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My Step-stepsister
Massât gazed lazily through the coverage of the HoloNet special issue covering the groundbreaking election of Naboo that sat on the kitchen counter. 'I won! And I made the cover of Coruscant Capitol of the Year,' read the note attached to the drive, and seeing it caused Massât to flip thru the holographic editorial before shutting it closed and sigh heavily, turning the display around on the counter away from his eyes. 'Of all the people in the galaxy, MY stepsister Padmé had to end up nearly topless on the cover of the most popular news system ever.’ He dug his fingers as well as he could into the marble countertop. ‘This is a world renowned politics piece, WHY do they have a picture of her in a swimsuit?!’
It hadn't really always been an issue, his stepsister's beauty, not really anyway. She had almost always concealed to some degree her sculpted figure and magnificent chest. That had kept the comments at bay throughout Massât's childhood. But his stepsister, known soon to be Queen Amidala of Naboo, hadn't escaped anybody's notice. Once in a bathing suit or anything of the like there wasn't much chance of hiding a body like hers. The family had obviously grown accustomed to her all too public ‘do-gooder’ lifestyle and her looks had become a point of pride for them at times. And god forbid any of Massât's friends happened to see Padmé after a workout or in anything less than her bathing outfits -- horny teenage boys just don't miss that kind of hot.
Massât had to laugh; it wasn't exactly a punishment having a stepsister like her, because even a family relation doesn't erase the value of catching a glance at a half-dressed soon-to-be Queen. However, Massât had simply learned to live with it, and did his best not to let the occasional 'I would sacrifice a Jedi apprenticeship and my right nut for one night with your stepsister,' type of comment bother him.
When he'd first heard of his stepsister's success he'd been taken aback. Although his family moved from a more rural area to the capital Theed to get more involved with politics, Padmé impressed everyone, especially her superiors in the Legislative Youth Program and even more so became the youngest ever Apprentice Legislator at age 11. Her diplomatic skills were unmatched. He heard through his mother (who was infinitely proud of her offspring and the fact that she believed strongly her daughter had gotten her good looks from her mother.) And after that it had been an action-packed few months of her coming out into the world. Before long, Padmé was showing up in more than just the Galactic HoloNet News puff pieces, but campaign debates, diplomatic Marathons, television spots and finally the top tier galactic Coruscant Capital exclusive that now sat in front of Massât had become the norm.
Truthfully, Padmé often felt bad for her little brother. He had always been so good to her when they were growing up. Despite their three-year age difference, Massât had always tried to act like a protective older brother, and Padmé had never forgotten that. So when she could see that Massât's buddies were cracking a joke to him about his big stepsister she always felt a tad guilty that he'd done nothing to deserve it but be born to the same parents. And Padmé hadn't let the poor guy down; sending some of her favorite bodyguard doubles Massât's way was often her way of tagging him back. After all, they weren't exactly complaining, for her brother had been a handsome guy ever since he bulked up in high school -- 'genes,' she supposed.
But the schedule of the busy bee, Padmé, had kept her away from her family more than she would have hoped. So, after finally succeeding in her planets election and the galactic debut that followed as well as its subsequently large workload that would unfold, she decided it was about time she treated her family to a vacation. After all, she knew she owed much more to them than her political lifestyle & good looks. So when Massât's stepmom had received the same magazine only a week earlier, she had flipped through its pages to find three tickets out to Varykino, a safe haven out in Lake Country of Naboo, all expenses paid and another note that read: "See you there, No Excuses!"
It hadn't been hard for the family to arrange getting off work and such to fit in Padmé's gift, just a shift of the calendar here, and two months later Massât was standing in the kitchen looking at the magazine on the morning of the day they were about to leave. A slightly mischievous part inside him hoped he might catch his big stepsister in the very swimsuit she bore on the exclusive, though the top was casually slung over her shoulder with nothing covering her chest but a casually placed arm -- that wouldn't be so bad either.
'Cut it out,' Massât scolded himself -- reminding himself that she was still his stepsister and shifting his attention to the fact that he might get to see some of the other beauties that graced the pages of the magazine as well. After all, the vacation was happening before another but more local exclusive that Padmé had been invited to on the very same island and she had seen it as a perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. It didn't hurt that the resort had upgraded her family members to Royal bungalows.
