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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Petyr_Baelish/Sansa_Stark
  Character:
      Petyr_Baelish, Sansa_Stark, Lysa_Tully_Arryn, Ned_Stark, Catelyn_Tully
      Stark, Arya_Stark, Robin_Arryn, Brandon_Stark, Rickon_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, handjobs, Fingering, Loss_of_Virginity, Consensual_Underage
      Sex, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, innocent_but_not_so_innocent
      Sansa
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-21 Completed: 2017-06-24 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 9842
****** Pitching A Tent ******
by plaguewind
Summary
     Petyr didn't know what he was thinking, agreeing to go camping with
     his wife and her sister's family. He hated the outdoors, the heat and
     the mosquitoes. Then there was the little issue of his wife's niece
     having a crush on him. He'd known for a while and tried to avoid her,
     not because she wasn't tempting but because the temptation might cost
     him his life if her father found out. But when out in the woods with
     nothing else to do but pitch a tent...
     (I suck at summaries. Short 3 chap fic. Basically just an excuse for
     smut, smut and more smut)
***** Chapter 1 *****
Most people would have likely felt refreshed from the smell of the fresh, open
outdoors and soothed by the sounds of crickets chirping and water lapping on
the shore of the lake. Petyr Baelish wasn’t most people. The mosquitoes
threatened to turn him into one giant red, welt and if he slept one more night
on that solid rock of a forest floor, he wasn’t going to be able to walk. Why
did people enjoy camping? Better yet, why had he agreed to go?
“Petyr, dear, are you going to have some hot chocolate?”
Oh that was right, it was the only way to shut up the incessant pleas of his
beloved wife, Lysa. Petyr, darling, my sister’s husband is going. You have to
come, I’ll be so lonely without you....But daaarrrling....it’ll look like you
don’t love me if you don’t come. Of course I don’t love you, you daft cunt! But
he couldn’t say that, she would divorce him and try to take everything that he
had. No...he needed to kill her and take everything she had, that was the plan.
Too soon though and it wouldn’t look good, he needed to bide his time.
“No, thank you, dear. I don’t care for hot chocolate.”
“How can you not like hot chocolate? You’re an idiot.” Petyr’s head snapped
toward the nasally voice of Robin, Lysa’s son from a previous husband. The
child was spoiled, whiney and flat out rude to people he should have shown the
utmost respect for. Petyr gripped the arms of his fold-out chair tightly,
trying not to jump up and smack the kid across the face. If he did that he
would have to listen to both of them crying.
“Robin, it’s not nice to talk to your father that way,” Lysa cooed, not really
reprimanding him at all. She was the reason the boy was a complete brat in the
first place.
“He’s not my father.”
Thank, fucking God! Petyr checked his anger and looked over at Catelyn and Ned
Stark’s two youngest boys and youngest girl running around in circles, chasing
one another. They were noisy and annoying but their mother and father at the
very least had taught them respect. Sometimes he found it hard to believe that
Lysa and Cat were sisters, they were so very different.
Petyr decided to ignore the children and open his laptop. The camp had wifi and
the director had assured them the signal strength was good but it kept going in
and out. At least with Internet he could have whiled the hours away working,
answering emails, or watching ridiculous videos of cats on You Tube. What the
fuck was he going to do now? As if in answer to his silent question the eldest
Stark girl, Sansa, sauntered up to their site, wearing a tiny pink bikini,
clearly fresh from a swim. Her long, red locks hung wet and loose on her
shoulders and Petyr’s tongue uncontrollably dipped out to lick his bottom lip.
“I’m bored swimming alone,” she said. “Uncle Petyr, you should come out with
me, it’ll be fun.” She smiled sweetly at him but there was something else
behind those big blue eyes, she was teasing him.
In truth he’d noticed it a while ago, it wasn’t too difficult to spot a teenage
girl with a crush. At least it wasn’t for him. He was good at reading body
language, breathing, and the slightest change in a person’t eyes or voice. At
sixteen years old, Sansa Stark was beautiful enough to produce an erection out
of any man, no matter their age, and Petyr knew he had often times let his gaze
linger a little too long, enjoying the view when she accidentally dropped
something in front of him so that she would have to bend over and pick it up.
And while she clearly enjoyed her flirty little games, he had a feeling she’d
never been grabbed while bent over like that and had a cock sunk balls deep
into her. Oh the things he could do to her...but he controlled his urges,
reminding himself that she was sixteen, innocent and untouched, and what type
of monster would he be to take advantage of her? What kind of monster indeed?
“I don’t think Uncle Petyr swims,” Ned answered his daughter. The other man
shot Petyr a look, warning him to stay away, and Petyr pursed his lips,
fighting back a smile. He wondered how papa Stark would feel if he knew his
precious little girl wanted to call him daddy?
“That can’t be true, everyone swims,” Sansa objected. “Right, Uncle Petyr?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I do, I just prefer pools with filters, chlorine
and nothing living in them that will bite me.” This produced a little giggle
from her and the sound made his cock pulse.
Arya Stark, the youngest stark girl, halted her running with the boys. “I know,
let’s play charades.”
Cat beamed at her daughter. “That sounds like a wonderful idea. Everyone wanna
play?”
“I’ll play,” Robin said and the other two boys echoed his reply.
Sansa rolled her eyes. “Ugh...I’m going back to the lake.”
“I’m going to go take a shower,” Petyr said. “I think I have a layer of dead
mosquitos on me.”
Before Lysa had time to beg him to stay he was gone. He grabbed a change of
clothes and a towel from his bag in the tent, and headed over to the showers.
At least modern camping had that. He was pleased to find that the men’s stalls
were all empty and he turned one of the showers on, immediately undressing
while the water heated up. When he stepped in he let out a loud groan, grateful
for being able to keep clean.
