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Ben didn’t have the chance to fully sit at the kitchen table for breakfast before his mother barked,

“Go get your sister up. I need you to drive her to school today.”

Ben was seriously beginning to regret taking a gap year…unfortunately, it was too late to register for classes now that it was well past the start of the fall semester. The leaves had all shifted a fiery reds and oranges as the calendar crept closer to Halloween. 

“Don’t call her that,” he grumbled, snagging a muffin from the plate in the middle of the table.

Rey Niima was not his sister.

“I thought I was being nice by not calling her your father’s most recent mistake.”

So she was in one of her moods. She and Han had divorced over ten years ago and they still fought bitterly when given the opportunity, which had forced him into the awkward position of messenger pigeon whenever they needed to discuss anything crucial. Mostly him.

Han had remarried a few months ago and when he and his new wife decided to take a world tour in his Cessna 172 Skyhawk, or the Millenium Falcon as he adoringly referred to it, somehow Leia had been saddled with an extra kid to feed and clothe. Money wasn’t the issue, it was the principle. She had school though and couldn’t drop out of her senior year to skip around Europe and Asia in a personal plane.

Ben didn’t blame his mother for being a tad resentful.

“I have an early meeting, I don’t have time to take her,” she hinted, her back to him as she filled a to-go mug with the coffee carafe. 

He grunted around a large mouthful of lemon poppyseed. It wasn’t as if he had any right to complain, he didn’t exactly have plans beyond hitting the gym for his daily lifting routine.

“Now, Ben,” she said sharply. “Girls need more than five minutes to get ready.”

She didn’t say anything more, her heels clicking on the kitchen tile, and he watched as she checked her reflection in the mirror hung outside the garage door. Finding herself perfectly put together, as usual, his mother smoothed a palm down the front of her pristine, cream jacket, curling a non-existent strand of hair behind her ear.

She didn’t say another word. Work had always been her highest priority, and that wasn’t going to change any time soon.

Huffing dramatically--and entirely for his own benefit--he stood from the white, round table he had spent his childhood doing homework at, tugging the loose hem of his gray sweatpants higher on his hip.

He stomped back up the stairs, being sure to land heavily on the step that creaked, knowing it irritated her whenever he trekked upstairs late at night. Rey had taken over what used to be the guest room, the first door on the right when he reached the top of the staircase. It included an en-suite bathroom, which frustrated him to no end because he had to step across the hall and he’d been raised in this house. He’d even asked as a freshman in high school if he could have the guest room and his mother had given him a resounding no.

Now some girl who wasn’t really part of the family got special treatment? Ben called bullshit. But he also knew he didn’t have anywhere to go but his mother’s home, especially now that Han was traveling with his shiny, new wife.

Ben knocked on the door loudly enough to wake the dead. He paused. There wasn’t a peep from within.

“Come on, it’s time to get up, princess,” he sneered.

He was pretty sure his mom had let him be late when he slept in, forcing him to suffer the consequences.

It was still silent. He pounded on the door this time, seriously hoping she hadn’t snuck out in the middle of the night to fuck some kid with a pencil dick.

“Rey? You better be in there.”

Sighing, he realized he was going to get nowhere standing out in the hall.

He half anticipated the door to be locked when he reached for it--that would be just his luck--but it turned in his grip, and he stepped into the room. Soft morning light filtered through thin, gauzy curtains. It was different from the last time he had been in here, the white-and-gray theme now overtaken by accent pops in pale pink and aquamarine. Throw pillows covered half of the queen-sized bed and fluffy blankets spilled over the edge, but those details quickly faded out of focus.

Everything fell away when he saw her. Rey was still deeply asleep, her head burrowed under a mass of pillows and her limbs stretched out like a starfish on its belly. A tight, round backside stared back at him, scarcely covered by the tiny scrap of sunny, yellow cotton she wore. Fuck, he’d never seen a thong before, at least not on a real, live girl, and the jolt of desire that shot down his spine was instantaneous and out of his control.

The garage door rumbled beneath them, signaling his mother’s departure.

 A dangerous thought struck him.

Mom never said how to wake her.

It was just him and Rey, no one would ever have to know.

Ben knew it was wrong. He knew that what he intended was unforgivable, a punishable offense. He knew he was depraved…she was just a little girl.

Okay, so she was seventeen and technically only a year younger than him, but for all intents and purposes, he was a man. So what if he’s never seen a pussy outside of porn.

His palms grew sweaty as he curled his fingers into fists, willing himself to resist.

“Rey,” he croaked, swallowing around the dryness in his throat, “it’s time to get up. You’ll be late for class.”

A breathy moan responded from within the mountain of pillows and she shifted, one knee bending and her thighs spreading further apart.

