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The act that had taken place between mother and son, and father and daughter was one they all mentally debated over and over again for the past few weeks. Had it been good? Yes, definitely. Had it been helpful? Probably so. But had it been right? Well…
One could call it perfectly right that a pair of parents wanted to do everything in their power to help educate their children and prepare them for adulthood, but whether they’d done it the right way was a different topic. The best thing Anakin and Padmé could do to cope with the conflicting memory was venting their shared experiences to each other.
Husband and wife both gasped when the former slid into the latter and both of them had the exact same thought when it happened, just as they’d had for the last handful of times: it had felt so much more different with their children. They gripped each other’s shoulders, burying their faces in the other, still the exact same thought occupying their minds.
“I know I shouldn’t be thinking this but I can’t get over it…how it felt being inside her…the tight gripping of her walls…” Anakin whispered yearningly, his mind torn between what was right and what he desired. “I can’t get over it.”
Padmé didn’t answer for a few seconds; she was busy imagining what Anakin had said. She imagined having a penis and sliding it into her daughter… It had to feel great because it’d also felt thrilling to have Luke do the same to her. “I feel the same way. I’ve never experienced anything of the sort…of how it felt to take my son within myself…to make him a part of me.”
There was silence for a while. They still hadn’t started fucking but just sat in each other’s embrace and imagined that it were their children they’d connected to so tightly. “Are we bad parents? Are we bad people?” Anakin asked in a concerned, even scared voice.
His wife didn’t have an answer ready immediately but she conjured one soon enough. “Bad people, maybe, but not bad parents. We love our children and want to help them in any way we can.”
Anakin could only nod to this and say, “I don’t care if someone considers us bad people for that. We only did it to show them what it’s like. They needed to know.”
One floor above, a steady-paced humping was rocking the bed of the family’s daughter. “No, I can’t go any faster,” she told her brother when he was unimpressed with her pace. Leia completely ruled out the idea of letting Luke be on top and take charge, and any time he suggested so, she pressed her palm against his chest and pushed him tighter against the bed.
Luke had to appreciate the skills his sister had developed on the many times she’d ridden him; only one of those was the way in which she could shake her hips that looked like a dancer’s elegant moves. He followed her movements with his hands on her waist and smiled amusedly when she did that twisting-thing that mostly only felt good for her.
Luke loved his sister to the last bit but he missed the feel of the insides of her mother and more than anything, he missed that unburdening, that welcoming, that affectionate feeling of letting go of what had built up inside him and unloading his full supply into his mom’s tunnel at her request. He still sometimes had random, intrusive thoughts of that liquid just resting on the deeper end of her cave…just being there…his gift to her, making her happy, and in turn, him too.
As for Leia, she’d never had the opportunity to experience the same (though she heard from Luke that it was great) because she was unprotected, unlike her mother, and didn’t dare nick any of her mom’s stuff in fear of exposing her new kind of relationship with Luke. She loved her brother tremendously, though she still hadn’t forgiven him for not telling her about what he’d done with their mother before she’d been faced with the opportunity to do the same with her dad. She’d been waiting for that gaping hole within her to be filled and her own father was the very last person she’d imagined doing it, while now he was the first person to come to mind, beside Luke, whom she loved deeply enough to let do it.
But after Leia had confronted her brother about his silence on this sex-stuff with their mother, he hastily came up with his own offer, one very much like their parents’. At first, neither of them knew whether he’d genuinely meant it or was just a slip of the tongue but now they couldn’t imagine their life without it. Without each other. They’d always had the closest of bonds and while their love for each other had never taken a new kind of shape, their expression of it definitely had changed. Currently, it was Luke slamming his pelvis into his sister’s lower end when her legs had gotten too tired and in exchange, she kissed the side of his face and murmured encouragements to him. They’d never felt so deeply connected to each other.
Padmé and Anakin’s silent lovemaking was going fine, though they both knew the other was having unbidden thoughts of their children. They had to lean very close to each other to actually hear some of the noises the other made because their volume had to be kept low whenever their children were home. It had been the one downside of having children: not being able to have loud sex. “Sssh!” came the urgent sound from Anakin.