Looking forward to reuniting with her family, Padmé had arrived a few days early at the Villa to get the lay of the land. She knew her parents would love it, especially the gorgeous view from the balcony of their private residence. She'd even scoped out a few night activities her brother would like, and she hoped he wouldn't mind her tagging along with him on some of the dancing and drinking events.
When the family arrived they were essentially in heaven from the first step off the ship. The warm tropical air filled their lungs and they took it in eagerly. And who minded a quick drive in a Seraph-class Landspeeder when the sun was painted on your face as you gazed out the window. Massât certainly didn't, and the goodness just kept on coming when he saw his own private wing of the Varykino Villa with its complete privacy despite a gorgeous outdoor shower. He couldn't wait to try out the hot tub that sat on the deck of his private balcony. He lay down, spread like a starfish on the ultra-soft bed when he first heard his stepsister's voice entering their new home for the week.
"Helllllooooo..." her sweet voice rang out, "Anybody home?"
He could hear his mother fawning over the beauty of both his stepsister and her gift to them as he lazily rolled over and sat up from the bed. Padmé was just coming out of a hug with her father as Massât rounded the corner and smiled at her as he approached. Even the cool-headed brother was barely able to keep his jaw from dropping straight to the floor. She looked like an angel in a light blue sundress that clung to her and boasted her beautiful curves as much as it revealed the equally stunning bikini beneath it. Massât shook the immediate thoughts out of his head as Padmé cast herself into his arms and squealed with delight at seeing her brother for the first time in too long.
"Ohhhh I missed you!" She giggled and held him tight. "I want to hear all about school and everything."
"You bet your Excellency," said her brother, which sent Padmé into another adorable giggling fit as she recalled how clever but mostly corny her brother could be. He had long teased her for the name society would bestow upon her one day since she was eyed for candidacy for the planet and people they loved. "But not before you fill me in on the life of a sovereign-star-slash-model-whatever the hell else you're up to these days."
"You'd better bet missy," chimed in their mother, "I'm going to squeeze every bit of info I can out of you before the end of this trip for all the time we've spent without knowing what you're up to!"
"Whoa," Padmé responded with wide eyes and her voice exuding sarcasm, "I can't wait for that."
"So where does a guy have to go to get one of those fruity drinks around here?” interjected their father.
"I know just the place," said Padmé, bouncing with excitement as she did, "throw on your most comfortable swimsuit and I'll lead the way."
In minutes they were headed toward the core of the island following the bubbly Queen elect to her favorite spot to have their first celebratory drink of the week. Massât couldn't help but notice the way everyone seemed to stop dead in their tracks when his stepsister walked by, being their queen and all, and he wondered if he was going to be able to stand all the attention his stepsister got now that she was no longer concealing her God-given perfection and living fully in its divine monarch light. A few drinks calmed his nerves, however, and it was hours before the family had finally caught each other up on the updates of each member's time apart, though Padmé's stories were obviously the most interesting.
"So, stepmom and Dad, I thought I'd start the week off with a bang for you two, so I set you up for a full massage and then candle-lit dinner on the beach this evening." Padmé happily reported "Massât and I will just have to put up with each other and grab dinner together while you two surrender to the most relaxing few hours you've ever had."
"Oh my God.... Honey!" exclaimed their mother.
"Wowww..." followed their dad.
"Yeah, I thought you'd say that, I'm so excited for you guys." Padmé was glowing at her parents' appreciation. And after she sold the treatment a little further she quickly hurried them off to get ready for their evening, leaving Massât and her sitting and staring out over the ocean at the bar.
"So, there's a ton to do here, but I thought I'd ask you what you want since you're my guest here," said Padmé with an adorable smile.
"Hmm... I was planning on sleeping all day and maybe just staying in to play some games, but...."
"Ughhh! Are you kidding me?!" Padmé fired back at him with hurt look on her face; she really hoped he was kidding.
"Of course not sis!" Massât assured her, "but to tell you the truth I'd be happy starting off with dinner, just the two of us, I've just barely scratched the surface of my stepsister's newfound life of fame and glory."
