Title: Violation
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter: Two -Two Sides of the Same Coin.
Rating: R18+ Incestuous sex between father and daughter. Also adolescent sex and love between non-legal teens.
Synopsis: George Darling continues his corruption of innocence, but a new player appears on the scene who Wendy welcomes whole-heartedly to her bed.

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Wendy sat on her father's lap, her hair beautifully brushed until it shone, tied back on one side by a satin ribbon. She was wearing a prettily decorated nightdress, decorously tied at the throat with blue ribbons, a present from her doting parents on the occasion of her fourteenth birthday only a few weeks before. As she sat sideways on his lap she squirmed, rubbing her bottom on her father's hard thighs, his thick suiting and sharp creases of his trousers rough through the fine material of her nightdress.

"Sit still love, or I might decide not to play tonight."

Immediately Wendy stilled her restless fidgeting, her hands tightly clasped in her lap as she gazed at her fathers profile while he read aloud from the small book in his free hand. His arm was around her back holding her upright, his long fingers stroking up and down her side, following the dip of her waist before smoothing over her hip then back up again.

Darting her tongue out, Wendy wet her lips, her father's gaze behind his round glasses instantly darting to watch the tiny movement, a muscle in his cheek twitching in response. Snapping the book closed he suddenly pulled her close, tipping her to lay her back, the fabric of her nightdress suddenly flattened against her emerging bosom, the nipples making little peaks within the cloth. Placing the book on her bed, he brought his hand up to her chin and tilted her head back further, her lips parting as he squeezed her jaw.

"We must be boring you precious, and we can't have that."

Lifting her slightly, George Darling lowered his head, his lips parting as he covered her trembling mouth with his own, his tongue instantly darting inside the wet heat between her lips, sweeping over her teeth and gums. Wendy lay still in his grip, not resisting as her father plundered her mouth, sucking her lips between his, his large teeth nipping at her tongue as he thoroughly kissed her.

Slowing himself down he lightened the kiss to just gentle nips until he released her mouth completely, gazing down at his daughter as she lay against his body, her eyes slightly unfocused, her lips swollen from his assault.

"Beautiful, my precious, just beautiful."

Without warning he tipped her upright and deposited her onto her own bed, pushing himself up to stand and stretch, his own body thrumming with arousal, his cock straining the buttons on his trousers as he turned away from her. Wendy knew the routine and scrambled beneath the covers, her lips pulled into a shy smile of anticipation.

"Now you sleep, dearest.....no waiting up for me. I'll be along later to tuck you in."

Pressing a chaste kiss against her flushed brow, George patted her head before turning to leave, dousing the gas lamp to its lowest setting before leaving the room altogether.

Wendy snuggled further under the covers, her eyes closing as ordered, her legs drawn up as her heartbeat slowed and her breathing evened out. As she slipped into sleep she wondered fleetingly if tonight would be the night, or would she just awake to the morning.

Since her induction to her fathers carnal desires, Wendy had been on the receiving end of her fathers undivided attention several times during the first few weeks, their games becoming a predictable pattern of her father waiting for the house to settle down before coming to her room to administer his brand of medicine. As time passed and the novelty wore off, her father came less often, sometimes not even once a week, but his attention to his daughter changed, his hugs that much more tighter, his touching of her that much more intimate, all carefully hidden from the rest of the family. Despite having intercourse with her less often, his level of fondling escalated, now including kissing to the repertoire, his visits to her in the night usually presaged by him reading to her.

Tonight would be one of those nights.

She awoke when her father slipped into her bed, his big hand, warm and soft, running up her leg as he pressed his hard length against her back, shifting her over to make more room for him.

"Father..?" Wendy queried sleepily, the warm hand pushing under her nighty and over the top of her thigh.

"Of course, dearest...just lift your leg,"

Still on her side, Wendy lifted her top leg and her father slipped his hand between her thighs, his finger dipping between her folds, his thumb rubbing over her nubbin sending warm spikes along her nerve endings and coiling in her stomach.

She could feel the hard length of his manhood pressing into her lower back, hot and urgent, his need obviously immediate. His face was pressed against her hair, his breath coming short and hard as his fingers danced against her body, stroking from front to back, smearing her own body's secretions to the small pucker of her back passage in preparation for the coupling to come.

"Let's get rid of this lovely nightdress...we don't want to tear it, do we?"

With her father's help the soft fabric was quickly whipped off over her head, her body bare to his hands and mouth, her father already divested of his nightshirt, his hair roughened skin rubbing against her smoothness with increased urgency.

"Oh my beautiful Wendy...so smooth, so sweet....on to your hands and knees precious."

Doing as requested she waited for her father to push the bed clothes down to the end of the bed, the chill of the night air raising goose bumps down her back. Her father's warm hands, trembling slightly, returned to her body, running up and down her sides, slipping around to her chest to fondle her budding breasts, tweaking the nipples into hardness before leaving them to smooth over the skin of her back, his body curved over hers, his heat warming her and chasing away the chill of the room. His cock lay nestled between her nether cheeks, rubbing back and forth as her father continued his massage of her soft flesh, his fingers brushing her hair away from the nape of her neck before pressing his lips there, hot and wet against her skin sending shivers down her spine.

"You feel so soft, my darling....smell so sweet...I just want to eat you."

His lips brushed over her shoulders, licking and nibbling while his hips gently rocked against her, pushing her forward and back, his cock hard and hot against her, rubbing now between her legs, coating itself on her own lubrication, bumping against her belly button with each pass.

"Does this feel nice, Wendy? Are you getting excited dearest?"

Swamped with her own bodies reactions to his love making, Wendy could only nod, her head hanging down as he reached up to fondle her small breasts again, her stomach clenching as his bush of pubic hair abraded her buttocks, tickling and teasing against her puckered hole.