Shit, shit, fuck, shit, he could see everything, her lower lips barely covered by the thin cotton. It felt like an invitation.

Ben stepped further into the room. It smelled sweet, like vanilla and heavy brown sugar, and the lush scent went straight to his cock. It strained against his sweatpants, pointing directly toward her perky ass like a compass arrow leading North.

“I mean it,” he continued, though his voice was barely more than a whisper. “You better not be faking it.”

She rolled her hips into the mattress with a quiet groan, flopping to face the other way. Ben crept closer to the foot of the bed, not daring to breathe for fear of being caught. He hated how pretty she was, lying across the tangled sheets. How dare she sleep like this when he was only a few feet away every night, separated by only a wall? 

Ben gripped his cock through his sweatpants, stifling a moan. 

“Rey,” he tried one, last time. She remained still on the mattress, her breathing even in slumber. 

Ben released his dick, carefully kneeling on her bed. She didn’t flinch as he nudged her thong aside, tucking the bunched material into the luscious crease of her ass. Fuck. What right did she have to be so perfect? Her pussy was bare, a soft pink that reminded him of an overripe peach. He held his breath as he drew a single fingertip along her slit, her folds gently parting under his touch like petals unfurling in the sun.

She was so warm. Slept in. He could almost pretend he had woken beside her, that this was his god-given right to finger-fuck her into wakefulness, that this was even a routine as he stared with wide eyes, his finger gradually sinking into her waiting hole. She sucked him in, muscles clamping down around him and Ben felt lightheaded as he imagined how it would feel around his cock. It throbbed, aching to sink into that warm channel of silken flesh.

“You’re so little,” he mumbled in awe, slowly stroking in and out, in and out, her pussy opened with each careful thrust, slickening when he dipped a second finger into her, curling it just right--

Rey whimpered, her hips twitching, and Ben should have stopped then, he should have waited until she settled before continuing his mesmerizing rhythm of in and out, but he was too deep in the delusion now. He wanted it to be real.

“I don’t know if my cock will fit, it’s so tiny,” he told her, knowing she had to be awake now, his fingers pumping at a furious pace, her pussy squelching with each thrust as it fought to keep him inside. 

She made such a pretty mess on the bedsheets, and it filled him with masculine pride knowing he had caused her to dribble with hot need. 

“I’ll have to make it fit, huh?”

He watched her pussy clench as his fingers withdrew, her lower lips swollen and glistening, and he knew he had he trapped when her breath caught, a keen escaping her throat as she rolled her pelvis back.

“Ben…”

Ben was beginning to suspect she’d never been asleep. Hell, he was willing to bet this little brat had been faking it from before he sat down at the kitchen table because she was such a baby whore, she didn’t know how to ask for his dick. Luckily for her, she didn’t have to ask.

He shoved his sweatpants down his hips, hissing as his cock sprung free, a dribble of precum clinging to the tip. Ben had never been so hard in his life, he was genuinely concerned with how little blood was being designated to brain power, all of it pulsing in his length instead. He gripped himself firmly, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off a quick orgasm before jerking himself several times.

Rey finally peeked out from her mound of pillows, twisting to peer back at him with a helpless, doe-in-the-headlights look. Biting her lip, she watched as he thrust into his fist, kneeling over her prone form like a beast. She didn’t say a word, closing her legs as she turned over, laying on her back before letting her knees fall to either side, framing her pussy like a pretty picture.

Her hands grazed along the length of her body, slender, trembling fingers reaching between her thighs to lightly pet her pert, little clit, gasping at the teasing contact.

“You’re such a bad girl, aren’t you?” he accused.

She shook her head adamantly, even as her fingers ground against her clit with frantic circles, moaning, “Nuh- uh.”

Ben clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. His dick bounced against his thigh when he released it, springing back up to point towards her sloppy, pink pussy. Christ, it was like it had a missile tracker, automatically locked onto her, threatening to blow a massive load.

“Good girls go to school in the morning.”

“I can’t,” she puffed, his gaze fixed on her delicate fingers as they slipped along her cleft, spreading her slickness onto her clit, “I-- ahh!-- don’t feel well.”

This conniving little brat. Well, if that was the game she wanted to play, she couldn't complain when he played along.

“Oh, yeah? Where does it hurt?”

She shuddered, moaning as she slipped her fingers into her hole, fucking herself with two, then three digits, her slick sounds loud in the silence of the empty house. 

“It aches,” she whined, rocking her hips, “I need more.”

Ben dug his phone out of his pocket from where his pants hung at his knees, quickly swiping through and then pressing the screen to his cheek. His heart pounded as it rang. He couldn’t believe he was doing this.

There was a faint click, and then, “Thank you for calling Chandrila High School, how can I help you?”

He cleared his throat, glaring sternly as Rey writhed beneath him, her fingers thrusting roughly but not bringing her any satisfaction. Poor, little brat.

