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Bluescreen Harvest	By : nazgul109 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 4787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Mark Hamill, Carrie Fisher, George Lucas, Warwick Davis, nor anyone else who worked on the movie Return of the Jedi. I do not profit from these writings.

Chapter List
- 1-Bluescreen Harvest
- 1
Bluescreen Harvest
Mark closed the door in disgust as he entered his dressing room. It had been a stressful day on the set. Absolutely nothing seemed to be going right with the film. The entire day had seen a host of mechanical failures with the puppeteered Jabba the Hutt creature. The oversized muppet had cost over a million dollars to create, and getting the two operators to create lifelike motion had proven to be very problematic.
What was more; Mark had spent the entire morning having script discussions with George who was simply not taking any input like he had on the previous films. Mark had spent over an hour pleading with George to make his character more edgy. A scar, an earring, an attitude, anything! But George would have none of it. Luke was to remain as pure and innocent of a character as ever. Mark looked at himself in the mirror. Good god, he had Aunt Beru’s haircut from the first film! George had personally seen to that. Mark studied his face more closely, leaning towards his makeup mirror. His depression became only deeper as he saw the scars and lines in his face left over from the car accident he would never forget. It had taken everything from him….his future in movies, his confidence in himself. He would never again have the boyish looks that had landed him this role. At least he was still in the production. He would not have been surprised if George had replaced him entirely in Empire with another actor. And what would he do after shooting had wrapped on Jedi? "Typecast" was an understatement considering the popularity of these movies. Harrison could go on to other projects, he was sure of that. The man’s charisma and charm made him the kind of star material Mark once had dreams of becoming himself. Now those dreams were shattered. By an accident that had left him scarred….and deformed.
At least he had Mary. His wife was so sweet, so tender. She was his anchor in life. He had met her a short time after the first film…..in his dental chair of all places. But she was not here with him now. Not when he needed her comfort and support. Not when he needed her body to relieve the stress of the shoot. When filming began on Jedi, Mark began such a hectic schedule that he rarely saw his wife at all. In fact, he was beginning to feel as monastic as the Jedi he was playing in the film. He wondered if he would ever play anything BUT a Jedi after this film.
Mark leaned back from the mirror and sat down in his makeup chair. He looked down at his black Jedi tunic costume. It was as black as his career prospects. This was it: his pinnacle, as far and as high as he would climb in life. If only his face hadn’t been shattered. Why did it have to happen? Still, he would make this last movie his best performance. He had read the script several times and he knew it gave him a chance to show his acting range. The loss of the Yoda character, the revelation that Leia was his sister, the struggle and redemption with Vader….he had a good script here. Not GREAT. Not George’s best work to be sure.   But Mark could see the stress of the divorce was really hitting George. He could forgive him the way it was affecting his writing and the film. God, the man must be going through hell right now. No wonder he was so inflexible about things on the set. No wonder he was taking script advice from his children about teddy bears beating the Empire. No wonder he was letting Carrie walk around the set in a drug induced stupor.
Carrie…..Carrie. She had been so sweet once. He had met her back during screen-testing for the first film. Their chemistry had been electric right from the start. She could read him, react to him; take his lead when he improvised a line. She could look him dead in the eyes when he was reciting some of George’s techno-babble and help him to actually believe in the lines. Even as introverted and shy as George had been in those days he saw it as clearly as Mark did. The way Mark and Carrie fit together on screen. The way they were such perfect counterpoints to each other both in acting style and even when off camera. After every take Carrie could always make everyone laugh. She put the entire set at ease. Being the only female in the room instantly made her the center of attention. But she always knew how to handle it. They had become friends during these movies. Great friends. And yes, there was a sexual element to their chemistry. Mark had been sure of that. The lingering looks every now and then…it was there……no, it HAD been there. Before the dark times. Before her drug addiction.
