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The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe - Self-doubt 
(mf, inc, first) 
by Big Red Dope (bigreddope@hotmail.com)

Peter laid in the tent weary and wide-awake.  Not even the slightest
hint of sleep had entered into his body.  It was dark outside and except
for the occasional sounds of the camp guards it was quiet too.  What had
started as a game of hide and seek had turned into a struggle for a land's
freedom.  Being the eldest child Peter stepped into the role of his father
when he left to fight the Nazi's and helped his mother as best he could in
keeping the family together.  He had to put on a brave face many times, but
now found himself racked with anxiety.  While his father was helping to
stop the spread of evil Peter reluctantly found himself preparing to lead
an army into battle to overthrow it.  Edmund was missing and though he had
killed Maugrim the wolf and Aslan had sent Oreuis and others to rescue his
brother Peter was now no more sure of himself leading an army than he had
been when he, Susan, and Lucy first arrived in the camp and saw the hope
their arrival brought.

Giving up on getting sleep any time soon Peter got up and left his tent.
He looked around a bit, taking in the cool night air, and with his hands in
his pockets he walked towards the river.  Peter stopped and looked at the
ground in the general area of the riverbank in which he got "lucky" and
slew the wolf.  Then as the moon seemed to start to shine just a bit
brighter than it normally would Peter noticed a dark spot on the ground and
kneeled down to investigate.  It was blood.  He didn't know how he knew,
but he knew it was the blood of Maugrim and this was the spot where the
wolf died.  Peter ran his hand over the spot replaying the days earlier
events.  He wanted to convince himself he hadn't lucked out in killing the
wolf, that he was ready for what was coming, but he couldn't.  Still filled
with much self-doubt Peter sat down at the river's edge and stared at the
reflection of the moonlight on the water.  He picked up a nearby rock and
skipped it across the water.  It bounced several times before sinking to
the bottom.  Peter lost himself in thought for several minutes before he
was interrupted.

"Peter, what are you doing out here?  You should be sleeping.  You're
going to need it," Susan said sitting down beside him.

"I can't sleep Susan.  I keep thinking about what Aslan, what everyone
is wanting us to do.  This world isn't any better than our own, but at
least Edmund was with us when we were home."

"I must admit that using just logic I can't figure out how the four of
us have become some kind of saviors for the people here.  There could have
been someone besides us staying with The Professor and if they had stumbled
onto the wardrobe like we had they'd be in the same position we are." Susan
picked up her own stone and tried to skip it across the water.  Instead it
immediately sank to the bottom the first time it hit water.

"You never were any good at skipping stones," Peter grinned slightly as
another of his rocks bounced along the water effortlessly.

"This is silly.  Ask mother what she prefers; good grades or the ability
to toss stones," Susan replied trying to skip another rock which
immediately sank to the bottom of the river as well.  "Bugger."

"This is really embarrassing," Peter said not being able to help but
laugh out loud this time.  "You can't even get your stone to bounce once."

"Don't sit there and laugh.  Show me what I'm doing wrong and teach me
the right way to play your stupid game."

"You're making this much too difficult Susan," Peter started jumping at
the sudden howl of a far off creature.

"Are you okay Peter?" Susan asked seeing Peter flinch in the moonlight
and hearing the ground rustle underneath him.

"I'm fine.  It's just that the wolf that howled just now..." Peter said
trailing off.

"What is it Peter?  What's wrong?"

"I can't do it Susan.  I can't help these people.  I'm not a leader," he
muttered.  He stood up and began to walk back to his tent.

"Wait please!" Susan said jumping to her feet and grabbing Peter's arm.

"What?" Peter sighed.

"We have to help these people!  You can't abandon them now!"

"I can't Susan!  Going into battle isn't an easy thing to do!  Do you
remember what's going on at home, why we have to live with The Professor?
Edmund is missing because of me and I was barely able to protect you and
Lucy today..."