Lifting away from her back, George lowered his hands back towards her buttocks, stroking the pale globes, parting the cheeks as his cock teased her front opening, brushing against the sparse hairs coating her mons, her bodys' nether lips swelling with blood and feeling sensitive with each brush of his cock between her legs.

Pulling back more, George freed himself from between her legs, grasping his cock and rubbing it against her rosebud, coating her own juices around the hole, his pre-cum leaving sticky strands as he rubbed the hot head over her skin. Wendy arched her back, pushing back against him in anticipation and George grinned.

"Patience my darling....almost ready...can you feel me?"

Sliding his hand down he pressed his thumb against the tight muscle, Wendy's bottom jumping as she reacted to the pressure, the muscle almost immediately relaxing as Wendy allowed him into her body, his thumb slipping in to the knuckle.

"That's my girl.....so tight....so hot..." Almost humming to himself, George positioned his weeping penis against the tight ring of muscle, pushing forward as Wendy pushed back, his cock slipping into her body with ease until he was fully sheathed in her heat, his breath leaving his body on a groan. With himself seated deeply in her bowels, George spread his own legs and rose up, one leg at a time until he was crouched over Wendy's bottom, his feet firmly planted on the bed, his body curved over her back, his cock pointing down into her backside. This deepened the penetration, straining him against the pull of her anus, strengthening the tension as he rutted and thrust into her. Wrapping his arms about her chest, he started to move, his feet either side of her knees, his own bottom upraised as he fucked her, her body thrown back and forth with each deep thrust, her hands now braced against the headboard to push back, increasing the tension. This position brought his climax on quickly, his balls slapping against her front opening, further stimulating her labia, his long fingers reaching around to fondle her, rubbing against her nubbin as he plunged in and out, his leg muscles corded with the strain, his lungs heaving.

When Wendy moaned and started to shake, George was not long following her over the edge, her spasming anus gripping his cock and pulling him inwards, his body jerking against her as it spent itself inside her body.

Almost at once he had to pull out, his cock still hard, his legs no longer able to hold the position, cramp already creasing his left calf. Shaking and jerking he held on to her, his face pressed against her back as he once more rubbed himself between her legs, fluid still spurting from his cock and coating her belly.

"Oh yes....wasn't that wonderful....so lovely..."

With his heart still thumping he pressed kisses against her spine, his body curled about her while she supported them both on her hands, her elbows locked. Lifting himself upright, he slapped her lightly on one cheek before clambering inelegantly off the side of the bed, his heart still hammering even as his cock softened and shrank. The air of the bedroom smelt of sex and semen, prompting him to pad over to the window and lift the sash, careful to keep the curtains still closed. Instantly a waft of cool air washed over him, raising goose bumps on his skin. Breathing deeply he turned back to the room, seeing the curve of his daughter spine as naked as he as she lay with her back to the room.

Walking back to the bed he ran a hand over her flank, marveling at the texture of her skin, of her hair, like silk.

"Get dressed Wendy......that'll do for tonight."

"Okay....did you bring a towel?" Her whisper sounded loud in the darkness.

Handing over the scrap of cloth he watched as she wiped herself off, between her legs and over her belly where his sperm glistened in the half-light of the gas lamp. After she handed it back, he wiped his body off as well, screwing up the cloth to dispose of later.

Pulling on his nightshirt he tossed hers onto the bed. "Here....pull this on dear..you'll get cold otherwise."

Rising up on the bed Wendy lifted her arms and slipped on the nightgown, tossing her hair over her shoulder to get it out of her face once she was again decently covered. As her father held up the covers, she lay down to let him cover her, tucking in the edges around her as he'd promised.

"Thank you Wendy.....you did very well. No more games tonight, so sleep."

Slowly her eyes closed and George smiled down at her, pressing his lips to her head in a final salute before padding out of her room and back to his own bed where his wife slept oblivious to the turpitude taking place under her roof with her eldest child.

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Unknown to either participant in this incestuous relationship, there was a witness to Wendy's continued corruption, a pair of eyes that saw every nighttime visit, who watched at first in shocked surprise, then with curiosity and wonder at the acts being performed in front of him.

Contrary to Wendy's belief, she had not been forgotten by the one person she longed to see again.

Peter Pan waited for the father to leave the room before approaching, the man having conveniently opening the window, an invitation that Peter was not going to turn down.

Stepping lightly into the dimly lit room, Peter alighted on the carpet, his bare feet sinking into the thick pile. He listened intently, ready to fly if the father returned. If the man kept to his previous pattern, Wendy would be left alone until the dawn, and possibly for several days before her father once more visited her in the small hours of the night.

Satisfied that the father was safely back in his own bed, Peter approached Wendy's, his eye darting around the room, his nose twitching as he inhaled the scents coating the air currents. Upper most was the smell of warm Wendy, her unique perfume familiar to him. Over laying that was the musky bitter smell of her father, muted but still evident as he crept closer to the bed. When he was close enough he reached for the bed covers and started to pull them back, sliding them off Wendy's shoulders revealing her to his gaze, her back to him. He was more than familiar with her body having watched her perform with her father, her dips and curves as well known as his own bodies form and shape.

When her sweetly curved bottom appeared from under the covers he held his breath, his minds eye replaying that nights activities, his body flushing hotly.

Not daring to touch her, Peter moved to the head of the bed and crouched beside her pillow, her long hair hanging over the edge of the bed, his fingers reaching up to rub it, marveling at its silky texture. After playing with the long strands he dropped them and rose up to lean over the sleeping girl.

"Wendy...wake up...."

Moving his mouth closer to her ear he tried again. "W-e-n-dy....wake up!"

Sighing but with her eyes still closed, Wendy turned on her pillow, seeking the owner of the voice. "Who calls me?" She whispered, even in her sleep recognizing that the voice didn't belong to her father returning to demand more of her body.

