Well, here it is..Sorry for the long wait, I was having lots of trouble with this chapter, I've never wrote anything like this, Yes, I'm good at writing smut, especially for Leyton, but it's different when it's unwanted... This chapter will give insight to what Peyton went through, and I hope to finish it up, within the next two chapters... So Peyton and Nathan's past will be revealed shortly...

Thanks for reading and reviewing, I hope I don't lose any readers with this chapter, so WARNING! Non-consensual sex, older man, and younger girl so I advise you not to read this chapter if your against that...Sorry, Again this idea was not mine...

Happy Reading

Cindy :)

One Step At A Time

Chapter 9

Lucas was sitting on his couch watching ESPN, when his doorbell rung, he dropped his sandwiches, and headed for the door. " Peyton.." he said, in a surprise tone... " What are you doing here?"

" Are you busy?" she asked, in a nervous tone,

"No not really, What wrong?" he asked, noticing how nervous she was acting, and since it was a little after eleven, He thought she was avoiding him today, because of what happen last night..

She looked at him, ignoring his question." Do you hate me?" she blurted out, her tone laced with worry..

" No, I don't hate you, why would you think that?" He asked, pulling her into his house. She shrugged, as he shut the door, " If you're talking about last night, no I don't hate you, I wish you would talk to me, about what happen, but I don't hate you. I could never hate you." he rested his hands on her hips

"Well, you didn't come in today for lunch, I thought you were mad at me."

" No, I'm not mad, I was actually giving you some space, I thought that's what you wanted, since I called you last night, and you never called back."

" Sorry, I just needed to be alone, I spend the day, thinking, doing a lot of thinking, thinking like I have never done before.."

"What were you thinking about?"

"Us, and how much I like having you in my life, and I want to keep it that way."

He smiled, " Good, cause I like having you in my life to..."

She wrapped her arms around his neck.. " Do you want to have sex with me?" she asked flat-out... figuring she should just get to the point.

Lucas's eyes widen, his mouth went dry, not to sure if she was offering, or testing him... " Is this a trick question?"

She smiled, " No, I just was wondering.." she looked down..

" let's sit down.." He told her as he walked her over to the couch, he turned the tv off. " Yes, " he said, as he sat down beside her, wrapping his arms around her tightly, " Yes, I want to have sex with you, someday... I can't help it, you're a beautiful women, and I want to be as close to you. as two people could be."

"What if I can't have sex with you..."

" Peyton I will never force you into anything, you didn't want, I can wait, as long as you want me to..." He caressed her cheek, " I know you first time can be scary, and I...

" I'm not a virgin." she interrupted him. " I had sex, years ago..."

Lucas was stun, he thought she was a virgin, that's why she never let him cross her waist line. Then last night had him thinking twice, she never said anything about a boyfriend, " Oh, let me guess, the first time you had sex was with your first boyfriend, it was horrible, and it scared you away from sex.." he laughed, but stopped when he noticed the tears... " Hey! What is it?"

She closed her eyes, " yes my frist time was horrible. so was the second and the thrid and the fourth and so on..." she cried..

"Peyton talk to me, I want to be there for you, but I can't if you don't let me. Please let me in.." He begged..

She looked up at him, " I promise to tell you everything, if you promise not to leave me afterwards..."

He cupped her face, looking into her sadly green eyes, " I not going anywhere, no matter what you say, or do... I promise I will still be here, Peyton I'm in love with you."

Her eyes widen, she sobbed, " Really?"

" Really, your all I think about, I want to be with you forever, I want everything with you.."

She smiled, " Haley said, you must have three things to be in love, trust, respect and honesty, I trust you, and I respect you, so now it's time for me to be honest with you, " she paused, " I need you to wrap your arms around me tightly, because I'm going to cry a lot, and I feel safe, and protected in your arms. Lucas did exactly what she asked him to do..

" Before, you start.." he said, as he lean down pressuring his lips to hers, she kissed him back gently.." I needed to kiss you.."

" I'm glad you did.." she told him, feeling a lot more comfortable, she laid her head on his shoulder, " I'm going to start at the beginning, when life was good, before I lost my dad. "

This part is told in Peyton's POV..

My dad was my hero, he was my everything, I guess you can say I was a daddy's girl..If something didn't go my way, or if my mom wouldn't let me do something or have something, I always went to my dad, he gave me anything I asked for.. I was a spoiled child, I had him wrapped around my finger.

