The condo on the outskirts of Metropolis was a sanctuary of modern minimalism, all sleek lines and floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the sprawling cityscape beyond. Inside, the cozy living room buzzed with an electric undercurrent, a mix of post-training adrenaline and unspoken tension. Ben Brown, the 18-year-old virgin whose body had been sculpted by a cocktail of science and Superman’s DNA, sprawled on the plush gray couch, his chiseled frame still glistening with sweat from the forest training session. His dark hair was a mess, and his blue eyes darted nervously between the two women who had become his unlikely guardians—and, apparently, something more.
SuperGirl, or Kara as she insisted he call her in private, leaned against the wall, arms crossed under her iconic red cape. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her piercing gaze held a mix of amusement and authority. Power Girl, Karen, sat on the armrest of the couch, her white costume hugging every curve of her statuesque form, her smirk as sharp as a blade. Both women exuded a raw, commanding presence that made Ben feel like a kid caught sneaking cookies—except the cookies were, well, a lot more complicated.
“Thanks for the training, Kara,” Ben started, rubbing the back of his neck, his voice a little too eager to fill the silence. “I think I’m getting the hang of the X-Ray vision thing. Didn’t mean to, uh, peek through your suit back there, though. Total accident.”
Kara’s lips twitched into a sly grin, her blue eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, Ben, don’t play innocent. I saw that little smirk when you ‘accidentally’ scoped me out. What’d you think? Like the view?”
Ben’s face turned crimson, his superhuman strength doing nothing to save him from embarrassment. “I—I wasn’t— I mean, it’s not like I meant to! It just… happens!”
Karen let out a throaty laugh, leaning forward so her cleavage was practically in his line of sight. “Relax, kid. If we minded, we’d have tossed you into orbit by now. Besides, it’s flattering. Right, Kara? Our boy’s got good taste.”
“Damn right,” Kara shot back, pushing off the wall to saunter closer. “But let’s be real, Ben. You’ve got to get a grip on those powers. Can’t have you undressing us with your eyes every time we turn around. Or… maybe we don’t mind. What do you say, Karen? Should we give him a pass?”
Karen’s smirk widened as she slid down onto the couch beside Ben, her thigh brushing against his. “Only if he admits he liked what he saw. Come on, Ben. Spill. Was it the cape or the boots that got you all flustered?”
Ben groaned, covering his face with his hands. “You two are relentless. Can we just—oh no. Oh no, no, no.”
His voice cut off as a familiar, mortifying sensation surged through him—a side effect of the blue serum that had turned him into a superhuman. Spontaneous climax. It was unpredictable, uncontrollable, and right now, it was happening in front of two of the most powerful women he’d ever met.
Karen’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight as she noticed his predicament. “Well, damn, kid. That’s one hell of a party trick. Don’t just sit there panicking—aim for the target. Right here.” She tapped her chest, her tone dripping with command as she arched a brow. “Go on. I’ve taken worse hits than this.”
Ben, flustered beyond belief, stammered, “I—I can’t just— are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” Karen purred, leaning back slightly, her posture an open invitation. “Better me than the couch. That thing’s expensive.”
With a mix of horror and gratitude, Ben obliged, the moment over in a flash of heat and humiliation. He slumped back, muttering apologies under his breath, but before he could fully recover, the urge struck again. His eyes widened in panic.
Kara, catching on instantly, let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, come on, Ben, round two already? Fine, I’ll play. Turn around, aim for the backside. I’ve got plenty of cushion to spare.” She spun on her heel, presenting her toned rear with a teasing wiggle, her cape fluttering dramatically.
Ben’s jaw dropped, but under her unwavering gaze, he couldn’t argue. The moment passed, leaving him breathless and mortified. “I… I need a nap. Or a cold shower. Or to jump off a cliff. I’m going to my room.”
He bolted up, practically tripping over his own feet as he fled down the hallway, the sound of their laughter echoing behind him. But peace wasn’t in the cards. Not with these two.
Barely five minutes after he’d collapsed onto his bed, the door swung open with a dramatic thud. Karen and Kara strode in, their costumes already half-shed, revealing skin that shimmered with otherworldly strength. Karen’s white top was gone, leaving her in just a pair of shorts, while Kara’s suit was unzipped to her waist, her confidence as bare as her shoulders.
“Thought you could hide from us, huh?” Karen said, her voice low and teasing as she climbed onto the bed, straddling Ben with ease. Her weight pinned him down, not that he minded. “Look at you, all shy and squirmy. What’s the matter, Ben? Can’t handle a real woman—or two?”
Ben swallowed hard, his hands instinctively hovering near her hips before he caught himself. “I—I’m not exactly… experienced. And you’re, uh, kind of intimidating.”
Kara slid onto the bed beside them, her hand trailing along Ben’s arm with a featherlight touch that sent shivers down his spine. “Intimidating? Sweetheart, we’re just getting started. Don’t tell me you’re gonna tap out before the fun even begins. What kind of superhero are you?”
“The kind who breaks things by accident,” Ben muttered, his voice cracking as Karen shifted, her curves pressing against him in a way that made his brain short-circuit. “I mean, what if I—uh—lose control? Super-strength and all?”
Karen chuckled, her breath warm against his ear. “Lose control? Honey, I’m counting on it. Just try not to launch me through the ceiling, okay? I’ve got enough drywall repairs on my record.”
“Speak for yourself,” Kara interjected, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Ben’s chest. “I’m more worried about him short-circuiting again. What do you say, Ben? Think you can keep up, or are we gonna have to carry you through this?”
Ben groaned, half-laughing despite himself. “You’re both gonna kill me. I’m pretty sure this is how I go out—not some supervillain, just… death by teasing.”
“Death by teasing sounds like a hell of a way to go,” Karen shot back, her lips curling into a predatory smile as she rocked her hips just enough to make him gasp. “Now shut up and let us take the lead. You’re in good hands—or, well, good everything.”
Kara smirked, leaning in to nip at his jawline. “Listen to her, Ben. We’ve got this. Just don’t crush the bed with that super-strength of yours. I’m not explaining that to the landlord.”
Their banter continued, sharp and playful, as they guided him through the chaos of his inexperience. Every misstep—every accidental burst of strength or untimely side effect—was met with laughter and quick-witted jabs, the two women never once losing their grip on control. They were a force of nature, a whirlwind of dominance and humor that left Ben dizzy and overwhelmed in the best possible way.
By the end, the trio lay tangled in the sheets, breathless and temporarily numb from the intensity. The room was a mess, the bedframe slightly askew from an overzealous moment of Ben’s super-strength, and the air was thick with the afterglow of their misadventure.
“Well, damn,” Karen finally said, her voice husky as she propped herself up on an elbow, her hair a wild mess. “That was… educational. You’re a quick learner, kid. Even if you did almost send me through the wall.”
Kara snorted, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face. “Yeah, Ben, next time, maybe warn us before you go full Hulk. But hey, not bad for a first round. Or… second. Or third?”
Ben buried his face in the pillow, muffling a laugh. “I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”
“Not a chance,” Karen replied, her smirk audible even without looking. “But stick with us, and you’ll get the hang of it. We’ve got plenty more tricks to teach you.”
As their laughter filled the room, Ben couldn’t help but think that life—however chaotic and embarrassing—was about to get a whole lot more interesting. And with these two by his side, he wasn’t sure if that was a promise or a threat.
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