The heat from the water relaxed his muscles, that had been tense and aching
since the morning after his first night sleeping on the ground. Another
reminder that he wasn’t getting any younger. Younger. Sansa Stark in a wet,
pink bikini flashed through his head and his prick began to swell almost
immediately. Apparently he was still young enough for that. He dropped his
head, the water pouring over his hair, and he let his hand lazily wander down
his torso. Was her little pussy as pink as that bathing suit? Pinker, he
decided, as his hand dipped under his dick and cupped his balls, giving them a
gentle squeeze. Did she have hair down there? Or did she shave it?
“Mmm,” he moaned, his hand moving up and taking his hardened member. He gripped
himself and began stroking up and down, thinking of that sweet smile and the
coy way she bit her bottom lip whenever she looked at him. He imagined those
blue eyes looking up at him, hair splayed out behind her and legs spread wide
as he pushed into her, all the way into her. “Fuuuck,” he groaned, bracing his
free hand on the wall in front of him as his other hand picked up its pace,
stroking his engorged cock faster and faster, his ass cheeks clenched tight as
he neared his release.
Then he heard it, it was faint but it was sure. A footstep on the wet floor
behind him and as soon as the sound reached his ears he felt a presence. Out of
pure shock and surprise he turned around quickly and came face to face with
Sansa, who was standing a few feet away from him. Her eyes immediately went
down to his erection and he barely had time to notice the red blush rise in her
cheeks before he was cursing and trying to cover it with his hands.
“Fuck...what the...will you hand me that towel?” She met his eyes and grinned.
“Sansa, hand me the towel, now.”
He watched as she grabbed the towel sitting with his clothes on the bench
behind her. His heart was racing, pounding away in his chest, and he wasn’t
sure if it was because of what he had just been doing or because he had been
caught doing it. Probably both.
“What are you doing in the men’s showers?” Petyr asked, taking the towel from
her outstretched hand and covering his exposure.
“I needed a shower. Guess I walked into the wrong one. Oops.”
“You came in here on purpose.”
“Well...” She took a few steps toward him and stopped before she was almost in
the stall with him. “You said you were taking a shower and since I needed one
too I thought...” She bit her bottom lip. “I thought I could just hop in with
you.”
“You thought wrong.”
“Oh come on, you know you want to. What were you thinking about just now? Or
should I say...who were you thinking about?”
“That’s really none of your business.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, defiant. Suddenly she seemed very much
sixteen years old. “You can’t possibly expect me to believe you were thinking
about Aunt Lysa. No one would think about that ugly, old witch.”
“That’s enough!” His voice was sharp and loud. To be honest he could give two
fucks what she said about his wife, it was all true, but she was acting like a
child and he wouldn’t stand for that. “Jealousy doesn’t become you, Sweetling.”
Her shoulders slumped and her entire demeanor changed. “I’m sorry...I shouldn’t
have. I know, I’m just a stupid girl with a stupid crush.”
Oh fuck, why now? He suddenly wanted to reach out and take her in his arms but
he was holding the towel around his waist. “Sansa...you are not stupid. Nothing
about you is stupid. You’re smart and beautiful and perfect.” Did he really
just say all that?
Some of the light came back into her eyes and she grinned shyly, her cheeks
turning rosy again. “Really?”
“Really.”
She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his neck
before he could think to stop her. Instinctively his arms went around her
midsection and when they did his towel dropped to the floor. He was stark naked
and she was pressed against him still wearing that tiny, little bikini and his
cock seemed to swell again immediately, having not completely gone down.
“Sweetling, this isn’t a good idea,” he objected, even against his own body’s
desire.
“Why not? I know you want me, I can feel it.” She loosened a hand from around
his neck and made to reach between them and take hold of his erection but he
grabbed her wrist.
“If you’re dad walks in here he’s going to kill me.”
“He’s not going to walk in. He’s too busy making pictures with his hands right
now.” She pulled free from his grasp and her hand reached what it was searching
for. Petyr hissed through clenched teeth.
Fuck that felt good. “I’m old enough to be your father and I’m you’re uncle.”
“I think your sexy and you are only my uncle through marriage.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for. I’m a bad man.”
“Show me.” She pressed her lips to his and Petyr lost it. His lips met hers
hungrily, his tongue darting out, seeking more. He walked forward, pushing her
backward until she was pinned against one of the stall walls. Her small fingers
moved up and down his cock as his tongue invaded her mouth. He could tell she’d
didn’t do this often, if ever, but it didn’t matter, any touch from her would
have set him on fire no matter how inexperienced. And the nerve...not only for
a sixteen year old but for a virgin. He was impressed. He was also loosing
control.
His hands went up to her breasts, roughly squeezing before he reached one down
between her legs and pressed against her sex through her bathing suit. She
moaned into his mouth, her hand stilling on his cock for a moment before slowly
returning to her unpracticed strokes. The sound of her pleasure only further
inducing his lust-ridden mind. He yanked the crotch of her bottoms aside and
ran his fingers around her clit a few times before dipping towards her
entrance.
That was when he felt her body stiffen against his, her hand stopping
altogether, her lips parting from his own. He looked up to see fear and anxiety
in those perfect blue eyes.
“Petyr...I...I’m sorry.” She slipped under his arm and ran away.
Petyr let out a huff of breath and turned, leaning his back against the wall.
What the fuck just happened? She wanted him, or she thought she did anyway. She
was still so young and he had been moving really fast. He couldn’t believe what
an idiot he was. “Fuck!” he yelled, slamming his fist into the wall.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Later that evening they all sat around the campfire, while Ned made burgers and
hot dogs on the grill. Petyr pretended to be reading a book while secretly
glancing over at Sansa every chance he got. Her eyes seemed different...far
away and she was avoiding eye contact with him. Clearly he had scared the wits
out of her and he felt awful, though he knew it was probably for the best. She
didn’t really want some old man pawing at her, she had just liked the idea of
it.
Petyr was pulled from his trance when Lysa leaned over and gave him a sloppy
kiss on the lips. “What do you say we sneak off to the tent for a little
whoopy?” she whispered in his ear. He felt goose pimples break out on his skin
and it wasn’t because he was turned on. Who used the whoopy anyway?