We was a close family, we did everything together, my dad was an out-of-town lawyer, so he was gone a lot, but his family always came first. I was sixteen when he died, it was a plane crash, everyone on broad died.. For a long time I kept thinking it was a nightmare, and I would wake up any minute..

My mom went into a deep depression, she wouldn't come out of her room, she didn't eat, or talk to us, or to anyone, About a month after he was gone, A friend of my mom's decided, it was best for our mom to get some help, so she checked her into a depression center. People started talking about her, saying she had gone crazy, and she was talking out of her head..

Since we didn't have any family, being my mom and dad were the only child in their family, and both sets of my grandparents died years ago. My dad's best friend took us in, well, he actually moved in with us, he said, that we lost too much and didn't want us to lose our home to..

His name was Alan, he and my dad were close friend, Alan spend a lot of time at our house. So Nathan and I were pretty comfortable with him, We even called him uncle Alan, when we were younger. he was a really nice guy, did everything to make life easy for me and Nathan. He was sweet and caring, one hell of a good actor, cause he had everyone fooled. He was a preacher, everyone in town knew him, and respected him, loved him.."

Here comes the hard part, about four months after my mom went away, and it's been six months since my dad died.. Things started to change, Alan was starting to get to into my life, he wouldn't let me date, claiming my dad wouldn't like the boys, he was always watching me, I began to feel more and more uncomfortable with his roving eyes. He started commenting frequently on how I'd grown into such a fine woman; meanwhile his eyes would be staring at my chest or my ass. He took to finding opportunities to brush against me 'accidentally'.

Once, after dinner, while I was washing the dishes, he came up behind me, asking if I needed help with the dishes. Before I could refuse, he'd slipped his arms under mine from behind, and was pressed up against me, so that I had to lean forward toward the sink. With a start, I could feel the heat of his groin right up against my ass. I remember gasping, and him chuckling, as he gave a quick grind of his groin against me. Then he'd left the room.

I told Nathan, about what happen, but he said I was probably overacting, Nathan idolized this man, I never really understood why...But I guess, being fifteen, you look past a lot of stuff. I know Nathan, feels guilt now, for not believing in me...

He never touched me, or looked at me, with Nathan in the same room, but he became less subtle in his overtures toward me. Frequently, he'd
comment on how nicely my chest was filling out, or he'd eye my crotch with such intense scrutiny right in front of me. At every opportunity, he tried to cop a feel of my breasts, or grope my ass, always trying to make it seem like an accidentally. As the months went by, he started getting bolder and more demanding.

One night, he called me into the living room, wanting me to take a picture with him, I wanted to say no, but since Nathan was there, I knew he wouldn't try anything.. He told me to sit on his lap, The way he said it, in that tone of voice, I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer. I remember walking reluctantly over to him, and then facing away from him, gently seated on his left thigh, so that I was only partially up against him. Even then, I could feel his hairy thighs against mine, since I was wearing shorts at the time. His friend who was over, took the picture, I try to get up, but he wouldn't let me, saying the picture didn't turn out right.

What came next was a shock for me, since he had never done anything so obviously sexual before.I remember gasping out loud, startled, almost losing
balance, when suddenly, his thick hands were encircling my hips. Chuckling, he lifted me high and up and twisted me around until I was facing him, with my legs to each side of him. Grunting appreciatively, his hands still tight around my waist, he pulled me downward onto him, settling my pelvis down right against his, so that our crotches were fused together.

Now, both my legs were to each side of his legs, so that I was in effect, straddling him. Gasping in fright, I tried to lift myself off of him, but I had no purchase to push against. My feet were off the floor, and when I braced my arms across the arms of the couch to lift myself, he just pulled down on my hips, settling me down again. I try to move again, this time his friend came over pushing me down by my shoulders,

"Now that's a good girl," he moaned, as he grounded himself against me. Through his boxer shorts and my own shorts, I could feel the hard bulge of his manhood. As he crushed my crotch against him, he began humping back and forth. With each forward push of his hips, he'd pressed down on my hips, so that I could feel his bulge through the thin material of our clothing.

" Let me go! I'm too old to be sitting on your lap! Please!" I whispered frantically, but I was scared to death.

