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Tinkerbell, Peter's tiny little fairy, not only is jealous of other girls who Peter is friendly with, she plays her own erotic games with Wendy's brother John. (mf-teens, youths, m/fairy, nc, v, voy, mast, 1st, rom, movie-parody, fant, bd) *** From the Desk of Wendy: Dear mother goose, I was fascinated by some of the 'other, rest of the story' testimonies behind tales from your collection that were much more erotic than they were in the published fairy tale versions. I would like to add my own twist to the story about me and my little brothers flying off for a night with a magical friend to a fantasy land of adventure. What I experienced was not exactly as it turned out in the movie. I'm a great- grandmother now, and I think your readers can handle the way the rest of the story the way it actually happened. I don't remember how young I was when first my mother told me about Peter Pan. I think I was four or five. She told me stories about this imaginary place, Never- Never Land like talking about Santa Claus, where Peter Pan, dressed in green tights like one of Robin Hood's merry men, was an adventuresome teenage boy who never got older, leading a troop of orphaned 'Lost Boys', who never grew up. They had adventures chasing Indians, playing with mermaids, tricking evil kings, and fighting pirates. He could fly because his dedicated tiny little fairy sprinkled fairy dust on him, sparkling dust with magic properties that allowed anything it fell on to fly like a bird. Mother heard about Peter Pan and his Never-Never Land from her mother. In fact my grandmother had a sketchbook filled with renditions she created about Peter Pan and all who made their home at his island in the sky. As a small girl, I was fascinated by this magical imaginary boy. I used to fantasize going on romantic adventures with him. When I asked if Peter liked girls, mother and grandma would smile at each other, then answer me with a simple response that Peter like girls a lot, that he liked to have them with the with him during his adventures. In my mind Peter seemed like the most exciting romantic boy a girl could hope for. As I grew older, my younger brothers looked to me for guidance when mother and father weren't around. At night I would reiterate stories about Peter Pan's wondrous adventures that mother told me, even creating a few of my own. The stories got them excited about Peter Pan to the point of their play acting Pan's sword duels with that terrible Captain Hook and the pirates. Until I was thirteen, and John was eleven and Michael five, we all slept in the same 'children's room' in the attic. I enjoyed telling those stories to my brothers at night, and watching them play out roles from that tales. However, as we grew older, our 'natural urges' slowly began to mature in our thoughts. I secretly watched John rubbing himself in a way that apparently he found pleasing. Although I pretended not to notice, I was curious. Lying in bed I discovered the joy of rubbing myself like that. I would close my eyes and pretend it was Peter Pan rubbing me oh so erotically. Papa didn't know, but he thought I was getting too old to share a room with my brothers. I understood later, more than I did then, what it meant to grow up. My body was maturing, and I was beginning to feel desires within me that I didn't understand. Those desires focused on dreams of snuggling with Peter Pan during one of his adventure games. My brother John was also growing up. A few times when we would prepare for bed, we would watch each other taking off our clothes to put on night gowns. When John saw me naked, he usually blushed and looked away, pretending not to see. The times that I saw him, I was fascinated by his protruding boyhood. Likewise, I would blush and pretend not to notice, but I was fascinated. When I asked mother about what I had seen, she told me all about the facts of life – loves, romance, and babies. She urged me not to think about romancing my brother, emphatically warning that was a worst taboo, that could lead to deformed babies and a ruined personal reputation. Dear papa had a similar discussion with John about the birds and the bees. But, when we were in our beds, supposedly sound asleep, once in awhile I would hear a thump, thump sound from John's bed. The moonlight through the window illuminated his bed, where I could notice that, under his blanket, he was vigorously rubbing himself. Eyes closed and breathing hard, I was fascinated by the nature of his action. I would think about it, and start rubbing my own loins under my blanket. It felt nice, though a dampness would worry me that I might wet the bed if I continued. I felt excited at touching myself while watching my brother, but I kept thinking about my imaginary hero, Peter Pan. I wished he would take me away to Never- Never Land to romance me with as much enthusiasm as I observed with John's fantasizing. I never let on that I knew, but I understood why I needed to get my own room. I was about to be given my separate room because of me being a girl. PETER PAN'S SHADOW That's getting ahead of the story. Our experience with Peter Pan started a few days before the movie version began it. I just finished telling the boys one of mother's stories about Peter Pan and Tinkerbell saving the mermaids from a sea monster, then put out the light to go to bed. The boys were nodding off when out of the corner of my eye I caught movement near the window. I figured it was the wind, so I got up and shut the window. When I turned there was still shadowy movement. I noticed a darkness moving to avoid me. Flying around the room the dark silhouette slipped into an open dresser drawer to hide. Thinking it was some sort of bird, I closed the drawer, trapping it. I would release it in the morning. Back in bed, I glanced at a flittering firefly just beyond the window glass, something I found restful. I soon drifted to sleep. In the morning, after my brother's went downstairs for breakfast, I decided it was time to let the bird go free. Looking in the drawer, there was no bird; there was a shadow of a teenage boy that had the shape of Peter Pan. It was too bright in the room for the shadow to come out. Instead, it backed further into the drawer. I knew there and then that Peter Pan had been outside the window listening to our story time about him, that I had inadvertently trapped his shadow. What I thought was a firefly must have been the pixie, Tinkerbell, trying to rescue the shadow. I figured if I kept the shadow trapped, Peter Pan would return for it and give us a chance to meet. TINKERBELL AND BROTHER JOHN That night, after a few more stories to John and Michael, papa yelled for us to quiet down and go to sleep. I was happy to comply, because I was anxious to meet Peter coming back for his shadow. I left the window open so he could easily get in. Then, I could close the window and trap him. After waiting anxiously a half hour, Michael was sound asleep, but John was still awake rubbing himself. I grimaced. If there was movement, the elusive Peter probably would not come in. Suddenly, that brightly sparkling firefly entered the window, flittered around the room here and there It then came to a rest on top of the dresser. Standing still on a hand mirror, I could see that the firefly was indeed the blond little pixie, Tinkerbell, Peter Pan's fantasy companion. I was thrilled. They weren't imaginary. I lay perfectly still, pretending to sleep. I wanted to wait to jump up and close the window until Peter came in looking for his shadow. I lay watching the glowing little pixie. About three inches high with gossamer insect-like wings, she had a sexy woman's shape covered with a short green dress. I noticed John sitting up, quietly watching her, as she pranced around the mirror admiring herself. She shook her head with an expression that signaled she was unhappy with her shapely hips. I caught my breath when John gasped, looking at the little fairy with rapped fascination. Surprised at first, she was preparing to fly away. However, then she noticed the tented sheet covering his mid section. She immediately surmised John aroused excitement at the sight of her body curves. She smiled and winked at him. She did a little ballerina dance on the face of the hand mirror. She turned to face him, winked again, and then pulled up the hem of her tiny dress to expose the hairless femininity