"It is I....Peter Pan come back to visit."

"Peter..." Wendy breathed his name, as if still dreaming. Peter grinned and leant forward, pressing his lips to hers.

Instantly Wendy woke up, her eyes flying open to find the object of her frequent musings not an inch from her face. "Peter?"

"'tis I....fair Wendy."

As if not quite believing that she wasn't dreaming, Wendy reached out a hand and touched his face, running her finger tips down his cheek and around his chin.

"It is you." She whispered, blinking at him.

"Aye....I came back for you."

She continued to run her fingers over his face, brushing over the curls on his head and over his ears, reminding herself through touch what he looked like, how he felt.

"Come away with me Wendy.....fly with me to Neverland..."

She regarded his earnest expression for a long minute before dropping her hand and rolling over, turning her back on him. Undaunted, Peter hopped on to the bed and lay down against the wall, facing her.

Finding her nose practically pressed against his, Wendy opened her eyes again and pulled back slightly to bring him in to focus.

"I can't go back to Neverland Peter."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't."

Peter chewed on his lip regarding her solemnly.

"Is it because of what you do with your father at night?"

Shocked Wendy opened her eyes wide, her mouth dropping open.

"How do you know about that....no-one is supposed to know, it's a secret!"

"Well I know...why does it have to be a secret?"

"Because.....it's wrong."

"If it's wrong, why do you let him do that to you?"

"You've seen us....what he....we....do?"

"Yes....lots of times....does it hurt? You sometimes wince when he sticks his thing in you...."

Still shocked to be having the conversation at all, let alone with Peter, Wendy rolled over to avoid facing him, her body one hot blush from head to her curling toes.

"You shouldn't have been watching Peter.....it was....private."

"You said it was wrong.....he's so.....old."

"He's my father...and he loves me...that's why he does..what he does."

"Do all father's do that?"

"I don't know."

"Does he do it to the boys too?"

"I-I don't know."

"Do you like it when he.....does that?"

"Yes...no...I....I don't know."

"Wendy?"

"What?"

"Why does he only use that hole.... and not your other one?"

Burying her burning face in the pillow she mumbled an answer that Peter couldn't understand. Leaning over her, he brushed her hair away from the side of her face.

"I could stop him, if you wanted me to....I could frighten him off so he'd never do that to you again."

Twisting her head on the pillow she turned back to face him, her hair masking her eyes.

"You would do that for me?"

"Of course.....just say the word."

Clearing her face of her tangling hair, Wendy rose up onto her elbow, staring down at Peter who lay on her pillow.

"It does hurt sometimes.....he used to use a special cream, but that got used up ages ago. It only hurts at the beginning, then it feels strange and tingly and so nice when he touches me down there. I know it's wrong and I haven't told anyone....and I wasn't going to, but you know, so maybe others know too. He doesn't mean to hurt me, and most of the time what he does, doesn't hurt at all....it feels special, and wonderful and shivery."

"But he's so big....and old."

"He's my father Peter.....he takes care of me, loves me....I can't tell him no."

"I wouldn't hurt you Wendy.....I'm not big or heavy or old."

"Why did you kiss me Peter?"

"Because he did, when you were sitting on his lap....he looked like he was eating you up."

"That's the way he kisses me....it feels wicked and naughty but he seems to like doing it."

"Do you like it?"

"Sometimes...it makes me all wet...down there."

"Oh....is that good?"

"It helps.......makes it easier when he...you know."

"Hmmmm." Peter thought about what she'd said before speaking again.

"You never said why he didn't use your other hole, the one in front."

"He said it was because I had to be a virgin when I married."

"Married?"

"When I take a husband....there's something inside me which proves I'm a virgin."

"What's a virgin?"

"A girl who's never had a man's thing put inside her...down there."

"But you have?"

"Not in that hole....only in the other."

"Oh."

Wendy wondered at herself having this strange conversation in the dark with the last person she ever expected to have in her bed. Peter was a mixture of naivety, curiosity and noble intentions.

"Have you ever.....done what he does, with your thing?" Wendy asked.

"No.....but when I watch him doing that to you...I want to."

Wendy bit her bottom lip, a naughty thought entering her mind.

"Do you want to do that?"

"What your father does...with you?"

"Uhuh."

Peter stared at her in the darkness, his body suddenly tense and tight, his senses suddenly heightened as he breathed in her warm scent, the feel of her breath against his skin and the warmth emanating from her body.

"I-I-I don't know."

"You do...don't you. That's why you're here now....you've been watching us and now you want to do that as well."

"Not if it hurts you I don't...."

"But you said yourself.....you're not as big as my father, or as heavy....which means we can probably do it face to face."

"Face to face?" Peter gulped, his body already several stages ahead of his brain.

"Father won't do it that way because he says it'll squash me, but I think he just doesn't want me to see his thing."

"Haven't you seen it?"

"No....only felt it....he won't let me touch it."

Swallowing hard, Peter sucked in a nervous breath.

"I-I'd let you touch mine."

"Would you really?"

"S-sure...."

"Alright....I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."

Feeling breathless, Peter clambered over her and stood beside the bed, his hand reaching up to release the slender vine holding up the top of his leaf covered clothes. As Wendy lay on her side on the bed, Peter untied his belt, dropping his knife, pipes and leather pouch to the floor. With Wendy's undivided attention, he peeled the leggings down over his knees, stepping out of them and kicking them to one side. The last garment he had to remove was a soft leather loin cloth which he untied and dropped to the carpet. Wendy watched it all with eyes that grew wider as each garment revealed his body to her. When he was nude she swung her legs over the side of the bed and reached up for the gas lamp, adjusting the flame higher to shed light on them both. What the light revealed made her gasp, her heart pounding as she rose to her feet and faced him.