Padmé was positively touched by her brother's reply, thinking he quite reasonably might have wanted to immediately find some girls his own age to chase after all week. She relished the idea of hanging out with him for an evening, she hadn't realized until seeing her family how much she missed the comfort and value of a conversation with someone that wasn't either trying to pick her up or convince her to support their personal agenda-campaign.
"Well then, you little charmer, I will figure something out for us and you meet me right here in say, two hours?" Padmé prompted him.
"Sounds good to me, what are you wearing?"
"Geez bro, a little forward before our first date don't you think?" Padmé quickly responded with a sly grin.
"Oh come on, I didn't mean it like th-..." Massât defended himself.
"I know what you meant, dork; I'd recommend you wear something with a collar is all, I don't plan on bringing us to the really nice restaurant here until we're all together."
With that the two headed off to get ready, chatting, with Padmé leaning familiarly into her brother as they headed back and then parted ways, Padmé's bungalow being a slight distance from her family's. Massât couldn't help but see her hips sway a bit as she navigated the stepping stones away from him... Yep, it wasn't going to be as easy as he thought ignoring his stepsister's looks this week. She had truly become the cover-girl he had seen in that absurdly gorgeous shot that still remained open on the holographic on the kitchen counter at home.
Massât collected himself as he lay on the bed once again, the tropical breeze caressing his face and helping him and all his worries to melt away into a restful slumber before he needed to prepare for the evening.
Padmé was late coming down for dinner, of course, she always was. Should they arrive late to any event or family gathering, the safest bet was always that Padmé hadn't quite gotten her make-up right or the dress she tried on was too tight somewhere. Massât supposed that it simply took that much effort to maintain that level of beauty, 'but frankly,' he thought, 'she looked equally good at the breakfast table fifteen minutes after she'd woken up.'
However, when Padmé finally showed up, Massât couldn't dream of regretting the fifteen minutes of waiting he'd done. She lit up like a star in a simple white dress, clinging just right to her frame and sporting a matching flower in her hair. She was ever so slightly browned against the stark white of the dress, and cut short, there were miles of the sun-kissed skin in the legs that made their way toward Massât in his seat. Her face was what always did it, with her gleaming white smile and the piercing of her slate-brown eyes. Crowned by her bounty of dark honey hair she seemed to float through the air on the way to her brother.
She reached out her hands for her brothers, and he took her in, holding her hands wide as she twisted about and the hem of her dress lifted a bit.
"You look.....gorgeous.... your Sovereign."
Padmé blushed and hit him in the chest, "firstly, that one was terrible and you know it, and secondly... you don't look so bad yourself, handsome, and if I didn't know any better I'd say we were a perfect match,"
She was referring to the white shirt, open slightly at the collar that Massât wore and quite pleasantly matched his stepsister's dress. Massât couldn't help but thinking how they were a bit more perfect of a match than she might have meant. Once again gathering his thoughts, pushing them away from the dazzling display in front of him, Massât offered his arm which she took with an exaggerated grasp and a childish smile at first, which subdued into a mild lean.
She led them down to a quite café that overlooked the water, in perfect angle with the sunset so that as they sipped at fruity cocktails and other tropical drinks, they were both feeling the warmth of the alcohol as that of the sun began to fade.
They quizzed each other back and forth, Massât figuring out that the more he heard from his now planetary-famous stepsister, the more he realized her life had taken an amazing and exciting turn. She did the usual, grilling him about girlfriends (he hadn't one) and prying him for any information he might give up about the girls he had seen over the last year or so. The alcohol had her asking for more information than he had anticipated, and Massât giving up more information than he usually would. Yet Padmé soaked it all up like a sponge, and Massât had practically described his perfect girl for her before he even realized he should probably reel himself in.
"Brunette, definitely," he said enthusiastically, "and tall, but not to taller than me."
"Hmm..." Padmé touched finger to lips, sitting up to gauge his height and responded; she was legitimately trying to think of whom of her friends she might be able to set him up with and a flash of an unusual thought occurred to her of which any of her bodyguard doubles that might interest him too. “Like my hair color, lighter, darker?"