between her legs. With mouth agape, John reached under his sheet to vigorously massage his own boyhood. Mother had not warned me that Tinkerbell was a naughty little fairy. She was enjoying John's uneasy arousal at seeing her body. She then opened her leaf like dress and let it drop to the mirror. Her tiny little bulging breasts sported pinpoint nipples, while between her shapely hips was a puffed out tightly nestled vagina, all very arousing for John. I quietly blushed at this naughty show designed to taunt my brother. Lifting from the hand mirror with her wings fluttering faster than I could see, Tinkerbell flew to John, and lifted the sheet to expose his stiffly protruding boyhood. John's night shirt was already pulled up to his stomach. I continued to lay motionless. Shocked and captivated by what I was seeing, I didn't want do anything to spoil my chance to meet Peter Pan. Signaling John to lay back, Tinkerbell landed on his leg. She then rubbed her hands along the sides of the erect boyhood. Tinkerbell wrapped her arms and legs around his shaft, then, with her wings fluttering rapidly, she began sliding up and down his penis. I held my breath watching John's contorted expressions, amazed at what I was seeing. Within a minute John's member began to vibrate and swell, liquid leaking out, then the eruption. A glob of white liquid squirted up in the air, then fell back on the head of the erotic pixie. Weighted down with the sticky liquid, she stopped rubbing him, stumbled back, and sat down on John's tummy. John continued squirting two more times before it subsided, as he sat silently staring at the naked female fairy standing on him. The effect of watching all of this was a special arousal deep inside me, creating a tingling warm dampness within my groin. I was curious in the extreme as to how wonderful sex would feel, but I also felt guilty and embarrassed because I had been taught that behavior was so wrong for unmarried children. I felt bad for feeling so good. It was wrong to think about mating drives as young as I was, and especially bad to get excited watching my own brother. I decided to pretend I had never seen anything. Tinkerbell wiped much of the liquid off herself, flew back to the dresser, and put her dress back on. She then flew out the window and disappeared. Peter Pan had not come in. John looked around at Michael, snoring, and me, pretending to be asleep. I felt excitement for John, getting his first sex. Admittedly, she was too tiny for intercourse satisfaction, but he had ejaculated and enjoyed. I remained silent to avoid an embarrassment that would ruin the moment for him. I just watched as he cleaned himself up, and pulled back his sheet. There was another round of thumping under his covers. Then he fell asleep. I waited for Peter Pan to do the same for me, but he didn't come that night. I finally fell asleep also. MEETING PETER PAN Peter came the next night, along with Tinkerbell, trying to reclaim his missing shadow, after mother and papa went out to a social event. That is where the movie begins. This time their intrusion startled all of us awake. Once they calmed down, Peter explained that they had been outside listening many times to the stories I told of his adventures, because I was such an entertaining story teller. I was thrilled that he liked me and the way I told his stories. John did not say anything about his escapade the night before with Tinkerbell, and the pixie ignored him. She was much more upset with Peter's attention to me. I busied myself recovering his shadow from the drawer to reattach it to Peter. Although she was playful with boys who found her sensual, Tinkerbell was especially attracted, bonded to Peter. She was jealous of any other female he paid attention to. She acted to try to dissuade his attraction to me, but because of his fascination with my story telling, and his sudden friendship with me and the boys, he ignored her protests. Peter offered to take us all to Never-Never Land for our own adventures with him, his island in the sky where he never had to grow up. I was thrilled. Peter Pan was real. He was cute and charming just as mother told me. Sprinkled with pixie dust, we followed him out the window, through the air above London, and off into the sky, toward the second star on the right, we were to fly on until morning for our trip to his island of fantasy. It was a long trip, and we drifted along sleepy faced, but wide awake and excited by what we were trying to do. John and Michael were bubbling with excitement. Peter chatted, telling us some of his stories, explaining to John and Michael there was great fun ahead for them with the Lost Boys. Tinkerbell flittered back and forth among us on the way. John watched her with a lecherous fascination. I was amused at his infatuation with the tiny fairy. Then I remembered that I had not worn any panties under my nightgown. I blushed with embarrassment at the realization. John and Michael, following me through the air, were oblivious. Peter, however would drift from ahead, beside, and back of me, then beside me again. Without looking obvious, I watched him watching me. When he was behind me he gazed at my exposed body. He pretended not to look, but he was smiling, and the sudden bulge in his trousers telegraphed his arousal. I blushed more. I thought of my mother's warning that boys are easily aroused by the sight of a girl's private parts. I did not speak of it, and he talked of other things. He told me that he had taken my mother, Mary, to Never Never Land twenty years ago when she was my age. On that escapade they had enjoyed an adventure with forest bandits, similar to Robin Hood's Merry men, who captured them for a short time. Peter told me I was as pretty and entertaining as my mother had been. I was secretly thrilled that he found me appealing, though I knew if he tried to romance me I would be too frightened to do anything about it. The hard part was Tinkerbell's obvious jealousy towards the way Peter and I were quickly becoming close friends. ARRIVAL AT NEVER NEVER LAND When we arrived, the adventure began with a rest stop on a cloud overlooking the lagoon with Captain Hook's pirate ship at anchor. Playing tour director, Peter pointed out the various parts of the island. Meanwhile, down in the harbor, Captain Hook, obsessed with a passion for revenge against Peter, began firing cannon at us. Peter helped us duck the cannonball while he openly taunted the pirates. To protect us from danger, he told Tinkerbell to lead us inland to their secret hiding place in a cave beneath an old dead 'Hangman's' tree. Upset with my intrusion, Tinkerbell was red with jealous rage. She darted ahead of us across the island, quickly getting to the hideout while we were still drifting in the air. She instructed the troop of 'Lost Boys' that she was being chased by a Wendy Bird, that Peter wanted them to kill the bird if they could. They tried with their kid's weapons, and disrupted our flying with a barrage of projectiles. Knocked off balance, I fell from high up, and would have been killed if Peter hadn't caught me just in time. You remember the movie. Peter was angry with Tinkerbell for wanting to kill me, so he banished her for awhile. He put concerns for Tinkerbell to the back of his mind, and introduced me and my brothers to the 'Lost Boys', who were his own squad of playmates. The Lost Boys were a half dozen abandoned orphans Peter had rescued from a World War I battle zone. Since John was older than any of the never aging Lost Boys, Peter had him lead the Lost Boys and Michael on an adventure mission to capture Indians. This left me alone with Peter. He wanted to take me for a tour of the island. We would have a picnic, after which he wanted to introduce me to the mermaids. He explained that they were all girls about my age, promising they would like me. He suggested I bring a bag of my cookies to give them. He filled a satchel bag with sandwiches and drinks and handed me a picnic blanket, then led me from the hideout. We flew up and over the forests of the island, giving me a bird's view of the land below. It was beautiful and exciting and I was having fun just being there. For a picnic spot we flew up above the clouds to a meadow on the highest hill overlooking the island. Peter pointed out the sights down below; the Pirate's cove with Captain Hook's ship at anchor, the Mermaid Lagoon that we would visit after