He put on his best fake smile. “You know I would love to ravage you, darling,
but I’m afraid I’m a little chafed from all this heat. Sweating like a pig.”
“Oh my poor baby, Mommy will make you all better.”
At exactly that moment Ned called out that the food was done and Petyr praised
the heavens. Although, he wasn’t sure he was hungry, on the contrary he rather
felt like vomiting. Instead he helped himself to a beer from the cooler and
started walking away from their camp site, eager to get away from Lysa and the
Brady Bunch like Stark clan. Except for Sansa, he had no problem being around
her. He berated himself as he walked towards the lake, for loosing control and
giving in to instincts. But if he had not...what would have happened? Would she
had let it continue...would she have opened up and let him inside? The thought
sent a shutter through his body.
He found a tree that had been knocked down and charred black in one area,
likely struck by lightening, and perched himself on it, staring out at the calm
water of the lake. No wonder she liked it there, it was peaceful and away from
everything in the world. Sipping his beer he imagined her out there swimming,
her lithe, youthful form gliding through the water.
“Uncle Petyr?”
Petyr looked to see Sansa standing to his left. She’d taken her bathing suit
off hours ago, after their incident in the shower, and was now wearing a white
tank top and short blue-jean cut offs. It was easy to forget how young she was
considering the figure she had, full breasts above a flat stomach that led down
to wider, curvy hips. And she was as tall as he was, with long, shapely legs.
“Sansa?”
“I’m sorry about earlier.”
He drank the rest of his beer and flung the empty bottle in the bush. “Don’t
be. I’m the one who should be sorry. I frightened you.”
She walked forward until she was standing right in front of him. “I wasn’t
scared...not really. I just...I’ve never done it before so I became nervous. I
still want to though.”
Petyr exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. For fuck’s sake...why
couldn’t she just run away scared and forget it ever happened? She couldn’t
though, for one thing he had learned about Sansa Stark in the few years he had
known her, was that she was as obsessive as he was. She wouldn’t stop until she
got what she wanted, even if she realized she didn’t want it anymore once she
got it.
“You’re a virgin.” It was a statement, not a question.
Her blue eyes met his. “Yes. I’ve never done anything, other than kiss. That
was the first time I’ve ever touched a...”
He smiled at her sweetness...she couldn’t say the word. “A cock?” She nodded.
“Did you like it?” What the fuck was he doing? He was egging her on but he
couldn’t stop himself. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to hear sweet,
Sansa stark with the word “cock” on her lips.
She smiled shyly. “It was different than I expected...smooth but hard. But I
liked it, yes.” He glanced down noticing her fingers fidgeting with one another
as if she desperately wanted to touch it again and he felt himself swelling
against his jeans.
“Come here.” He spread his legs and she stepped forward between them and she
was close enough that if he stood up they would be smashed together. For a
moment he thought that whatever happened next would be a bad idea but he
couldn’t stop himself. Putting one hand on her hip and the other on her face,
he pulled her forward and pressed his lips to hers, and while he started much
slower this time, he still felt arousal erupt between his legs, spreading up
through his stomach and chest, threatening to consume him.
He moved his hand from her hip and lifted her tank top, grazing his fingers
over her stomach, and she whimpered into his mouth. “Do you want me to make you
cum, Sweetling?” he asked, parting their kiss, his voice sounding much huskier
and lust-ridden to his own ears.
“Mmhmm...yes,” she nodded and he noticed that her cheeks had turned a deep
crimson. She was already aroused and he wondered if she was wet.
Slowly he unsnapped the button of her shorts, then slid the zipper down. His
heart pounded against his chest as he slid his fingers under the band of her
panties, one digit dipping into her slit finding her more than wet, she was
drenched. He was also pleased to feel the small patch of hair just above her
lips. Clearly she shaved some but not all and he liked it.
“That is lovely,” he said, his cock throbbing between his legs. He found her
little nub and began circling around it, never quite touching it and she
instantly trembled against him. “Hold onto my shoulders.” She complied and he
continued his work below her waist...slipping between her folds and gently
breaching her entrance just slightly. “Does that feel good?” he asked in a
whisper.
“Yes...yes...please don’t stop.” Her own voice was different, laced with
desire, and the sound made Petyr ache, his cock straining against his jeans.
“Has anyone ever made you cum before?” He knew the answer already.
“No.”
Finally he applied full pressure to her clit, moving against it in circles,
only to switch directions. She was panting against his neck, her small fingers
gripping at his nape. “You want me to fuck you, Sweetling?”
“Yes...oh please...yes.”
He moved a hand to the small of her back, pressing her against him, and with
his other hand he began to push two fingers inside her. She was tight and her
body rejected the intrusion at first, so Petyr eased into her, a bit at a time,
until he worked all the way in and she moaned in response. “Cum for me, Sansa,”
he said, as he began pushing in and out of her.
“Ohhh....yes...Petyr...” She was becoming breathless and Petyr picked up the
pace as he felt her walls begin to contract around his fingers. He worked his
fingers faster and faster until she cried out, her legs trembling and her pussy
tensed around his digits. Her head lolled forward and her forehead rested
against his shoulder as she came down from her high.
Petyr removed his hand from her shorts and couldn’t refrain from smelling her
musky scent on his fingers, he stuck them both into his mouth, sampling her
taste...sweet and salty. “Mmm.” She raised her head at the sound of his moan
and he pressed his lips to her, his tongue urging her to open for him so she
could taste herself. His hands moved back to her hips, pressing her between his
legs, his own desire not yet sated. She must have figured out what he needed
because she lowered her hands from his shoulders and began unbuttoning his
jeans. He stopped kissing her and leaned back to watch, her hands trembling
slightly as she reached into his boxers and pulled him free.
“Sansa, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” she said, gingerly wrapping her fingers around his length, and
Petyr sighed at the contact. “I just want to do it right.”