"But you did protect us," Susan replied her hand dropping down to
Peter's squeezing it.  "Lucy and I are alive, because you killed Maugrim,
and Oreuis will get Edmund back.  I know he will.  Aslan trusts him and so
do I."

"You're alive because I got lucky.  I couldn't even bring myself to
strike Maugrim.  He attacked me and I reacted.  You can't have a coward
like me lead an army into battle and expect to win.  It's not logical."
Peter pulled his hand from Susan's and began to walk away.

As Peter disappeared into the darkness Susan's eyes started to water.
"I believe you Peter.  Why can't you believe in yourself?" She muttered
barely audible to even herself.

***

Peter laid on the makeshift bedding in his tent.  He tossed and turned
as he thought about Edmund, the position he had allowed himself to be put
in in regards to Narnia's battle with the White Witch, and the conversation
he had just had with his sister.  He knew daylight couldn't have been more
than a few hours away and he hadn't slept a bit.  His confidence was shaky
to say the least and if he didn't get some sleep soon he would be even less
helpful.  Just as his eyes were starting to close and he was about to head
off into dreamland Peter's tent was disturbed.

"Who is it?" He asked slowly turning to face his tent's doorway while
reaching for his sword.

"It's me," Susan replied stepping into Peter's tent.

"What do you want Susan?  I was about to fall asleep," Peter asked
sitting up.

"I'm sorry I disturbed you, but I just wanted you to know that even if
you don't believe in yourself the people here believe in your, Aslan
believes in you, and Lucy and I believe in you.  You can lead the people of
Narnia if you want."

"Like I told you, I got lucky."

"Peter stop it!  Do you think Lucy cares if you're the world's greatest
soldier?  No, you saved her life and you love her.  That's all that matters
to her!  If you can't see yourself the way everyone else does then maybe
you're right.  Maybe Aslan needs to find a new leader." Susan then turned
to leave the tent, but Peter stopped her.

"Susan wait..."

"What Peter?  I need to get to sleep.  You may not want to, but I want
to help the people of Narnia."

"It's not that I don't want to help I just don't think you or Lucy
completely understand what's going on here.  Aslan is talking about going
to war with the White Witch.  Just like what's going on at home.  Instead
of airplanes and bombs we've got horses and swords.  People are going to
die Susan; you, me, Edmund, anybody.  Edmund could already be dead!"

"Don't say that Peter!  He's not dead!" Tears began to form in Susan's
eyes again and the same guilt he felt for causing Edmund to run off Peter
now had for his sister.  He stood up and kissed Susan on the forehead
before hugging her.

"I'm sorry for saying that.  It's just that if things don't work out
like everyone hopes then any of us could end up dying.  The beavers said
the White Witch wants us all dead, even Lucy!  If something were to happen
to any of us what would the others say to mother when they went home?  What
if father dies in the war and she also loses one of us?  How do you think
she'll react then?"

"Why didn't you say something before?" Susan asked with a sniffle
looking up at Peter.

"Because I have to take care of the family while father is gone," Peter
replied sitting down.

"You behave just like him, you know that?" Susan said sitting down next
to him.  Taking a breath she then asked, "What are you going to do then?"

"The same thing father did," Peter replied looking at the ground.  "What
I have to.  He believes in his cause and I believe in mine.  I don't
believe we came to Narnia by accident.  For whatever reason the four of us
were supposed to come here.  I will do what I can to help the people
here... even if that means I die in the process."

"Do you mean that?" Susan smiled her hand reaching into his lap to take
his.

"Yes I do.  I don't know what will happen to us, but it's like you said
I have too much of father in me.  I'm a nervous wreck, I have been since we
left the beavers' home, but I can't turn my back on these people.  I can't
do it and have a clean conscious."

"You're going to make a great leader Peter," Susan said.

"Thanks..." He replied.  "What are you doing?" He asked when she took
his left hand from his lap.

"I love you Peter," Susan said as she pressed his hand against the green
cloth that covered her left breast.