Mark didn’t know when exactly her drug problems began. But he noticed the changes in Carrie on the first day of shooting Jedi. She had a vacant look in her eye; she had lost the light-heartedness that Mark loved about her. Carrie no longer seemed interested in her character, in her lines, she seemed to view the entire set as a kind of strange drug trip. Well, Mark could forgive her for that. He had more than once let his mind wander on the sets, believing himself to actually be on strange, alien worlds. And poor Carrie had spent all of yesterday chained to a giant slug, surrounded by costumed aliens from a thousand worlds. In a metal bikini no less.
That outfit….Mark felt his dick start to harden just thinking about Carrie in that slave girl outfit. When he had first seen her enter the set wearing it, he had to catch his breath for a moment. It was so out of place compared to everything George seemed to be doing. This film was clearly geared more towards children than the previous two. Good God, Mark had just yesterday met a small boy named Warwick who would be playing a cuddly teddy bear for the film’s finale. And yet there was Carrie’s outfit: Sultry…..erotic……sleazy even.   As Harrison had said to him once, “She’s got it where it counts kid.”
That was the only “good” thing Mark could think of regarding Carrie’s new drug use. She looked fucking fantastic. Her new “friend” cocaine had completely removed any desire for food like no diet ever could. The results were amazing. Unlike the fat camp that Carrie had been sent to for the first film, which Harrison never tired of teasing her about on the set, this vile drug had the side effect of giving Carrie a body she had always craved. Of course she joked with Mark about her new “exercise” routine but Mark knew like everyone else on the set just what kind of exercise Carrie had been involved in.
Mark had only personally seen it happen once. Twenty minutes after shooting wrapped on the “Strangling Jabba” sequence, Mark had been walking across the large Jabba’s Palace set to find George and discuss some dialog changes. He had heard the breathing coming from a corner of the set near the Sy Snootles puppet. Mark slowly edged closer to the mechanical diva and peered around her bloated puppet body. There was a stage hand, some nameless best boy or gaffer or whatever the hell those guys were called. He was leaning against a circular alien keyboard with a blue elephant like creature lifelessly sitting in the center. And there was Carrie, her perfectly curved back to Mark as she kneeled in front of the stage hand, her head feverishly bobbing up and down on his cock.
The sounds of the frantic blow job had filled Mark’s ears with disgust but at the same time a kind of perverse thrill. Here was Carrie, his sweet costar, shamelessly sucking off some eighteen year old kid with a Blue Harvest shirt on and his jeans pulled down around his ankles. The boy had his eyes closed and his face contorted in pleasure as the metal bikini clad starlet devoured his throbbing erection.
All at once Mark knew that the rumors had all been true. Carrie had lost control of her life. She did have a drug problem, she was fucking various members of the production and she was not the same girl he had once known. Mark quietly slipped away from the cocksucking spectacle that was happening right on the closed set and started to leave the room the same way he had entered. Mark placed his right hand on the grey plastic door frame as he left and paused for just a moment. It was then that he had heard Carrie’s voice. Although speaking to her young lover quietly from across the room, the words echoed in Mark’s ears like a gunshot.
“Do you like it baby? Do you like the way Leia is sucking off your big fucking cock?” she asked.
Mark left the set.
Mark shifted in his makeup chair considering the words he had heard from Carrie as she blew the stagehand. “Leia” she had said. She was giving that kid a fantasy. That was the only explanation. She was giving him the fantasy of being sucked off by her character Leia. Mark couldn’t get it out of his head since that day. It had been a fantasy he had shared for a few years now. To fuck Carrie….he had that thought since the day he met her. But it had become more than that. Losing himself in his heroic role from time to time, Mark began to think not just about fucking Carrie, but fucking LEIA. The Princess. He had found himself jacking off to that thought during his morning showers on more than one occasion. For a few months after shooting the first film, it could well have been considered an obsession. He was Luke, and he was fucking Leia, and together they were perfect for each other. A perfect coupling of two lovers made for each other.