“I can’t go any quieter than this and still let you know that I love you,” Padmé said in a hushed tone.
“No, it’s… Listen.” He pointed to the ceiling. “It’s coming from Leia’s room.”
“She just can’t keep her voice down. I wonder who she’s thinking of when she does it…” Padmé said, though she had a guess.
“Luke is there too,” Anakin said abruptly upon hearing his voice, making Padmé jump.
“You don’t think…?”
“…that they’re wrecking the house again? I think they are.” Padmé felt a little hot in the face for having an entirely different guess, though she justified having it with the fact that she herself had been having sex in the moment when the idea about it struck her.
“I’m gonna go check it out,” Anakin stated and was already on his feet, putting a minimal amount of clothing on himself.
“I’ll go with you,” said Padmé as she did the same.
When Anakin got closer, his wife close on his heels, the noises coming from Leia’s room grew louder by the step, though they were moderately muffled. However, when he got up close to the door, the undeniable sounds of what sounded like sex penetrated the wall. “Let me be on top.”
“No, I can still keep going!”
There is no why they are screwing… thought Anakin. But then what could they possibly be doing?! Padmé, standing beside him, poked him in the ribs. He wondered whether she was hearing what he was and if he should tell her or spare her.
Anakin had to check on his children but it would’ve been rude to just open the door on them if they really were doing what he feared they were, but then he realized that if this was the case, then it was all the more reason to catch them doing it and frighten them enough so they would not try it ever again. He slid the door open as minimally and quietly as possible.
They were there. On Leia’s bed. Luke at the bottom and on his back, holding his sister’s waist, her on top of him. They were facing the other side of the room so he had a perfect angle on the spot where they were connected. It was…captivating…in a bad way…but still unbelievably captivating. It was difficult to take his gaze off the sight of his son sliding into his daughter. It was exactly what he and Padmé had taught them, they’d just forgotten to emphasize to their kids that they weren’t supposed to do it with each other, because they’d never even thought they might do it.
“What are they doing?” the twins heard their mother’s whisper and immediately turned around. Whom Leia and Luke saw first was not her but their dad, though their mom quickly appeared behind him too. She gasped, putting her hands on her mouth, and Anakin didn’t look any less shocked and pale either. “Leia! Get off your brother right now! Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?”
It never crossed Leia’s mind to disobey. They both sat up and waited for what was inevitable to come. The thought of covering themselves did cross their minds but then again, what was there to cover when they’d already been caught having sex?
They looked to their mother who was clearly about to talk but was only gasping silently. Instead, their dad spoke and they were relieved that he did so calmly, though what he said unnerved them more than an angry outburst could’ve. “This wasn’t why we showed you how sex works. I trust you know that.” They nodded. “So why are you doing it?”
The twins looked at each other and knew they were thinking the same. At their father’s inquisition, they felt a tinge of shame but they answered with their best—and truest—excuse. “We love each other,” Luke spoke with certainty.
“Love how?” This was an important point to emphasize and Anakin’s heart’s beating stopped for the second while he waited for their answer.
“Like brother and sister,” answered Leia with the same, leveled voiced her dad and Luke had used.
“It’s…wrong. It is…so wrong.” Padmé was white in the face as she said it.
“Wrong to love my sister?” Luke shot back but he immediately regretted raising his voice because his father did the same in turn.
“Wrong to be intimate with your sister!”
“You did the same with us. Was that wrong as well then?” Leia asked even more fiercely. Luke thought her tone was a little too much and he sent a warning glance in her direction but she ignored it.
“We thought we were helping you…” their mom said, moments later adding faint half-sentences like, “showing you how things work,” and, “know what to expect,” and, “won’t feel uncomfortable out there with other people.” However, in the end, she said, “But apparently, we did wrong.”
“No, it was nice of you to show us, mom,” Luke said. “Don’t ever blame yourselves.”
“Will you please stop doing it if we ask you nicely?” Anakin begged, his voice level again now.
