Mark stared at Veronica’s figure. “Yeah, well how can I resist? You are so hot, babe, as you may know,” (Veronica rolled her eyes) “but I had no idea you were super!”
Veronica put her hands on her hips, “power-stance” style. “I don't know WHO or WHAT you are, but I hate people who spy on me. It gives me the creeps, ok? I don't care if you can fly to the Moon or across the galaxy, but if you ever even look at me or my family again you’ll be sorry!” she said threateningly.
“Oooh, you’re so scary,” he said sarcastically, “with your threats, your icy glare, your absolutely perfect body, and the way you casually float above the planet. But, hey, I have powers too.” He zipped around her, flying at five times the speed Superman could. Strangely, her eyes seemed to follow him, but, no matter.
Veronica yawned. “Yeah, yeah. So you're good at going in circles. Just keep those little circles away from me and from Mom, Daddy, Karla, Koren, and Karena!” She aimed her heat vision at the moon and made a new crater in the Sea of Tranquility.
“Oh wow,” Mark replied. He used his heat vision to carve Veronica’s name under the crater and then a large phallic object pointing at it. “And who are Karla, Karena and Karena?” he asked, turning back to Veronica.
“My sisters. They’re sixteen, they’re innocent, they’re sweet and they're going to stay that way. I’m VERY protective of them.” She clenched her small fists and sent another blast of heat vision to the moon to blow up the phallus. “Believe me, you DON’T want to get on the wrong side of me as far as THEY’RE concerned. Stay away from them, far away.” With that warning she flew off to check out Saturn, which she had heard was supposed to so pretty, with a ring or something. She just loved jewellery, especially rings.
Mark gave up on Veronica. Hooking up with a super-powered girl would have been amazing, but she was too bitchy. He hadn't wanted to make a super-enemy, but why worry about one with 10% of his power, and just a girl’s strength to begin with. “Let’s see ... Karla, Koren, and Karena Martinadale, 38-E Hourglass Way, Lubbock, Texas,” Mark declared after he had found them in school records. He looked down at Lubbock, then Hourglass Drive, Unit 38-E.
The girls were home, two of them lying next to each other on a King-sized bed, one on her back and the other face down, while the third stood at the mirror brushing her hair. Each wore only tees and panties. They were giggling and chatting, as girls do. Mark stared at them in amazement. Veronica was beautiful, in a hands off show model way, but these girls were sweet perfection, identical perfection, multiplied by three. Their long blond hair, cut, brushed and styled in exactly the same way, sparkled. Their eyes were large and bright, the color a rich green. They weren't quite as tall as Veronica, just 5’7”, but even curvier. Each time the girl brushed her hair she set off a cacophony of movements beneath her tee. The triplet facing upwards on the bed reached out with both arms and yawned, then stretched her arms over her head, tightening the fit of her tee and forcing her breasts higher. Mark’s jaw dropped at the size and firmness of her breasts. The third was lying on her stomach and showed her restlessness by kicking her legs alternately, each kick showing the well-toned shapeliness of her legs and her butt. Mark turned up the intensity of his x-ray vision and his super-hearing.
“That’s weird,” Koren said, halting her brushing in mid-stroke. “I just felt something!”
“Me too!” Karla said, lifting her head from the pillow. “I'm not tired anymore! Let’s turn on the TV. Find something with cute boys dancing!”
Koren nodded. “Sure!” She turned on a music video and started swaying her hips to the music. Karla bounced up and danced in front of her, a mirror image in a matching pink tee and panty.
Karena was still looking upwards. “Yeah, I feel good too, but I have this feeling somebody’s watching me.”
“Someone’s ALWAYS watching us, K! You know boys can’t help it,” Karla laughed. “Come on, dance!” she insisted, bouncing around more wildly.
“No, no, no. I MEAN it. Literally!” Karena insisted.
Koren was dancing wildly too. “Yeah, you mean that guy way up there?” she said, pointing at Mark.
Mark froze. She can see him? SHE has superpowers too?!
“Uh huh. Him. He must be super, although he doesn't look special at all,” Karena said.
“Absolutely,” Koren agreed, giggling.
