Dean's Big Night At The Kents (Part 1: Welcoming Guests)

Written in collaboration with Cross C

Clark was stressed.

Today was the day. A dinner party with Dean Wayne to finally ask him face to face, with all the strength and courage in his Kryptonian heart, to fuck his wife.

Just the idea of it was enough to make him hard, and he’d had to stroke himself to completion three times today just to get some sort of mental stability to return to his mind. The meal was being cooked (fresh salmon from the depths of the ocean, crunchy Chinese potatoes picked that morning, a vegetable with no name from a distant planet, and all with a fancy Paris wine to go with it), the ambience was soothing (mood lighting, soft jazz from a record player, and candles everywhere), even the bedroom was perfectly prepared (rose petals on the covers and a dog bed in the corner for Clark to wank from). It was all ready.

All Clark had to do was wait.

Lois was finishing the last of the cooking, dark purple lingerie underneath her elegant yet slutty white dress, while Clark was wearing one of his last good blazer/shirt combos that hadn’t been left behind in a telephone booth. The incessant throbbing in his pants served as a reminder of just how aroused he'd become during their dinner prep. Lois had been so deliberately sensual, bending over at every opportunity to reveal those flimsiest of undergarments. Her cougar-like libido was in full swing, and Clark had found it difficult to maintain a steady hand as he chopped vegetables and expertly filleted fish.

Even now, he felt more nervous than any battle with Lex. Would Dean say yes? If he didn’t, who could they ask next? Would getting anyone to fuck Lois in front of him feel as good as watching the biggest dick in the world rocking her world? It felt wrong, but a thorough X-Ray vision search for the second-biggest dick would be in order…

DING DONG

His heart jumped. This was it. He looked over at a smiling Lois, nodding encouragingly towards the door.

Superman’s hands had to stop feeling so clammy, this had to be perfect. The stud of his dreams was just past this door, the man that would deliver him the greatest sexual experience of his life. Better than even meeting Lois. Steeling his steel nerves, Clark went to the door with a casual smile on his face, opening-

“MY BOYFRIEND BROKE UP WITH ME!”

The door flew open with the **** of a small hurricane, revealing a whirlwind of blonde hair and enough drama to rival a Shakespearean play. A woman, clad in a grey t-shirt stretched precariously across her impossibly voluptuous figure, barrelled past a stunned Clark. This wasn't the absurdly well hung therapist he'd envisioned – this was Kara Zor-L, his Kryptonian cousin.

With a flamboyant display of emotional devastation, Karen practically flung herself onto the couch, her face buried in the leather like a child denied a trip to McDonald's. Her messy grey t-shirt, strained heroically to contain her overflowing assets. Even in this crumpled position, the immensity of her breasts was undeniable. They spilled past the sides of her torso, two enormous globes that defied the laws of physics and fabric limitations.

Clark stared, momentarily stunned by the alternate reality version of his Kryptonian cousin. Though sometimes, she felt more like a rumbustious younger sister. Her normally sunny disposition was overshadowed by a thundercloud of pouty despair. The years spent in a virtual reality simulation in her pod as she took the long way from Krypton had stunted her emotional maturity somewhat, making her reactions endearingly childlike at times. It was Lois and Clark who had patiently helped her navigate the complexities of real life on Earth.

Despite the melodramatic entrance, a hint of Karen's true nature peeked through. Even amidst her heartbreak, she couldn't completely suppress the aura of sunshine that seemed to perpetually follow her. For all intents and purposes, Karen was the eternal optimist. She stood at a statuesque 6'2", her physique mirroring Clark's own god-like form, but exaggeratedly feminine. Wide, powerful shoulders tapered down to a slender waist that defied the logic of her gargantuan breasts and equally impressive posterior. Her backside, even when slumped, resembled two basketballs cut in half and placed side-by-side, threatening to burst from the confines of her jeans at any moment.

As Karen finally lifted her head, a sniffle escaping her lips as her blue eyes, the same shade as Clark's under the disguise of his glasses, held a glimmer of hope, searching for comfort in her cousin's familiar face. Despite the current turmoil, Kara's inherent sweetness and positive energy remained, a beacon of light that usually managed to lift the spirits of everyone around her.

Even villains, upon encountering her superhero persona, Power Girl, seemed momentarily disarmed by her infectious smile. Although, whispers amongst them suggested it might have more to do with the aforementioned, incredibly distracting, assets displayed prominently through the wide chest window of her costume.

It had been a source of concern for Clark and Lois initially, especially regarding his protective nature towards her, but the formidable woman had proven time and time again that she could more than handle herself. Her inherent goodness and purity made her nearly impervious to corruption, her golden heart protected by a Kryptonian body honed to near perfection by years of rigorous training.

Now, she needed protecting. But not from villains. She needed protecting from her heartache, and Clark wanted to be there for her, but not at the cost of tonight with Dean Wayne.

A pang of sympathy, genuine and immediate, lanced through Clark. Kara, his sunshine-haired cousin, deserved better than a jerk who couldn't appreciate her. He longed to gather her in a comforting hug, to listen to her woes and offer some advice. But the carefully constructed plans for the evening, meticulously orchestrated around Dean's arrival, could now potentially lay in ruins, and a cold tendril of dread snaked through him.

The truth was, the last thing he needed right now was a heartbroken Kryptonian on his hands. The focus of the evening had to be on Lois and Dean coupling, with Clark as a silent, voyeuristic observer. The thought of witnessing that made the tip of his penis weep in anticipation, the thought of anything getting in the way of that made his testicles ache with tension. The thought of Kara throwing a wrench into his plans, however unintentionally, filled him with a surge of annoyance that surprised even him.

“K-Karen?!” exclaimed Clark after he realised what had happened, “Y-you can’t be here!”