Until George had destroyed that fantasy with his goddamn typewriter. Mark remembered the moment he had read the Jedi script so vividly. It had been so exciting to him to finally see how the greatest cliffhanger in movie history would be resolved. It looked like George favored Han and Leia ending up together, but with all of Harrison’s pushing for his character to die heroically, Mark began to believe that Luke might just get the girl in the end after all.
“Leia. Leia is my sister.” Mark said out loud to himself in the room, as if he was rehearsing the line.
It was ridiculous. It had been ridiculous when he first read it, it was ridiculous now. What the HELL was George THINKING? There was a love triangle in the second film. Leia had kissed him passionately in the Hoth scene to make Han jealous. And now, they were goddamn brother and sister. It bothered Mark more than any other aspect of the script. Even more than those damn teddy bears that Warwick kid had been dressed as.
Mark looked up at the digital clock on the wall. 6:05pm. He should get back to his trailer and get some sleep. It would be a long shoot tomorrow, no doubt plagued with further mechanical mishaps with the muppets of Jabba’s palace. And he still had to find some time to go over his Endor lines with Carrie. She had been completely uninterested in rehearsals lately. Her irreverence and lack of professionalism was starting to show. And that scene would be shot in two days.
“Fuck. I need to rehearse with her.” Mark said to out loud.
The truth was, since the cocksucking spectacle he had witnessed, he was uncomfortable around Carrie for the first time. He had almost been avoiding her.
“No more." Mark announced to the empty room as he stood up and started for the door. He would find Carrie right now. They would rehearse together even though it was after working hours. This film was too important to be half-assed.
Mark walked across the deserted sets of Return of the Jedi. It was comical how quickly the production crew disbursed after hours. As much as everyone loved being a part of these movies, quitting time was still quitting time.
Mark considered trying Carrie’s trailer, but he slowed his pace as he crossed the bluescreen area. What if she was with someone? That stagehand again. Or worse, some other random member of the production. What if she was strung-out?
Mark stopped in his tracks and considered things for a moment. Carrie was not at her best, that much was clear. They were still friends though and they needed to rehearse the Endor scene before shooting began. Mark wondered if she had even read the script yet. He doubted it. Her new found drug addiction and sexual promiscuity left her little room to care about events in a galaxy far, far away.
“Hey there, Luke Skywalker.” Carrie’s voice came from behind him.
Mark turned around to see Carrie sitting at a set designer’s work table just off the side of the bluescreen set. She was smiling at him, with that perfect smile that had won him over years ago. She was still wearing her slave girl wardrobe from the day’s shoot, her right leg resting on the desk, across the set designer’s papers, her left leg stretched straight out on the ground. Carrie’s legs were splayed apart almost obscenely, her crotch covered by the front of the dress that hung down onto the ground between her perfect legs.
They were alone on the set. Mark starred in awe at the shameless pose his co-star was assuming. He quickly found his voice.
“Oh, hey there! I was just looking for you!” he stammered
“Oh you were, were you?” Carrie breathed in a sultry, seductive tone.
Mark’s gaze had been fixed on her crotch, and he suddenly realized it. Mark moved his eyes up to Carrie’s face, seeing her amused expression. She knew he was turned on by her. She had always known it, from day one.
“You ahh..”, Mark began. “…you can’t be comfortable in that metal swimsuit.”
Carrie laughed aloud.
“It’s not comfortable, Mark.” she laughed. “In fact, it’s the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever worn in my fucking life.”
Mark joined her in laughing. The initial tension between them seemed to be fading quickly.
“Then why the hell are you still wearing it?” he chided her. “The shoot was finished hours ago.”
“Because…” Carrie said in a serious and almost sorrowful tone. “It makes me feel beautiful….It makes me feel sexy.”
“You do look fantastic, Carrie.” Mark admitted.
Carrie met his eyes and smiled again. There was still a connection between them. The attraction was still there.
Mark remembered his purpose for being there.