"Soon... baby... soon..." his words began to come in gasps, as his buckling quickened in pace. In embarrassment, I could feel his penis through his shorts. It felt huge. His constant rubbing caused a wedgie in my own shorts, and I could feel my panties riding up into my crotch, between my lips. After maybe a minute of heated crotch grinding, he groaned loudly. His hands came up behind my back, pressing our bodies close together. I could feel my breasts mashed flat against his massive chest, even as he gluing our crotches together.

I scream for Nathan,hoping he could hear me, but his music was so loud...I just kept praying that this was going to stop..

The large bulge of his manhood, which I could feel pressed through the thin material of my shorts and his boxer shorts, was wedged right up against my crotch. Stunned, I could feel it throbbing wildly, as if it had a life of its own. I could feel the heat of his groin through the thin layers of clothing, as it spasmed. Groaning, he held me motionless against him, while he finished his orgasm.

After a few minutes, his grip on me slackened, as he exhaled noisily, leaning back onto the couch. Sobbing, I remembered scrambling off his lap, and running up the stairs to my room, and quickly locking the door behind me. It was only when I was inside, huddled on bed, that I realized my entire crotch area was all damp.

I got back up, to go to Nate's room, figuring if he see my clothes, that maybe, just maybe, believe me... As I open the door, Alan was standing there, with this nasty grin.. "Where do you think your going?" he asked, as he pushed me inside my room..I didn't answer, I was afraid to move, to speak, to do anything, " Going to tell little Nathan on mean Uncle Alan," he laughed, I didn't speak again, just stood there motionless, " You tell him, you tell anyone you want..." he touched my cheek, " But I can assure you, no one in this town will believe you, " he pulled me closer to him.." You see, honey..people in this town talk, and you know what they're talking about this week.." I didn't answers so he went on.." You...yep, you've been so distanced lately.. People are worried about you, they believe you're heading down the same path your mama did.. " He kiss my neck, " So who do you think their going to believe, a sixteen year old daughter of a crazy women, or a man of God..." he kissed my cheek.." Think about that.." he said, then left the room..

And, I believed him, I knew how much people loved him, they would never believe me, so I didn't tell Nate, I took a shower, needing to get his touch off me, and then cried myself to sleep..

The next day, Alan acted like the whole thing had never happened. And as far as I was concerned, it didn't either. Incidents like these, I learned to put in the back of my mind.

These incidences didn't stop though. Rather, they became more and more frequent. He might be passing by me in the hallway, then without warning, he would reach forward with one hand, cupping my crotch and wriggling his fingers through my pants to massage me down there. Or other times, when I'd come out of the bathroom cloaked in a towel, he'd be there waiting, eyeing me. As soon as I walked passed him, he would pull on my towel, leaving me naked in the hallway. I always ran into my room then, amidst his chuckling. Thankfully, he never pursued. I learned then to take my showers when he was asleep, or he was outside the house.

The months went by. Summer approached, and I neared the completion of my junior year of high school. I continued to do fairly well in school, usually getting all A's with an occasional B here and there, I didn't have any close friends. I lost a lot of friends, when my mom was sent away, Nathan was still poplar, because he was a sophomore on the junior basketball team, he seemed to be okay with everything, he didn't seem to let it get to him, what people were saying about mom, It bothered me though..

I wasn't a fan, of basketball, I only stay to pretend to be cheering on Nate, just so I didn't have to go home. Alan hasn't done anything to me, like that one night, in months, he was still staring at me., and he was always wanting to hug me..

On July first, the eve of my seventeen birthday, during dinner, Allen announced that since it was my birthday tomorrow, we would all be going to the
beach. I said, I didn't want to go, than Nathan said, it will be fun, it's been a long time since we been to the beach, After a few moments of him begging me, I said, fine I'll go..Going to the beach would be such a nice break from the dull dreariness of home. Plus nothing could happen on a public beach...

The next morning I awoke to a rose, a black little box, and a note, that said, Nathan and I already left for the beach, I figured you could drive yourself.. I didn't understand what he meant by drive myself, cause, I didn't have a car, I open the box, to find a set of keys, I jump out of bed, and run down stairs, in there in my drive way was a purple convertible, with a big red bow on it..

I was excited, more excited than, I had ever been in my life, So I got my stuff together, and took off to the beach, we only lived a few hours away..

