**Chapter 1: This is my first fanfiction story, so please read and review. I do not own Peter Pan or any of the characters and all that stuff**

I brushed my long dark hair over and over again, sighing as I stared at Peter's picture. He and the rest of the Lost Boys had gone to visitmy brothers and I had chosen to stay behind and

watch over the house. At this point, I couldn't remember why I'd chosen to stay behind, they were my brothers after all, but Peter hadn't questioned my decision. My reflection in the

vanity mirror was the only company I'd havefor a while, the thought made me sigh again. Finally, when my waves of thick hair were entirely untangled, I walked over to the bed Peter and

I shared. Until recently he and I had had a relationship like that of siblings, but that had changed and it was decided that the twins had grown quite a bit and should have separate beds. I

was the only one opposed to the change, but they were right, thirteen year old boyswere too old to share that small bunk. I laid down and quickly drifted to sleep, something that was so

much easier to do without seven rambunctious teenage boys around.

As soon as I woke up I knew something was wrong. Without opening my eyes, I listened for any strange noises, Peter had enemies and itwasn't unlikely that they'd stumbled upon our

treehouse.

It was then that I heard the whispering, "When is she going to wake up?"

"Shut your trap, you impatient oaf."

"Why don't we just take her prisoner?"

I opened my eyes slowly and saw exactly what I had feared most, pirates. The entire crew was here it seemed, even their captain, Peter's mortal enemy, Hook. They hadn't noticed that I

was awake yet, so, thinking it would give me an advantage, I swiftly stood up.

I was greeted solely by the captain, whose leering eyes looked me over as he spoke, "Ah Wendy? Is that you? How you've grown, quite a pretty little thing you are now. You've certainly-

developed since I last saw you."

"Yes, it is me. Of course I've grown, it's been five years Hook, though I can't say I've missed you," I said with a glare.

"Enough pleasantries, I did not come all this way to chat-where is Peter?"

"He is not here and will not be back for several days I'd imagine. He's off visiting my brothers," I tried not to let my voice crack as I spoke or comment on the captain's stares.

The 19 year old captain spoke in a mischevious voice, "Well now, that's quite a pity...I was hoping to see him, but I guess we'll have to make do with you."

With a snap of his fingers a few of his men rushed at me, ripping my thin nightgown off and holding me down on the bed. It was at this moment I noticed the green eyed boy, he looked to

be about a year older than me and had a discernable look of sympathy on his face, he seemed so out of place.

I didn't have much time to observe though because Hook spoke again, "Get her ready."

Suddenly several teenage mouths were all over my breasts and hands drifted between my legs. I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure, despite the fear building inside me. After a few

minutes, the handsome captain had removed his clothes, revealing himself to me.

He was about to enter me when I once again noticed those sympathetic green eyes, "Wait!" I shouted, "I will cooperate if you will come here," I pointed at the person whom those pine

tree colored eyes belonged to.

I'm not sure what I was thinking really, but he seemed as if he'd be willing to comfort me through this ordeal and I desperately needed someone by my side. With a glare from Hook, my

sympathizer walked quickly over to me and knelt by my head.

"Go on. Kiss me," I said, the first of my orders being directed at Hook and the second at Green Eyes. Both complied, and at the same moment that I received a more tender kiss than

imaginable, the captains cock tore through me.

"Not a virgin I see, who on earth have you been fooling around with my dear?" He pounded into me relentlessly until he finally shuddered and groaned. I looked into those sympathetic

and now lust-filled, green eyes once more before blacking out...

I awoke vaguely aware of the fact that I was being carried. I rationalized that after I had passed out the captain had decided to take me prisoner (most likely until Peter's return, surrender,

and everything else the captain was always pursuing). Upon opening my eyes I saw that I was being carried by none other than my green eyed pirate, who hadn't noticed I was awake.

My English-bred manners immediately kicked in, "Hello, I'm Wendy. I don't believe we've been introduced."

Obviously startled, it took him a second to come up with a response, "No I don't think we have, I'm Zachary."

His eyes never left mine as he spoke and I forced out hardly more than a whisper, "Pleased to meet you."

His only response was a chuckle. We continued on through the woods, silent as he carried me.

After a few minutes I spoke again, "Thank you."

"For what exactly?" he asked with an adorable confused expression.

"Helping me-erm-get through that whole ordeal earlier," I replied meekly.

"Oh, that," he grimaced and continued, "you shouldn't be thanking me. What we did in there was wrong, I'm surprised you don't hate me."

Why didn't I hate him? I had every reason to, but something about him-I just couldn't bring myself to be even remotely angry. At that moment I wanted to do nothing more than express

my gratitude to this kind stranger, though I had no idea how. I don't think I was thinking clearly by any means, with adrenaline still pumping through my veins from my recent attack. It

was then that he stepped over a fallen tree limb, bringing his erection into my back. I realized that he was probably the only one who hadn't used back at the tree house, and though his

body had wanted to, he had resisted.

"Oh I reallymust thank you properly," I said seductively, at this point very clear on how I was going to repay him.

"And how would you propose to do that," he stammered.

"Well, I could take care of that lovely erection you have," I replied, simultaneously climbing of his arms.

"I don't think you sho-," was all he managed to get out as I engulfed his purplish head in my mouth. As I began to lick him he stopped his protests, "Oh, Wendy." I smiled as he began to

gently thrust into my mouth. He thrusted harder and harder until he warned me of his impending climax and moments later, groaned in pleasure.

Sighing embarassedly, he said, "I don't know what to say except for thank you." Giggling, I kissed his head one last time before tucking it back in his pants and climbing back into his

arms, it was very lucky that I'd had plenty of practice with Peter.

"Why are you so nice?" I asked quietly, once we had started walking again.

"Well not all pirates are heartless and horrible," he laughed.

"But you looked like you pitied me earlier, the rest of them were all too willing to rape me."

He sighed and nodded, "That was wrong, I have a conscience unlike some of them, but they've also been with Hook much longer than I have. I understand them though, you are very

pretty."

"Thank you, I do believe you are the kindest pirate I've ever met," I trembled slightly, snuggled against the pirate's chest and stayed there as we finally approached the massive pirate ship.

I ignored the stares from the other pirates as Zachary crossed the deck and entered a small room with me still in his arms.

Laying me on the bed and hesitantly kissing my forehead he said, "Stay here, I'm going to go talk to the captain." I sleepily responded with an "Ok" and laid back on the pillows, pleased

with the gesture.