Kon Elle (Patreon)

They drove through the night.

Clark could’ve flown them all there in a fraction of the time, of course. But he always liked doing things the normal way, the human way, if it wasn’t too inconvenient. A cross-country road trip struck him as fun, novel. And Elle was such a new fixture in his life that he felt like taking all the time to know her that he possibly could.

Elle sat beside him. A young girl with dark hair that barely covered her ears in its glossy curls. Her well-formed breasts puffed out against her plain white tee. She was a beautiful girl with azure blue eyes—a straight, delicate nose—and ripe, beestrung lips. She had a fragile beauty, for all her youthful exuberance.

Her full name was Kon Elle. She’d been stranded on Clark’s Earth when her own world was destroyed. It seemed to him that she was not another Supergirl—she was quite insistent on being referred to as Super-Grrl—but in some way an echo of Kon. She even looked a little like Superboy. Her fair skin was clear as glass, perfect in color and texture, white as fine china.

With Kara, Clark had been too young and ungrounded himself to care for a teenager. He’d helped her find a good home. And with Kon, Clark had been too freaked out by being cloned to offer the boy the support he’d needed. He’d too easily given in to Kon’s wish for independence and allowed the boy to essentially raise himself.

With Elle, Clark didn’t want to make the same mistake. He’d invited her into his home and decided to move the new family to California, where Elle would have plenty of fresh air and room to breathe. With Lois a foreign correspondent, away from home for months at a time, and himself transitioning into novel-writing as a means of support, the time had come was to focus on this new Kryptonian who needed guidance.

***

Elle had never been to California on her own Earth. But as the sun came up and they drove a coastal road, weaving along the curve of the guardrail that protected them from a towering slope down to pounding waves and ocean-worn rocks, she realized why people flocked to the shore. Why Clark had given up his home to give her a future on the West Coast.

Just being near the thundering surf was intoxicating. She remembered all the songs she’d ever heard about surfing and dune buggies and volleyball on the beach. Her eyes misted with tears of joy that Clark had decided she should grow up here. She’d never been so happy. She couldn’t wait to explore her new home.

Unbuckling her seatbelt, she looked over to Lois.

“Well, that’s a road trip,” Lois said. Her breath carried the faint odor of the flask she’d been tipping from. “Now you know what a road trip is like. Next time, let’s find out what an airplane ride is like. And the next time, and the time after that, and the time after that…”

“You didn’t like the world’s biggest ball of twine?” Clark asked her.

“Lois is right,” Elle said, flexing her thighs in her readiness to pop out of the car and run. “I can’t wait to see our new home. California or bust!”

***

Point Kuomo was an old community, fashionable seemingly by sheer obstinacy, with its classically made homes, streets that wound between rows of palm trees, and gentle breezes from the ocean. Lacking many modern luxuries, it wasn’t the domain of the super-rich that may be expected this close to the shoreline, but a community united by their love of the old but well-formed, the beautifully made, the serene and the peaceful.

It was, Clark thought, just about the perfect place to raise a family. Luxurious enough to suit Lois’s high standards and beatific taste, while homey enough for Clark to enjoy. The neighbors were retirees who’d done alright for themselves, character actors who were content making high sums in well-rated primetime dramas… surgeons, software developers, and the nouveau riche.

Lois, who was a Pulitzer Prize winner after all, fit right in. While Clark seemed to nail the easy-going, well-rested vibe of the place. He already had many people in the township’s groupchat who wanted him for a backyard barbecue, a D&D game, or a movie and microbrew night.

With the car parked at their particular house, Clark got out and walked onto the front lawn the realtor had freshly mown for their welcome. He turned in a slow circle, taking in the neighborhood once more. Now that he owned it, now that he would be spending the night and many to come here, it hit him even more beautifully than it had when he’d bought the place.

“This is your new home, Elle. How do you like it?”

“It’s really something, Mr. K. Course, I’d live in a refrigerator box if it were close to the beach!”

She leaned on the waist-high brick fence, looking over the one-story, split-level house. There was a sun porch which looked out on the slope of the hill and the blue expanse of the Pacific. Despite her cool, Elle felt dizzy and full of joy, like a kid on Christmas morning. She went inside, and though she slouched and strutted around, she still felt the need to tour from one room to the next, her footsteps echoing off the hardwood floors.

The house had been built to last, with thick walls, high ceilings, and many windows. An overhead fan in the living room swished the salty sea air.

“Yeah,” Clark said, crossing his arms proudly in the middle of it all. “This is a dream house, alright.”

“It’s something,” Elle agreed. “Mind if I go down to the beach? You don’t.”

“I don’t,” Clark said in wary concession. For a good kid, Elle could be obedient in the most insolent way.

He watched her carry her travel bag to her bedroom. Then he turned to Lois, looking out the window to best scrutinize the view.

“Hope you don’t like skyscrapers,” he joked.

“I like waves too,” Lois said, not turning around. “You really like this place more than the apartment?”

“An apartment isn’t any place for a teenager.”

“It was a place for us,” Lois told him.

Clark frowned. He knew Lois understood why they’d needed to uproot their lives—why he couldn’t just leave Elle to her own devices as he had with Kara and Kon—but he didn’t think she was as excited about it as he was.

This was a great house, with a great view. Point Kuomo wasn’t a dull suburb; it was bohemian, exciting, different. As much as they’d liked the routine of the city, this was their chance to break away from it and do something new, something dangerous. He thought she’d see the opportunity in the next year of their lives being so different from the year prior.

“How’s this, Mr. K?” Elle asked, emerging from her bedroom in a new bikini.

It was too small, he thought, feeling his eyes bulge and knowing he couldn’t look away. Her breasts stood out against the bikini top that cradled them, with puckish rips and tears in the cup so that he could see the skin beneath, if not anything of her nipples.

Elle pirouetted and Clark groaned. The thong she wore cut from her tailbone to the space between her legs without seeming to touch the lascivious buttocks on either side. He couldn’t believe she would wear such a thing. He knew all the kids wore bikinis like those now. But he also knew that if he’d seen a girl wearing a suit like that when he was her age, he’d want to fuck her right there.

“She looks great, right?” Lois said, elbowing Clark to get his attention back on the situation. “Now grab a towel and don’t stay out too late. We’ve got a lot of unpacking to do and you’re not getting out of all of it.”

“Enjoy yourself,” Clark said meekly, unable to think of anything else to add to Lois’s instructions.

“I will,” Elle said. Then, unexpectedly, she jumped into his arms, getting close enough to kiss his cheek—and for her taut nipples to dig into his chest.

Clark gripped the young woman. Her ass rested on his forearms and he felt the heat of her bare skin through his tropical shirt. His underwear felt a lot tighter than it had been a moment ago.

“Bye, Mr. K,” Elle said after dropping down, and she rushed out the door, her sandals slapping against the cement walkway.

Clark spared a second look at her as she took off, her asscheeks rolling vividly around her thong. She was so much more womanly than he would’ve thought from the tomboyish shirts and pants she always wore. Of course, with her Kryptonian strength, Elle had nothing to worry about from anyone she might meet out there.

Clark assured himself of that as he closed the blinds, cutting himself off from staring after Elle any longer.