"Why'd you do that?" Peter asked quickly pulling his hand away.  "I love
you too, but this can't be.  Mom would--"

"Mom would take you by the collar and drag you home if she knew you were
going to lead an army into battle." Susan stood up in Peter's tent and
loosened her dress before pulling it off and dropping it.

"Susan what are you doing?  Put your clothes back on!" Peter demanded
standing up and handing his sister her dress.

"It's like you said anything can happen in the next few days.  We could
all die and if that happens I want you die a man fighting for a cause and
not as a boy out of place." Susan began removing her undergarments.  First
she pulled the top up over her head then she pulled down her bottom.

Peter opened his mouth to say something more, but at that moment the
moonlight that managed to creep into his tent seemed to shine on Susan in
the right way.  He looked at her from head to toe and could not get over
how beautiful she looked standing in front of him.

"Peter say something.  You're making me nervous."

"I don't know what to say."

"Oh...  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Susan trailed off as she reached
down to pick up her clothes to dress herself.

"Susan stop," Peter said stepping to her and taking her hands.  "What I
meant was that you're absolutely beautiful."

Susan smiled, blushed a bit, and dropped her clothing.  She then kissed
him passionately full on the lips.  When their kiss broke both teens had a
smile on their face.  With a bit of nervousness entering her body Susan sat
down on Peter's bedding as he undressed.  When he was fully nude the
moonlight had the same effect on his body that it did on hers.

"Wow Peter..." Susan said.  "You look good too."

"Thank you," he said turning to face her.

Though Peter couldn't see it Susan blushed heavily as she caught a
glimpse of his penis.  She had seen drawings of them in books before, but
this was the first real one she had ever seen.  Peter's cock looked huge to
her and for someone his age it was a bit bigger than normal.  He was almost
at six and a half inches and still growing.  Peter sat down next to his
sister and the two of them looked at each other with nervous glances.

"So how do you want to do this?  I've never done this before," Peter
admitted after several minutes of the two of them looking at each other
with nervous smiles.

"Me neither.  I've only heard girls talk about this at school," Susan
replied.  "Lay back and let me try to remember what they said."

With a smile and not fully knowing the pleasures that awaited for him
Peter laid back and waited to see what Susan would do.  Before the war
against Germany had started and life was still easy as a teenager Peter had
gotten erections quite often from being around attractive girls, but he was
still a virgin having only ejaculated sparingly through self-gratification
almost never having any time alone.  Now he and Susan were spending
probably one of their last free nights together and neither of them knew
exactly what they were doing.

With her eyes not able to leave Peter's large semi-erect member Susan
gently felt it up several times before taking hold of the shaft.  Just the
mere touch of his sister's hand on his penis caused Peter to flinch ever so
slightly and immediately become fully erect.

"Are you okay Peter?" Susan giggled as she started to ride her hand up
and down his cock.

"I'm fine.  I'm just a little nervous is all."

"Me too," Susan smiled as her hand continued to slide up and down her
brother's dick.  "But being with you will make my first time easier."

After several minutes of stroking Peter's shaft Susan felt something
sticky when the edge of her fingers slipped over the edge of Peter's
cockhead.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked when Susan stopped stroking him.

"Nothing."

Peter moaned when he felt Susan start to tongue his cock.  The girls had
at school had been right.  Even at the slightest touch of Susan's hand
pre-ejaculate had started to dribble out of Peter's dick.  It was a bit
salty as Susan licked it from her brother's skin and the more she slid her
tongue over his shaft the more he moaned and the more that came out.

Peter groaned loudly and his penis ached like it was about to burst as
Susan wrapped her lips around it and slowly began bobbing her head up and
down.  She did the best she could at performing oral sex for the first time
and could only assume Peter was enjoying it as he continued to moan and his
cock seemed to twitch by itself from time to time in her mouth.  As Susan
continued to run her tongue up and down Peter's shaft and her lips slid
over it she slowly came to decide that this really wasn't any worse than
sucking on a finger.  It's just that she was sucking on Peter's manhood and
from time to time a salty substance spilled onto her tongue.