lunch, the peninsula with an Indian Village that the Lost Boys were trekking towards through the forests. Sitting on the blanket, while enjoying the view, he chattered on with stories of his island, tales of adventure and exploration and games and fun. The Lost Boys were all abandoned orphans, so they were happy to be at Never Never Land where they never had to grow up, never had to mind grown-ups. I had a million questions. Some of his stories my mother told me when I was younger. Did he know mother? The food they had – where did it come from if Peter and the Lost Boys did not have to struggle for it? If one of them got sick who took care of them. He winked at me, telling me that I would know in time. I was enthralled as I listened to his tales about fighting pirates and getting captured by Indians. Looking at his apparent age of twelve, I puzzled about how old he really was. I asked about his adventures with my mother, and his responses were entertaining, yet not revealing. He didn't want to talk about how closely he dealt with my mother or the other girls. Finishing the sandwich, I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around my knees for balance. While he continued, he seemed to be intently staring at me as he chattered on with his adventure stories. Then I noticed the bulge in his pants. I remembered that I had no panties under my nightgown. I adjusted my position to cover my modesty. Neither of us spoke of it directly. I was embarrassed for exposing myself so terribly, but secretly thrilled that Peter was excited by what he had seen. I was also embarrassed to be feeling so excited. I continued asking questions about where Tinkerbell and the magic of the island came from, at least until finally he said, "You ask too many questions. Lets explore the island first. We can talk again when we finish." MERMAID LAGOON We packed up our picnic then flew off the bluff heading to the peaceful blue waters of Mermaid Lagoon. Music wafted through the air as we arrived. We found that two of the girls had ukuleles made from turtle shells, that they were playing tunes for the rest of them to sing along with. They stopped singing when we landing on flat rocks sticking up above the water's surface. They were excited to see Peter. Leaving the ukuleles behind, they swam towards us. We were quickly surrounded by the most beautiful teen mermaids you ever saw. Smiling and giggling, these mermaids were girls above the waist and dolphins below the hips. I had expected normal modesty from them, like shown in the movies. These girls wore no covering for their breasts, no clothing at all. I surmised living in an aquatic environment dictated that clothing was cumbersome. I think all any of them wore was seashell necklaces. Their breasts were petite, bigger than mine at the time; still developing teen mammaries, conical with puffy pink areoles supporting red raisin like nipples. I blushed at their nakedness, but what could I say. I was a visitor in their domain, total dependent on Peter while at Never-Never Land. At first they ignored me. They were excited and anxious to compete for Peter's attentions. I kept quiet and watched. What the movie did not go into was how sensual their efforts were to flirt with Peter. Peter sat on his rock to chat with them as they surfaced from the water. I think he was surprised when Breeze, a blonde mermaid, jumped up on the rock beside him, giving him a big hug. Aqua, another, jumped up in his lap, and was more forward. She kissed him, then took his free hand and pressed it to one of her breasts. I was stunned, watching his hand squeeze the ample mammary as if it were a water balloon. That contact that made her start to giggle. Her nipple popped out like a tiny peg from its puffed up areola. His fingers shifted to the peak, tweaking her nipple. Affectionately, she leaned into him to nibble on his ear. That erotic display made me quietly gasp, blush, and turn away. I suddenly felt like I did not belong. The other mermaids chuckled at the coupling, crowding in a little closer, wanting their turn. Red haired Aqua giggled, winked at Peter, and then whispered something in his ear. Simultaneously with her whispering, she pulled his hand from the molestation of her teen breast, down her mid section to the dolphin-like slit where her loins would have been. Aqua released his hand, having placed it where she wanted, and slid her own hand between Peter's legs to massage his boyhood. I could see her smiling with mouth opened slightly, eyes closed, cheeks flushed. Oblivious to the surroundings, Peter was enjoying the two way arousal. The other mermaids watched closely in anticipation of their turn to be amorous with Peter. I had been curious how mermaids made love. Suddenly I knew. Their genitalia were like dolphins, and they could be aroused by a mate's physical contact the way mother had told me that a girl could. I suddenly felt sympathy for Tinkebell's jealous rage, but I also felt an escalating desire within me, mixed with an embarrassment at this uninhibited sexual show. I'm sure it would have gotten out of hand had I not cleared my throat and turned to look away. Peter moved his hand from her vulva to her waist, clearly announcing that he would like the mermaids to meet Wendy, a new friend from London. He announced that I brought cookies to share with them. This is when the mermaids actually noticed me, a girl with legs, being taken around the island by the boy they wanted to flirt with. They were suspicious. Like Tinkerbell they were jealous of the competition I threatened. I was beginning to question my own convictions. Peter had not even hinted trying to do any mischief with me, other than for me to come with him for sight seeing adventures. But Tinkerbell, who had gotten erotic with my brother, was jealous of me being his friend. So were these mermaids, and their flirtatious acts with Peter were openly sexual. Peter was obviously receptive to their suggestions. He would have gone further if I had not been there. Should I violate my own behavior codes, and be more aggressive with Peter. While I pondered, I quietly offered the bag with cookies. One of the mermaids swam close and splashed me with her tail, wetting me and the cookies. The other mermaids decided to have a little fun at my expense, also by splashing me and trying to pull me in the water. I needed Peter's help to avoid being drowned by his aquatic girlfriends. We would have stayed a little longer, but everyone heard the sounds of Captain Hook and Mr. Smee rowing a boat past the Lagoon. The mermaids, fearful of the threat posed by Hook, abandoned their flirting with Peter and disappeared under water. SKULL ROCK Peter flew with me from the Lagoon, following the rowboat that the two pirates were using to transport a tightly bound prisoner, Indian Princess Tiger Lilly to Skull Island. In the movie young Tiger Lilly was outfitted in a buckskin dress that covered her modesty, but the way I actually remember it, she wore little more than a colorful- loin cloth supported low on her hips with a strip of leather. The top of the loosely hung cloth barely covered her pubic mound. Moccasins on her feet, a head band with a feather in her hair, and a beaded necklace around her throat made for a beautiful, bronzed, nearly naked girl of my age. Small conical breasts were topped with chocolate colored nipples. With her arms tied behind her back, she silently stared at her captors. Smee rowed the boat into the water caves within the Skull shaped rock island, where Captain Hook placed the bound young girl on a rock outcrop rising barely above the waterline. Peter secretly flew inside the rock cave. We perched ourselves on a rock outcrop to watch as Captain Hook questioned Tiger Lilly about the location of Peter's hideout. Tiger Lilly did not speak. Using his hook, the Captain probed her loin cloth, pressing the cloth into her labia. She squirmed to resist. He lifted the hook to rub the cool steel against her exposed nipples. She nearly fell from her perch in reaction. The captain announced that if she did not cooperate, the incoming tide would soon make it too late for her. That is when Peter distracted the inquisition by taunting the Captain into a sword fight. Although Hook was a master swordsman, older and bigger than Peter, Peter had the advantage of speed, agility, audacity, and the ability to fly. When Hook forgot the laws of gravity, he fell in