Nathan was in the water, and Alan was setting up the beach umbrella, and laying out the blanket, I got there, "So did you like your gift." I said, yes, and thanked him.."Now where is my hug, a car like that didn't come cheap.." I give him, a light hug..Surprizingly, he didn't try anything, so I figured I was safe for today..

By noon, the sun was scorching. Rubbing some suntan my front, and turned to Nate. Asking him help me put some on my back. "Nate let me do that. Go on ahead, I see all those girls eyeing you, go flirt it up..Alan spoke up suddenly. Before I could utter a word in protest, Nathan was gone, he was a ladies man, he flirt with anything with Breast..

"Never mind, I can do it myself" I said quickly.

"Nonsense. Lay down. I'll do it." He ordered, grabbing the bottle of lotion from my hands, and placing his hands on the small of my back, directed me to lie down. Resigned, I settled back down on my stomach. I felt him straddle himself over me, his hairy legs to each side of my legs. Then he was pouring the oil into his cupped hand, and then his large hands were on my back, rubbing firmly. In circles, I felt him rubbing, first starting at the center of my back, then moving toward the shoulders, then to the small of my back. I started, as his fingers suddenly slipped under the string of my bikini top. Even as I uttered aloud in surprise, his hands, still under the bikini, had slid to my sides, caressing the sides of the swells of my breasts.

"Alan! Stop it!" I felt his hands slip out from under my bikini top, but I had enough. "I can manage the rest myself!" I hissed angrily, looking around. Some families were around , but they were a good distance off, and no one appeared to have noticed, thank god.

"Now now, I was just teasing. No need to get all riled up. I just wanted to see much you've grown. Now let me do your legs, and then I'll be done. Before I could say another word, he squeezed some more oil on his hands, and then began on my legs. Starting on the calves, he slowly worked his hands up my thighs, while I held my breath, counting the seconds until this torture was over. I tensed slightly, as I felt his hands moving higher up
my thighs. I clenched my thighs tightly, as I felt him began rubbing my inner thigh area. He then, yelled to his friend who was sitting beside us, " Be on the look out, while I rub, this sexy body.."

Ignoring me, he pressed insistently, and, fueled by the need to just get it over with, I relaxed somewhat and allowed him to part my thighs a bit so that he could get access there. I grimaced as his hands rubbed higher and higher up my thigh. This continued for a few seconds, and then, with quickness that caught me by totally off guard, his fingers pinched the crotch area of my bikini bottom and shifted it to the side. I yelped in surprise, as I felt the cool open air against my exposed genitals. Just as quickly, his hand was suddenly there, cupping my pussy.

"Alan!" I gasped, quickly closing my thighs. This did little more than to trap his hand between my thighs. I gazed quickly around? Had anyone seen what was happening? God, I'd die of embarrassment. No one was close enough to pay any attention. I scrambled to get up, but he was expecting that. I felt his heavy weight on me, as he settled on top of me. The full weight of his broad chest pressed down into my back, lowering me back down onto the blanket.

As I lay trapped under him, I had to twist my head to the side just to breathe. I felt his fingers, wiggling around like a spider, probing into the folds of my vagina. His fingers felt oily from the suntan lotion. Tears welled up, and I began sobbing, as I felt his fat greasy fingers slip into my pussy lips. It wiggled around the entrance, probing and testing. I choked, holding my breath, eyes wide, as my he discovered my hymen.

"Goddamn! Who'd have thought. A body like this and still a virgin!" he marveled. "With a body like this, you won't be one long," he muttered. The weight of his hips on me lifted, and alarms sounded in my head, as I became aware of him tugging his bathing suit down to his knees.

"God, he's going to rape me!". With his weight off my lower body, I tried twisting to the side to get out from under him, but he once again settled down, his naked groin pressed right up against the fullness of my buttocks. I kicked my legs futilely, but he was too heavy. I could feel the heat of his manhood. It felt so hot and thick, trapped between my thighs. I could feel the whole topside length of his hot bar, rubbing across the oiled lips of my sex.

I looked around wildly, but with the loud crash of the waves, we weren't within shouting distance of anyone. I shuddered, in disgust and fear, as I felt him begin thrusting up and down, against my buttocks.

