The official story was that my father was driving me to pick up some shit from Walmart in the middle of the night. Pretty normal honestly. Walmart used to be open 24/7 back in the olden days. We did need some shit, so it's not really that unbelievable.
Jonathan Kent and his son noticed the burning crashed vehicle. We didn't have cell phones or cell towers around Smallville. Of course my father could've ignored the dangerous situation, but I saw and heard the little girl crying in the back of the wrecked car. He couldn't ignore a child. So he rushed over to save the little girl and her mother. Though it was kinda obvious that the mother was dead, he still took the woman's body so that she could have a proper burial rather than leaving her there in the burning vehicle.
It wasn't really that big of a deal to be honest. Maybe there would be an article in the local newspaper about my Dad's heroism. But there was a problem. This was Smallville. I was gonna potentially become Superman. So obviously the random mother and child weren't gonna be that random.
"Mister Kent, hi!" The beautiful woman who showed up at our door was a somewhat famous news reporter from Metropolis, but for whatever reason, she ended up in Smallville recently.
"I told you, Miss, although I'm flattered, I don't plan on becoming a celebrity. No interviews." Dad looked like he wanted to slam the door in the girl's face, but he resisted the temptation out of politeness.
"Wait, I know you don't want to become famous, but it's already a bit late for that." The gorgeous brown-haired, blue eyed woman smiled wryly, "You saved Lionell Luthor's daughter. The tabloids are already going crazy about the situation."
"I don't read tabloids." Dad started closing the door but the woman put her foot in the door, "Listen Lady, I don't know how they do things in the Big City, but around here, this is called trespassing and harassment. Please just leave my property and stop bothering my family."
"All you have to do is give me a brief interview! I promise, nothing invasive! As long as I have something from Jonathan Kent himself, I can finish my report and be on my way!" She was pretty short compared to Dad, but from my angle crouching behind my father, I could still peek up her short jean skirt. Her white panties were pretty wet, probably from sweat, but there was a whiff of piss. Probably had to piss on the side of the road and didn't have anything to wipe with…
"I've already told the police what happened. Why the hell do I need to tell you anything?" Dad grumbled and nudged her shoe backwards a bit, so that he could finally slam the door in her face. Then he turned to look at me and rolled his blue eyes, "Are you happy?"
"Meh." Was my response as I stood up. His hand came down on my head and he ruffled my hair, "You're not mad at me?"
"I told you already, Clark. I don't blame you for helping people. I definitely ain't gonna yell at you for saving a little girl." He breathed out a long sigh and shook his head, "You can't go running around like that anymore though. You were lucky this time. Nobody saw anything. The only witness was too traumatized to remember what really happened."
"I'm kinda traumatized too, Dad." I smiled wryly and was suddenly picked up from behind.
"I'm so sorry you had to experience something like that, Clark." Mom hugged me tightly and Dad was also really solemn.
"Alright, don't talk too loud or that reporter might hear something." Dad whispered and led my mother away from the door. I looked towards the window and saw that pretty woman holding a notepad while watching us. Seriously, Lois Lane was kind of a lunatic.
When we were in the kitchen, my Mom sat down with me on her lap and my father sat across from us. I leaned my head back against her soft chest and my Dad didn't really seem to give a fuck. Why would he care? I'm the weird one here.
"When you brought that woman and child over… Clark, I was terrified." Dad breathed out a long sigh and put his hands on his face, then looked up at me with a smile, "I though… Well, with your powers, I didn't know what to think. I'm just glad you were saving people and not… But you know Clark, you have to be careful. Even Firefighters and Police can kill people accidentally. I never want you to accidentally hurt someone like that."
"Dad…" If I accidentally killed someone, I wouldn't bring the fucking body back. I'd bury it in the woods or some shit. Maybe find a nice swamp with some hungry gators? "Don't worry, I'll be more careful in the future. But I can't stop exercising just because it's dangerous. What if my uh, special physique means that I need that much more exercise to stay healthy and alive? I don't wanna die trying to hide my powers."
"I know, Clark, I know." Dad smiled wryly and Mom hugged me tighter, "That's why I let you help me around the farm. But the farm is our property. It's safe-"
"Or at least it was safe." Mom cut in, "Now we have to worry about paparazzi and reporters snooping around."