“Now you made him mad,” Karena teased. “He looks so funny, like he doesn't know what’s going on. I mean, if he’s super, he should know, right?”
“Who are you guys talking about?” Karla said, stopping in mid-hip-sway, suddenly paying attention. She put her hand on the sharp curve above her ass and looked upwards. “Get out of here! I can see right through the ceiling! I can see him through the clouds and everything, like he’s right in the room, even though he’s, like, hundreds of miles away. Right?”
Karena and Koren looked at each other, then at Karla.
“Um ... yeah,” Karena said. “That’s kinda strange, I guess.”
“I wasn't thinking I guess. It’s so easy,” Koren agreed.
“But it is weird, right?” Karla said. She floated a few inches off the floor.
“Hey! No being taller!” Karena said. She floated upward too, an inch higher than Karla. Koren did the same. Then, Karla floated up an extra inch too so that they were all equal. They squealed delightedly and came together in a group hug.
“Oooh! This is fun!” Koren exclaimed, turning upside down and walking on the ceiling. Her tee shirt fell over her head, momentarily uncovering her huge breasts before she used her super-breath to keep her top in place.
“I LOVE flying!” Karena said, zooming from one end of the room to the other.
“Veronica’s gonna be soooo jealous!” Karla said, lying on her back in mid-air, laughing. She stopped suddenly. “But I STILL don't like that guy up there watching us!”
“It’s creepy, REALLY creepy!” Karena agreed.
“A voya. UGH!” Koren exclaimed, wrinkling her nose.
“You mean, voyeur,” Karla said.
“Whatever. Let’s tell him to stop. Hey you! Stop looking at us! Grrr, he’s still doing it. Maybe we should fly up there and tell him in person.”
“But he has super-powers, Koren! And he’s a man. Who knows what he’ll do to us if we’re alone with him all the way up there?” Karena argued.
Karla shook her head. “If he’s bad, and super, or even just a really yucky guy, then we’re not safe even down here.”
“There’s three of us. If we’re together, then, you know, we outnumber him,” Koren reasoned.
“At least we’d be together,” Karena said.
“Awwww,” the other two said, and they joined in another group hug.
“Let’s wear our bright red tube tops and dark blue shorts!” Koren proposed. “We’ll look really super!”
“That top shows a lot of cleavage,” Karla said. “But then ... everything does!” she said happily, pulling her tee tight around her breasts.
At super-speed the girls changed into their matching outfits. Karla opened the window and they flew up towards Mark, who was watching in confusion. Were superpowers more common than he imagined? Did more people use the ring than he realized? Or were there many rings?
There was no time to answer; the triplets were already floating in a line in front of him, and far sexier from four feet away. With their hands on their hips, their amazing chests thrust out and their blond hair shining in the unfiltered sunlight, they looked far more super than he ever would, even with ten times their power.
“We don't like you spying on us,” Karla declared. “It’s gross and really mean.”
“Yeah, you should stop now!” Karena added.
“I mean, I know we’re really really hot, but guys aren't supposed to peek into a girl’s private places unless she says ok, you know? It’s rude and not very nice,” Koren concluded.
Mark smiled cockily. What bimbos! “Funny hearing you complain, considering how you dress.”
“What’s wrong with how we dress?!” Karena asked.
He looked through Karena’s clothes and then the others and shook his head admiringly. “You are the sexiest, empty-headed --
The girls shivered.
“I just felt --
“Me too!”
“Better than before!”
“Stronger! More super! I think.”
“When he ogled us!”
“No! When he looked through our clothes!”
“Yeah! That’s right!”
Mark smiled cockily. Even three against one, his power was far greater. The thought made him hard.
“Ewwww!” Koren said, pointing at his stiffening member.
“Huh?” Karena said, staring.
“Grrr!” growled Karla. “Bad boy!” She slapped Mark. He flew away at 10,000 mph, tumbling out of control. The girls looked at each other and flew alongside until he recovered.
“Why, you!” he snarled and reached out to hit Karena (thinking she was Karla).
Karena stopped his hand easily. “Hey, he’s not that super!”
“We’re stronger!” Koren said.
“Much stronger! Ha!” Karla said. “Let’s ...
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