Incest story: Little Steps. Author: Valkyrie_KNG. My journey from innocent to what i am now. The story is including: True Story, Bi-sexual, First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Non-consensual sex, Teen, Threesome, Virginity, Written by women, Young theme.

Incest story: Little Steps

Author: Valkyrie_KNG

The journey from being an innocent little girl to being… well, I suppose the most polite way to put it would be “disgusting cum slut”, was long and slow. I met a new guy the other day, and while he was over at my house, he saw a picture of me when I was younger on the wall, and he couldn’t believe it was me. He said I looked way too innocent. So, I decided to write this, so the next time you meet a girl who likes sex, you’ll remember that she’s still a person.

My first encounter with the sexual world was when I turned four years old. I don’t remember much from when I was that young, but I do remember that for some reason, I was terrified of turning four. I loved being three, and I guess I was afraid that four year old me was going to replace three year old me and take all my friends and toys. That’s the mind of a four year old for you…

Anyway, it was my fourth birthday, and I was in my parents bedroom since they had the biggest TV in the house, and I found a plastic tub under the bed. Being a naturally curious little girl, I began testing the contents in the only way that really made sense. By trying to eat them. I will never forget my mother’s face when she came in and found me sucking on her sex toys.

Nothing else about my youngest years really stands out, and I didn’t realize until seventh grade exactly what I had been doing. I still haven’t told my friends why I almost died laughing when a pop up ad for a sex toy I thought looked familiar appeared.

The next really clear memory I have is from kindergarten. Honestly, I think my tunnel vision was at its worst that year. I couldn’t have recognized more than the five classmates I sat with, and had no idea if a kid was a year older or younger than me. I met a boy on the playground and I immediately idolized him. He was a cool loner, never ran away from a fight, always had one or two close friends near by. He was like my prince charming.

I had no idea he was two years older than me until my birthday, when I tried to invite him to my party and he wasn’t on my page of the year book. I had no idea what his name was, so I needed the picture to identify him, and with my tunnel vision, I had no idea he wasn’t in my class.

Well, he apparently liked me pretty well too. I was the only girl who hung around the cool second grade kid, and he started spending more time with me than his guy friends. I thought I had a boyfriend, even though I really didn’t know what that meant at the time.

Apparently, second grade is when guys start getting curious about their bodies and about girls in general. He told me that he and one of his friends had been looking through the encyclopedia for every semi dirty word they had ever heard, trying to figure out what on earth happened during sex. I had no idea what sex even was, but he said I could help, so I was thrilled.

I guess I should give you a little background about me before I go any further. My name is Katrina. My parents had me pretty young, when my dad was nineteen and my mom was seventeen. They actually managed to make it through the end of high school and college, even with me, and later, my little brother. My mom is a physical therapist, and my dad is a consulting engineer, so we have a pretty nice house, and I am about to graduate from college with no debt.

I’m twenty two right now, a senior in college. I’m 5’10” tall, I weigh 115 lbs, which is more than I did in high school, even though I still look anorexic. My metabolism has always been through the roof, and I never stop moving. I used to run and play soccer in high school, but I chilled out a bit in college, and put on about five pounds. I have pale blonde hair, and ridiculously pale skin. Both of my parents are of Irish descent, and my mom even has red hair, but apparently that skipped my over and went to my brother. I did, however, get the freckles, which only show up if I blush or get sun burnt. I have not yet found exactly where the freckles end, but the less I wear out by the pool, the more freckles I find.

I have a pretty flat chest, and I wear a 32 A bra. It’s pretty sad, really. I also have basically no butt. I wear my hair in a ponytail usually, although if I am feeling fancy, I braid it, and for a little while I kept it short. I dyed it pink at the start of college to try out the punk rock look, but I decided the clothes suited me more than the hair. Honestly, I was just too lazy to keep it dyed all the time. I got my belly button pierced on a dare, but I don’t have my ear rings pierced. I’m terrified on needles, and I thought I would let my belly button close up until I found out the jewelry doesn’t really have a needle, just a curved screw.

