand.
“Alright, rookie, let’s see if that X-Ray Vision is worth the hype,” came the sharp, teasing voice of his cousin, SuperGirl, who hovered a few feet away with her arms crossed and a smirk that could cut steel. Her blonde hair caught the light, framing a face that was equal parts angelic and devilish. She was fierce, unapologetic, and had zero patience for Ben’s newbie stumbles. “I’m holding up a number of fingers behind my back. Guess it right, or I’m tossing you into the nearest lake.”
Ben groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Kara, can’t we start with something easier? Like, I dunno, spotting a squirrel through a tree?”
“A squirrel?” Kara’s laugh was a whip-crack, her blue eyes glinting with mischief. “Ben, you’ve got Superman’s DNA in you. If you can’t handle my fingers, how are you gonna handle a supervillain? Focus, or I’ll make you stare at something way worse than my hand.”
“Worse?” Ben’s voice cracked, his cheeks already flushing. “What’s worse than—never mind, I don’t wanna know.”
“Smart boy,” she purred, waggling her eyebrows. “Now, concentrate. See through me. Not too much, though. Keep it PG, perv.”
Ben took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he activated his X-Ray Vision. The world shifted, layers peeling away like an onion. He saw the outline of Kara’s hand behind her back, the bones of her fingers forming a clear shape—three. He grinned, ready to call it out, but then his vision slipped. Just a fraction. And suddenly, he wasn’t seeing fingers. He was seeing… everything.
“Oh, crap!” Ben yelped, slapping a hand over his eyes as his face turned tomato-red. “Kara, I—I didn’t mean to—holy hell, I’m so sorry!”
Kara spun around, her smirk widening into a full-blown grin as she caught his mortified expression. “Well, damn, Ben. Didn’t know you were that curious. What’d you see? My cape? My boots? Or did you go straight for the good stuff?”
“I swear it was an accident!” Ben stammered, peeking through his fingers only to see her sauntering closer, hips swaying with predatory confidence. “I was aiming for your hand, and then it just… zoomed in!”
“Zoomed in, huh?” Kara stopped inches from him, tilting her head with a mock pout. “Poor baby. Can’t control his peepers yet. Don’t worry, I’m flattered. But next time, ask for permission before you play voyeur, ‘kay?”
Ben groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Can we just… pretend this never happened?”
“Not a chance,” Kara shot back, poking his chest with a finger. “This is blackmail material for life. Now, let’s try again. And keep your eyes where they belong, or I’m telling Aunt Diana you’re a peeping Tom.”
Before Ben could retort, the air shimmered with the sound of powerful footsteps crunching through the underbrush. Three towering figures emerged from the trees, their presence commanding even in the wild chaos of the forest. Wonder Woman—Diana—led the trio, her raven hair tousled and her lips curled in a satisfied smirk. Flanking her were Nubia and Artemis, both sporting matching grins and a certain… wobble to their steps. Ben’s heart skipped a beat. He knew that look. They’d just come from their morning “bonding session” with him, and apparently, it had been a memorable one.
“Looks like we’re late to the party,” Diana called out, her voice rich and warm, though her eyes sparkled with something decidedly less innocent. “How’s our boy doing, Kara?”
Kara snorted, shooting Ben a sidelong glance. “Oh, he’s doing great. Just caught him sneaking a peek where he shouldn’t. Real smooth operator, this one.”
Diana arched a brow, her gaze sliding to Ben with a mix of amusement and mock reprimand. “Is that so? Benjamin, are we going to have to teach you manners all over again?”
“I—it was an accident!” Ben protested, his voice climbing an octave as Nubia stepped forward, her dark eyes smoldering with heat.
She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear as she pressed a sultry kiss to his cheek. “Accident or not, darling, you’ve got us to keep you in check. How’s the training? Feeling… in control?”
Ben swallowed hard, the memory of their earlier encounter flashing through his mind. “Uh, sorta? I mean, I’m trying. But the powers… they’re kinda unpredictable.”
“Unpredictable is an understatement,” Artemis chimed in, her tone dry as she crossed her arms, her muscular frame practically radiating authority. “Boy, if you can’t handle X-Ray Vision, how are you gonna handle us when we’re not playing nice?”
Before Ben could muster a response, his body betrayed him. A sudden, uncontrollable surge coursed through him—one of the more embarrassing side effects of his enhancements. His face went white, then red, as he doubled over with a strangled gasp. “Oh no. Not now. Not again!”
Kara barked out a laugh, clapping her hands. “Oh, this I gotta see. What’s the problem, Ben? Too much power in those pants?”
“Shut up, Kara!” Ben hissed through gritted teeth, but it was too late. The situation was escalating, and fast.
Donna Troy, who’d been lingering near the edge of the clearing, stepped forward with a roll of her eyes and a smirk that could melt steel. “Alright, kid, I’ve got this. Stand still and don’t make it weird.” Before Ben could protest, she closed the distance, her powerful thighs clamping around him in a grip that was both firm and… distractingly intimate. “There we go. Problem contained. You’re welcome.”
Ben’s jaw dropped, his voice a squeak. “Donna, what the hell—?”
“Relax, hero,” she shot back, her tone dripping with humor as she adjusted her stance. “I’ve wrestled bigger beasts than you. Just breathe and try not to make a mess, yeah?”
The group erupted in laughter, though the moment was short-lived. Another wave hit Ben, and this time, Cassie Sandsmark took charge. She strode over with the confidence of a general, her blonde hair bouncing as she pointed a finger at him. “Alright, Ben, aim for me. Right here.” She tapped her chest with a wicked grin. “Don’t miss, or I’m making you clean it up.”
“Cassie, are you serious right now?” Ben sputtered, but her glare shut him up fast.
“Do I look like I’m joking? Hit the target, soldier.” She stepped closer, and as the inevitable happened, she caught him with a quick, searing kiss that left him dizzy. “Good boy. See? Not so hard.”
Ben was still reeling when the final eruption loomed. Yara Flor, ever the wildcard, sauntered over with a cheeky wink. “My turn, querido. Let’s make this quick.” She handled the situation with a solution so brazen, Ben could only gape as she laughed, dodging his half-hearted swat with ease.
“Seriously, Yara?” he muttered, though a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. “Thanks, I guess.”
“Anytime, cutie,” she replied, blowing him a kiss. “Now, let’s get you home before you blow up the whole forest.”
As the group gathered their things and started the trek back to their condo on the outskirts of Metropolis, the air was thick with banter and laughter. Kara slung an arm around Ben’s shoulders, her grin unrelenting. “So, perv, learned your lesson yet? Or do I need to wear lead underwear next time?”
Ben groaned, but Diana’s voice cut through the teasing with a warm, grounding tone. “Leave him be, Kara. He’s got enough on his plate. But Ben, darling, do try to keep those eyes—and other things—under control. We’ve got a long road ahead.”
Nubia chuckled, her hand brushing against Ben’s as they walked. “Long and… satisfying, if this morning was any indication.”
Artemis smirked, adding, “Don’t get too cocky, kid. We’ve got plans for you yet.”
As the trees thinned and the city skyline came into view, Ben couldn’t help but smile despite the chaos of his new reality. Surrounded by these fierce, unyielding women, he knew one thing for sure: life as a super-powered mess was never going to be boring.
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