Peter stood with his legs slightly apart, his hands resting lightly on his narrow hips, his head held arrogantly despite the pink blush staining his cheeks. As her eyes wandered over his body, he watched her reactions from under half closed eyes. Tentatively her hand reached out and swept over his shoulders, tracing the line of his collar bone, down the center line of his chest, darting across to touch one of his copper coloured nipples that jutted from his skin, instantly hardening when she touched them. He kept perfectly still as her questing hands ran down his arms, squeezing the muscles before returning to his torso, her palms resting over his belly button, feeling him tense the stomach muscles ridging his belly. As her eyes and hands wandered lower he felt himself stiffen, her fingers combing through the curl of hair above his sex before glancing against his hardness but not lingering. Peter swallowed hard, his body trembling as her hands stroked his legs, the muscles jumping from her touch.

Like a statue he stood still while she circled around the back, her fingers following her, trailing over his rounded backside, into the dip at the base of his spine then stepping like little feet up each indent of his back until she returned to his shoulders.

"Your skin is so soft Peter....I expected it to be rough...or hard, but its not....its soft."

"I bet yours is softer."

Once more facing him, Wendy loosened the ribbons holding the neck of the nighty together. Once undone the garment slipped down her arms and puddled on the floor leaving her naked in front of him.

"Why don't you find out?" She challenged, flipping her hair over her shoulder and lifting her chin.

Tentatively, Peter reached out his hand, his calloused fingers touching her on the shoulder as she had done, tracing the hard outline of her collar bone, the pulse at the base of her throat beating strongly.

"You feel soft too....like a petal."

Wendy stood still as his fingers explored her body, circling her small breasts, brushing over the nipples to make them harden before moving on. With his fingers spread wide he swept his palm over her ribs and belly, pressing against the soft rise before going lower, dipping a finger into her belly button and making her giggle.

"That tickles Peter," she whispered, before sucking in a breath as his hand descended to her sex, brushing over her short hairs and dipping between her legs, exploring the folds between.

"Oh Peter..."

"You're wet down there...."

"That's because this feels nice.."

As she had done to him, Peter put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to inspect the back view, his hands running down her back and over her bottom, resting the fleshy globes in his hands as if weighing them.

His inspection done, she turned to face him again.

"Wendy?"

"Hmmm?"

"You don't have to do this.."

"But you want to...don't you?"

"Er...yes."

"Then I want to."

Reaching out she took his hand, stepping back and climbing on the bed, Peter following, they eyes never glancing away until they lay, face to face, on their sides. Peter gently stroked her face, tucking her hair behind her ear before leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers. Slowly they explored each other's mouths, nipping and suckling on lips and tongues, the kisses going beyond the boundary of the mouth to reach the eyes and cheeks and chins. Suddenly impatient Peter pressed Wendy onto her back, his mouth trailing down her neck, biting and licking while his hand trailed down her stomach to her pubes, tugging on the hair, her hips rising up to meet him. Without him asking she spread her legs, his fingers dipping between to explore the folds and creases below, one curious fingers parting the nether lips and finding her hidden hole, probing and poking as his mouth explored the expanse of her chest, latching onto a pert nipple and sucking it onto his tongue.

Removing his wet finger from inside her, he explored further, stroking down between her cheeks for the puckered hole he knew was there. When he found it Wendy suddenly sucked in a breath on a gasp, the area still tender from her fathers ministrations.

Peter raised his head.

"Wendy?"

"It's just a bit....sore."

Instantly he withdrew his hand, leaving it resting between her legs over her sex but nothing more.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I know....I didn't expect it to be that way....I'm sorry..."

"Hey...its okay....there's still this one." Dipping his finger he pushed his finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around the intrusion.

"But......my father said...."

"Do you believe what he said?"

"I don't....know."

"Would you let me put my mouth there? I've seen your father do that and he seems to enjoy it."

"I guess so....if you want to."

"Do you still want to see my thing?"

"Oh yes.....I wonder..."

"What?"

"Well.......if you get up on your hands and knees over the top of me, you can see what I've got down there and I can see what you have up close."

Peter thought about it for a moment."Oh...alright. Lay still and I'll move."

After some shuffling and giggling, Peter rested on his hands and knees, poised above Wendy, his head over her pelvis and his sex dangling above her face. Ducking his head he stared back to see Wendy looking up at his exposed bottom with a look of surprised excitement on her face.

"You alright up there?"

"Oh yes....I've just never been this close....can I touch it?"

"Er....yes, if you want to."

While he watched, she reached up her hands, running them up the back of his thighs and bringing them inwards until they brushed his ball sacs, his buttocks clenching at the strange touch, his cock bobbing against his stomach as she explored him, her touch feather light and unsure.

"I'm not hurting you or anything?" She whispered as he clenched again.

"No...no...it feels nice."

Returning his attention to her body, he stared down at the flesh between her legs, already familiar with it from watching her father, he still took his time parting the flaps of flesh and marveling at the different colour and texture of her skin down there. As he explored, so did she, her fingers curling around his cock and drawing it down, her thumb running over the tip to smear the bead of fluid over the head, the skin pulling back as she petted it. Instinctively, Peter lowered his bottom to bring his penis closer to Wendy's face, her warm hands encircling his hardness as well as stroking and rolling his balls. To distract himself from what she was doing he lowered his head and stuck his tongue out to taste her, the warm scent of her musk enveloping his senses as he grew bolder, copying what he'd seen and lapping at her flesh, pulling the folds into his mouth then letting them go.

Wendy decided to play that game too, with his cock so close to her face she shifted slightly and touched the tip with her tongue, catching the drop of moisture leaking from the end. It tasted salty and she rolled the flavour around her mouth before swallowing.

"You taste salty," she whispered, reaching out again to lap at the head of his thing.

Lifting his head, Peter looked back at her, his mouth coated in her own fluids. "You taste sweet."