The twins looked together once again. Their staring into each other’s eyes was longer now because their first instinct was to say yes to appease their parents in exchange for avoiding punishment and yelling but then again, could they keep their word? Could they resist? Could they stand not to have sex when they lived together, loved each other and already knew how nice the other was in bed? “No,” they said in unison. “I don’t think we could. I’m sorry,” Leia told them.
Now Anakin turned to Padmé, desperation all across his face. For her own part she was still thinking hard, not least because she had a solution in mind, but it was a bad one, a very, very bad one. Anakin knew the face his wife made when an idea struck her; this was exactly that, and he gave her his own kind of expression that was meant to urge her to speak her mind. Padmé saw it, gave a barely noticeable nod and spoke. “Is there nothing we can do to help you end this habit?” Luke put his hand on Leia’s and looked defiantly into their parents’ faces. “In that case, we’ll just have to make sure you do it safely…as safely as can be.”
Now the children looked together and Anakin snapped his head to Padmé too. He thought he understood what was going on but wasn’t sure if he liked this idea. However, Padmé gave him one, confident nod and he decided to trust his wife and follow along. “There are…other ways in which you can satisfy each other, without the risk of—” He put his hand on his belly, looking specifically at Leia. She nodded. “And it’s almost just as good.” This latter part wasn’t entirely true but Anakin didn’t care about a small lie if it meant protecting his children. He was pleased to find that they’d gotten their children interested.
“The point is,” their mom continued for him, “to do everything you’ve been doing with your genitals, with your mouths now.” Luke and Leia frowned at each other. “Can we show you how?”
The twins had been having fun screwing until just a few minutes ago but now their mood for the thing was ruined, and having sex without being in the appropriate mood for it was very much not fun. They weren’t sure if this would reignite it or if they even wanted it reignited but it was still better than punishment, so they agreed. “Do you mind if we join in?” Anakin asked. “Only, it’d be much more practical.”
“S— Sure.”
Their parents threw their clothes off with faked eagerness. The twins, however, couldn’t help but feel nervous anticipation as they gave their parents room on the bed. Even still, their gestures were waved off as Padmé said, “Get down next to me, Leia, if you please.” No sooner than she had stood up, Anakin took her place. “We’ll go first on the gentlemen.” At that, Luke raised an eyebrow in curiosity but didn’t object. “You already know how to get a man hard; you can start with that.”
Leia had never thought she’d ever again get to lock her fingers around her father’s shaft but nevertheless, it felt pleasant to feel his member give a throb when she gripped it. After remembering to grip it hard, she began to stroke it, just as her mom had shown her to do.
It took less of an effort for Padmé to harden her son; Luke had already gained back half his size just from the visuals by the time his mother was as naked as his sister. Even still, he got even longer and thicker with each stroke and each smile his mother gave him, who was happy to give him both.
“Very good,” Padmé said upon seeing Anakin ready as well. “I think we can proceed to the next step.” Leia watched as her mom descended her face on Luke’s rod and gave a kiss to the tip. She was captivated by the sight of how tenderly and lovingly her mother could touch her brother but was shaken out of it by a touch on her head by her father. She gave an involuntary series of nods before taking a breath and mirroring her mother’s action. Anakin tasted just as his and Luke’s members smelled like: bit salty but overall ravishing.
Barely had Leia wetted the tip of her father’s phallus however, when she was already seeing her mother take more than just the end of Luke’s dick within her mouth. She wondered how much of him would fit inside it. Or how much of her father would fit inside Leia’s?! Based on what she saw, a third of him at best…
Luke was not sure if he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight than his penis emerging from her mother’s lips, covered in slick, as she smiled at him and stroked his length. The way she did it made Luke think that he’d never actually been loved until now because this treatment showed more affection than anything else he’d ever experienced.
…and then he exploded. He had not meant to do it but he had been so caught up in awe, not to mention that he’d been fucking his sister for quite a while, that he had no way of warning his mother. He just burst out, semen shooting out through the tunnel inside his cock and into his mom’s mouth. He wanted to tell her to let go but she just stayed there, not even moving. In the end, she pulled away and asked, “Finished?”
