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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Wars_Legends:_Young_Jedi_Knights_Series_-_Kevin_J._Anderson_&
      Rebecca_Moesta
  Relationship:
      Kyp_Durron/Jaina_Solo
  Character:
      Kyp_Durron, Jaina_Solo
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Accidental_Voyeurism, Porn_With_Plot, Sexual_Fantasy
  Series:
      Part 1 of If_This_Is_Wrong
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-18 Words: 3187
****** Skinnydipping ******
by aewgliriel
Summary
     During a camping trip on Yavin IV, Jaina Solo catches Kyp Durron
     skinnydipping and gets more of an education than she expected. Takes
     place just before the start of "Vector Prime".
Notes
     Note: Jaina is just turned 17 here, which is the age of adulthood in
     the Star Wars books at the time this was written. So it's not
     *technically* underage anything. And there's no direct contact,
     either. But the warning is there in case it bothers anyone.
"Okay, kids, tents are set up," Han Solo said, turning to his three children,
who were sorting through their packs. "Jaina, you're in the smaller one. Jacen,
Anakin, you're in that one, and Kyp and I are in this one."
"Why does Jaina get her own?" Anakin asked. The youngest Solo crossed his arms
and glared at his brother, Jacen, who was glaring right back.
"Because she's a gi- young woman," Kyp Durron said. The Jedi Master was busy
shoving his duffel and his sleeping roll into his tent. "She needs her own
tent."
Jaina stuck her tongue out at her brothers. She bent to fetch her pack, which
sat at her feet. Han was setting out his sleeproll, and Jacen and Anakin had
turned to bickering.
Kyp paused, glancing over at his friend's daughter. Her long, waist-length dark
hair fell forward, over her shoulder, drawing his gaze down to the shadowed
cleft visible at her neckline. His mouth went dry, and he wondered exactly when
Jaina Solo had acquired breasts.
He quickly looked away, afraid that Han would catch him looking, but Han was
immersed to his waist in the tent. Kyp looked back to Jaina, who was now
crouched by her bag, still bent forward. He knew it was wrong, but now that
he'd noticed, he couldn't look away.
Her top was dark green and wrapped around her torso. It was sleeveless, and
tigther than he would think Han would permit his seventeen-year-old daughter to
wear. Of course, maybe Han hadn't noticed that his daughter had turned into a
woman.
Han hadn't, but Kyp certainly had.
He bit the inside of his lip, eyes sweeping over her. Her rounded breasts
strained her top, giving him a clear view down to her navel. It inched up at
the waist, giving him just a peek of skin. Her khaki pants skimmed her hips,
baggy enough to hide the outline of her legs. Black boots completed the rather
suggestive outfit.
Kyp suddenly felt aroused. He wondered what was wrong with him. It was Jaina!
She was like a sister to him!
Though, not enough of one to keep his sudden erection from pressing against the
seam of his pants.
He was, at that moment, very grateful for the robes he was wearing; they
covered the embarrassing product of his perusal of the young Jedi woman.
Kyp stood. "I'm going to go bathe in the river, wash the sweat off before I
start attracting anything unsavoury."
Jaina glanced up. "Don't get lost. I don't know if anyone else can make a
fire."
He was staring at her. He knew it, and yet he couldn't look away. Her full lips
were enticing him, and he wanted to kiss her. He wanted-
No!
"Uh, okay." He nodded, then turned and stumbled off through the trees.