He wrapped his fingers around hers and guided her, pumping up and down his
cock, the foreskin still loose enough to cover his tip when pushed up and
uncover it as it was pushed back down. “There is no right or wrong way. The
best thing is to just watch and listen to your partner’s reactions and figure
out what they like that way. Every person is different.” He let her hand go and
she kept pumping him on her own.
“Do you like this?” she asked, giving him a squeeze as she stroked up his
length and running her thumb across his head.
“Hmm...yeah that’s good.” Her touch was setting off little sparks of pleasure
and his foreskin was getting tighter as his cock reached it’s full growth. “Go
faster.” She complied and picked up her speed, her tiny hand moving up and down
quickly on his sizable member, and pleasure spread from Petyr’s groin up
through his stomach. It wasn’t enough though, he wanted more and for a moment
he thought to push her head down and have her take him into her mouth but she
wasn’t ready for that yet. He had another idea.
He stood all the way up and she stopped her ministrations, her adorable eyes
searching his with worry. “Was I doing it badly?”
He couldn’t help but grin at her innocence. “No my dear, you were doing just
fine, I just want to try something else. Is that okay with you?”
She nodded. “Yes, Petyr.”
“Good, now remove your shorts and your panties.” She hesitated, her cheeks
burning red again. “Don’t be shy, Sweetling. I’m sure you are even more
beautiful without clothes on. Allow me.” He hooked his fingers on the edge of
her shorts and pulled them down with her panties. Instead of just letting them
drop he got down onto his knees and slid them down her legs, now face to face
with the patch of red hair between her legs. It wasn’t exactly what he had
planned, but the desire to taste her overtook him and he couldn’t ignore it.
He hoisted one of her legs up over his shoulders, grabbed her ass and pushed
her sex to his watering mouth. She gasped at the unexpected sensation and
immediately grabbed his head, her fingers threading through his hair. Slowly he
kissed her, as though he were kissing her other lips, and then he flattened his
tongue and ran it from her entrance to her clit. She cried out and bucked
against his face and he tightened his grip on her hips, holding her steady as
he lapped up her juices. She was still wet from earlier but Petyr felt more
emanating from her entrance onto his tongue, as he teased at her sensitive
little nub, and when he finally wrapped his lips around it giving it a hard
suck she rutted his face wildly.
He wanted to reach down and touch his cock, which was now throbbing with need,
but feared she would collapse if he let go of her. Not to mention she was
getting quite loud, he needed to finish this up, and soon, before someone
followed the sounds and they were caught. Giving her one more kiss below, he
pulled back and lowered her leg and she whimpered from the loss of contact. He
stood up, grabbing her face and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue delving in
so that she would fully taste her own juices still in his mouth.
“Hmmm,” she hummed into him and her hands slipped under the bottom of his shirt
and she ran her fingers up over his chest, her thumbs circling his nipples.
Petyr moaned back into her with delight, she was a quick study, a natural.
“Turn your back to me,” he whispered, releasing her lips.
She bit her bottom lip, swollen and plump from him devouring it, and nodded.
“Are you going to...” She turned her back to him leaving the question
unfinished but he already knew what she was asking.
“Am I going to fuck you?” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his
dick against the firm, little mounds of her ass. “Say it, Sansa.”
She pushed back against him. “Are you going to fuck me, Petyr?”
Hearing her say the words sent a jolt through him and he bucked against her. He
hadn’t planned on fucking her right there and then but he sure as hell wanted
to now. Oh fuck but he couldn’t, not like this, bent over in the sticks. “Not
yet, Sweetling. Not here. Press your thighs together.”
Petyr grabbed his member and slipped it between her ass cheeks, her silken slit
caressing the top of his shaft, and began pumping his hips. It was as close as
they were going to get to fucking for the moment and for the moment it was
enough. He held her against him with one hand and with the other he reached
around and pressed his hand over her sex, guiding the head of his cock to hit
her clit every time it poked through.
Her head fell back against him as he thrust, finding a steady rhythm. She felt
so good, so wet and warm and her soft whimpers of pleasure set off little fires
inside him. The hand he was using to hold her he moved up under shirt and bra,
cupping her breast, lightly pinching her nipple between two fingers.
“Ohhh....don’t stop...faster, Uncle Petyr.”
He wasn’t sure why she had waited to call him Uncle at that moment but it set
off a blaze in him that was uncontrollable and he began moving his hips faster
and faster, his thrusts becoming erratic. It occurred to him that a slight
shift could change his angle and he would thrust up inside of her but he
couldn’t do that to her with no warning.
“Mmm...Uncle Petyr it feels so good.”
Sweat dripped off his forehead as he bent his head and kissed her shoulder. “Is
Uncle Petyr making his niece’s little pussy feel good?” She seemed to be
enjoying calling him Uncle, perhaps she would enjoy the dirty talk too.
“Yess...God yes,” she responded, her ass pushing back against him harder, one
of her hands reaching out for the broken tree to steady herself.
Petyr couldn’t take this much longer, he was getting so close to his release
but he wanted her to cum again too. “Turn around, ass on that tree.” She turned
quickly and propped herself onto the broken log of the tree, the rough bark
would likely leave a mark on her pale flesh. “Spread your legs, keep em propped
open for me.”
She nodded and quickly did as he commanded. If she was nervous or scared of
what he was about to do, her own desire had obviously overridden it. Petyr took
a moment to admire her perfect, pink slit but not too long. Someone would
likely come looking for them soon. He grabbed his cock and pressed the head to
her clit, rubbing it around in circles as he stroked himself. With his other
hand he pushed two fingers insider her and began fucking her, hard and fast.
“Oooh....oooh...fuck...” She panted between whimpers and short, quick breaths.
Listening to her and seeing her spread open in front of him was driving Petyr
closer to his peek. He curled a finger inside her and began flicking at that
spot that he knew could send it over the edge. “Cum for Uncle Petyr,
Sweetling.”
At his words her walls began contracting. “Oh...oh...oh....ahhh...oh my God.”