Luke was not able to reply at first because his eyes were following each movement of his mom’s lips, each syllable giving a flash at the white liquid resting on her tongue. Is she even aware that it’s in there? “Mom, your… I’m sorry!”
“Oh, this? It’s quite alright, Honey. I like your taste; haven’t I told you?”
Luke had definitely never been this taken aback by anything but he was weirdly turned on too at the same time. “No,” he said, just as he saw a gulp go down her throat. He refused to think of the implications of it (but was sure he couldn’t avoid contemplating it for too long).
Leia felt a gentle pat on her head as she saw—from the corner of her eye—her mom stand up and leave the room. She was back in a minute and went to crouch beside her. Leia let go of her dad’s manhood and turned to see what her mother had brought. “Would you like to have a little more fun later on?” she asked cryptically.
“Maybe… What’s that?” the girl added when seeing her mom hold up a pointy item.
“It goes in here,” she explained by placing a palm on Leia’s round butt. Her lower half twitched not so much at the touch but at the suggestion.
“Why?” was all her answer.
“It stretches you out,” her dad said as if that explained anything. “You like it when Luke stretches you out, don’t you?” The answer was obvious but even the thought of giving it made her feel hot, so instead she merely agreed to it and decided to see where this would go.
“Great!” Padmé said and she made to push the item against Leia’s rear entrance. She squirmed and strained, her breathing rigid, but it managed to fit inside her. “Good girl,” her mom said after standing up, and Leia saw the exact same kind of item poking out of her mother’s same hole. It excited her tremendously to know that they were in something so intimate together—all four of them. Padmé helped Leia up which clearly signaled the end of this round. “Boys, it’s our turn.”
Anakin and Luke made to stand up and let Padmé and Leia take their spots. It was a good thing, thought Anakin, because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could’ve endured having his precious and brilliant little daughter treat him with more affection than he’d ever been accomodated to.
The ladies had already positioned themselves on their backs when Anakin pointed at the floor in front of Luke, signaling him to get on his knees like his sister had. At the same time, Padmé turned to her daughter, asking, “Ready?”
“Ready.”
Padmé pulled her knees up to her sides and Leia did the same. “Let’s lie back and ease up. Let the boys work,” she suggested.
Anakin stared at the gorgeous sight in front of him. He could not take it all in but tried to memorize every detail of his daughter’s vagina. He had to decide that it was that perfect shape and size of her lips that so enthralled him. They were shorter and straighter than Padmé’s which rendered this quite possibly the most beautiful sight that had ever come before his eyes.
Padmé was unaware that her husband was not giving Leia the proper amount of attention, unlike Luke who was steadfastly fingering her insides. He lacked the knowledge of Anakin of where she liked to be pressed but that fact that her own son was so willingly and determinedly trying to give her any pleasure he could more than made up for it. However, that was not to say that he didn’t sometimes hit the right spots because he did, and Padmé gasped or cried out every time he did, making Leia smile cutely.
Anakin had caressed his daughter’s mesmerizing opening but he was ready to dive in. What Luke was doing was good but he knew this could satisfy a girl way better. Her folds parted, Anakin pressed his mouth against Leia’s crotch as if kissing her. He heard her gasp and Padmé giggle, noticing also that the latter reached out a hand to the former, perhaps in order to go through this experience together. The child Anakin had produced tasted good beyond words and he tried to mentally take in as much of her as he could but such perfection was hard to comprehend. In turn, she liked his work too, it seemed based on the lovely sounds she was making for his ears.
At a certain point, Padmé couldn’t help but steal a glance at her son’s work. He looked far, far too cute for Padmé to describe in his efforts to stimulate her. He was not the best at it—he quite looked like someone who wasn’t sure what he was doing—but he was so very diligent that it almost made her cry. He spotted her staring at him and went red. “Hey,” said Padmé in a motherly voice as if she’d just waken him from a dream. “Are you having fun?” He muttered something and all she could make out of it was…that Luke was a cute little boy, her little boy whom she would welcome into her sanctuary any time he wished to visit it.
