Neither of them can stop thinking about what happened

That night Kara couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d turned her mighty cousin’s lights out. And he had landed one slight blow the whole time. She wondered if he had really been trying…

Without her thinking about it, Kara’s hand moved down to her panties. She found the soft warmth of her sex and began to rub and stroke herself as she pictured the day’s events. Clark sitting there with a stupid look on his face as the blood trickled out his nose. Superman **** on the mat where her fists had put him, drool coming out of his mouth. She clenched her free hand and looked at it in wonder. Her soft, almost hairless arm with its toned shape and, when she flexed it, a tight little bicep.

She thought about lifting the **** superhero as easily as if he were nothing. Then she though about how she had held him briefly to stop him flying away. She wondered if he could have outmuscled her if she hadn’t let go. Then she thought about holding that superbly muscled body helpless in her arms, perhaps after smashing him to defeat with her fists.

Kara had masturbated, slightly guiltily, while thinking about her cousin before. But in her fantasies he had always been the strong one, the dominant male. Now she came crashing to an incredible orgasm as she though about forcibly kissing him as the victor in the fight. And taking hold of his cock and using it exactly as she wanted as he mewed his helpless protests.

When the waves of delight finally subsided, Kara got up from her bed, and went to have a shower. She was slightly - though only slightly – disgusted with herself.

After a confused evening, Clark decided to go to bed. His Kryptonian physiology soon let him recover from the beating his teenage cousin has inflicted on him. However, his mind didn’t get over it quite as easily. Uncomfortable memories of a humiliating defeat at the hands of Barbara Gordon in a red room filled his mind.

He knew perfectly well that he was trying his hardest – at least after Kara made his nose bleed. And the fact that she carried him outside having put him into dream land confused the hell out of him. How strong was Kara? Surely she couldn’t be stronger than him? Even the punches she landed on his arms had hurt like hell. Finally he drifted off to sleep.

In fitful dreams he saw Supergirl as his clear physical superior. She knocked him out with a single punch, outwrestled him, womanhandled him as she pleased. He was powerless to stop her pinning him to the mat and taking total control.

It had got to the early morning when his **** mind pictured the cute little blonde defeating him completely and sitting on his face like a throne. In his dream he desperately tried to push her off and free himself, but she was too strong and he soon passed out.

Clark woke to sticky sheets and a still throbbing erection – the kind of thing he hadn’t experienced since he had been a teenager at the Kent farm.

His mind was pretty confused, but he put it down to having a scrambled brain. He convinced himself that the experience was a fluke and set off for the second day of training.