“Carrie, have you read the entire script?” he asked.
“Actually no, I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t finished it yet.” She admitted.
“Carrie, we have a scene that we have to go over.” Mark said sternly. “The scene where I tell you we are really brother and sister.”
“WHAT?” Carrie said, taking her leg off the desk and standing from her seat. “We’re supposed to be WHAT?” she asked incredulously.
“It’s in the script Carrie. I talked to George about it and he said he’s always intended it that way. Luke and Leia are actually twin brother and sister.”
“What the fuck is George thinking?” Carrie said incredulously, “I’m your sister? Why did he have us do all those takes of kissing each other on that ice-planet set?”
“Hoth.” Mark reminded her.
“Oh right, Hoth.” Carrie said slightly amused. “Hoth. That planet where your sister kissed you, Luke.”
“Hey I don’t write this stuff.” Mark said defensively.
“Yeah, and I don’t bother reading it anymore.” Carrie answered.
“Carrie. We have to. We have to rehearse that scene together. The shoot is in-“
“Alright.” She interrupted. “We’re both in costume anyways.”
“I don’t think you’ll still be wearing that bikini in the Endor scene.” Mark said.
Carrie took a step towards him.
“Want me out of these clothes then?” she whispered seductively. “Is that what you’d like?”
She was coming on to him like a slut—and Mark became infuriated. She was treating him like some random stage hand to be seduced out of boredom.
“Shit Carrie!” Mark suddenly exclaimed as he turned from her and began to walk off the set. “What the hell has happened to you!”
As he began walking away, suddenly her arms were around him from behind.
“Wait! I’m sorry!” she cried out. “I didn’t mean that like that. I mean I didn’t mean to…..oh God!” She began to sob against his back, holding him from behind.
Mark struggled to turn and face her in her shaking grip but she would not let him go.
“I’m so sorry Mark! I’m so fucked-up right now!” she sobbed. “I’ve never felt so lost in my life.”
Mark finally was able to turn around in Carrie’s bear-hug and face her. Her metal bikini pressed against his chest so hard it hurt. He held her waist in his hands and tried to look her in the eyes. She kept her face buried on his shoulder as she continued to sob.
“It’s alright Carrie. It’s al—“
“It’s NOT alright!” she exclaimed. “I’M not ALRIGHT! I’m fucking up everything, I’m wrecking my friendships with everyone! I’m lost Mark. I’m so fucking lost.”
She dissolved into crying. Her body quivering against him. Mark tried to comfort her with his embrace. Despite it all he felt himself becoming aroused. His manhood was stirring in his pants. He didn’t want her to feel it. It would make her think his feelings were just sexual. And he cared about her so much. She was such a sweet thing underneath her problems. He moved his body away from her to hide his burgeoning erection. She looked up into his eyes for the first time and he met her gaze.
“Listen to me Carrie.” He said firmly. “Look at my face. Look at what that car accident did to me. I’ll never be the same.”
“No, Mark you’re not—" she interrupted, shaking her head.
“I’ll NEVER be the same Carrie.” Mark stated emphatically. “I will always be disfigured and my career in movies is probably over.”
“OH MARK! You’re SO WRONG!” she pleaded. “You look fantastic. You’ve never looked so fantastic!”
“Carrie—“
“NO! Listen to me” she said. Her arms tightened around him. The old Carrie was there again. Comforting him. Caring for him. “You look so fantastic right now. The way you’ve pumped up your body, the muscles in your arms, I can’t even tell you how sexy you have become.”
He smiled at that and dropped his gaze down “I did work out a lot for this role.” He admitted, feeling his face flush at the compliment.
“I know how seriously you take these movies.” Carrie said, wiping her tears off on his black tunic as her voice steadied. “I’m sorry I’ve been so out of it. I haven’t been there for you like I should be.”
“It’s alright Carrie.”
“No. No it isn’t. I’ve just been so empty Mark.” She said frankly, looking into his eyes. “I’ve felt so empty lately. I’ve been doing cocaine.”