“Will you be able to do this with each other in the future?” Anakin asked his children. Padmé had temporarily forgotten that they were here to show their kids the different ways in which they could have sex, not to be eaten out by her son, and she wasn’t sure if she was thankful for the reminder or not.
“Perhaps it’s time you get to learn more, such as why I put these things in us,” Padmé said, twisting her hips. “Do you like it being in there, by the way, Leia?”
“I’ve…almost forgotten it’s in there. But I don’t hate it.”
“That’s good.” Soon, it’s gonna be your brother stretching that hole out, Padmé thought and wished she could’ve said it while staring intently into her daughter’s eyes, looking for a reaction. “But for now, it’s gonna remain inside. Luke,” she said, turning to her son now, “if you would take your sister’s place, please.”
He did and Padmé immediately mounted him. For Luke, being back inside his mother felt like coming back to the surface for a gulp of air after being under water and almost suffocating. Leia was great as well, he loved just being inside his sister, but the fact that he’d fucked her many times while only having done the same with his mother once made him yearn for her more now. Even though she was sitting tightly in his lap, he couldn’t wait but start going in and out of her. He made to raise her by the waist but she said, “Oh, no. Not yet. Wait a moment, honey.”
Luke was ready to ask, for what, but then he felt the bed creek beneath him and saw, over his mom’s shoulders, his father coming closer.
“Dad’s also gonna be inside me while we get intimate. Is that OK?”
Even the very concept of sharing a woman’s body had never crossed Luke’s mind before but it explained why Padmé’s rear hole had needed to be stretched out in preparation. From Leia’s gasp, it seemed this was the moment as well when she realized why the thing was in her own butt. “S-sure,” Luke said, and Padmé immediately gave a loud cry after it. Luke understood what had prompted it when he saw his dad discard the pointy item which until now had rested in the space which he was planning on occupying. Now, with his wife emptier, Anakin moved even closer and asked, “Padmé?”
“Yes, Annie. Please come and fill me like your son.”
Leia watched her mom be penetrated from behind and imagined what it must feel like. It had to hurt a little because she squeaked the moment Anakin entered her, and the two men also gave rather sharp exhales. Then, they rested for several seconds as if unsure to go on.
Anakin was the first to move, by pulling his member out of his wife and slowly, very slowly pushing it back in. He’d repeated the action two more times before Luke started moving too. “No need to overdo it if you don’t feel it. I know how tight it is.” While his mother’s soothing eased Luke’s strain, he was determined to fuck her better than last time. So, as much as it hurt him, he took up a decent pace, nearly as fast as his dad’s, and Padmé began to moan earnest.
Her hips began to shake when her holes had gone through too much rampage, so Anakin held onto one side while bracing his other palm against one of her firm breasts. Luke mirrored his grip, bringing up his own hands. This made Leia wonder what it must feel like to be sandwiched between and held by two different men—her two most beloved men—and to be fucked by them. What kind of sensation would it be if her father was fondling with her nipple while her brother cupped and groped the other breast? What would it feel like to have two holes screwed at different paces by differently shaped shafts? What would it be like to have a mind-shattering orgasm like her mom was having just now? All Leia knew was that even if it would be painful and even if her own orgasm would be a tenth of her mother’s, she’d be ready for it.
“That…ah…ah!” Padmé was gasping. “I was not counting on that being so…” She kissed her husband as she got off and planted a kiss on her son’s cheek too when he sat up. “But you must save some energy for Leia as well. She looks most anxious for you two.”
Leia failed at rearranging her face, though the attempt had been futile to begin with; after such a display, she couldn’t wait to be in her mother’s place. “We thought—well, your mom did—that we could—”
Leia did not wait for her dad to finish. “Yes! Please!” She turned to Luke as well, as if he needed convincing. “Just tell me what to do.”