"Just like yours." Massât spit it out without thinking, seeing from another grin on Padmé's face that she had been flattered by his preference.
"What kind of body type, athletic, petite? Are you a breasts man or an ass man?" She toyed with him, trying to embarrass him a bit.
Massât didn't miss a beat though, stating without hesitation, "Breast man, definitely."
"Well, I might know one or two girls I could set you up with, they'll be flying in all week," she offered with a little attitude. Though both of them peeked briefly down Padmé's dress to acknowledge yet another asset she happened to have, neither noticed the other. Padmé might have taken it a bit further but she thought better of it.
They went on chatting like that through the meal, back and forth, giggling and catching up on everything they possibly could. Padmé told him of some of the highlights of the past year or so and how she felt through some of it. He was a good listener, and he couldn't help but have a bit of a bias toward listening to extensive tales of the most influential women in the world rather than those his dad's rough and tumble days of helping the Naberrie family grow its societal statues and all the high ranking officials that stem from it. He had to merge the two realities that his stepsister was Padmé Naberrie who's dad had yanked out of the speeder a few times for her newest boy 'parking the cruiser' too close to home, and that she was Queen Padmé Amidala one of the biggest names in world politics and soon Royal lineage. He almost wasn't surprised to hear about the first act she would take when she ascended the throne to fully upgrade & finance every school in universal relations with its main goal in bridging the gap with the other races that shared their home world. He would have gone on listening enthusiastically for hours if she let him.
"... You're telling me that Guntrel Kan, the Guntrel Kan, that god like jawline, Grav-ball champion, and smooth talking opponent of yours wants a date with you?" Massât said incredulously, "And you're thinking of saying no??"
Padmé laughed and defended herself, "His senior adviser let on to mine that he saw me on that Coruscant exclusive in the HoloNet News and decided he wanted a date, my guess is he saw that swimsuit pictures of me which is a little too ballsy of him if you ask me."
"I don't know Padmé, I'd certainly date the guy but I get it. I can't blame him though, I certainly wish I could go shopping like him through celebrity and diplomatic exclusives," Massât admitted.
"Shopping! Is that so? And who would you pay the most for then?" Padmé quizzed him
He appeared to be deep in thought, "Well that Jedi named Adi Gallia is up there, but I like the brunette who won the finals in the Theed Tournament too, Dormé - I think her name is."
"Somebody has been spending a lot of time staring at their holosphere at night, and just so you know you self proclaimed ‘breast man,’ my boobs are bigger than both of those girls." She fired back, feigning hurt.
"Well I can't very well choose my own stepsister can I?!" Massât rebounded
"Let's say it wasn't totally against the rules and you wanted to," Massât flinched when she said that, Padmé noticing, "How much would you pay?" She held her hands up girlishly and playfully stuck a pose.
"I'd say about...." Massât needed to redeem himself a bit here, "17 credits."
"WHY YOU LITTLE!" Padmé lunged at her little brother, but having finished their meal a while ago and already getting antsy; Massât backed away from her and hopped the short railing into the sand next to their spot. Padmé did the same, the hem of her dress accidentally popping up to reveal matching white panties below which Padmé quickly worked to hide, looking around to see if anyone else had seen her. Massât had, but he continued backing away from Padmé as she began to chase after him, wolf whistling to try and embarrass her.
"Come here you little shit," she yelled, ambling after him. Her breasts bounced uncontrollably in their fragile home as she tried to catch her little brother, but he was too quick for her. Backward they went until Massât could feel water nipping at his heels. Just then, Padmé stopped moving and looked daringly at her brother.
"Don't..." he warned her.
But Padmé was set on her purpose, and this time her brother wasn't going to escape her grasp. She took two quick steps toward him, her daily workout had left her stronger than her brother remembered, and then she lunged.
Massât didn't even try to side step her; he just prepared for impact as she tangled her legs in his and leapt onto him like a monkey. He tried to stay up, taking a few stutter-steps backward but somewhere he lost his footing and down they went. The water was still shallow where they landed, but laughing and spitting out the salty water, Massât found himself straddled by his stepsister and sitting in it, both of them now soaked in their dinner clothes. The water was warm, and Massât didn't even mind it, still reeling from Padmé's attack.