Mark tightened his hold on her. “I know.” He said.
“You knew?” she whispered.
“I’ve known you haven’t been yourself. That’s all.” Mark said quickly. He didn’t want her to know that rumors of her drug use were going around the set.
“There’s more Mark.” Carrie admitted. “I’ve been sleeping around a lot lately. I thought it would make me happy. I’ve never been so thin and felt so sexy and I just wanted someone to—" she trailed off. “Oh god Mark what’s happened to me.” She whispered, shamefully burying her face again.
“You’ve always been perfect as far as I’m concerned.” Mark said earnestly.
She looked up at him again. She ran her right hand through his hair.
“Mark.” She breathed.
He felt himself becoming fully hard in his pants. He felt his heart beating powerfully, sending the blood down to his penis.
Carrie leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. It was a sweet kiss. A friendly kiss. But it lingered there a second to long to dismiss as platonic.
She pulled back and looked in his eyes again.
“Do you like that? “ She whispered to him.
“Oh Carrie…”
Carrie pulled his face to hers gently and parted her lips. Her tongue reached gently out as their mouths met. Mark returned her kiss with his tongue touching the tip of hers. Her hand went down to his crotch instinctively. She found his raging hard cock through the material of this pants.
“Mmmph” she moaned into his mouth, her eyes flying open in surprise as her hand found the outline of Mark’s erection. His eyes opened see her reaction. Carrie opened her mouth wide and gave him the kiss he had so long fantasized over. The kiss of a lover.
Mark’s hand reached under the front of her metal bikini dress. He found her perfectly shaved hairless pussy completely wet. He massaged it slowly and expertly. She was practically flooding his hand with wetness as he slid his upturned palm around her mound. She moaned into his mouth again as his middle finger slid into her folds.
“Oh GOD!” she cried out. Breaking their kiss. “Oh Mark YES! You are what I need. You’re what I’ve always needed. Please be with me. Please..”
“Oh, Carrie.” Mark whispered. “You’re so perfect…so beautiful. I want you...”
Carrie reached down and quickly slid his pants down over the bulge of his erection. He gasped as her small hand made contact with his bare cock. Carrie took a firm hold of his dick and began gently pulling at him as she stepped backwards, leading him onto the bluescreen set. Mark followed like a dog being led by a leash. Carrie smiled at him as she walked over towards a speeder bike on the set in front of the bluescreen. He wondered what she had in mind.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Carrie whispered as she released Mark’s cock and mounted the speeder bike as if to ride it. She hooked the tops of her costume boots on the foot pedals and slid her feet out of them, placing her bare feet on the mock speeder’s hanging foot pedals.
Mark starred in awe at the spectacle before him. There was Carrie, her legs spread like a horseback rider on an Imperial Speeder Bike. When reading the script, Mark knew that this was his favorite sequence in the entire movie. It was so thrilling on paper, but nothing was as thrilling as Carrie in her slave girl costume, ready to have him fuck her right on the closed set.
Carrie had a firm grip on the two elevated handle bars of the prop bike. She looked back over her shoulder and with her left hand slowly slid the back of her dress over her left leg, exposing her perfectly tight ass to him. He quickly pulled his tunic over his head and threw it aside. He kicked his costume jack boots off and slid his pants off. Now completely naked on the set, Mark looked at Carrie, as she peered back over her shoulder. She smiled at him.
It was the clearest invitation Mark had ever seen. And without words or hesitation he accepted. Awkwardly he straddled the bike. The cold metal and plastic body of the prop bike against his inner legs made him shiver. He slid his right arm around Carrie’s waist and pulled her to him. His cock was as hard as the steel used in the speeder bike’s construction, jutting out in front of him. Leading him to the crack of Carrie’s ass.