“Well, for starters,” Anakin said, chuckling at her enthusiasm, “please sit in my lap.” He himself had to sit down first, and then Leia followed him. Unfortunately, Leia did not feel as much grandiosity for being penetrated by her dad as she’d expected because she was looking forward to the second dick entering her body so much more. She felt a little bad when she realized that her dad felt quite otherwise, who wanted to store the moment of being inside his daughter for good.
He looked as though he’d be ready to spend the next ten years inside her. Anakin’s hands smothered Leia’s bottom, soon to be occupied by Luke. He raised his hands to her waist, needing to feel that sexy curvature of it. Then his hands explored the bare back of Leia where she was so soft and smooth and delicate (at least according to Luke). Leia was pleased to see that her dad did not shy away from touching her tits which he cupped with almost exaggerated care. “What?” Leia asked, smiling.
“You could not imagine how badly I’ve missed you, Leia, missed being inside you.”
“I think I can. I’ve missed you too, dad.” Then she looked around for Luke; he was right there, waiting to be called. Her glance was request enough—not that he ever needed to be asked to get inside his sister. He approached her from behind and, slowly so as not to hurt her, pulled the plug out of Leia’s ass. After letting out a tiny squeal, she arched her back, ready for the second penetration. Every time Luke had seen his sister from behind during sex, her rear entryway had been tightly shut (not that he’d been much interested) while now it was a big, gaping hole, made all the wider by their father pulling her cheeks apart. “Thanks, dad,” Luke said, easing himself into his sister. And there they had it, father and son deep in the warm embrace of the daughter.
Leia was tight in both holes, that was sure, Luke had to admit, but her tightness, in all fairness, might’ve been a little too much this one time. Not that her gripping him hard wasn’t a good thing (as if it were a testimony to how much she wanted him) but Luke wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to move like this—and he needed to move if he wanted to please his sister, which was always the ultimate goal of sex in his view.
Leia wasn’t dissatisfied when they were all locked in place; she needed sufficient time to adjust herself to this new, immensely stretched-out state but after a while, when the two cocks weren’t hurting her too much anymore, she made to stand up onto her knees (both boys groaned), then she settled back onto Anakin’s legs. The two hard dicks’ simultaneous arrival back inside her made Leia’s eyes roll up into her skull. In her opinion, there was no better way of connecting with somebody than to be physically connected to them, and to be connected to two people she loved so deeply in such a way was probably the best expression of her love for them. She kept rocking up and down, thinking, Come, be inside me, be a part of me because I cannot put my love for you into words and can only show you through this act.
Luke was panting hard which suggested to Padmé that he was nearing it. This prompted her to remind him that, “If you can’t hold it in any longer, you can cum inside your sister; she won’t get pregnant this way, and I’m sure she’d like it.”
“Well…that did just get me one step closer to it,” he said under his mother’s caress as he buried his face into Leia’s shoulder. Though Padmé didn’t show it, she inwardly grinned wickedly at the sight of Luke’s face when she’d said this. Despite that, Padmé felt she couldn’t decide which of their children looked cuter in that moment: Luke, no doubt imagining filling his sister with sperms, or Leia, cramped between two men, looking even tinier than usual, and as though on the verge of fainting?
“Am I also allowed to cum inside Leia?” Anakin asked, also panting hard.
Then, as if prompted by his question, his daughter’s body began to shake, her eyes tightly shut, and she collapsed into his arms, cumming down hard on his cock. Luke did not realize at first what was happening and he accidentally (but quite fortunately) prolonged her orgasm by continuing to fuck her ass, deep and powerfully. “Yes, please do!” Leia answered madly when she could speak again.
“No!” Padmé’s monosyllable interjected. Anakin and Leia looked together—they both wanted it and both knew they couldn’t get it, not as of yet.
When Anakin felt his own climax arriving, his first, natural instinct told him to empty his load into the woman he was having sex with but seeing as this was his daughter, with much difficulty, he overwrote this instinct and asked both his children to get off. There was a little confusion then, as Anakin held his rod, standing and waiting. Padmé usually let—well, begged—for him to unload himself into her, and while they could do that now as well, it would’ve felt anti-climactic to exclude their children from the finale. Padmé realized what Anakin was thinking and made a quick decision. “Umm, Leia, when you have sex with Luke, where does each of you like to finish?”