the water. Waiting for him was the tick-tock of the crocodile that had taken Hook's hand in an earlier confrontation. Hook and Smee had to row like the wind back to their ship to evade the hungry predator. Peter laughed with amusement at the chase. I distracted him by pointing out that Tiger Lilly's head was about to go under water. Looking at the threatened Indian, Peter rescued her just in time. INDIAN VILLAGE With Peter carrying a smiling Tiger Lilly, we drifted up, and then flew out of Skull Rock, up through the clouds, then across the island to the Indian Village. Approaching the collection of teepees, I noticed that the entire tribe was having a celebration, a dozen warriors around a pole in the village common, dancing in a circle waving torches in the air. The rest of the tribe watched the dance from a larger circle. I was excited that we were about to join a party. Then I noticed something disturbing. At the center of these concentric circles was a huge wood pole, and tied to the pole were the Lost Boys, along with my brothers, John and Michael. A sudden sense of panic pulsated through me, a feeling that we were approaching a macabre disaster. I swallowed hard, continuing to follow Peter as he dropped to the Common near the pole, and let Tiger Lilly go on the ground. The Indian Chief raised his hand with a motion to stop the dancing, For the moment, the entire tribe stood motionless and silent. The Chief stared then smiled. His daughter was safe. Tiger Lilly explained how she had been captured by Captain Hook, and then saved by Peter. The chief told us that we had arrived right on time, that his captives were to be burned at the stake if Tiger Lilly were not returned by sundown. With the safe return of the Indian Princess, however, the event changed to a celebration party. The captives were released, and a bonfire was started to provide light and warmth for the party. The Chief gave Peter one of his feathered headdresses, announcing that Peter would henceforth be known a Chief Flying Eagle, that the tribe owed him much gratitude for saving Princess Tiger Lilly. The tribe then began celebrating with us. The Chief led his braves sing a round of native songs about life as a red man. He then invited everyone to a festival. I quietly watched as several Indian boys invited the Lost Boys to play a game of kick ball on the common. This is a game they had played many times before. The Chief had Tiger Lilly and her mother and older brother sit with Peter and me in an open air circle with him. The village squaws busied themselves preparing food for everyone, first bringing wooden bowls filled with treats to the six of us. As the Chief thanked Peter for once again saving his daughter, and smiling at his squaw, he hinted that Tiger Lilly would show her appreciation to Peter. I was curious. If this was once again, how many times had Peter rescued her. How was she to show her gratitude? It started with her leading him near the fire, where she started singing a forest song about romance, a song Peter immediately joined in singing. Sea Hawk, Tiger Lilly's brother, started talking to me to tell me about how well they knew Peter and the Island, while Peter and Tiger Lilly joked and laughed with each other. Tiger Lilly's loin cloth barely covered her pubic area, her small conical naked breasts jiggling with her laughter in front of the whole village. The customs this tribe followed must be far different than what I was used to in 1920 London. I tried to concentrate on listening to Sea Hawk, who like his sister, wore a loin cloth that barely covered his manhood. I felt a tingling sensation thinking about what I would see of him without the loin cloth. Once again, I was ashamed of myself for harboring such thoughts. I looked beyond our little circle to see what my brother was doing. I thought he would be playing kickball with the Lost Boys, but he was otherwise occupied. One of the young Indians had kicked the ball so that it flew straight at him, hitting him in the belly. He fell back on his rump, the wind knocked out of him. There was a pause in the game as he picked himself up, hobbled to the side and sat on a log to watch and catch his breath. A couple of Indian maidens took an interest in John, fascinated by his top hat and glasses. They brought him a platter of roast rabbit and fruits. They sat down beside him to nibble the food with him. I smiled at his wide-eyed stare at their petite naked breasts topped with dark raisin like nipples. There appeared a bulge in his night shirt that made obvious his arousal. I smiled at my brother's predicament. So did the two maidens. They looked at their elders for signs of what they should do about this. Apparently there were signals to reward John, for each one took hold of his arm. They briefly looked at the kick ball game, around at the expressions on the faces of the village elders, and at the chief. Giggling to themselves, next they stood up, and led John to a nearby teepee and disappeared inside. I was curious to know what they planned to do with my brother. Michael, my littler brother remained with the kickball game trying to help the Lost Boys win the game. Other Indians started chanting a song, dancing a celebration around the crackling bonfire. Peter, the feathered headdress on his head, started dancing behind Tiger Lilly around the circle. His tights were bulging, but no one seemed to find it unusual. I turned my attention back to Sea Hawk, to listen to his story about hunting expeditions with Peter. I checked again the dancers. Peter and Tiger Lilly weren't there. I didn't know where they went until Peter explained later during our trip back to London. Sea Hawk told me that the whole family was happy Peter had saved her from Hook's murderous intention. They all felt badly that they had tormented the Lost Boys with the threat of burning. Since Tiger Lilly had always been sweet on Peter, her folks wanted her to show her appreciation for being rescued. What I did not see was that she led Peter to the tall meadow grasses beyond the village. Not far from a hill where the sulking little Pixie was watching what took place. I found out from Tinkerbell later what she saw go on between Peter and Tiger Lilly. In the privacy of the meadow, in the midst of Peter telling her a humorous story, Tiger Lilly kissed him in a way they both liked. Lightly at first, then she kissed him passionately as she pressed her nearly naked body against his. When she felt his stiffened boyhood press against her abdomen, she backed up to look at the bulge. She smiled, loosened the leather string holding her loin cloth to her hips, then let it drop to the ground, leaving her completely naked. Acting as he stood silently staring with his silly grin, she squatted before him, saying nothing. She loosened the leather strap he used for a belt, helped him remove his tights, giving her a view she was looking for. His stiff boyhood, free from the restraints of pants, sprung to a fully erect shaft. Peter stood, his head back with an open smile, as she started to massage the four inch shaft with her deft fingers. Between her legs the hairless bronze pubic lips began oozing wetness in anticipation. Peter had her stand so they could kiss again. She continued to rub his throbbing boyhood. Peter reached down, reciprocally rubbing her pubic mound. When she adjusted her stance to spread her legs a little, two of his fingers slid within the folds of the damp slippery crevasse. She moaned as his tweaked her clitoris. Rubbing the nub for several seconds, he then pushed a finger into the warm uterus opening. Tiger Lilly's family knew what was going on, but paid no attention what so ever. Sea Hawk continued to tell me other stories about the island to keep me busy, offering me more food, trying to see if I could be charmed. Mostly he kept me busy to allow Tiger Lilly time to be with Peter. In the meadow, Peter had Tiger Lilly lean over a log, so that he could approach her from behind. Holding on to her hips, he slid his throbbing shaft under her rump. Between her legs, he slowly slid his shaft upward, parting the lips of her vagina. He reached his hand to guide himself into her warm, moist opening. Then, with hands on her hips, rubbing her rump, he pushed his penis is an inch or two, pulled back and pushed a little deeper. He continued to pump, with a slow rhythm, more deeply inside her with each subsequent stroke until he was