----------
Jaina watched him go, wondering why he'd suddenly acted so oddly.
She glanced down at her bag, and caught sight of the amount of cleavage she'd
unwittingly been displaying. Turning red in an instant, Jaina tugged at the
neckline of her top, raising it by a scant inch.
No one had seen. Well, no one but Kyp. And his reaction flustered her. She was
fairly certain his eyes had been fixed on her breasts when she'd looked up.
She stood up and threw her bag into her tent. "I'm, uh, going to find firewood.
I'll be back before it starts getting dark."
"Okay," Han said. He was still messing with something in the tent, probably not
even paying attention to her.
Anakin and Jacen certainly weren't. They were still arguing over something.
She considered the direction Kyp had gone, and went in the opposite direction.
Her skin felt hot, and she wasn't exactly sure why.
Maybe it was the thought that Kyp had been looking at her. She wasn't immune to
the fact that he was a fairly young, attractive male. And he'd been looking at
her!
She stopped suddenly, reached out to sense her family, then doubled back,
circling around the campsite, headed in the general direction Kyp had gone.
This was the only chance she was going to get; she and her mother and her Aunt
Mara were going to Rhommamool the next month, and Kyp was off to regions
unknown. It was why her father had planned this outing, in fact.
Sensing Kyp up ahead, Jaina slowed her pace. The foliage thinned here, and
Jaina stopped, peering through the leafy branches. She almost gasped at what
she saw.
Kyp stood on the bank of the river, at a wide, deep pool she and Jacen and
their friends sometimes used for swimming. He was in the middle of pulling off
his shirt.
Jaina had never seen a male who wasn't a family member with their shirt off.
Kyp's muscles rippled under his skin as he pulled his tunic off over his head.
Sweat and moisture from the humid air beaded on his skin, rolling down the
groove of his spine. Kyp was definitely a better male specimen than anyone in
her family.
He'd already pulled his boots and his socks off, and now he was working at the
fastening of his pants. He half-turned as he pushed the pants down over his
hips. Stooping, he struggled with the pantleg, trying to pull it off his foot.
"Bad Jaina," she said under her breath, even as her eyes moved hungrily from
his bare buttocks, across the hard muscle of his thigh- And stopped, going
wide, at the sight of his erect penis.
She'd known, in theory and from her "sexuality education" class that Cilghal
insisted on teaching all the students, that they did that, but actually seeing
one was . . . different. Jaina licked her lips nervously.
Finally, Kyp succeeded in getting his pants off. He stood for a moment in the
sunlight, facing her, his dark green eyes scanning the forest. Jaina had closed
herself off, so she didn't think he could sense her so close. She couldn't pry
her eyes off him. It was a fascinating sight; she flushed, thinking that she
wanted to see it closer.
Kyp turned and stepped into the water. It covered him past his waist. He began
splashing water over his torso. Jaina eased forward, wrapping an arm around a
skinny tree, still out of sight, still in the shadows.

----------
Kyp, oblivious to Jaina's presence, scrubbed at his chest with the clear, cool
water. After several moments of splashing, he sank under the water to wet his
hair.
Resurfacing, he shook the excess water from his hair. Running his fingers
through the black locks, he paused.
The image of Jaina Solo came to mind, though he'd been hoping that this madness
would go away with distance and cold water. It didn't.
He wondered what it would be like to feel her hands on his chest, spreading the
cool water over his skin. It trickled in rivulets down his abdomen. He shivered
as the water rolled down, wishing suddenly it was fingers. He gazed wryly at
himself, still just as hard as when he'd entered the water. The problem was
that he couldn't get his mind off of Jaina's breasts.
Kyp wondered what colour her nipples were and considered for a moment drowning
himself in the river. Maybe that would end the torture. Han would certainly
make death a lot more painful if he knew the direction of his friend's
thoughts.
He forced himself to return to the task of bathing, but his mind kept wandering
back to the campsite. Which brought him back, ultimately, to Jaina's breasts.
"I need help," he muttered to himself.

----------
Jaina shifted uneasily against the tree. She was starting to feel funny, like
she did sometimes when she was alone in her room. Her stomach tingled, her face
flushing, and that place between her legs was getting hot.
It was bad, she knew, to be spying on Kyp like this. Bad to be feeling these
things when she looked at him. She'd sometimes fantasized about Zekk, wondering
what he looked like shirtless, admiring his butt when he wasn't looking.
Sometimes she pictured more . . . pictured what she was seeing now.
She'd had a girlhood crush on Kyp, which she'd thought she'd got over before
this. It had extended to maybe a kiss or two, when she was younger, and hadn't
known about things like this.
Jaina pressed her legs tight together, feeling the rush of warmth as Kyp turned
back to the shore.
Her breath caught. He was getting out!
Water sluiced off of him as he moved out of the river. He was looking down at
the sandy bank, watching his footing as he walked up the slight slope. Jaina
bit her lip as he shook his head, sending water spraying. Her mouth went dry as
he reached up and ran his fingers through the wet black locks, the muscles of
his chest glistening in the sunlight.