"Got you, punk! Now give me all your money, and it better be more than 17 credits." She banged on his chest a few times before he grabbed her wrists and kept her from pounding on him again. That only left Padmé's legs free, which she proceeded to thrash about. Unfortunately for Massât, that meant her hips were grinding into his and though he hadn't even given it any thought, his body had and was beginning to respond. Still not knowing that he was hardening at the touch of his stepsister, Massât flipped her about and pinned her to the ground just as she had, remaining there only a second before he popped up and dove out deeper into the water.
"HEY where are you going?" Padmé shouted as she dove after him, Massât stopped swimming when the water was just at his shoulders and Padmé reprimanded him: "Not too deep!"
"That's what she said," Massât jested.
"Oh my god, so lame, you’re still so in high school," teased Padmé as she jumped, less forcefully at her brother this time.
He caught her in the air and lifted her a bit like a haphazard dance move. He held her there long enough to leave her both impressed at his strength and giggling like a school girl. Massât then lowered her down his body, making more contact with her than he'd intended and for the first time truly realizing how great his stepsister's body felt. Padmé felt it first though, for when Massât was about to set her on her feet, the hardening that had commenced at their first bout of wrestling poked Padmé right where a brother isn't supposed to poke his stepsister. Massât prayed it hadn't been as obvious to her as it was to him, and his amazing stepsister played it off just right. Rather than pausing too long and letting either the awkwardness or the emotion set in, she quickly stood on her toes and pecked him on the cheek, backing away before any further contact could be had and heading for the beach once more.
They continued laughing and kicking sand at each other as they made their way for the bungalows, thinking maybe they might have a few more drinks together and hang out there. When playtime was over, and the lethargy of the alcohol caught up with their submerged wrestling match, Padmé once again took her brothers arm and they walked on toward their bungalow. Neither of them had acknowledged the previous encounter and what it could possibly have meant, but there was a tremendous amount of love in the way Padmé looked into her brother's eyes the few times she did as they walked through the resort.
At one point, they passed a group of young guys, probably not much older than Massât himself, who drunkenly called after the passing couple. Her dress now soaking wet it clung to Padmé's body in a way that would bring most men to their knees. These guys, however, it brought to crude comments and shouting, luckily not realizing it was the future queen they were addressing. She could see her brother beginning to anger, but instead, when one of them said something like, "That guy, seriously honey?" She hugged her brother closer to her and kissed his wet bicep lovingly. She didn't want her brother feeling bad for any reason, and frankly, she too couldn't think of a more perfect match than Massât, she just hoped she could find a man like him some day.
They walked like that all the way back to the bungalow, chilly from the ocean water as they dripped the whole way back, but extracting heat from each other as Padmé was wrapped tightly around her brother's arm. They stumbled once or twice, the alcohol getting the better of them, and Massât was feeling something familiar that he couldn't quite place. It reminded him of that few stepmoments before finally getting home with a girl he'd desperately wanted for a while -- it obviously couldn't be that though. Padmé was practically lost in her brothers arms and thought she was probably being a little too lovey-dovey with Massât if she knew what was good for her.
Massât fumbled with his key card a bit, and as he struggled to insert it, Padmé leaned against the door and placed her hand gently over her brother's. She took his strong hand in hers and helped him to slip the card into its place. As he reached to turn the knob, they made eye contact and somewhere deep inside both of them was uncertain of where this night might take them. The knob turned and the thought washed away with a flood of light.
"Hey look who's back!" Their father rang out, holding up a chalice of what was probably booze.
"Kids! We finished early and decided to skip the little campfire they proposed so we could spend time with our two children!"
"Perfect!" Padmé said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. Though they didn't make eye contact again, she knew that the appearance of their parents had changed things considerably. 'It's probably for the best, she thought.' A little quiver hit her just then, right in the spot where she had felt something she probably shouldn't have, out in the ocean earlier. It was an unspoken question, an unfulfilled need that rumbled around somewhere deep in the back of her mind. She wondered if Massât had felt it too as she reached out to grab the champagne flute her mother held for her, and washed back the feeling with the gulp of cold and bubbly beverage.