as far in as he could go. She squealed with delight, flooding her aroused uterus with warm love juices. Peter kept pumping the probe within her. The internal muscles of her uterus squeezed and massaged during the coupling, until after a few minutes she trembled with a cascading climax. Just then his shaft squirted several surges of white sticky liquid. It erupted, stopped, then erupted again three times. Tiger Lilly moaned with ecstasy through it all. Finally, he pulled out, collapsing to the ground to lean back against the log. Tiger Lilly sat next to him, snuggling with her arm around him. They sat naked holding each other, smiling as they regained their strength, watching young birds on a branch nearby chirp a melody for them. Finally, getting up and dressed again, they wandered back, hand in hand, to the feast at our bonfire. Tinkerbell, watching from her perch on a bush on a nearby hill was now upset about his attention to Tiger Lilly as well as me. She was getting more upset with time, but before she could react, Mr. Smee snuck up on her, and threw a leather bag over her. He then left the area to take her back to the ship. I wasn't sure whether my discomfort was embarrassment or jealousy, but I pretended that it did not mean anything. I had listened half-heartedly to Sea Hawk's stories when Peter and Tiger Lilly returned to our little circle. They were properly dressed, but displaying silly grins. At the same time, the two maidens came out of the teepee where they had taken John. Giggling with each other, one was wearing his top hat, the other his glasses. John remained in the tent. John told me later that, because of his obvious erection, the maidens had been signaled to reward him erotically. This was the tribe's way of offering retribution for having nearly burned him at the stake. Inside the teepee the two girls, Mountain Flower and Little Rabbit, stood before John smiling. Just as Tiger Lilly did for Peter, the two young maidens dropped their loin cloths from their already nearly naked bodies. They still had their headband, feather, and beaded necklaces. Younger than Tiger Lilly, their breast were not developed, except for bulging nipples. Their bald public mounds glistened with a dampness. John stared open mouthed without uttering a word. This brought more giggles, and signals from the girls for him to remove his night shirt. The girls, squatting on either side, had him sit back on a bearskin blanket. They then took turns holding his shaft and masturbating him. Then, just when he thought he would explode, Mountain Flower bent down over his legs, and started licking his shaft as she massaged it with her hand. Finally, she wrapped her mouth around the head and began sucking. He quickly erupted, his juices dripping from her mouth. As she cleaned herself, Little Rabbit pushed John down to lie on his back. His boyhood was still stiff, so she positioned herself over his hips, and guiding him with her hand, lowered herself so that his erection penetrated her. As she descended on him, she began rotating her hips. Balancing herself with her hands on his chest, she began moving her hips up and down to get a pumping rhythm that would quickly bring them both to another climax. Once he had been properly rewarded, they each kissed him, put their loin cloths back on, and went out. John lay where he was for a few minutes, his thoughts swimming with the aftermath of the unanticipated ecstasies of his first intercourse. He was overjoyed. After a few minutes, he too got himself together and returned to the bonfire. DISAPPOINTMENT Despite Sea Hawk's attempts to entertain me, maybe to seduce me, I wasn't interested. I came to Never Never Land to be with Peter. I was disappointed that with the mermaids and the Indians I was out of place. I wanted to go home. I quietly got up to disappear from the party and go back to the hideout. In a while, Peter and my brothers and the Lost Boys returned, singing the Indian dancing songs as they came in, all happy from their fun. That's when I started telling John and Michael it was time to go home. Peter argued that we all had it great there, that at Never Never Land we never had to grow up. I countered with stories of my mother and a caring home – that it was fun here for awhile, but I would miss home. I wanted to grow up when the time comes. I must have been convincing, because John and Michael and all the Lost Boys followed me out of the hideout, leaving Peter by himself. Peter called to us, "Go if you must, but you will miss this place, and can never come back." He was upset that I was breaking up his happy team. PIRATES To our surprise, Captain Hook and his pirates were waiting for us outside the hideout tree. They grabbed us, gagged us, and tied us up as we each came out. They had captured Tinkerbell while we were at the Indian Village. Feeling low and angry, because Peter had banished her for trying to hurt me, she felt isolated. She was also upset because of his attention to me and Tiger Lilly. Captain Hook empathized, offering to capture me and ship out with me as a hostage. With Wendy out of the picture, it would make it easier for Peter to be with Tinkerbell again. When the Captain promised not to lay a finger, or a hook, on Peter, Tinkerbell showed the captain on the map where the hideout was at Hangman's Tree. He picked up the pixie, locked her in a glass enclosed ships lantern, then led his band of pirates across the island to the hideout, where we were captured when we came out to find a way to go back to London. The pirates tied me and all the boys to the main mast on their ship, then offered us a choice – sign on as pirates with his crew or walk the plank. Cut loose to make our choices, the boys were scrambling to sign on rather than drown. When I resisted, stating a faith that Peter would save us, it brought the scramble to a halt. Instead of an angry response, the captain laughed. He had left a wrapped gift for Peter, from me, at Hangman's Tree with a tag stating not to open until six o'clock – when the bomb inside was timed to blow him up. We should hear the deafening explosion within the next three minutes. The Lost Boys were stunned that their friend and leader was in eminent danger. I was angrier than I had been, and braced myself to reject any overtures offered by the pirates. Upon hearing the revelation from her lantern prison, Tinkerbell began bouncing the lantern about. Knocking it over, she broke the glass panels. Without being noticed, she dashed off into the evening sky to save her friend. Peter was about to open the gift, but Tinkerbell got it away from him barely in time. The resounding explosion nearly killed her. We didn't know at the moment, the distant explosion sending out a blast of air that rocked the ship. As far as I knew, Peter was dead. I was horrified. Captain Hook then repeated his offer; sign as a pirate with his crew, or walk the plank. The puzzled boys looked to me for how to respond. I stood firm, stating that I'd walk the plank. He glared at me, then motioned to a couple of his pirates to grab my arms. "You won't get away that easily, Miss Wendy!" He drew his sword, and with a couple of deft slices, he popped off the buttons on the front of my nightgown. The two pirates pulled open the fabric, revealing my goosebumpy, trembling naked body. I felt a sense of terror, embarrassment, and rage. My brothers had scared looks of empathy. The pirates gawked with devilish grins. I could sense my nipples harden with the breeze, my vaginal lips puckered tightly, and a cold shiver deep inside me. Not only had I just lost a friend, but his killers were stripping me of any dignity, and all of them were about to violently rape me in front of my little brothers. I felt sick to my stomach. Life is sweet, and I would miss growing up, but I couldn't submit to this. It would be better to be dead. The Captain smiled, reaching with his hook to rub the point within the bare lips of my pussy, making cold steel contact with the clitoris. It felt terrible, and intensified my rage. Arms held by the pirates, I grimaced, glared at the Captain, then kicked up with my knee. I felt a hard crunch where I made contact. Captain immediately backed away. Reaching to protect his battered testicles, he stabbed himself in the groin with his own hook. The baffled expressions on the crew told the story. They were looking forward to their chance to enjoy themselves with me, but