----------
The cold bath hadn't helped one bit. Only thing it had done was wash the sweat
off, which he had a feeling would be returning fairly soon.
The sunlight felt good on his shoulders, and he stood for a moment, eyes
closed, letting it beat down on him. But it didn't take his mind off the
persistent throb between his legs.
Kyp turned his gaze towards his predicament. Previous "solutions" having
failed, there was only one thing left to do. Good thing everyone else was back
at the campsite, because getting caught would be an embarrassment.
He glanced around, just to be sure no one was around. Carefully shielding his
thoughts, he finally let the fantasy in his head bloom as he ran the fingers of
one hand over his chest, toying idly with his nipples. Deciding his knees
wouldn't hold for long with what he was doing, he knelt in the sand.
Since this had started with Jaina's breasts, he thought about those. He'd
helped her over a fallen log earlier, his hand on her bare arm, so he knew what
her skin felt like. Kyp shuddered as he imagined touching her now, his fingers
sliding over the smooth skin of her arm, up to her shoulder.
Mentally, he lifted his eyes to her face. She was a very pretty young woman--
she was an adult now, he reminded himself, had been since she was sixteen--and
it was easy to transfer the memory of her face, flushed slightly from exertion,
from the campsite into a more intimate setting, namely here at the river. He
pictured her lips parting as his fingers trailed up her neck. then he imagined
kissing her. Her lips would be soft, pliant under his. She would moan as his
fingers trailed over her collarbone, dipping briefly into the valley between
her breasts.
Kyp's breath caught and he skipped forward in his fantasy as his mental
wanderings brought him back to her breasts. He would love to free them from her
top, easing the straps off her shoulders, parting the front to free those
globes to his touch. They would fill his hands, he judged. Her nipples would be
good-sized, pebbling against his palms, a shade somewhere between pink and
brown.
In his mind he pushed her top down to her waist and trailed his fingers down
the sides of her ribcage as she lay back, watching as she arced up off the
sand. He curved a hand around behind her, burying his face between her breasts
for a moment as he pulled her forward. She parted her legs, the fabric of her
pants pulling tight as he slid her over his thighs, until the seam at the apex
rubbed against his pulsing erection.
As he drew a nipple into his mouth in his fantasy, Kyp ran his fingers over his
thigh, up towards the black curls at his loins. He delayed for a second,
rubbing the inside of his thigh, and then he briefly cupped his testicles, his
thumb brushing the base of his penis.
He let out a shuddering breath and drew his fingers up the under side of his
quivering member, imitating the fantasy rub of fabric against him. Then he
curved his fingers around himself.

----------
In the trees, Jaina's mouth dropped open as Kyp knelt in the sand, rubbed his
leg for several moments, and then began touching the hard length of his
erection. The muscles in her abdomen tightened and a hot rush of need shot from
her loins to her breasts, her nipples hardening instantly.
She pressed against the tree, unconsciously rubbing her breasts against the
smooth bark. Jaina's palms were sweaty and she had to bite her lip to keep in a
little moan at the image before her. Her hand strayed down, down, and her
fingers pressed against the crotch of her pants. She'd never been this aroused
before.
On the sandy bank, Kyp's deft fingers tugged at the engorged length jutting
from between his legs. She was too far away to see as clearly as she wanted,
but it was enough. With the arm not holding on to the tree for dear life, Jaina
slipped her hand into her top and pinched one of her nipples, rolling the tip
between her fingers. She wondered how it would feel to have Kyp touch her. Her
cheeks flushed as she followed that thought with one about his mouth on her.
Unable to stand it anymore, Jaina quickly unfastened the waist of her pants and
slid her hand inside. Her fingers ghosted over the curls there, damp with sweat
and her own desire. Jaina let a sigh pass her lips, barely audible in the
sounds of the jungle. She pressed her fevered cheek to the surprisingly cool
surface of the tree and held her breath as she parted herself, running her
fingertips over her aching, swollen netherlips before delving to find the nub
of her clitoris.