Emboldened Wendy held his hard flesh to her lips, letting the head slide across and back, her tongue curling around and along, eliciting a groan from Peter.

"Am I hurting you?" She asked, stopping her teasing but still with her hands wrapped around him.

"No....quite the opposite. Wendy, can I......you know."

"Oh....alright."

Carefully Peter lifted himself off Wendy and turned around so that he ended up laying between her legs, his weight on his elbows, his sex pressed against the round softness of her belly. Welcoming the feel of skin on skin, Peter lowered his head to kiss her, Wendy pulling away almost at once, her tongue snaking out to taste her own lips.

"Is that what I taste like?"

Running his own tongue over his lips, he smacked them together making her laugh softly. "As sweet as a Neverberry."

Wendy wrinkled her nose. "I don't think I taste sweet at all."

"I do."

Peter kissed her again, Wendy playfully teasing him by sticking out her tongue and licking his lips as he tried to dodge her, snatching kisses at the corner of her mouth and on her cheek.

With Peter's cock still hard against her belly, Wendy sighed and looped her arms about his neck, her legs lifting to wrap her thighs about his hips, opening herself for him.

"I don't think its too sore if you want to try now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Reaching down, Peter buried his fingers between her legs, coating his fingers in the slickness between her folds before trailing his fingers lower to find her puckered opening. As gently as he could, he stroked against it, feeling it flex as Wendy reacted to his touch. For her part Wendy consciously relaxed her body as his finger pressed against her opening, the muscle, already relaxed from her fathers penetration, gave easily for Peter's gentle probe.

"How does that feel?"

"Hmmmm nice.....make sure you use plenty of me on your thing before you try and put it in."

Shifting, Peter withdrew his hand from her bottom and wiped them on the sheet before gripping his manhood, lifting himself up on his free hand to allow him to rub the head over her slit, the wetness coating the head and making Wendy pull her knees back to open herself more.

With her hands resting on his shoulders, Wendy bit her bottom lip as he continued to circle her front opening, bumping against her nubbin with each pass.

"Please Peter..." She pleaded breathlessly, lifting her bottom for him to enter her.

Guiding himself to her back entrance, Peter wiped the head of his cock against the hole, liberally smearing her own lubrication over the skin before pushing forward, his much slimmer penis slipping inside her with little resistance.

With Peter nowhere near the girth of her father, his penetration of her body was far less traumatic, her heated depths drawing him in easily until they were joined seamlessly, Peter shuddering to feel her so closely encasing his sex.

"Oh Wendy.....that feels....you're so hot....gunh..." Incoherent from the sensation of being inside her, Peter could only shut his eyes and quiver from head to toe, his hips jerking with little thrusts as he accustomed himself to the new experience. Wendy felt quite comfortable, her legs lifting to wrap her calves about his waist, pushing his cock further into her as the move pulled him out. Feeling the drag of her ring of muscle against his skin made Peter thrust forward, burying himself again, grunting with the effort as she flexed her bottom, squeezing him inside her bowels.

Wendy started to rock back and forth, pulling Peter with her so that he slipped in and out of her, his movements at first slow and cautious, but after a few seconds he seated himself more firmly against her, bringing his knees forward to give him greater purchase as he pulled back before thrusting strongly into her. Flesh slapped against flesh as he drove himself in and out, Wendy clinging to him as his hands burrowed beneath her to clasp her bottom, pulling her even tighter against him while he fucked her, his pace picking up until he buried his face in her neck and with one final jerk pumped his essence inside her, pulsing as she squeezed her ring, his whole body shaking with his climax.

Panting he lay with his face pressed to her neck, his eyes squeezed shut as he rode out the after shocks, his cock still seated inside her. As he softened he slowly released her, Wendy lowering her legs as he pushed back, his penis leaving her body, instantly missing the heat. Lifting one of her legs out of the way, he crawled alongside her and flopped down, his arm wrapping around her waist as she snuggled her bottom back against him.

"Oh Wendy....I never thought....I didn't know."

"I suppose that's why he does it....it makes him feel the same way."

Her comment reminded him what had started all this in the first place and he growled against her shoulder, suddenly angry.

"I don't want him to do that again to you."

"But...."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No..."

"Was I rough, or too big?"

"Well...no."

"If you had a choice....who would you prefer in your body?"

"Peter.....he's my father."

"Then what am I?"

After a long pause, Wendy twisted her head to look at him.

"You could be.....my husband?"

"Husband?......Not pretend, but for real?"

"Well....it would have to be pretend for a little while, we're not old enough to get married."

"But we're old enough to do this."

"Yes....but I don't think we're supposed to do this....not until we're older."

Peter listened to the thump of her heart, his own beating a counter rhythm against her back.

"If you stay here...he'll come back, maybe tonight, and do that to you again.....hurt you again."

"I know....but he's my father."

"Do you want me to come back and do this with you again?"

"Oh yes......yes I would...I like kissing you Peter....and I want to do much more with you than I do with him."

"I want to do more too....."

"You could do anything you wanted....if you were my husband."

"I want to be, Wendy."

"Then you shall be Peter......my father cannot be my husband, but you can."

"Will that make you no longer a virgin?"

"Only if you put your thing in my other hole....where you put your finger."

"Would you like that?"

"I don't know....I imagine so....do you want to try tonight?"

"There's not much more of tonight left....already the morning star is low in the sky."

Shaken by a spasm of fear, Wendy clutched at his hands, her fingers lacing with his.

"I wish you didn't have to leave."

"I wish so too."

"Will you come back again?"

"If you wish it."

"Oh I do....please Peter."

"Then I will come back."

A sudden draft from the still open window swept over the bed making Wendy shiver despite Peter's heat behind her.

"I think you'd better go Peter....I need to get some sleep."