they knew their Captain at this point would be unpredictable. When he was finally able to speak, he muttered, "Tis the end to her. Have her walk the plank." I didn't wait. When the two pirates released my arm, I walked proudly out on the gangplank and jumped. RESCUED Peter and Tinkerbell were waiting to catch me. I felt an immediate rush of excitement. Peter was alive. He rescued me just in time. I did not have to drown. I hugged him snuggly as we drifted just above the water. Peter flew me up to the crow's nest near the top of the main mast, while the crew listened impatiently for my splash that didn't happen. Peter cut a strip of canvas from the nearest sail for me to use as a belt to close my open nightgown. I was thankful for his help to restore my modesty. Then, while Hook and his pirates puzzled more over not hearing me splash in the water, Peter began yelling taunting insults at Hook. The pirates, surprised that Peter was still alive, began climbing the riggings towards us. However, Pan's surprise survival, coupled with his challenges to Hook, elated and inspired my brothers and the Lost Boys to fight with Peter. If you remember the movie, there was quiet a scrap, with the pirates all being pushed off the ship into the water. That hungry crocodile was waiting when Peter finally forced Hook to fall in the water. The last I saw of them was their mad dash across the water to escape the hot pursuit of the crocodile. Peter took charge of the pirate ship. Tinkerbell was sorry for her jealous rage at me, and the damage she had allowed because of it. Since Peter was taking me home, she was more than happy to help. She dusted the entire ship with her pixie dust. Then, with the Lost Boys as his crew and John as First Mate, Peter took command of the wheel, and had the ship weigh anchor and lift off to sail through the skies back to London. We were all enjoying the ride home. I noticed John stood beside Peter, as a First Mate should, repeating commands Peter gave. Peter's demeanor and expression with his new role as the ship's captain told it all. It was all a game to him, and he was having fun. John surprised us. He started muttering a sea ditty tune we all knew from years earlier. Peter motioned for him to sing louder, joining his music. Within seconds all of the Lost Boys were singing in unison with my brother. For me things had calmed enough to think about what had just happened. I quivered a little as I pondered the horrors of having believed Peter had been killed, of Hook's tormenting me, of the threat of a gang rape by the pirates, of throwing myself to what I thought was my death. However, Peter seemed to take it all in stride. After barely escaping being blown up, he had just saved me, led a brawl with the pirates and a swordfight with Hook to chase them off. Now he was the captain, and he was dealing with it with charm, humor, and a sense of fun. I felt reassured, safe, and comfortable with him. I was glad to be going home. I felt conflicted, because I wanted to see him again. Tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day after that. I wanted to grow up beside him. He lived on Never Never Land, and if I joined him neither of us would ever grow up. I wanted to show how much I cared. He liked sexual romance with the mermaids and the Indian Princess. Maybe I can share myself with him before we get home. I looked at my brothers to see what they were doing. Little Michael was busy with the Lost Boys adjusting the sails. John, leading everyone in singing more sailing songs, stood beside Peter trying his best to be a First Mate. John's attention was not on the ship's wheel or the magnificent view. He was watching sexy little Tinkerbell prance, almost dance, around a map table, doing her best to join in with his music. With her tiny hour-glass figure, she had John's dazzled attention, especially when she bent over in a way that lifted her too small skirt and exposed her little bare bottom and the puffed labia between her legs. I smiled at the obvious bulge in John's night shirt. After a while, so did Tinkerbell. She fluttered her wings as she had done a few nights before. She smiled. She winked. Both continued to sing as she lifted the hem of her skirt to flash a frontal view for John. She giggled when John started rubbing himself through the night shirt. Peter, noticing all this from his position at the ship's wheel, smiled at John, then muttered something I couldn't quite hear to Tinkerbell. JOHN AND TINKERBELL Peter winked at Tinkerbell. He then directed John to take the wheel and hold a steady course while he helped me search the Captain's quarters for food treats to share with the crew. That was a good idea. I was a little hungry. We disappeared into the Captain's quarters and closed the door. As soon as the door closed, Tinkerbell looked at John with a smile. She slipped out of her outfit. She fluttered through the air in front of John, a naked pixie with gossamer wings flapping like a humming bird, giving him an entertaining show. The way she did the time before, she flew under the hem of his night shirt, then up to his erection. She sat on that the way normal sized people sit on a log. John wasn't certain how she did it, but with her legs gripping John's arousal. Using her wings to move like a humming bird darting in and out of a blossom, the little pixie slid up and back on his boyhood. Holding firm to the ship's wheel, John was barely able to remain standing. He had stopped his singing, although the Lost Boys had not. He was too enthralled. Tinkerbell's rubbing forced an ecstatic arousal, that John said climaxed after a minute. With the crew none the wiser, he squirted sticky liquid all over the inside of his night shirt. His legs got wet. The deck got wet. The pixie got wet. After his climax, and she apparently had one of her own, too. She put her outfit back on again and dashed out of his nightshirt to settle on his shoulder. Tinkerbell liked him. ROMANCING WITH PETER PAN In the Captain's quarters Peter and I found a cabinet stocked with treats, which I began handing him. Pete briefly stopped his wise guy jokes. He tried to apologize for getting angry about my wanting to go home to my parents. Sometimes he missed not having them, but as long as he stayed on Never-Never Land he didn't have to worry about grown-ups, except for those who were a part of his adventures, like the pirates and the Indians. I asked him about his romances with the mermaids and the Indian maidens, feeling a little guilty for prying into matter so private and so naughty. I figured if he could cozy up with them the way he did in front of me, he wouldn't mind talking about it. He grinned sheepishly. He then explained they were always his friends. They could offer physical romantic adventures and never get pregnant because they never grew old enough for that. Peter took some tins of cookies out to his crew while I was still looked for other treats. With him out of the private quarters, I took a moment to look at myself in Hook's full length mirror. My hair was a little askew, and nightgown a bit tattered. I pondered again offering to thank Peter for the great adventure with the sexual romance he liked to share with girls. I smiled, untied the sash holding my nightgown closed. I pulled open the front, exposing my body in the reflection. Compared to Tinkerbell, I didn't have much of a shape. The breasts, slightly puffed like pancakes, were topped with pink jelly areolas sporting nipples like cherries. My hips were those of a twelve-year old, much less shape than Tiger Lilly's, and I had no pubic hair. I felt a little embarrassed at my immature body. I was twisting back and forth to study my reflection when Peter came back in, chattering about the tasty cookies. Then he stopped. I blushed, closed the nightgown, and turned to face him. He said nothing, but I noticed he was interested. Again, there was that sudden bulge in his pants. I thought a little longer, then opened my nightgown again, and shyly asked if he would like to make love to me. Peter grinned, nodded affirmative, then turned and locked the door. He stepped to me, placed his hands on the sides of my chest, and leaned forward to kiss me. It was a gentleman's peck at first, on the lips, on the cheek, on the side of the neck, and finally to a little nibble on the ear, before once again kissing my lips. I could feel the warmth and strength of his body pressing to mine