“We can’t do this,” she moaned.

“Why not?” he asked. “You have a problem, and I can solve it.”

“It’s wrong, that’s why,” she argued. “We’re cousins. It would be incest.”

“Okay, so we’re cousins, but we’re not first cousins. You can marry your cousin if she’s not a first cousin.”

“I don’t want to marry you,” she groaned.

“Why not? I know you love me.”

“Okay. Yes. I love you. But it’s not that kind of love.”

“I’m surprised. We’ve been kissing cousins for years. But, okay. I get it. So we won’t do it.”

“But we have to do it,” she wailed.

“First you say we can’t, and then you say we have to. Make up your mind!”

“You know why we have to do it. I tried to lose my cherry —more than once, even— but it always went horribly wrong.”

“I could have told you it would. Who was it with?”

“None of your business,” she snapped.

“Doesn’t matter. Whoever they were, they were wrong for you.”

“Just pop my cherry so I can find me a man to love. Okay?”

“I still think we should be a couple. We’d make really good babies.”

“We couldn’t hide it and, legal or not, people wouldn’t accept cousins being married and having babies.”

“So you don’t want to have my baby?” He sounded glum.

“Don’t be like that. I do love you, and you’re right. Our baby would be amazing. But we can’t do that. People would know and get upset.”

“What if I get you pregnant when I pop your cherry?” he asked.

“You can pull out when you cum,” she said.

“I always have to pull out,” he grumbled. “For the obvious reasons. I mean, talk about something that would end horribly wrong. I was counting on being able to shoot inside a girl for the first time.”

“Okay. I understand. Maybe just this one time. I’ll take the chance if you’ll solve my problem.”

“Deal,” he said, smiling. “Lots of foreplay first, though.”

Thirty minutes later, the problem was solved as the penis of steel tore through the hymen of steel, as Kon-El deflowered his cousin, Kara Zor-El.