She jumped as his mushroom head touched her ass crack. She was looking forward on the speeder bike now. Panting erratically. Mark pushed her neck forward with his left hand. Her face was now inches from the mock control buttons on the bike. He could see her pussy now from behind. He took his dick with his right hand and slid it along her ass and down to her burning opening. When he touched the lips of her pussy Carrie cried out.
“Haah!” she gasped.
He began inching into her pussy little by little. She was so wet it was almost effortless. Mark had never been tall, but his dick size had always been long enough and wide enough to fill a woman’s needs. He was half way inside her.
“Oh!” Carrie cried again.
Mark grabbed her firmly around the waist as he finished sliding into her. When his cock was fully in her he finally gasped out loud.
Carrie cried out again. “Oh my fucking GOD.”
She was on fire. Mark began thrusting into her. A slow steady rhythm. Carrie held on to the speeder’s handles above her head. Her face was forced inches from the body of the speeder with each thrust from behind.
Mark began to fuck her more forcefully. The way she was positioned made it difficult to ram into her fully. He had to brace himself and use leverage to repeatedly enter her. He rammed into her as forcefully as he could, raising her body off the speeder a few inches with each thrust. Carrie held onto the handles as if her life depended on it as each thrust became more forceful, more determined to reach her depths. She bit her bottom lip as Mark fucked her from behind like a bitch in heat.
“That’s it baby.” She panted, “Fuck me. Fuck me like a bitch!”
Her words spurred Mark on even more. He increased his tempo and Carrie was forced to tighten her grip on the handles or be thrown off the bike from the vigorous thrusting.
“Uhhn…” she called out incoherently.
The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the vacant set. Carrie began using her grip on the handles to force her pussy back to meet his thrusts. They were both grunting now incoherently. They sounded like two wild animals struggling to match each other’s rhythm.
Carrie lifted her head up suddenly, still facing away from him.
“You like this don’t you.” She stated flatly in the midst of his thrusts.
Mark said nothing but instead grabbed the long braid of dark hair that fell down her back. He used the braid to pull her head back as he continued to fuck her violently.
Now looking at the lights and exposed metal of the set ceiling, Carrie again spoke to her lover.
“You like it don’t you.” She again stated. “You like fucking me.” Mark finally answered.
“Yes…” he panted “Yes…”
“You like fucking your sister’s pussy don’t you!” She called out as he pulled her hair back yet again.
Mark suddenly slowed his rhythm down. What had she just said?
“Oh don’t stop, Luke!” Carrie called out. “Don’t stop fucking me! I love your dick! I love it!”
Mark realized what she was saying. It was the fantasy, the one he had for years. The one that now had become incestuous and depraved. She wanted him to fuck her as Luke Skywalker. And she would be Princess Leia. Brother and sister. Fucking each other senseless. It was insane……and Mark loved it.
Mark began to increase his pace again. He felt his cock actually growing harder insider her. He hadn’t thought it possible but it was so hard it felt like it might break right off him.
Carrie felt the effect her words had on his cock.
“Oh, GOD you DO!” she called out. “You DO like fucking your sister don’t you Luke!”
Mark knew his character better than anyone in the world. Instantly he became Luke Skywalker in his mind. He pulled her left ear to his mouth.
“Yes Leia.” He whispered. “I love fucking you. I love fucking my own twin sister.”
“Huuuhh!” she cried out. “It’s IN me big brother! It’s actually IN me! Your fucking cock is in me! Oooohhh this is so hot! This is SO hot!”
Mark’s mind began to wander into the mind of his character as he fucked her.
Luke Skywalker was fucking his sister like a man possessed. Ben had lied to him….betrayed him. Ben had sent him to kill his own father. Ben had convinced him to rescue this beautiful woman. Never telling him the truth about any of it. Never telling him that the beauty was his own flesh and blood. His own twin sister. And now it was too late. The attraction had been immediate and instinctual. It practically felt like an attraction on a genetic level. And now of course he knew that it was exactly that: a genetic sexual attraction. Ben had set all this in motion. Well what do you think of this now Ben? What do you think of the Skywalker twins fucking each other’s brains out?   Luke could imagine Ben’s face, grim with disappointment. GOOD, Luke thought. You go be disappointed then. I’m fucking my beautiful sister, Leia.