Sighing, Peter reluctantly released her fingers, uncoiling himself from behind her and clambering off the bed. Wendy reached up and turned the gas lamp down to barely on as Peter tugged and pulled his strange clothes back on, tucking his knife and pipes into his belt. Once dressed he turned and leant over the bed, his face in shadow.

"Leave the window unlocked Wendy.......I'll be back again tonight."

"Take care my father doesn't catch you Peter." Wendy whispered, suddenly alarmed at the thought.

Peter only grinned. "He's too old to catch me."

Pressing his warm lips to hers, Peter turned from the bed and padded over to the window, looking back over his shoulder for a last look at her before disappearing through the curtains and out the window, back to where he'd come from.

Thoroughly worn out by her long night, Wendy dragged her nightdress back on before pulling the covers back over herself, her eyes shut and her body asleep before her head fell back on the pillows.

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George Darling noticed the change almost immediately. After a heavy eyed Wendy appeared for breakfast, he waited for the family to go about their business, Wendy the last to leave the table, left alone with her father while he read the paper.

Taking advantage, he folded the periodical and lay it on the table, Wendy apparently too engrossed in her toast to pay much attention. Coming around to her side of the table he leant down, his arms reaching around either side of the chair to cage her, one hand cupping a breast through her dress while the other tilted her head towards him for a morning kiss. At the first brush of his hand against her she stiffened, resisting the pull of his fingers on her chin until he had to use real force on her, anger making him take her mouth roughly, his tongue thrusting past her lips before withdrawing, his hand leaving her chest as he drew back from her.

Pulling up a chair beside her he stared at her profile, watching a hectic blush stain her cheeks as she resumed her breakfast.

"What's this precious? Are we growing tired of our games?"

"No Father....I'm sorry....I'm a little tired."

"So it would seem. An early night for you tonight, and no story."

"If you say so Father."

"But I do...I can't have my beautiful girl all listless and heavy eyed. I need you able and willing for my.....attentions."

"Yes Father."

"Now kiss me.....then go tidy your room."

Dutifully lifting her face she submitted to his caress before rising from the table and leaving the breakfast room.

Shrugging off her behavior as an aberration, George returned to his perusal of the paper, checking his watch against the clock in readiness to leave for work. He smiled to himself, wondering what all the starched and stuffed shirts that he worked with would say if they knew their colleague, George Darling was fucking his delectable daughter.

Laughing to himself he took himself of out of the house for the day.

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Wendy lay staring up at the ceiling, nervously waiting for her father to come and kiss her goodnight. She had managed to avoid him during the evening but his nightly salutation was of too long a standing to avoid completely.

She didn't understand why she felt this way. She had welcomed her father on previous nights, loving the special attention, his special loving, expecting and anticipating his touch, the joining of their bodies, it felt exciting despite the discomfort and wrongness of it.

But now there was Peter and apparently his arrival was enough to make her change her mind about her father, to no longer want his big hands squeezing and pinching her skin, his large thing forcing its way inside her, stretching her uncomfortably. Maybe it was just about the difference between them, their size in comparison to hers, but she felt it was more than that, more to do with the way each made her feel.

Her thoughts were interrupted with the click of her door opening, her father slipping into her room, a smile stretching his thin lips upwards at the corners.

"All ready for bed?"

"Yes Father."

"I've decided to forego our story tonight in favor of a new game."

"New game?"

"Yes Wendy......" George sat down on the side of the bed, his hand coming up to stroke her head. "You've never seen what it is I put inside you, have you?"

"No Father."

"Well tonight, I'm going to show you....as well as let you touch it."

Wendy remained mute, staring up at him with wide eyes. Getting up off the bed George went back to the bedroom door and turned the key. Returning to the side of the bed he remained standing, his fingers busy undoing the buttons of his trousers. Delving into the folds of cloth he pulled out his cock, already semi hard.

"This is what goes inside you Wendy...isn't it impressive?"

Wendy lay looking at her fathers thing, noting how different it looked from Peter's, her father's having a large head already a deep purple and starting to leak as her father stroked it to hardness. Along its length it was ridge with veins, dark hair springing thickly at its base.

"It's very large Father."

"Touch it dear...."

Reaching out, Wendy tentatively touched the end, the heat palpable. George pulled her hand and wrapped around his cock, replacing his own, his forcing hers to move back and forth. "That's the way dearest....not too rough, back and forth, now a little quicker.....that's right."

Wendy's arm was starting to ache from the awkward position as she masturbated her father, his mouth dropping open as he panted, fluid leaking from the tip and smearing over her fingers, lubricating her strokes.

After a minute or two George stopped her. "That's enough for now Wendy...there's another way you can help me. Open your pretty mouth for me."

Already guessing what her father had in mind, Wendy pressed her lips together in mute protest.

"What is this? Reluctance my pet? Just open your mouth and I'll show you how you can make me feel so nice, almost as nice as your body does."

Again Wendy shook her head, her eyes wide as she stared up at him looming over her. George frowned, his hand already around his sex, stroking it to keep it hard.

"Don't be silly Wendy.....it won't hurt you....open your mouth."

Reluctantly she parted her lips, George leaning forward and over her, his hand guiding his cock to her mouth. "A little wider my love....that's it...now keep those pretty teeth out of the way.....ahhh."

Still gripping himself he pushed himself between her lips, feeling her tongue cradle him as he entered her mouth.

"Now close your lips around me and stroke it with your tongue....but don't bite."

Her mouth stretched to its limits, Wendy followed his instruction, his cock tasting salty-bitter and hot against her tongue, filling her mouth, her saliva bathing it wetly.

Slowly, he stroked himself in and out of her mouth, her lips dragging against his skin, teasing his hard flesh. He could see the head of his cock push out her cheeks when he pushed in, her full lips stretched thin around his girth. After what seemed interminable long minutes he pulled out of her mouth, her face feeling sore and stretched.