“This is Han Solo, Rey Niima’s step-father. I’m calling because she’ll be out sick today.”

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that,” the woman in administration crooned above the faint clacking of keys as she furiously typed. “That’s R-E-Y Niima, senior?”

Ben nearly jolted off the bed when slick heat closed around the tip of his cock, his jaw slamming shut. He gazed down to see Rey kneeling over his dick, sucking him down inch by inch.

Oh, she was asking for trouble.

“Yes,” he managed, praying he didn’t sound like he had his cock in a girl’s mouth, “that’s her. She has a-- uh --pretty bad fever.”

Shut. Up. Every moment he spent speaking was another in which he could get caught.

“Well, I hope she feels better soon,” the woman continued. “Have a good day, Mr. Solo!”

“You too,” he gritted out, promptly hanging up and tossing his phone aside with a growl.

“You bratty little whore,” he seethed, gathering her loose hair out of her face to watch as she lapped along the underside of his length, then slurped him down again, gagging slightly when he guided her along his cock, taking her throat deeper than she had on her own. God, she was so wet and hot and perfect, he was going to get addicted to this pert, little mouth.

“You couldn’t wait five minutes to get at my dick? You’re a little monster, aren't you?”

He pulled her off his cock, feeling like a madman as he lifted her with ease, and she gasped for breath as he bent her over for him, her round backside sticking in the air. Ben slapped her right cheek, growling as she jiggled and squeaked, surprised by the spank. 

“Fine,” he said, smoothing the hot handprint he’d left on her pale skin. “If you want it so bad, you’ll take it.”

Ben might have sounded cool as fuck, but as he prodded the head into her slicked-up hole, it took everything in him to not cum. He held the air in his lungs as he shoved his hips forward, and she sucked him in further and further, squeezing so tightly he thought his soul might escape through his dick.

“Oh, fuck,” she uttered, “oh, fuck, oh, Ben--”

Rey grasped at the sheets tightly enough for her knuckles to whiten, clinging to anything to keep her grounded.

“So tight,” he grunted, his hands gripping her hips when his hips thumped against her backside, filling her to the brim.

“Big,” she wheezed back, “so big--”

Ben couldn’t help chuckling at her expense. “Yeah? Do you like your step-brother’s big cock?

She clenched around him with a strangled “Yes!”

He withdrew, her body tightening further, desperate to keep him there and creating such delicious drag, he had no choice but to chase the feeling. Ben thrust back into her with more force, plunging so deep into her core that she’d never forget it.

He wasn’t going to last, but damn it all if he wasn’t going to get her to come on his cock first. She was so wet and responsive for him, that it couldn’t take long.

Ben felt clumsy when he slipped his hand beneath where he stretched her open, fumbling for that swollen, throbbing bud that hung like a tempting fruit beneath the hood of her sex. When she cried out he knew he was in the right place, and he doubled down, pressing harder against her clit until she sobbed.

Rey seized around him, her left leg jerking on instinct, kicking back violently as he fucked her harder, using her clenching little hole for his own pleasure. Ben held her up with an arm hooked beneath her belly when her limbs gave out, trembling with aftershocks as he pounded her sopping pussy, stuttered shouts bursting from her chest with each bruising impact.

Ben was close, so close, a sharp tingle shooting down his spine to settle in his groin, his belly twitching with the need to come. He moaned, his lips parted around the sweaty skin of her shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as his bollocks pulled tight. 

“Fuck!” 

He roared, straightening away from her prone, ruined body, gripping the root of his cock and slipping free of the lush, velvet crush of her pussy just as he finally burst. 

Ben fucked his fist instead, milking himself as he splattered her supple backside with his spend, watching as it dribbled towards her throbbing folds. His abdomen clenched a final time and he nearly staggered when she gripped her cheeks and spread them open for him, groaning as a thick spurt of cum landed on the cute pucker of her ass.

He didn’t resist the temptation, dropping his spent cock to prod at the tiny furl with his middle finger, and it twitched valiantly as he speared her asshole open inch by inch, his cum slickening his way until he was inside to the knuckle.

“B-Ben…”

“Shh,” he reassured her, gently curling his finger, “I’m just gonna keep it warm. You can handle that, right, baby? All safe and snug for me in your peachy, little ass.”

Rey craned her neck to glance back at him, her mouth twisted in pleasure as she nodded her head.

“I need…” she moaned when he pulled his finger back, thrusting again, “...more.”

Ben grinned smugly, more than happy to spoil his baby whore. She was far from being the innocent, goody-two-shoes he’d initially assumed. 

He might just have to keep her for himself. He had a whole year now to convince her to join him at Curoscant U.

Little did he know…she’d applied weeks ago.

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