“Well, I always cum while he’s fucking me, like just now, but he usually spills it on my tits, like dad showed me when we first did it.”
“That’s good,” Padmé said with a glance at her mentioned body parts, imagining a thin, white bridge crossing them that had once belonged to Luke. “But don’t you wanna know what the boys taste like?” Padmé asked, feeling a small surge of arousal as she anticipated Leia’s answer.
“I know already.”
“Their loads, I mean. Their essence…” Padmé went on, looking intently, deep into her daughter’s eyes, which went wide. “I let you have my husband’s seed if you let me have your brother’s.” There was no particular need to involve the two boys in the deal; based on their expressions, they had already agreed to it a million times no matter which way it went.
Leia looked at her dad as if measuring him up and down whose manhood gave a throb at this, large enough to attract her attention. She did not say what she thought of the idea but instead got on her knees. Anakin, with a wide grin, followed her fast enough, and it took just a second longer for Luke and Padmé to be similarly positioned. As of yet, Leia still needed to steal a glance at her mother to know what this phase of sex required and soon enough started sucking off her dad when she saw her mother doing the same to Luke.
The boy was the first to orgasm and he came with a blast. His cock hadn’t been in his hands for the first burst so it painted a white line across Padmé’s lips but most of the rest, when he finally gripped himself steadily, landed in the same place his earlier climax had: on Padmé’s tongue and eventually in her belly. How strange it was, she contemplated, that there had once been a time when their children were nothing more than elements of that liquid, having just come out of Anakin, which she was now so eagerly gulping down.
The moment Anakin’s system had been building up to had arrived and he felt already that this was going to be a big one. He made to take his penis out of his daughter’s mouth to hold and jerk it for the final bit but she swiftly slapped his hand away and gripped him with two hands. “I wanna make you cum, dad. I wanna be the one to trigger it.” Anakin wouldn’t have argued even if he’d had any time left. It was Leia’s first time receiving a facial and she had difficulty controlling her dad’s shaft from this angle as it started throbbing like his son’s had. This resulted in most of his substance being spilled all across her face with only a vague focus around her lips.
Anakin thought about the fact—the possibility—that if this liquid had landed inside his wife instead of their daughter’s gorgeously awaiting face, it could’ve turned into a younger sibling of Luke and Leia, instead of painting her whole face white, but that had its upsides too. A thick line crossed Leia’s forehead, a thinner one circled around her left eye, another connected her lips and a bit of it was dangling down from her chin. She looked breathtakingly beautiful in that state.
Turning around, Padmé had to arrive to the same conclusion as well: their daughter’s face covered in white was truly a sight to behold. Padmé spotted an inch of semen dangling from Leia’s chin and she collected it around her finger and pressed it against the girl’s lips who sucked on it. Then Padmé looked at her daughter’s mouth, captivated by the amount of white around it. Leia had received the bigger load but she deserved it; she’d worked so hard for it, and every last drop her father had given her rightfully belonged to her.
Padmé couldn’t help it. Leia was so gorgeous in that moment. She had to do it. For the briefest second, she pressed her lips against Leia’s, tasting her, tasting Anakin, tasting Luke and tasting love. It was undeniably the climax of each of the family members’ most memorable sexual experience. She pulled away, grinning at the girl, who could not seem to decide what to make of it.
This day had turned them into a family more closely tied than perhaps any other. They were one, maybe dysfunctional but mostly definitely a deeply bonded and loving family. It was difficult to imagine how daily life could go on when they all knew each other inside and out so thoroughly. Maybe they would now have regular sex at the end of every week—all four of them—to relax and bond. Or maybe there was a chance they wouldn’t and they’d continue acting like normal people, and life would just go on.
…no, there wasn’t any chance. They were going to fuck regularly for years to come—together.