She cried and her pussy clenched around his fingers for the second time that
night. Hearing her cum again sent Petyr over the edge, pleasure exploded from
his cock and radiated out over his whole body.
“Uugh...ooh, fuuuck,” he groaned as his muscles tensed and his cum shot out
onto her pussy and his own hand. He collapsed against her, pinning her against
the tree, both of them breathing heavily as they came down from their climax.
As the haze of lust lifted from his mind, reality began to set back in. He had
just done terrible, filthy things to his niece in the middle of the woods...and
he had loved every minute of it. “Are you alright, Sansa?” he asked, helping
her down and picking up her shorts and panties for her.
“I’m good. I’m great. That was...that felt so good.” She looked at him smiling
blissfully and while he very much agreed with her statement he was afraid of
what the look behind her eyes meant. Was it simply the high of a good fucking
or something else? Infatuation? Love? The thought made him feel uneasy.
“Here, I’ll give you my shirt so you can clean off.”
“No...don’t do that. Aunt Lysa will wonder what happened to it. I’ll take care
of myself.”
Clearly she was already thinking ahead, planning to keep their secret a secret.
“Smart girl.”
Once she had her bottoms back on and he was tucked back into his pants, she
went to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a soft kiss to his
lips. At first Petyr found himself unable to move, shocked by her display of
affection and whether or not he should reciprocate it. Getting her off was one
thing but he shouldn’t be encouraging her, luring her into believing it had
been anything more than sex.
He took her hands into his own and removed her hold on him, stepping back. “We
should get back to camp before anyone comes looking for us.”
He seen the flash of hurt behind her sapphire eyes and immediately wanted to
soothe it. But he didn’t, it was for the best, at least that’s what he told
himself. “Let’s go.” He walked on ahead and she followed behind, not a word was
said between them as they made their way back to camp.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, here it is, last chapter. This was fun and I hope you guys
     enjoy.
When Petyr and Sansa walked back on the camp site to rejoin the others, no one
really even looked up from their games to notice, except Ned who eyed him
suspiciously. Petyr tried not to think too much into it, Ned always gave him
dirty looks, but his guilty conscience kept him from returning Ned’s looks with
a “fuck you” smile as he usually did.
Sansa went to the circle and sat down in a chair. “Sansa are you gonna play?”
her younger brother Brandon asked.
“No, I don’t wanna play your stupid games.”
“Mom, Sansa’s being mean.”
Petyr took a seat next to Lysa while Sansa’s mother Catelyn reprimanded her. He
could tell by the girl’s sour mood that he had in fact, hurt her. What else
could he do though? She was sixteen years old, not even legal, not to mention
the fact that he was married to her aunt.
“Where were you two at?” Ned asked. “I noticed you came back together.”
“Sansa found me sitting by the lake,” Petyr offered before Sansa could respond,
just in case her wounded pride got the better of her and she ratted both of
them out. “She was just trying to convince me that nature is better than pools,
weren’t you, Sansa?”
“Yup.” She made eye contact and while it was fleeting, he could see the daggers
she was shooting him. Ouch!
“Good luck with that,” Lysa said. “Petyr has never been very fond of nature,
have you darling?”
He smiled and nodded, his eyes returning to Sansa. Why was it bothering him so
badly that she was upset? She was just some kid...wasn’t she? Kid or not she
was a far cry more beautiful and smart than his wife.
“Darling, are you ready for bed? I’m going to tuck Robin in and I think I’m
going to call it a night myself.”
“Hmm,” was all he could get out. Going to sleep beside Lysa after having had
his hands all over Sansa’s supple flesh seemed like more of a nightmare than
usual, and that was saying a lot.
“It’s time for you children to get to bed as well,” Cat said, wrangling her
youngsters up. “Sansa, you too.”
“Whatever,” the teenage girl said, standing up immediately and going to her
tent. Petyr smiled sadly, watching her go. God she was so young.
Luckily Lysa didn’t push Petyr for sex once they were alone behind the zipped-
up nylon of their own tent. It wasn’t that he couldn’t go again, he could, but
after earlier he wasn’t in the mood to fake it. Getting hard was easy: touch,
rub, stroke...boom. It was faking the passion, faking the desire. Faking the
need and the want. He didn’t have to fake it with Sansa.
Petyr sighed, shoving a pillow over his face. He couldn’t get her out of his
head.
 
He awoke to the sound of Lysa’s screeching voice yelling at Robin to eat his
breakfast, the smell of bacon and eggs filling his nostrils immediately. He
pulled some jeans on and staggered sleepily out of the tent to find that he was
the last one awake, not a surprise considering he had lain awake half the
night. Ned had a cast iron skillet over the fire and Petyr found his mouth
watering, he hadn’t eaten much since they had arrived, well, except for Sansa.
Fuck...there she goes again! She was sitting next to Robin, eating and telling
him out yummy it was, coaxing him into eating his own food.
“Do you want some breakfast, Petyr,” Catelyn asked.
“Yes, please.” She handed him a plate and he scarffed it down immediately,
surprised at how famished he was.
After breakfast the group decided they wanted to go on a hike through the woods
and as much as Petyr detested the idea of swatting at bugs and getting even
more sweaty than he already was, he decided he would go when Sansa said she was
going. She hadn’t spoken a word to him all morning, hadn’t even made eye
contact, and it was beginning to drive him mad, though he didn’t know why. Was
he so entrapped by his own ego that he needed her to want him?
Twenty minutes into the walk and Petyr was regretting his decision to go. He
was tired of swatting at insects and his skin was sticky and caked with sweat,
he longed for a shower. He stopped behind the group, hands on his hips and
debated turning around. They hadn’t even noticed he’d fallen behind...well,
none of them but one.
Sansa turned around and walked towards him, stopping a few feet away. “What’s
wrong?” She wasn’t exactly her usual self towards him but she wasn’t angry
either...and she had turned around.
“Hiking just isn’t really my thing.” He fought a smile. Why did he want to
smile so badly?
“Walk with me,” she said, taking his hand, his pulse instantly quickening from
her touch. He glanced behind her to make sure no one was watching them.