Panting George held himself, teeth gritted, until he felt back in control. "Very good Wendy.....but now I need to finish off....hop out of bed and bend over the side like a good girl....this won't take long."

He hadn't expected to use her again that night but his need was such, and her slight reluctance enough to goad him. As Wendy leant over the bed, he pulled up her nighty, exposing her backside. "Get up on your tip toes dearest."

Standing either side of her feet, George let go of himself and reached to part her white cheeks, her pucker flexing in anticipation of his intrusion.

Wendy had her face buried in the covers, her arms tucked against her chest as her father spat into his hand and smeared his saliva over her small hole then over himself. With little preparation he pushed the head of his cock against the pucker, Wendy relaxing the muscle to ease his entry. Inch by slow inch he slipped inside her, her tightness making him pant until he was seated fully in her heat.

"Oh yes....my beautiful girl.....my lovely girl....oh yes."

Bracing himself on the bed he proceeded to thrust into her, pulling back until he was almost out then plunging back in, pressing her into the side of the bed and grunting with each thrust. Compared to his usual preparation this was short and brutal and Wendy gritted her teeth against the pain. Thankfully it was soon over, her father jerking himself against her roughly as he expended his seed inside her, only pausing to let himself soften before pulling out and jerking her nightdress over her bottom again. When she turned around he was already tucking himself inside his trousers, his face flushed and shiny as he fumbled the buttons.

"Go to bed Wendy and sleep well.....I won't visit you again this night."

"Yes Father."

Walking a trifle unsteadily, George reached for the door and unlocked it, calling out a loud goodnight for the benefit of the household before shutting the door behind him.

Turning down the gas lamp, Wendy rubbed her sore bottom through the nightdress as she climbed into her bed, her mouth still feeling stretched and strange from having his thing inside.

She fell into an uneasy sleep, her dreams full of hands tugging her about, of fingers digging in to her body, of something choking her, filling her mouth until she gasped.

"Wendy wake up!" Peter's whisper awoke her and she stared about the darkened room, disorientated and fearful.

"Wendy it's me." Peter's voice came from her left and she turned her head to find him already on her bed, naked and golden, his eyes a dark green, a worried crease marring his forehead.

"Oh Peter....Oh I was dreaming..." Trembling from her troubled dreams, she reached for him and he wrapped her in his arms as she burrowed against him, her face pressed into his neck.

"Shhhhh Wendy.....its alright now....I'm here."

He rocked her gently, his warmth seeping into her and calming her. They lay clasped together for a long time, Wendy just needing him to hold her, Peter somehow understanding that need and not demanding anything more.

Feeling calmer, Wendy pulled back, Peter tucking her tousled hair behind her ears as he waited for her to speak.

"He was here.....tonight." Wendy told him, her eyes staring at a point somewhere in the middle of his chest.

Peter kept silent and waited for her to continue.

"He put his thing in my mouth. It was too big and hurt my lips."

Apart from a nerve ticking in his jaw, Peter remained mute.

Drawing in a breath Wendy raised her hand and started to circle her finger over his skin where her eyes were still fixed.

"Then he got me to bend over the bed....and he put his thing inside me."

Peter bit the inside of his lip, her finger starting to stir feelings inside him, his body already hardening.

"He didn't do what he usually does and I was dry.....it hurt."

Wendy's fingers stopped its circling, dropping to the covers, her eyes closing.

"Aw Wendy.....I'm sorry."

"I don't think I want my father to do that any more......"

"Then tell him to stop it."

"I can't......he's.....my father."

Peter lifted her lax hand off the covers and laced his fingers with hers.

"Do you want me to go?"

"No."

"Would it help the soreness if I kissed it better?"

Wendy opened her eyes and stared at him. "It's still dirty down there, he didn't give me a towel to clean up."

"I don't mind.....I'll clean you up."

"But it's nasty!"

"Nothing about you is nasty Wendy......but only if you want me to."

Blushing, Wendy nodded her head.

He helped her remove her nighty, pushing back the bed covers to give him room to move. She rolled onto her stomach, presenting him with her white bottom. Peter knelt beside her, his hands smoothing over the long planes of her back, stroking down her spine to the dip of her waist. He loved how her skin felt, like silky satin under his rough finger tips, his head bending to press kisses on her back as he worked his way down to her bottom. There he massaged the rounded globes, stroking over and down her legs, running his finger along the crease where her bottom net her thighs, dragging his fingers lightly along her join but not pulling the flesh apart.

"Spread your legs Wendy.....I'll kneel between them."

As she did so he knelt at the end of the bed and braced himself on his hands either side of her hips, placing his head directly over the seam of her bottom. Lowering his head he kissed and nibbled her bottom, nudging the cheeks apart to allow his tongue to dart in between, stroking wetly down her crack, over the tight skin, over the reddened pucker and down before sweeping backup again, his nose pressed against her soft flesh. After a couple of time he lifted his head.

"How did that feel?"

"It tickled....it was nice...."

Lowering his head he did it again, tasting and smelling her earthy scent, her puckered rose relaxing under his ministrations, his tongue dancing over the skin, soothing and petting. Freeing one of his hands he brought it down to between her legs, carefully feeling her folds, noting the slick moisture gathering there, dipping his finger in to coat them, then drawing them up her bottom and over her anus. He did this several times before returning his hand to the covers and lowering his mouth to her again, tongueing her crack and lapping up her bodies lubrication, cleaning her thoroughly.

Wendy started to squirm against his mouth, her body responding to his caresses, a need building in her for release from the tension.

Peter raised his head with a final kiss on one cheek.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No....but....I want more."

"More? Do you want me to put my thing in you?"

"Yes....but I want....more!"

"Wendy......do you want me to be a husband?"

"Yes!"