Carrie noticed that Mark’s mind had wandered in the midst of their coupling. She wanted to make this perfect for him. She wanted this to be the fulfillment of a fantasy they had shared for so long. She wanted to give him what he needed.
Carrie pulled herself forward and Mark’s dick slid out of her.
“I…” Mark began, flustered at her sudden withdrawal from their sexual union.
Carrie climbed up and kneeled upon the body of the prop speeder bike. She unhooked the side clasp of her metal bikini and let it the costume fall across the seat of the bike. She lithely removed her metal top piece and let it fall to the ground with a loud clang. As she kneeled on the speeder, still holding he handles, she looked back over her shoulder at Mark who was watching her, his body shaking from the exertion.
“Now, come and fuck me big brother.” She stated flatly. “Come and fuck your sister’s ass….”
Mark let out a sudden breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. Placing his feet on the bikes pedals, he found he was able to stand, in a slightly hunched position. It lined his cock up with her ass perfectly.
Carrie reached back and pulled her left ass cheek to the side, exposing the tight puckering of her asshole.
“Put it in THERE baby,” she whispered. “Your sister likes it there.”
Mark pressed the head of his cock to her puckered asshole. He carefully spit on his cock head to lubricate his entry to her nether hole. As he pressed the tip against her he felt slight resistance. Gradually it began to give way and admit him, little by little.
“Oh!” Carrie called out.
Mark stopped himself halfway inside her ass. He gently began to slide in and out of her rectum.
Carrie was beyond turned on. Her pussy was literally dripping down her legs and onto the speeder bike. She looked down at her shaved pussy and saw that wetness flowing out. She saw Mark’s balls behind her, swaying with each gentle thrust into her ass. She was not accustomed to anal sex, but she had done it on a few occasions. It had always been painful in the past, but Mark knew just how to do it to her. He knew to be slow with her tight little ass. And she loved it.
LUKE she reminded herself, enjoying the fantasy. LUKE was fucking her in the ass. She had just learned he was her brother and she was letting him fuck her ass. It was so depraved. It was so taboo. If anyone found out they would be outcast, they would be shunned. But it was so fucking hot. It was the ultimate taboo to let her own brother fuck her. And she didn’t care. She needed it from him.
Luke pushed himself into her even further. When he felt the base of his cock completely enveloped he stopped his thrusts and looked down at the spectacle in front of him. There was his own sister Leia, her perfect tight ass completely impaled by his cock. She was kneeling before him submissively on top of the speeder bike, her breathing coming in shallow breaths. Luke reached his left arm around her hip and found her pussy. With his left middle finger and dexterity his mechanical right hand would never have, he quickly found her budding clit. He began massaging the small bud with his thumb and forefinger as he slowly began to thrust into her ass again.
Leia responded with a gasp of pleasure. She was close now. It was too much for her, the anal sex, being fucked on the speeder, the fact that it was her own brother doing it to her.   Luke’s thrusting became more insistent. His breathing became completely ragged. He twisted her clit expertly in his grip. Leia threw her hands down onto the base of the speeder as the orgasm hit her. Luke felt his sister’s body convulse. He watched her ass cheeks begin to shudder as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. It pushed him over the edge.
“Oh, GOD Leia!” he moaned as his cock erupted inside of her.
“Huuuuuuuhhhh!” she answered his orgasm with an incoherent moan of her own.
He collapsed onto her back. They stayed together for the next few minutes. Both were still coming down from their orgasms. Both were still shaking and twitching against each other on the speeder. Finally, reluctantly, he slid his still partially erect dick from inside of her ass. Mark climbed off the mock speeder, his legs shaking slightly from the exertion.