He thought on it, not that he had to for long. “Okay...yeah.” The smile he had
been fighting broke out and she fought one back in return.
 
The remainder of the day was spent playing games and swimming in the lake,
Petyr actually agreed to get in but it was more to see the sixteen year old
temptress in her pink bikini again than anything. Finally dinner time rolled
around and Ned cooked up a good ol’ campfire feast, as he usually did, “Argh,
argh...I am man, watch me grill!”, while Petyr contemplated how he was going to
get his teenage daughter alone and defile her again.
The problem was that Petyr shared a tent with Lysa, and Sansa shared a tent
with Arya but a perfect opportunity arose that he couldn’t pass up. Robin was
being the oversized baby that he was and whining about being lonely, so of
course Lysa said she would stay with him until he fell asleep. Petyr was going
to make sure she fell asleep with him. While no one was looking he slipped one
of her sleeping pills into her water, the ones she saved for the nights she had
a hard time going to sleep. Then he insisted she drink, she looked so pale and
parched and he didn’t want to worry about her. Worked like a charm. Hell, he
was half tempted to drug the rest of the Starks. No need for Ned to wake up and
find his daughter riding a dick. Unfortunately Lysa would probably notice a lot
of her pills missing but one could be a miscount.
Petyr managed to steal a second with Sansa while no one was looking, too busy
getting all the children ready for bed. “Come to my tent tonight after
everyone’s asleep.” She looked into his eyes but gave no response, not even a
nod, but she did not flat out reject him either. On the hopes that she would
follow through he headed to the showers, scrubbing off the day’s sweat and
insects. Afterward he went and peeped in Robin’s tent and seen that the boy and
his mother were sound asleep...perfect.
He retired to his own tent and waited. And waited. His watch read that it was
fifteen minutes past midnight, two hours since everyone had completely tucked
in for the night. Perhaps she wasn’t going to come, perhaps she had decided
that fooling around with him wasn’t worth the pain he would undoubtedly cause
her. Staring at the moon through the nylon screen above him, Petyr wondered if
he should try to get some sleep and he had decided to do just that when he
heard the zipper on the front of his tent being opened. He shot up into a
sitting position, half afraid it was Lysa, woken and come to join him, but in
the moonlight he could see long red locks falling over porcelain skinned
shoulders. She had come.
“Sansa...”
She zipped the flap shut behind her and crawled over to sit next to him. “Hi,
Petyr.” She smelled fresh and clean and looked adorable in an over-sized white
t-shirt that came down her thighs. Was she wearing anything else under it?
“I thought you weren’t coming.”
“I wasn’t going to. I stopped myself about a hundred times...but...here I am.”
She wasn’t smiling...her eyes looked worried. Not exactly how he would have
expected her to show up looking.
“What’s wrong, Sweetling?” He reached his hand to cup her face, rubbing his
thumb back and forth over her cheek. “If you really didn’t want to come you
didn’t have to. You can leave if you wish.”
“No I wanted to...it’s just...ealier, you kind of hurt my feelings a bit and ya
know...I thought it over. It’s okay, really. I know you can’t...like...be with
me.”
Petyr looked into those sad blue eyes and he ached to make them light up again.
“Well, maybe we could find a way.” What the fuck was he saying? Better yet what
the fuck was he thinking?
She shook her head. “We can’t...if anyone found out my dad would have you
arrested.”
“Actually Sansa, he can’t. I looked into the law a little while back, in this
territory the age of consent is sixteen. Some territories have an age of
consent but the person they are sleeping with has to be within a few years of
that age, but not in this territory. That is unless...”
“Unless what?”
“Unless you told him I forced you. Then it becomes rape.”
Her eyes opened wide. “I would never.”
Petyr reached for her hands, gently rubbing his thumbs across her knuckles. “I
know but adults can be very persuasive and they might try to pressure you into
saying anything.”
“Petyr, they couldn’t.” She grabbed his fingers, gripping them for assurance.
“I might be sixteen but I’m not an idiot. And I’m not weak.”
He leaned over and pressed his lips to her neck and she let out a faint
whimper. “Not weak? Are you sure?”
“That’s different,” she said and he could hear the smile in her voice. Her
hands went up to his bare chest and she played with the hair there, the contact
immediately sending a pulse through his cock.
He wanted her, he couldn’t deny that if he tried, not even to himself and for
some reason she wanted him though he couldn’t fathom why. Petyr knew he was a
good looking man, younger looking than his forty-four years, and his body was
lean and muscular. But sixteen-year-old girls usually wanted sixteen-year-old
boys and considered a twenty-year-old an older man. Yet there she sat for him
to devour and yes, he was going to take advantage of that. He felt somewhat
guilty but at the same time, not so much. If he didn’t take her virginity some
pimply teenager would likely end up taking it in the back of his Honda,
shooting his wad in ten seconds and not caring if she got any satisfaction out
of it at all.
“Uncle Petyr...I want to do something.”
“What’s that, Sweetling?” he asked, lifting his head so that he could see her
face.
“You’ll have to lay down. Well, you don’t have to but you’ll probably be more
comfortable that way.”
Petyr couldn’t stop the full on grin that broke out across his face as he lay
back, propping his head on two pillows. “What exactly do you want to do to me,
Miss Stark?” She straddled his lap, her shirt riding up and he could see the
sides of her thighs, the curves where her hips met her waist, and she
definitely wasn’t wearing anything under that shirt.
“Well, first I want to kiss you.” She leaned over and placed her lips to his,
slowly and gently at first, and ran her tongue across his bottom lip. That was
all it took to spark the fire in the pit of his stomach. He placed his arms
around her, pressing her chest to his his, running his hands down her back
until he reached the soft curve of her ass. When he squeezed both cheeks and
pressed her to his growing erection, she moaned into his mouth, intensifying
their kiss.
She pulled her lips from his and lowered her mouth to his ear. “I want to suck
your cock,” she whispered before closing her lips around his ear lobe. Petyr
felt goose bumps break out on his skin and his cock twitched between them.