Rising up on his knees, Peter waited for Wendy to roll herself over, her legs parting to lay either side of him, her knees bent. Wendy raised herself on her elbows and stared down her body at him as he shuffled forward, his cock in his hand, poised to enter the one portal not violated by her father. They both watched as he rubbed himself against the opening, coating himself in her secretions before pressing forward between her nether lips to the hole hidden behind. This felt completely different to Wendy, his thing welcomed into her body as he slowly entered her. She was tight but well lubricated and Peter took his time, shaking slightly as he held himself steady. Wendy marveled at how strange it felt, her head falling back as he steadily advanced inside her, his thing hot and hard but silky as well. After a good third was inside her Peter felt something preventing him from going further, drawing back a little he surged forward, the barrier holding but giving as well. Too excited by the tightness and warm wetness, he withdrew and let go of himself, clenching his buttocks and thrusting this time, the barrier parting and allowing him to bury himself fully inside her heat. She pulsed around him, squeezing and releasing his cock like a velvet glove making Peter shudder and groan with the feeling.

Wendy had felt her body tear but it was buried under the avalanche of sensation swamping her as Peter sunk himself inside her to the hilt. She finally felt complete, that they fitted together as they should with no pain, no embarrassment, face to face as a husband should.

Slowly she drew her legs up to wrap around him and started to rock, Peter pulling out to thrust back into her, his upper body resting against hers as their hips moved together in a rhythmic dance, Peter's mouth kissing her everywhere as she wrapped her arms around him. This was right, this was as it should be, fitted together like two pieces of a puzzle, moving together in mutual excitement, their bodies knowing what to do while their minds blanked out under the tide of feeling sweeping over them.

As they ground together Peters body rubbed against her nubbin, sensitizing it and bringing her ever closer to the brink, his thrusts becoming deeper and faster as he raced towards completion, both of them clutching and gasping until Wendy flung her head back and keened, Peter burying his face against her chest with a final thrust that sent him over the edge, his hips bucking into her as he climaxed, expelling himself inside her tight heat, wracking him with shudders as she held him.

Feeling as weak as a kitten, Peter lifted his head and stared down at Wendy who lay beneath him with a smile tilting her lips.

"Are....are you alright?"

Wendy opened her eyes and looked back at him, her hand coming up to smooth one of his winged eyebrows.

"I am now."

Dropping his head to her breast he sighed thankfully. Shifting slightly to the side so as not to crush her, Peter gather her in his arms to cuddle her, her leg thrown over his hip, his penis slipping from her body to lay between them.

They lay for a long time just listening to their heartbeats slow down, Wendy warm and relaxed in her lover's arms, Peter dozing and sated, his love safe by his side.

"Peter?"

"Hmmmmm?"

"Do you still want me to come back to Neverland with you?"

"Am I your husband now?"

"Yes."

"And shouldn't a husband take his wife back home to where he lives?"

"Yes."

"Then yes....I want to take you back to Neverland....back home."

Wendy lay for a moment thinking.

"Would I ever have to come back here?"

"Not if you don't wish it."

"I'll miss Mother....and my brothers."

"Maybe we can come back and just visit them....if you want."

"I'd like that."

A silence stretched between them before Peter spoke again.

"Wendy?"

"Yes Peter?"

"Does this make me a man?"

"No Peter....you are still a boy, and I am still a girl."

"Will we grow up now?"

Wendy paused before answering him.

"I think I already have Peter."

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When George Darling slipped into his daughters room the next morning to wake her, he found her bed empty, the covers and sheets in disarray, the pillows crumpled. The room smelled of sex, of Wendy and someone else. Staring down at the bed he lifted the sheets to his nose, smelling Wendy on them, his eyes drawn to a wet stain near the center of the bed, its pink tinge shouting to him of its origin. White to the lips he touched the dampness, bringing the moisture to his lips and tasting. It was unmistakably Wendy, her bodies secretions along with her blood. The other taste was salty and musky, similar to his own but much lighter and less bitter.

Someone had been in her bed last night, in her body, fucking her while he slept in the next room, sticking his cock in her and taking her virginity while he slept oblivious down the hall.

And now she was gone. Frantic he searched her room, pulling the drapes wide to find the window open.

He had come back for her, the boy at the window, the one she had given her hidden kiss to, he had returned for her and taken her in every sense of the word.

White hot fury swept over George, his fists clenching as he ground his teeth. The villain had taken her away from him, taken her smooth body and white cheeks, her silky hair and hot hole, her plump mouth and wide blue eyes, all that was gone.

His beautiful, pliable, fuckable daughter was gone.

Dropping to his knees beside the bed he buried his face in the sheets, gathering them in his fists and bunching them against his nose and mouth, howling in frustration and rage. His wife entered the room to investigate the noise and stood dumbfounded as her husband writhed on her daughters bed, wrapping himself in the sheets, crying like a man demented before rolling over face down, his backside rising and lowering as he humped the mattress, the covers bundled beneath him.

Shocked, Mary Darling backed out of the room, already suspecting that her daughter was once more gone, taken back by the boy she had never really given up. Why she would have chosen to go, to leave her parents and brothers, was a question that Mary Darling started to suspect had something to do with her husbands wild behavior just witnessed in her daughters room. With nausea starting to choke her, Mary spun away and ran down the stairs, her mind rebelling at what her heart was telling her was the truth.

Upstairs George, unaware of his wife's presence or departure, fucked the bed sheets, his cock rubbing against the stained cotton until he exploded, adding his semen to the stains already evident, mixing his with hers and her lovers'.

Exhausted he slept, sprawled over the bed, oblivious to his wife making preparations, packing suitcases, marshaling the boys and ushering them out of the house, leaving her husband to wallow in his depravity while she took herself and what was left of her family to her sisters.

As the carriage pulled away, Mary Darling glanced up into the sky and prayed that Wendy was happy and safe wherever her Peter Pan had taken her.

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