When I was young, my parents sent me to a private catholic school for ten years. Preschool through eighth grade. My little brother, three years younger than me, shared my room until he was nine and I was twelve, but we would still sleep in each others rooms a lot. We were very close, and as far as we were concerned, it just meant we had twice the room to play in. I went to another private christian school for high school. I loved both schools, but the biggest problem was sexual education. We were all pretty sheltered from the idea of sex, and had I not met my idol, I would have probably stayed pretty clueless for a lot of years to come.

So, back to my story. My hero had invited me to join his quest for knowledge, and I was his willing minion. One day, he asked me if I would come to the bathroom with him and show him how everything worked. Of course, I agreed immediately. I sat on this sink and spread my legs, and he looked, touched, and asked me questions about where exactly the pee came out, and what the other bits were for. Mostly, I just had to shrug and say I didn’t know, which was the truth. At least partly. The other part was, it felt really weird and really good when he touched me, and I didn’t want him to stop.

I spent the next few weeks hoping he would ask me to go to the bathroom with him again, but he seemed to have gotten what he wanted. He and his friends kept up their search, and I started feeling a bit forgotten. That’s when I first discovered masturbation. My first year of touching myself, I don’t think I ever reached orgasm, or even really knew what I was doing. I had a vague idea that I shouldn’t get caught doing it, but nothing more.

I spent less and less time with my hero, and then suddenly, a new guy moved in across the street from me. I was in first grade now, I big grown up seven year old, and he was probably thirteen at the time. I would go over to his house while his mother was gone and we’d watch digimon on his huge TV. We usually laid in his bed to watch, but sometimes we would wrestle or tickle or pretend to be digimon and digi-destined after each episode.

One day I came over, and the TV was off, and my friend was sitting on his bed with a thick magazine. It was the first time I had ever seen porn, and it was incredible. I suddenly felt like I understood my old idol’s fascination with sex was all about. We looked through the magazine together, and then things went the way you would probably expect.

We turned on the tv and watched digimon like usual.

It became our new routine. We’d look at the latest porn he pilfered from his mom’s collection, then we’d watch cartoons. It wasn’t for several weeks that something more happened. We were tickling, rolling around on the carpet, struggling for control (which he easily had) and his hand went down my pants. Suddenly, instead of giggling, I was sighing and moaning happily.

He stopped, but didn’t take his hand back, and asked if I wanted to try out some of what we saw in the magazines. I said yes, and we started flipping through them until we found a picture of a man and a woman giving each other a hand job.

We sat side by side, took off our pants, and he taught me how to masturbate properly. For my seven year old body, that was a new and exciting height of pleasure I had never imagined. I had my first orgasm with him. Two years later, he moved away. He had gotten into some kind of trouble, and I never saw him again. But now I was nine, and I knew so much more than before!

The next two year, I did my own investigation. I learned, bit by bit, that sex was something most people did, but no one really talked about, especially around children and christian schools. I started spending more time with my old idol again, who by this time had set aside his search for knowledge, much to my irritation. He knew enough to be satisfied, and his hormones hadn’t started calling for him to think about sex every few seconds. We became pretty close friends, and I even spent a lot of time at his house. I got to know his dad, and I was introduced to the wonder that is Nintendo.

When I turned eleven, my mother started me on birth control. I’m not sure if that caused me to start my period early, or if I was always going to start then, but I do know I was the first girl in my class to start, and everyone thought it was because I spent so much time with my idol.

That was also the year of Catholic school “sex ed”. Mostly, they told us all the slang people use to talk about it, told us to wait till marriage, told us to ask our parents, and told us not to talk about it any more. They did give the girls a brief run down on how we get pregnant, and I imagine the guys got a similar talk about getting girls pregnant, but I never asked.

From the time I started my period, it was like I was a magnet for the guys in the two classes above me. I don’t know if I was releasing some kind of pheromone or what, but my idol was finally showing some interest, and even getting jealous of other guys.

We were at his house one day, his dad and my parents were out at dinner, leaving us to entertain ourselves, when he finally took the plunge and asked me to be his girlfriend. I remember teasing him, telling him that I would go out with him if he were a good kisser. We went to his room and locked the door, and he pinned me to the bed and started kissing me.