when his hands reached to my back and pulled me into him. My breast tingled at the pressure from his chest, and my lower abdomen began to moisten with his tented pants pressing to me. He slid the nightgown off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Moving his hand to grip my hips, he continued kissing me, dropping his head from my lips to my neck, and slowing at what breasts I had. He paused at my nipples to lick and nibble them. That action triggered eclectic moans from me. While he did this, I stood, barely keeping my footing, massaging the hair on his head. He then squatted more. His lips kissed my stomach, my lower abdomen, then my already excited vagina. I could feel his tongue parting the virgin lips of the vulva, slurping the pulsating juices dripping out of them. His tongue tweaked my clitoris, making me feel like I was about to explode. He rose again, returning via kisses to the belly, the breasts, the neck, the cheeks to my lips. I helped him remove his clothes, seeing his stiff boyhood for the first time. I was fascinated by the twitching rod. It was smaller than I expected. Without saying a word, when he stood up, I reached over to grasp it. He smiled, moaned a happy sound, and held me by the shoulders while I played with his boyhood. I inquired about how we should do this, admitting I had never tried it before. He smiled, then said, "I'll let you be in charge for your first time. I'll lie on the bed, and you lay on top of me." I won't go into our discussion word for word, but he stretched out on the captain's bunk, then helped me climb up on him, so that we were hips to hips, chest to chest, face to face. I could feel an ecstasy with his boyhood sliding between the moistened lips of my crack. Peter lowered, raised, lowered, then again raised his hips slowly. His penis was within the folds of my vagina just enough to rub the clitoris nub. I liked it. I opened my legs to allow more intimate contact. Just then he reached between us to guide himself into my throbbing opening. I felt his shaft penetrate an inch or two, then there was the pressure against the maidenhead. Mother had warned me to expect a sharp pain with that during the first time. I grimaced, lifted my hips a little, then dropped downwards as Peter was pushing up. It hurt. I paused for the pain to subside. I then began rotating on top of him as he began pushing and withdrawing, his hands holding me by my naked butt. I could feel his boyhood pushing deeper within me with each push. It felt wonderful, more pleasurable than any touching I could ever recall. With each additional stroke it felt better. I could sense my sopping vagina muscles gripping and relaxing in a rhythm that was bring me quickly to a climax. It felt like I was bursting, repeatedly. Then it ebbed a little, just as he began squirting his seed within me. I felt so wonderful as the seaman flooded my womb three times in rapid succession. We slowed our pumping gyrations, finally coming to a rest, me holding his cheeks to kiss his lips, his hands on my buttocks, rubbing back and forth. I could feel his shaft growing less rigid inside me, our commingled love juices dripping out of my vagina all over his groin and the bedding. I rolled to his side, wanting to snuggle next to him while I went to sleep. I felt a relaxed sense of happiness. It had been wonderful. I knew that I would want to do it again very soon. But then I thought of the Lost Boys and my brothers and Tinkerbell just beyond the door. I kissed Peter and got up. Using a nearby basin of water and a wash cloth, I cleaned myself and Peter and the bedding. We both dressed, found some canned fruits, and went back outside to the ship's bridge to share more of the captain's treats. The boys were excited. John was still at the wheel, a sheepish grin on his tired face. Tinkerbell flew over to sit on Peter's shoulder, sitting there with a smile on her face. She knew we would soon be back in London, and her threat from me would be gone. AFTER THE FIRST TIME I was tired. My adventures in Peter's fantasy land had been exciting, wonderful, and exhausting. It was a long ride back to London, so I left Peter and Tinkerbell and John on the bridge, went back to the captain's quarters. I changed the bedding, then lay down to rest. My rage and terror were a distant memory. I though of having just lost my virginity. I felt guilty for being so naughty with Peter, but I felt a satisfying warmth inside. I closed my eyes and reached inside my nightgown to touch myself between my legs. It felt tender, but again I found my own contact was arousing me. I started imagining Peter inside me once more. As I slid my finger within the slit, the sensual feeling began pulsating, I could almost smell his breath. As my hips began to rotate in rhythm to my finger insertion, I muttered "Oh, Peter, oh." "Oh Wendy, oh." My eyes flashed open. Peter was standing beside the bed looking down at me. I still had my hand between my legs. I blushed, and moved my hand away. I was too embarrassed to speak. Sitting on the bed beside me, he took my hand and kissed it. He mentioned that everyone else was busy. If I wanted to try it again, he was willing. When I smiled and nodded, he reached over to spread open my nightgown. His hands massaged my chest, with his thumbs riding up and across my very erect little nipples. The electric feeling that created spread through my body initiating a burning desire to him to enter me. After a few seconds of this, he got up, latched the door once more, then removed his pants. Returning to the bed, he walked his fingers from my breasts, down my abdomen to the focus of arousal between my legs. I spread my legs a little to make access easier for him. He rubbed inside my labia lips again, whispering how pretty I was, how much he enjoyed getting to know me so well. He then climbed on the bed over me, and using one hand to guide himself, he entered me about an inch. There was physical resistance, but it did not hurt like the first time. He placed his hands on either side of my chest, leaned his head down, and kissed me. As we kissed, he slowly began pushing his manhood more deeply into me. My vaginal muscles relaxed with each stroke as he slowly pumped like a steam train. My muscular resistance lessened with each push, with Peter getting to full depth after a half dozen strokes. I could sense the escalating ecstasy once again building to a climax. Then, with him pumping and twisting his hips, I had a wave of ultimate pleasure. Then another wave. Then another. Then I sensed him bursting as he erupted inside me. After several more strokes, we both ebbed, and he settled down on top of me, his manhood softening within. We got cleaned up and returned to the bridge for snacks with the crew. He once again asked me to stay with him at Never Never Land, but I knew I couldn't. I asked him to stay in London, but he couldn't. He would lose his ability to remain a boy forever where he spent every day fighting pirates or chasing Indians or swimming with mermaids. We both wanted to have more opportunities to be together, but didn't know how. He warned that I would soon be older, and he would not. However, we would find a way to be together again. RETURNING HOME Time apparently had little meaning during our trek to Never Never Land. We got back just as my parents returned from their party, three hours after they went out, not the days we had been gone. Papa yelled at us for not being asleep, but we confessed to having gone to Never Never Land with Peter Pan while they were gone. Papa cursed, "Poppy cock! Stop filling your heads with make believe stories about imaginary playmates. It is time to go to bed." He was about to say more, when mother pointed out the window. They were just in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of the flying pirate ship disappearing into the clouds on its return to Never Never Land. They both smiled at the sight, forgetting their anger at us being up. They remembered that pirate ship from their own childhood. REMEMBERING I hoped Peter would come back for me again. He had shown me such a wonderful time with the adventures, the games, the dangers, the romance, and especially memorable was the thrill of my first sexual experience. I wanted to do it again with Peter. In school I daydreamed about flying next to him and listening to his humor. I often got in trouble for not paying attention to the teachers. I