Carrie turned her head over to look at her lover. She had never had an orgasm from anal sex before. She didn’t even know it was possible. But he had done that to her. The intensity of their coupling had been so raw….so passionate. Carrie thought of all the meaningless sex she had in her life. She thought back on her recent flings with meaningless men. Men who had given her coke to get into her pants. Men who had used her like a whore. She looked at Mark who was still breathing heavily from their coupling. He was so sweet, he always had been. He was so wounded in his own way. He had just given her what she needed so much. Being with him had shown her how good it could be….how good it should be.
Carrie slid her naked body off the speeder bike. Mark was standing only a few feet away, but neither had spoken a word since their orgasms. She slowly approached him, staring at his partially erect cock the entire time. She knew now that she had to have more of him. She had to pleasure him, to make him desire her forever. She would fulfill both of their darkest fantasies.
As Carrie’s naked body pressed up against him, Mark felt his dick slide between her legs. He encircled her body in his arms as they both stood completely naked on the empty bluescreen set. His dick was not inside of her, she was instead rubbing herself slowly on top of it while facing him. Carrie looked him in the eyes and he finally could bare the silence no longer.
“Carr—“
“Leia.” She corrected him in a playful tone. “…Leia.”
Mark smiled at that. She was not letting this end. She was still keeping the fantasy running between them. He had never felt so turned on in his life and he felt his dick beginning to fully harden again.
“Did I make your big dick dirty big brother?” Leia asked playfully. “Did putting that cock of yours into my ass make it all dirty?”
“Good God...” Mark stammered, “…You’re so fucking amazing.”
“I can clean it for you Luke.” She whispered up to him, looking deep into his eyes sexily. “I can clean your dirty cock up for you, big brother.”
Mark said nothing; he just stood there, feeling her slowly grinding herself on his erection. He still couldn’t believe this was happening. Right on the movie set, with Carrie.
“Here...” She whispered, “….Let me…just….”
Without hesitating she kneeled down before him and in one quick motion sucked his dick into her mouth.
“Oh my GOD!” Mark called out, starring in utter shock at the wanton display before him.
Carrie began sucking him, bobbing her head back and forth on his cock. She could taste her own ass all over him. It was bitter, but it turned her to be so lewd. She didn’t care about anything anymore. Only pleasing Mark mattered to her. Making him cum in her mouth was her sole mission in life at that moment. If the entire cast and crew had walked on the set right then she would not have stopped what she was doing.
Carrie placed both her hands on Mark’s ass cheeks and pressed him further into her mouth. She was deep-throating him, nearly choking herself with his cock. It didn’t matter….nothing mattered but pleasing him….making him cum.
Mark couldn’t believe what he was seeing. After fucking Carrie in the ass, she was now blowing him and she seemed to LOVE it! Her face was contorted in grim concentration on her task at hand. The task of blowing him.
He couldn’t take it anymore. The sheer insanity of the entire situation only added to the utter eroticism of the blow job. His balls contracted and with a groan he began to unload into her mouth.
Carrie looked up in contentment as she dutifully swallowed every drop of his seed. He was perfect for her. She knew that now. He would become her new addiction….she would clean up her life for him and he would be there for her like no man ever had been.
Mark looked down at Carrie’s face with his dick buried in her mouth, he looked in her eyes and saw how truly beautiful a woman she was. They were perfect for each other. No two lovers where ever more custom fit for one another.
Carrie let his cock slowly slide from her mouth. She smiled up to him and stood up to face him.
“Now….you wanted to rehearse a scene with me, isn’t that right?” she asked coyly.
Mark looked into her eyes with adoration. She had restored him…..his faith in himself, in his masculinity, in his future.
“Maybe your trailer would be the best place to rehearse.” He said playfully.
“Mmmm.” She smiled to him. “It may take all night to get the dialog right.”
“Well…” he smirked, “it’s a good thing the force is strong in our family.”
Carrie laughed and embraced him.
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