“But Cla~ark!” She whined, barely lifting her head to eat another scoop of rum raisin, “I’m sad! I need family right now, and Kara is off-world!”

He wanted to be there for his cousin, he always did, except tonight. “I’m so sorry, but tonight is really, REALLY, not good for us.” Grabbing her shoulders gently, he began gently guiding her to sit up, then hopefully back towards the front door, “Please, I promise I’ll be calling you first thing in the morning and we can talk all about th-”

“Woah! You’re doing date night?!” She exclaimed, finally noticing the massive spread and mood enhancers, “How cruel, I’m an unlovable spinster with no one to care for me while you and Lois… wait, why are there three plates?”

That was the last thing he wanted her to notice, “Hmph, if you must know, we’re entertaining a guest.”

“A guest? Who? And why do they get the deluxe royale romance treatment?”

He frowned, still trying to guide her towards the door but needing to be a bit more forceful with his kryptonian cousin. “If you must know, our therapist-”

“Therapist?! Superman is going to therapy?!”

“It’s a… couples-”

“Woah! I had no idea!” Power Girl rudely sat back down on the couch, looking over her shoulder to quietly whisper, “You and Lois having troubles?” It helped she knew he had super hearing so could be literally quieter than a feather with her voice and still be heard.

“Karen, this is really none of your business.”

She pouted childishly, “But hearing about your problems is making mine feel better…” After taking another scoop of ice cream, Clark found himself wanting her to leave for multiple reasons. “Hey, maybe I could eat with you! I’m sure your therapist friend wouldn’t mind eating with a real superheroine!”

“We haven’t told him about that side of us, obviously.”

“I can still clean up nice! Really let my girls pop, see?” She demonstrated by pulling the t-shirt low enough to show off the ample AMPLE cleavage underneath. Unfortunately, as she’d already shown, also not putting enough effort into restraint and ripping her shirt clean off. “Oops.”

Clark sighed, only appreciating the pure white overfilled bra underneath before hearing words that made his super blood turn cold.

“Am I here at a bad time?”

“D-Doctor Wayne!” He exclaimed, frantically scrambling back to the door to greet the man he hoped so dearly to impress, “No! I-! Uhm, pleasure to-!” His hand was extended to shake Dean’s, but it also had a bit of ice cream on it that had come loose during the great de-shirtening. The doctor lowered an eyebrow at the brown mess on Clark’s hand, and once he realised it Clark was practically yelling apologies at the man.

“It’s okay, Clark.” a casual doctor smiled, “Tell me, who is this, uh, topless lady in your apartment?”

Even in her heartbroken state Karen wasn’t one to act shy in front of an attractive man, giving a goofy yet charming smile and standing up to give a bit of a wave, as his eyes followed the absolutely absurd proportions of her bust that were practically fully revealed, the top halves of her saucer-like pink areolas visible to all.

Karen smiled, seemingly caring little about her state of dress, “My name is Karen-”

With a frustrated stare as this alternate reality cousin, Clark rubbed his hand clean of cream and rushed to say, “She was just leaving.”

“Oh? What a shame.” Dean elegantly waltzed into the family Kent, taking the woman’s hand in his own and lightly kissing her long fingers, “Such a delicate woman going out on the streets in such a dress would not do at all. You would cast this beautiful Karen to the dangers of the world, Clark?”

He couldn’t exactly tell him that she was an unbreakable alien, “N-no… I-uh, well…”

“Miss Lane!” Dean called through the doorway from the living room, ignoring the dining room to gaze directly at Superman’s wife in the kitchen, “My word, you are dressed so beautifully tonight! What a stunning dress!”

“Well, thank you Dr. Wayne~” She beamed proudly, coming out of the kitchen to come greet him properly, the pair meeting in the dining room.

This was good. This was what Clark needed to get the evening back on track. He may have failed with the initial greeting, but Lois was the prettiest woman in the world. Convincing Dean to fuck her wouldn’t be nearly as difficult with a body and mind like hers on his side. This evening could still be perfect… if Karen wasn’t here.

His cousin whistled, “Wow, you didn’t mention your therapist was a total stud.”

“I know right…” Clark whispered under his breath. It would have given Karen a moment of pause had they had the moment to think before Dean spoke again. Midway through his deep hug with Lois, he turned to point at Karen.

“Lois, I insist this woman be my date for the evening! I hope you do not mind adding another plate to the beautiful meal you are preparing?”

“Uhh, no! I don’t mind!” She replied, getting swept up in his grand gestures before really thinking it through, or looking at the deep frown her husband wore, “I think we have enough to feed all of us. And, uh, Karen? If you want to put on a nicer top I can show you where I keep them…”

“Thanks Lois!” Karen beamed, following the reporter to her room while mostly keeping eye contact up with her new date, “Thank you, I really needed this after my boyfriend broke up with me. Any preferences in what I wear?”

Without missing a beat, big dick Dean smirked right back at her, “Something slutty to ‘really let your girls pop’.”

Power Girl couldn’t help but giggle like a school girl as she disappeared into the bedroom. She hoped that Lois had something that could fit her bigger chest, but was prepared to go fly to the nearest fancy store and purchase a really sexy dress if not. The way Dean made her heart flutter wasn’t something she was going to ignore.

But it was something that Clark wished that wasn’t there.

A date? If Dean was really stricken with Karen then would he even want to fuck Lois still? This was the worst possible thing to happen to him in his entire life since Krypton exploded. Karen was going to mess up his relationship with Lois because she insisted on being the most important woman in the room. Frustration boiled through his veins, but it was quickly qualmed when Dean began speaking to him casually about his home.

Something had to be done. Dean had to fuck his wife no matter what.