"Lois Lane is a reporter. She'll leave as soon as something else happens and this little accident becomes old news." Dad had a point, but unfortunately, he didn't understand just how insane that girl could become…
***
Maybe I underestimated how insane I could become too?
Pssss~!
The bitch was crouching in our cornfield with her panties around her knees and pissing onto the dirt. I was also crouching, hiding a decent distance behind her back, but with my eyesight I could still see her puckering anus and the way the urine got everywhere. All over her pubes, her pussy lips, even on her asshole and thigh. Seriously, it's no wonder she smelled like piss!
She had a really nice ass though. Just like martha. Sexy as fuck. And I was still only four years old. No matter how deranged she might be as a reporter though, Lois was still a good person. She wasn't a pedophile or a child rapist. There was no chance of us having a relationship in the near future.
That definitely didn't stop me from being a perverted voyeur and beating off to her exposed ass though, right?
"Ew." Then I immediately lost my boner because she started shitting. I couldn't help having a flashback to Elizabeth Walsh. The corpse I carried for thirty-seven miles. She had a really sexy ass too. I remember the way it felt… But then it was ruined by the fact that she was dead and eventually shitting herself because corpses can't control their bowels.
"Fuck." I put my dick away and walked up beside the girl.
"Aah!" Lois screamed and almost fell backwards onto her own shit, but I grabbed her arm and held her steady.
"Here." I handed her a roll of toilet paper and complained, "I know that fertilizer is shit, but it doesn't mean you can just shit in people's fields so casually. Who do you think has to clean up this mess once you're done?"
"Ummm, thanks and sorry about that…" She blushed a bit, "When you gotta go you gotta go… I would've asked to use your bathroom, but I was afraid your Dad would shoot me."
"Dad isn't that unreasonable. And neither is my Mom." I kept holding her left arm as she wiped her ass with the right, "I'll convince them to let you come inside and take a shower. You're filthy."
"You're such a cute kid. You're Clark, right?" She ignored what I said and asked, "Do you think you could help me convince your Dad to have an interview?"
"I think I wanna leave because you smell like shit and piss." I stood up and left her to her own devices, disappearing into the cornfield like a ninja.
No matter how horny or fucked up I was, shit was a big turn-off for most normal people. And I was pretty normal in that regard. Piss wasn't as big of a deal. I wasn't into it, but it also didn't freak me out. I have no idea how things would change once I had more extreme super senses though. Maybe just looking at someone's face would make me wanna puke at that point?
No, I just need to control myself. I'm pretty good at controlling myself. I didn't try to fuck Lois. I mean, she was pissing and shitting, so it was gross, but still… I'm controlling myself. From now on, I'll remember seeing her shit and won't get so horny around her anymore.
I need to get my lust under control. Preteen boys fucking adult women is wrong. Uh, I guess it'd be even worse if I was trying to have sex with girls my own age though. So I'm kinda stuck in a really annoying situation…
Maybe I should take a trip to Gotham sometime? I wonder how old Harley Quinn and Ivy are about now? Fucking little boys seems like something they'd be into… Or maybe not. They're considered good guys as far as DC Villains go, so I don't think they'd be into kids.
"What are the odds that I would just happen to save Lena Luthor anyway?" I don't believe in coincidence, especially not in my second life, "Too many possibilities… No point getting all anxious about it."
There really were way too many time travelers, universes, even entire multiverses full of annoying possibilities to guess who or what might be fucking with me. It could also just be a coincidence. Lena's mother does canonically die a lot and in multiple ways. Lena is usually more connected with Kara though.
If I didn't save her, would she have stayed in the car and died? I'm not so sure. Lena isn't a normal person. She's a Luthor. She's also a super-genius on the level of her half-brother. She casually figured out shit like FTL, Full Immersion VR, Energy Shields, Power Armor, Artificial Kryptonite, I think she even came up with shit like Red Sun Grenades and Yellow Sun Grenades? She made a suit that could give Kara the ability to use her powers in Red Sun environments or in places filled with Kryptonite.
She's also a business genius, super rich, with as much inheritance as she has family drama. Kinda like Tony Stark in some ways? Not necessarily evil, but often doing stupid shit because of what I assume was autism.