"Be calm," I told myself. This is just like all the other times. He'll get his rocks off and then it'll be over. But this wasn't like the other times. Before, we'd always been clothed. Now, I could feel his heated penis brushing wetly across the lips of my exposed vagina. I closed my eyes, trying to think of something else. His bucking grew more frantic, as he panted heavily above me. I knew he was close, and it would be over soon. His hips lifted suddenly, higher than before, and as his hips came downwards, the large knob of his penis suddenly entered my vagina, splitting the lips, and entering about an inch or so. We both froze.

"Oh god, no!" I whispered. Not my virginity! I'll be no good to anyone if he takes that. His body stayed frozen above me, and I could hear him moaning. "God, your pussy's so tight. Oh, god, this is so wrong, but uncle Alan ,needs you so badly." He inched forward slowly, and I felt the entire corona of his penis head pass through my stretched pussy lips. Oh God, it felt like he was tearing me apart-he was so thick. Gasping, I felt a sharp twinge as his cockhead shifted forward, straining against my hymen.

"Oh god... Oh god...can't hold it..." he moaned. I started, as I felt his cock head swell, "Pull out, Nathan's coming..Allen's friend Bob, said.. He did pull out, cumming all over my back, I felt him wipe me off with a towel, With a final pat of his cupped hand over my crotch area, he gave a chuckle. Sighing loudly, he flipped over onto his back, tugging his shorts back as Nathan come over to us.. Nate, let's play some volley ball...Alan said, jumping up, Nathan looked a little questioning at me, then Alan said, sun is already getting to her, Let's leave her rest..they walked off together..

I laid there motionless. A part of me was so weak with relief. I was still a virgin. He had not taken me. There was still hope. My rejoicing was short-lived, as I considered. How long would I be able to continue fighting him off? If anything, Now that he'd gone this far, he definitely wouldn't go back to the fully clothed dry humping sessions. Sooner or later, he would catch me at a disadvantage, and rape me.

I got up, a bit shakily. I needed to wash off. Heading toward the beach house, I walked tenderly. With each step, I imagined I could hear and feel his slimy gruel all over me, I needed a shower, then I was leaving. that was the plan..

After getting out of the shower, I dressed, but couldn't find my keys, I knew somehow, someway, he got my keys, so I couldn't leave. Damn him, I knew there was nothing else that I could do, so I stay in the house the rest of the day, watching silly comedy shows.. I must have fell asleep, I was woken up, by Alan kneeling in front of me..greeted me with two champagne bottles-one in each hand.

"I've saved this bottle of Dom Perignon for just a special occasion like this one. It's not everyday that a person gets to celebrate her seventeenth birthday. In just a year, you'll be legal." He made no sense. But I guess he wasn't paying attention to his own words either. His eyes never stopped roving my body, even as he held a glass toward me.

"I'm really tired! I'll drink it another time. I just want to sleep now." I said. standing up, glad he didn't try to grab me.."Nonsense! The bottle's already opened. I paid a hundred fuckin' bucks for this bottle. Least you can do is show your appreciation and drink a glass!" his voice was slurred. Flinching at his tone, I turned back around. Putting up the best smile I could muster, I held up my hands to accept the glass. I noticed then that he'd already finished half the bottle already. "No wonder he's acting like such a dick," I thought.

Holding my breath, I held the wineglass up to my mouth, and in one gulp, downed the entire glass. "There!" I plunked the glass onto the table, turning to leave., I could feel the buzz in my head from the alcohol. I'd never drunk alcohol before,

"I hope I don't get a hangover," I thought, as I sluggishly got out of my clothes. I went into the bathroom, to brush my teeth. It was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open. That alcohol, combined with me sheer exhaustion, was really taking its toll. Eyes half-lidded in near sleep, I trudged out of the bathroom, heading toward my bed. Sleep would be a real treat tonight, I thought.

But something was wrong, I was feeling really strange, My heart was pounding in fear, then I felt someone, kissing me, and moaning, I was lifted up in the air, and gently laid on the bed, The last thing I heard was.."Peyton, sweetheart, I got one more present for you... " I knew it was Alan's voice.. I try to push him away. But I was so weak, and so tired,.. Then he said..." I'm giving you the best gift a man could give a women, I call it the 'gift of
womanhood'," he chuckled...he said, right before I slipped into unconsciousness...