Marry The Steel preview

“Land’s sake, child!” Pa Kent breathed as Kara came down for breakfast. “You can’t go to school dressed like that!”

Kara looked down at herself as if surprised. She wore a tube top, a skintight pair of denim cut-offs, and some flip-flops. It was much what she’d seen Lana wearing, on very warm days.

But as much as she pretended innocence, Kara knew her body was much too voluptuous for such skimpy clothes. Her firm breasts jiggled obscenely beneath the stretch fabric, as Kara saw no need to wear a bra, with her gumdrop nipples protruding clearly to make her lack of underwear even more obvious. Her daisy dukes were just as provocative, cut extremely high by her heatvision so that the delectable ass topping her long, shapely legs was exposed under a hem of frayed white denim.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Kent?” Kara asked, barely suppressing a giggle. “All the girls dress like this.”

Pa’s mouth sagged as he ran his eyes up and down her teenaged body, before clearly chiding himself for it and looking away. “Not all the girls look like that. My God, woman… Martha, Martha, tell her how she looks…”

Martha had just come into the kitchen, and seeing Kara, she did a slight double-take. “Well!” she said, a hand raised to her chest. “It certainly is… bold. But I suppose I must’ve looked the exact same way to my mom when I was her age.”

“But Martha--!”

“And plenty of Clark’s friends dress worse, err, I mean… more… well, exposurative. There was that woman on the Teen Titans who barely wore anything at all, and that was not long after Clark started out. Now they have those new-fangled Titans, and I’m sure they’d look like nude models to old fuddy-duds like us.”

“Martha, can’t you use what I’m talking about? If she goes outside like that, she’ll have boys piled on top of her like she just got sacked at the forty-yard line!”

Martha planted her hands on her waist. “Then that’ll be her choice. I certainly didn’t recall you complaining when Clark was her age and he went around in just some shorts and sneakers!”

“He was going to the swimming hole, Ma, not—“

“And taking a shortcut through Lana Lang’s backyard each time! And for heaven’s sake, Jonathan, it’s Kara! You really think anyone is going to make her do something she doesn’t want to do?”

Pa stuck his spoon back into his bowl of oatmeal. “It doesn’t sit right with me none.”