“Have you ever done that before?” he asked. The image of her perfect little
mouth wrapped around his dick made him buck his hips up against her and she
responded, grinding down onto him. “Mmmm.”
“No...but I wanna try,” she answered, continuing to roll her hips, enjoying the
friction. “Is that okay?”
“I’m not going to stop you.”
Sansa giggled and began kissing down his neck until she reached his collar
bone, her hands roamed over his chest and stomach, searching and exploring. He
let his head fall back and enjoyed the touch of her curious fingers. When her
mouth moved to place a kiss over one of his nipples he allowed a sigh to escape
his lips.
“You’re body is so beautiful, Uncle Petyr,” she whispered against his skin and
Petyr felt a wave of pleasure wash over him from the combination of her words
and touch.
“Not as beautiful as yours,” he argued, his fingers brushing her locks out of
her face as she kissed her way down his stomach. She had moved her body
backwards as she made her way down his form, to where she was now straddling
his calves. The closer her head came to his crotch the more he began to throb
in anticipation.
When she grabbed the waist band of his boxers he lifted his hips so she could
slide them down his thighs, and his aching member sprang free from it’s
restraint. Petyr felt perspiration breaking out on his body but for the first
time since their trip he didn’t hate it...his entire body was alighting with
desire...sparks of flames erupting, preparing him for what was to come.
She placed her hand around his cock, more confident than she had been the other
day, and began stroking up and down his length and he let out a groan of
appreciation, grateful for the friction that his body was craving. Petyr
propped himself up on one elbow and with his other hand he cupped the nape of
her neck, gently pushing her head down towards his arousal. He was neither
trying to force or rush her but encourage her. To let her know that he wanted
to receive it as much, if not more, than she wanted to give it. Or perhaps she
wanted it just as much, for she closed her eyes and allowed him to dip her
head. The first thing she did was place a kiss on his reddened tip and Petyr
whispered, “Good girl”, relishing the site before him.
She glanced up at him, smiling, before licking the pre-cum off her lips, then
she wrapped both lips around his head and sank her mouth down onto him, taking
as much of his length as she could. Petyr hissed from the pleasure of it and
she began to bob her head up and down on him, sucking as she went. All of the
blood seemed to rush between his legs at once and he felt himself growing in
her mouth, getting harder and harder.
“God damn, Sweetling,” he cursed, holding her hair back and watching her work
him. For someone who had never done this before she was doing an amazing job
and the flames that were threatening him before were engulfing him, promising
to send him over the edge if she kept going.
Just a little bit more, he promised himself. He couldn’t refrain from thrusting
up into her mouth, gently at first to see how much she would allow. Her eyes
looked up at him...she was gauging his reactions and when she seen that he
liked fucking her face she allowed him to thrust a little harder, a little
deeper. When she gagged he tried to pull back but she grabbed his hips and held
him in place, a moan from her reverberating around his shaft. She was enjoying
it. The realization sent a rush through him and he had to pull her up.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, wiping at her lips.
“Nothing. That was wonderful...too wonderful. I don’t wanna cum yet,
sweetheart.”
“Really?” she asked, smiling, and he pulled her back up to straddle him,
sitting himself up into a sitting position so he could hold her against him. He
kicked at his boxers, that were still wrapped around his ankles, and flung them
off.
“Are you sure you’ve never done that before.”
“Yup. I read a lot.”
“What on earth do you read?”
She giggled. “Nasty things. My parents would ban me from the internet if they
knew.”
“You are not so innocent, my dear niece.”
“Maybe in experience but not in my mind.”
“I think we’re taking care of the experience part,” he said, crashing his lips
to hers. He could taste himself on her, musky and salty, and it only further
induced his arousal. He searched for her tongue with his own and sucked on it
lightly before pulling back. “I want you naked.” She nodded and lifted her
arms, allowing him to pull the shirt over her head, and he took in an eyefull
of her bare breasts for the first time. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his hands
coming up to cup each one. “So perfect.” He lowered his lips to her neck as his
thumbs circled her nipples and they hardened instantly. “So responsive.” She
moaned from his touch and rocked her hips in his lap.
He grabbed her and rolled her onto her back, his own body hovering just above.
“It’s your turn,” he said, before lowering his head and taking one of those
hardened peaks into his mouth. Every inch of her was breathtaking, her
porcelain skin, young and soft...tight. Was he worthy of this...of her? He
supposed it didn’t matter because she was offering herself regardless and he
was going to take her...greedily...hungrily.
Petyr massaged her hips as he moved to her other breasts his mouth sucking and
licking until both of her nipples were red and taut. Her fingers moved through
his hair, stroking and pulling as she moaned in delight from each sensation. He
wanted to taste her, wanted to hear her moaning his name as he devoured her
with is tongue, wanted to breath in her scent as she spilled her arousal into
his mouth. Leaving her breasts behind, he trailed his lips down her torso as
his hand slipped between her legs. When his fingers parted her folds he felt
the magnitude or her passion, her pussy was flooded and he desperately longed
to drown.
“My oh my,” he grinned, biting at her navel as he lightly ran his fingers
through her slit, just barely grazing her clit, and she jerked beneath him. He
tenderly stroked her sex, never applying any real pressure, as he kissed down
to her hip bone, his free hand kneading one of her thighs. She was beginning to
wiggle...soft whimpers escaping her lips.
“Petyr...”
“Yes, Sweetling?”
He looked up to see her biting her bottom lips, her brows drawn together. “I
need...” She wouldn’t finish but she rocked her hips up against him, expressing
what she could not with her words.
“You need what?” he asked, rubbing up and down of her outer lips. He knew
exactly what she needed but he wanted to hear her say it.
“Kiss me...taste me.”
Petyr pursed his lips, fighting a grin. “Kiss you where? Up there...” He patted
her little pussy and she groaned. “Or down here?”
“Oh Petyr...please.”