Then Susan decided to try something else she had heard about in school.
Still orally pleasuring Peter she reach under and gave his scrotum a slight
squeeze.  Peter's body jerked and he moaned loudly as he came into his
sister's mouth.  Susan was a bit surprised by Peter's reaction and the wads
of cum that squirted from his cock.  Not knowing what else to do she tried
swallowing as fast as she could.  The semen was thick and it was a bit
salty, but Susan swallowed most of it down.  She brought her head up when
it seemed Peter was finished, but he was still hard.  He then sat up next
to her.

"That felt wonderful Susan," Peter said with a smile.

She blushed before speaking, "Thanks, but it's my turn now.  I don't
want to be a girl anymore."

In the moonlight they could see each other smile as they switched places
and Susan laid down.  She spread her legs for Peter and with a slight
nervousness he pushed the tip of his penis into her warm fold.  With a
slight nod and a smile Susan motioned for Peter to continue and he did.
Slowly he worked his dick into her pussy and an excited rush overtook Susan
as Peter filled her.  Then they both stopped for a moment.  Peter's dick
had found her hymen and had started to push against it.  It was Susan's
initial whimper that got him to stop.

"You okay Susan?  I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm fine Peter.  It always hurts the first time they said."

"Okay, I'll try to be as gentle as I can."

Susan bit her lip as Peter started pushing himself inside her again.
Then with a small thrust the fleshy membrane within Susan was broken.  She
gritted her teeth for a split-second and groaned, but the pain slowly
passed and soon Peter's entire shaft was within her.

"You feel so big inside me Peter," Susan said with a smile.

"And you feel so tight around my dick."

"Just keep going.  It'll start to feel better soon."

Peter needed little encouragement from Susan to started fucking her as
his body was telling him all he needed to know.  As he started to pull out
and push back in Peter's body and especially his cock was already starting
to feel like it had before he came earlier.  As he slowly worked his body
into a nice pace and rhythm Peter couldn't help but notice Susan's firm
breasts as they rocked back and forth with each thrust.  He let go of
Susan's hips and leaned forward enough that he could take both of her
breasts in his hands.  Peter squeezed them, fondled them, exploring breasts
for the first time as he tried to continue to thrust himself into his
sister.  He nearly slipped out a few times, but Susan likely the feeling of
Peter's hands on her chest as he fucked her wrapped her legs around his
waist.

Susan had heard talk at school about everything that was now happening
to her.  The excitement that she felt, the tingling almost burning
sensation that was taking over her body was making her believe that her
first orgasm wasn't far off.  Peter grunted holding onto Susan's breasts as
he thrust his cock in and out of Susan's pussy.  The harder and faster he
seemed to fuck her the tighter her pussy seemed to get.  The sibling teens
pulled as much pleasure from their sexual romp as their bodies would allow
as they continued on into the early morning.

Even with the cool air sweat had started to form on their bodies.  Susan
was the first to lose herself and come.  She felt her pussy explode with
passion and burn as she orgasmed.  Peter continued to wildly thrust himself
into her even as Susan's pussy took his dick into a tight grip and
smothered it with her cum.  It would be several more minutes before Peter
would come for the second time.  Susan felt Peter's warm sticky cum shoot
into her body several times before letting up.  This time when he finished
he went limp as he pulled out.  Peter fell down next to Susan as both
breathed heavily trying to recompose themselves.

"Thank you Peter," Susan whispered after several minutes of silence.  "I
love you."

"I love you too Susan," He replied kissing her on the forehead.  "And
thank you.  I want to say more, but I don't know what to say."

"Don't worry about it.  I better be getting back to my tent though in
case Lucy wakes up," Susan said standing up and redressing.  "Don't worry
Peter everything will work out.  I know it will."

"Me too," he smile a few minutes later when his sister finally left.