fantasized at night about making passionate love on that bluff where we had our picnic. Using my fingers to stimulate my vagina into bursting climaxes while I closed my eyes and pretended it was Peter probing my loins. I wanted so much to be with him. The next day mother took me aside to quietly talk to me about Peter, asking if I had fun on the adventure. With a bid of effort, she got me to admit what happened between Peter and me. I thought she would be furious accusing me of being so naughty, but she laughed. When she was my age, she had also gone off to Neverland with Peter, and as I had observed, she also had watched him charming the young maidens they met. She was not going to go to far in her relationship with Peter, but she was captured by forest bandits and chained to a wall. Peter fought the bandits and rescued her. Like I had done, she felt grateful, and a sexual encounter was the most she had to thank him with. It turns out that like me, mother's very first romance was with Peter Pan. When I asked if Papa knew, she said, "Heaven's no. That revelation would upset him in the extreme." She made me promise never to tell about either of our sexual awakenings. She promised to be there for me if I needed to talk about my feelings for Peter Pan. GROWING UP Peter did not come back. Not the next night, nor the next week, nor the next year. I was moved into my own room because I was no longer a child. I missed watching John masturbate to his own fantasies about Tinkerbell. I would laugh about how silly were my feelings, since I was so infatuated myself. I would leave the window open in case he appeared again some night, but he never did. The boys used to stay up playing pirates or Indians, and I would still weave stories for them, but the magic did not return. Night after night I would stare into the night sky at the second star to the right and sigh. I told myself that I was being a silly teenage, but I still looked and waited and withheld accepting invitations from young gentlemen trying to court me. Deep inside I knew I was growing older, and he wasn't. He had mermaids and Indian girls and sexy little pixies in love with him, young females more than willing to share themselves with him. I still missed him. A few weeks after our adventure, John and I sat down at talked to each other, confessing to our separate bouts of naughtiness. Like my obsession for more romance adventures with Peter, John was infatuated with the sexy little Tinkerbell. He volunteered that he daydreamed about her. Although we both acknowledged peeking at each other's body when the opportunity was there, we agreed to the taboo against getting together, and we never did. However, I was able to help him a month after that by arranging for a shapely and playful friend to agree to help him celebrate his birthday. He enjoy her charms so much that his infatuation for Tinkerbell quickly receded. After that he matured to be quite a 'lady's man'. For me it took longer to overcome Peter. None of the boys was an equal to the scampish romantic adventurer I longed for in Peter Pan. DAUGHTER JANE GOES TO NEVERLAND As the years passed I grew up. I learned to dance to catchy American ragtime music. I got to know a lot of young men who courted me, but for a long time I wasn't interested in more that a friendly relationship with anyone but Peter. I went to college to learn to be a writer, and at college I met Jack, an engineering major. I still missed Peter, but my adventures with him were a distant dream. Jack was a warm, charming, dedicated man who loved me, who promised me the world. I fell in love and I decided to marry. We settled down in my parents old house, and I had two children of my own; Jane in 1930 the little Richard in 1936. I was comfortable, living happily ever after. Then the war came, and the German bombers began dropping their explosives on London. Jack left for the Army, while I stayed in London trying to maintain our home. Little Jane, her father's special little girl while he was away, was a civil defense volunteer helping guide people to air raid shelters during the bombings. More concerned with the seriousness of the war around us, she complained that my stories about adventures with Peter Pan were 'poppy-cock' make believe. She argued with her baby brother when he got excited playing swordfights with pirates. That all changed when she disappeared one evening. She returned with her own tales of adventures with Peter Pan. After twenty years I finally met Peter and Tinkerbell again just moments after he bought Jane home. He was surprised that I was all taller, older, less excitable, and grown up. To me he looked like a spunky kid, which is what he had remained. Although we couldn't get together again, I still thought of him fondly. He had been my first love, and I forever held a place for him in my heart. We wished each other well, then off they went towards the second star to the right. Jane then explained what had happened. She had been asleep next to the window when Captain Hook's pirates stormed into her room, captured her with a burlap bag, and took her on their flying pirate ship. According to Jane, Peter and Tinkerbell came to the ship and rescued her when she was being tossed in the water. What followed was a series of adventures and misadventures, getting to meet the amorous mermaids and other island girl friends of Peter. Because of Jane, Peter and the Lost Boys were captured and tormented by Captain Hook's pirates, but with TInkerbell's help she rescued them just before Peter was forced to walk the plank. When I noticed that Jane was walking a little bowlegged, I asked what happened. With a little prodding, she confessed that she knew from my stories, and from what she saw, that Peter enjoyed having sex with the girls. She felt guilty for having caused his capture, so she offered to share herself with him. Since he was willing to take advantage of any opportunity like this, he took her for a picnic up to the high meadow where I first went with him. Jane did not go into detail about her experience, except to say that it hurt and felt great at the same time. Now that she was home, and relaxed, she was beginning to feel tired and sore. She pleaded with me to forgive her for misbehaving so terribly. I hugged her. That little scamp, Peter Pan, had taken the virginity of my grandmother, my mom, me, and now my little Jane. After a moment I volunteered these revelations to Jane, making her promise never to tell Jack. Her dad would never understand. Smiling with tears in her eyes, she agreed. Except for remembering the fun adventure stories she learned from me and mother, Jane never said much about the amorous parts of the story. GRANDDAUGHTER PATRICIA Twenty five years later Jane had a twelve year old daughter of her own named Patricia. I was a doting grandma who filled Patricia's young mind with the old stories of Peter Pan and his Neverland adventures. One day Jane and Patricia came to me and volunteered that Peter Pan had come a few days before, and taken Patricia with him for a night of fun. Apparently, Peter Pan was still twelve, and Tinkerbell was still jealous of any other female Peter liked. Peter was still friendly and openly romantic with any girl who wanted to be with him. I smiled at the revelation. I closed my eyes, thought of my Jack, long gone. Then I thought of Peter. I wished I could be young again and go back to the second star to the right. END This fantasy sexual parody of a popular fairy tale was written as a fictional creative erotic flight of imagination. The author does not condone actual sexual conduct with children. However, literary sexual fiction is comparable to crime story gangsters killing of opponents. Both add to exciting fiction, but both in real life are immoral, dangerous, and wrong; those adventures should remain fiction. Additional Jack Rabbit erotic Fairy Tale parodies posted: Alice In Wonderland Peter Pan Pinocchio Snow White Chronicles (Kristen Archives, Directory: Just First Time Stories) Wolf 1, Grandma (Kristen Archives, Directory: 52) Wolf 2, Hansel & Gretel (Kristen Archives, Directory: 52) Wolf 3, Jack (Kristen Archives, Directory: 52) Wolf 4, Ten Little Indians(Kristen Archives, Directory: 52) Wolf 5, Three Little Pigs(Kristen Archives, Directory: 52) Wolf 6, Red Riding Hood (Kristen Archives, Directory: 52) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - TV, Sitcom & Movie Archive