“Well...since you’re begging....” He toyed with her no longer, dipping his head
between her thighs. He kissed her fully and listened as she exhaled a deep sigh
of relief, then extended his tongue and ran it through her slit. She tasted
like heaven and he hummed against her sex as he devoured her, lapping up every
drop of her desire as his own began to peak once more. He skillfully assaulted
her clit, his mouth slick with her juices, and she began to unravel beneath
him, pulling on his hair and moaning incoherently. The sound of her cries
sending shock waves straight to his cock.
When he pushed two fingers into her tight cunt she bucked up against his hand.
“Oooh...Uncle Petyr....mmm....” He worked his digits inside her, loosening her
walls so that it would be easier for her to take him when he fucked her. And he
was going to fuck her, there was no doubt about that now. It was an obsession
to the point of madness and the anticipation of sinking his aching cock into
her was excruciatingly wonderful but he needed to satiate that need very soon.
But first he wanted her to cum. He returned his mouth to her clit, sucking and
circling, as he pushed his fingers in and out of her.
“Oh..oh...oh my God, don’t stop,” she breathed heavily and he could feel her
walls tightening. Fuck, her sounds of pleasure were maddening and he needed her
to cum before he gave him and jerked himself off.
He had an idea. Keeping his fingers inside her, he moved up onto his knees,
looking down over her. “Look at me, Sweetling.” She moaned, biting her lip as
he continued fucking her with his fingers but her eye lids were fluttering.
“No, no...look at me. That’s it, good girl. Do you like it when Uncle Petyr
fucks that little pussy?”
“Ooooh...” she cried at his words, her cunt getting tighter around his digits.
But again her eyes were falling heavily.
“Sweetling, keep your eyes on mine.” She shook her head moaning and grinding
onto his hand. “Sansa open your eyes...” He increased his speed and she grabbed
onto his shoulders. Her eyes shot open and looked into his and she broke.
“Mmm....oh fuck...oh my God.”
Petyr pulled his fingers out of her, gently patting her as she came down from
her climax. In truth he was beyond ready to grab her and fuck the shit out of
her, his cock was so hard he could have jack-hammered through a cement wall.
He’d have to ease into it. He lay between her legs, crashing his lips to hers,
and his erection pressed between her silken folds.
“Oh fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispered, breaking their kiss, his hips
uncontrollably rutting against her. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Her voice blissful and relaxed. He was glad he had gotten her off so
hard before he presented her with pain.
He pushed himself up onto one arm and with the other he reached between them,
grabbing his swollen member. He watched her lips tremble as he rubbed his tip
against her clit, slipping it up and down her slit to get it lubricated. “This
is going to hurt some.”
She nodded. “I know.”
Aligning himself with her entrance he asked again, “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Deep breath, Sweetling.” She did as instructed and took a deep breath.
“Exhale.” When she did he pushed into her. “Ahh...fuuuck,” he moaned. She was
so fucking tight and he’d had to push hard, her body naturally trying to reject
the intrusion. She cried out and her eyes clamped shut as he stretched her all
the way open for the first time. Lowering himself so that his chest was pressed
to hers he kissed her softly on the lips. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay...it burns...not as bad as people warned me though.”
“I don’t know for sure but I think women say that to girls to make them afraid
to have sex. To keep them away from bad men like me.”
She smiled and he covered her mouth with his own as he began to slowly pull out
of her and push back in. Petyr had never felt anything so wonderful in his
life...and it was all his. No one could ever have this. “You can go a little
faster,” she whispered and he picked up the pace of his thrusts. The feeling of
her wet little pussy, wrapped tightly around his cock was almost overwhelming,
his head dropping against her shoulder as he continued to move inside her. Her
fingers once again went to his hair and she turned his head, kissing his
forehead.
“It’s starting to feel good.” Motivated by her words he raised himself up and
reached his hand between them so he could rub that sensitive little nub between
her legs. As his thumb circled it and he continued fucking her, her breaths
became more shallow...little mews emanating from her lips. “Faster, Uncle
Petyr...it feels good.”
Petyr grabbed her hand, replacing hers with his own to work at her clit so that
he could use both of his to brace himself at her sides, and he began pumping
into her faster and faster, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her chest.
“Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he praised.
“Mmm...” Her head fell back as she rubbed herself.
“Do you like the way Uncle Petyr’s cock feels inside you?”
She shuddered beneath him. “God, yes.”
He repositioned himself, getting onto his knees and pushing her thighs back,
holding them down with his hands so he could go deeper. “Tell me more,” he
demanded with a hard, deep thrust that made her cry out.
“Uncle Petyr...you feel so good...it’s so thick...” Another hard thrust. “So
hard.”
“Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned, his thrusts getting faster and harder, more
erratic. “Your pussy feels so good around me...you’re so tight.” At his words
she picked up the pace of her fingers working her clit. He felt the beginning
contractions around his cock and knew she was as close as he was. “Cum for
Uncle Petyr, baby.” With that last sentence her body tensed, her toes curled
and her walls gripped him like a vice, pulling him further and further in. The
feeling sent waves of pleasure crashing over him, pushing him over the edge. At
the last second, as his vision went white, he pulled out shooting thick ropes
of cum all over her stomach. He collapsed on top of her, his forehead on her
shoulder, both their bodies slick with sweat.
Minutes later, after the rush had subsided, Petyr felt Sansa’s finger in his
hair, gently combing through as she whispered the words “I love you, Uncle
Petyr.”
He felt a swelling in his chest and wondered if that’s what it was...love. He
supposed he did love her and what was the harm? In all likelihood she would
outgrow him and move on one day, realizing he had been a phase. But for now he
could enjoy the most beautiful creature he would probably ever get. He could
indulge in the pleasures of her flesh and bask in the light of her praise.
“I love you too, Sweetling.” It was after the words were out of his mouth, much
too late to pull them back in, that he realized who was going to be hurt in all
of this. It wasn’t Sansa...it wasn’t Lysa...it wasn’t Sansa’s parents. It was
him.
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