----------
Kyp wasn't the tallest man in the galaxy; he was shorter than most of the male
Jedi by a few centimetres. But the universe had certainly made up for that with
a fairly sizable manhood. He contemplated his erection for a moment as he slid
his fingers over the sensitive head. He wondered if Jaina was a virgin; he
didn't know which was a hotter fantasy, being her first or having her surprise
him with a few tricks. Either way, he imagined she'd be tight. His erection
twitched when his thoughts strayed to how warm and wet she'd be, as he entered
her.
"Oh, Force," he whispered. His hand clenched on his penis and he took a slow
breath.
His brain wouldn't backtrack in the fantasy, now firmly entrenched in mental
images of Jaina spread beneath him, begging him to take her. He stroked harder,
unevenly palming his shaft as he sank his weight back further on his heels. It
had been too long since he'd been with a woman; he needed release in the worst
way. If Jaina were here, he didn't know if he wouldn't be able to keep himself
from trying to seduce her, Han or no. Now that he'd opened the floodgate, all
he could think about was burying himself inside the young woman.
"Jaina," he muttered. "What have you done to me?"

----------
Unconsciously mimicking Kyp's rhythm, Jaina's fingers moved faster through her
slick folds, hampered by the fabric of her pants. She wanted to join him over
there in the sand and feel his skin under her hands. She wanted his hands on
her body, wanted the weight of him against her in the worst way. She didn't
care anymore that spying on him was wrong, that she shouldn't be touching
herself while watching him.
She pushed a finger into her tight sheath, shuddering a little as she did. What
would that hard length feel like inside her? It had to be better than her
inadequate fingers. A second finger joined the first and she thrust them
harder, the heel of her hand rubbing her clit.
Jaina tried to keep her breathing even, but the closer Kyp got, the closer she
got, and oh, she needed to come. She wanted to be in his arms when she did, but
she couldn't, it would be so wrong-
"Jaina," he said then, just loud enough for the sound to reach her ears. "What
have you done to me?"
Her heart seemed to stop in her chest and for one wild moment, she thought
maybe her fantasy had gotten away from her. Was he thinking about her as he . .
.?
She couldn't take her eyes off him now!

----------
Kyp gave himself over to the fantasy, stroking his erection with a fast, firm
hand. He was close, lost in imagining Jaina crying out his name. He couldn't
stop himself from groaning hers as he climaxed, spilling hot and sticky fluid
over his hand. Tremours shook his entire body as he knelt in the sand.
That, he mused, had been the most powerful orgasm he'd had in a long time. Too
bad it hadn't been shared.

----------
Jaina trembled with need, listening to him groaning as he approached his
release. Then he said her name and suddenly he was spurting something thick and
white out of-
"Oh," she moaned under her breath. "Oh, Force."
She hadn't imagined it; he really had been thinking of her.
The knowledge pushed her over the edge and she sank to her knees in the brush,
one hand braced on the tree, as she shook with her own orgasm. She panted
without worrying too much if he could hear her. He was too occupied with
climbing to his feet, to return to the water.
Jaina leaned helplessly against the tree, waiting for her heart to stop
pounding. She couldn't believe she'd just done that!
With shaking legs, she stood and wiped her hand on the tree. She glanced back
at Kyp, saw he was washing himself off in the cool water. One thing was
certain: she was never going to see the Jedi Master the same way again!

----------
Kyp quickly dressed and made his way back to the camp, where Han and the boys
had finally got the tents up. Jaina wasn't present, which was something of a
relief.
"Enjoy your dip in the water?" Han asked him.
He started guiltily and then realised that Han was asking in general. A gentle
probe through the Force told him that Han was oblivious. "Uh, yeah. Seemed kind
of pointless, though, with this heat. Where's Jaina?"
He hoped that question was casual enough.
"She went to get wood," Jacen offered.
The Jedi Master froze, the euphemism popping into his mind instantly. He busied
himself with his pack.
Just in time, too, because Jaina emerged from the trees across the clearing,
her arms full of small tree branches. She looked a little dishevelled, but
hauling firewood wasn't exactly a stroll on Coruscant. Kyp's mind took the
image, though, and stored it away for future reference.
"So," Han said, as he took the stack of branches from his daughter. He
completely missed the way she glanced at Kyp and flushed. "Who wants weenies?"
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