I think she might be bisexual or pansexual, but just like everything else I just listed off… It's all up in the air. The Council of Wells has all kinds of different Harrison Wells from various worlds. All of them are pretty drastically different and some of them aren't even geniuses.
***
Tsshhhh~!
The sound of water running was going on for almost an hour now. Did the bitch think we were in the city? Our water wasn't endless. Sooner or later the hot water would run out and even the cold water had to be pumped up from a well.
"You still alive in there?" I knocked on the door.
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute!" She responded for the tenth time. I was starting to think this was some kinda weird horror style plotline. Unfortunately, I couldn't see through the walls yet. It didn't sound like she was masturbating though. So I have no idea why she'd take so long.
"Clark." Mom called me over into the living room quietly. She reached down and pulled me onto her lap on the couch, "Girls tend to take a lot of time in the shower. Don't bother her, okay?"
"Doing what though?" I honestly didn't understand, "Are you sure she's not planting listening devices or secret cameras?"
"Pft-hahahaha~!" Dad started laughing his ass off with a beer in his left hand, watching the football game on the larger television in the living room. There was some football memorabilia around the room and some old trophies that he earned when he was a teenager. I mean, it was pretty normal to be honest. Maybe if I was really a kid who grew up in this environment, I would also wanna become a football star and make him proud?
"Sweetie, I don't think it's anything that sinister or complicated." Martha didn't explain, just started playing with my short black hair, her left hand was casually holding my thigh. I was just a little kid. She didn't think anything of it, but I was getting horny again. I'm starting to worry that once I get older, my dick will literally rip through my boxers and shorts. I'm not even talking about that much older either. I haven't even started ejaculating 'real cum' yet. Who the fuck knows what that's gonna be like?
I feel like the stories and shows never talked about this aspect of Kryptonian childhood or development. Even Smallville only touched on it briefly and carefully. Maybe if I go create the Fortress of Solitude, I can get some kinda Kryptonian sex toys made? No wait, Kryptonians had almost no sex drive and didn't reproduce sexually anymore…
But Kara and Clark were definitely horny teenagers, and even horny adults to a certain extent. So it's not like we don't have sex drives or I'm particularly special. Like I said, they never documented how many times Superman jerked off as a toddler or young child. That'd be ridiculous.
For example, how the fuck does Superman enjoy sex with humans? How does he avoid popping a girl like a meat balloon when he ejaculates? At a certain level of power, his cumshots could probably destroy the planet if he wasn't careful. So he has to be using his biological forcefield to control everything. Maybe he gets off from touch telepathy, rather than actual sensations from his own body? I think that's one of Superman's abilities, right? Either that or he can just cum whenever he wants to with his extreme control… Or he just cheats and uses red sunlight to be horny.
Click~!
The bathroom door opened and Lois came outside with a thick white robe on her body, and a white towel wrapped around her hair. She had reddened cheeks. Martha's hand rested on my crotch. No, was she hiding my boner from the girl?
"The guest room's down the hall to the left." Dad spoke before Lois said anything.
"Uh, thanks, sorry for bothering you so much lately. I really appreciate this." She smiled at us and quickly walked down the hall.
I watched as her ass wagged back and forth in the robe, but then my mother turned my head forward. Whispering in my ear, "Clark, it's rude to stare at a girl like that."
"Umm, sorry." I looked over at my father but he suddenly stood up and started shouting angrily because the football people weren't footballing the way he wanted… Yeah, I don't get it. I wasn't interested in that either.
"Honey, you're gonna be going to Kindergarten soon. You'll be around a lot of other kids and some of them might be girls." She patted my crotch and giggled, "You'll have to keep this naughty thing under control. You're not like other boys. I'm afraid you might accidentally hurt someone or even… You know."
"Yeah, I know." I leaned back against her chest and got more comfortable, my dick pulsated against my shorts, boxers and her hand. But she didn't do anything particularly inappropriate. At most she just used her hand to cover my dick and prevented my father or Lois from seeing anything. The girl came out and started drinking beer on the couch, watching the game next to my father. My mother also started yelling randomly sometimes.
Fucking sports people. And they call us incestuous horny bastards weird!