The Birth of Emily The Nymph-Part One

This the beginning of a story about two girls who learn about their sexuality in ways they would have never dreamed. I won’t give their specific ages. Instead I’ve left what I think are obvious clues.

I don’t often write these types of stories. Nor do I commonly post them online. And it’s even rarer that I write incest. So let me know what you think if you’re so inclined.

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Chapter One


Diana dropped her backpack on its usual spot on the floor in her bedroom. She set her half empty glass of water on top of the dresser. The school day had felt longer than usual with testing coming up soon. She was overall a “B” student, and she had taken to frantically taking notes as to make sure that she didn’t drop down to a “C” in any of her classes. Diana’s lack of drive in junior high meant that she had to work all that much harder to stay caught up on what she should have learned earlier on. That, plus low grades would compromise her future in track and field.

Aside from that, Diana was also stressed out from the bus ride home. Despite the driver’s attempts at keeping order some of the younger kids were almost always causing a ruckus. Though not generally a target of the little hooligans, this afternoon saw a misfired prank sending a rubber snake into her lap. Which, with help from Diana, ending up taking flight out the window.

Unfortunately the driver just happened to be looking in his rear view mirror at that moment. At her stop she got a stern talking to about what she had done. Littering, what if it had landed on someone’s car and caused an accident, completely unacceptable, blah blah blah. It’s not as though she had started it.

Diana took a handful of cheese flavored crackers from a box in her closet. While popping them one at a time into her mouth she pulled a textbook from her backpack. Today’s assignment was only some extra credit work. Even if it was only worth ten points it would still inch her closer to getting an A.

Only a few minutes into her work Diana noticed a familiar feeling in her stomach and nether regions. Thinking about it, it had been more than a week since she last gave herself any “special attention”. It could wait though. The assignment wasn’t all that long.

Or so she thought. While laying on her side she found herself brushing her inner thigh. Diana’s attention was split. As the seconds ticked on she changed positions on the bed a few times, then decided that she wasn’t going to be able to focus until she did something about her urge. Besides, she could use some stress relief. Putting her textbook on the floor, she got up and went to her dresser. A little digging later and she had her rubber dildo in her hand. She downed the rest of her water and lay back down on her bed.

With her left hand, Diana reached under her shirt then bra and lightly pinched her nipple. After playing with her breast for a bit she ran her hand down to her abdomen. Normally she’d stimulate herself through her clothes at this point, but the urge was stronger than usual. Diana skipped to undoing her shorts and pulling everything down enough so that she could spread her knees apart.

Not wanting to dive straigh in she lightly pressed the tip of her toy around and over her clit. She added a little more pressure, then ran between the moist walls hiding the small entrance to her technically virgin body. Diana had come close to getting intimate with a boy the year before. That was until she learned that he was two timing her with another girl. To the other’s credit, she didn’t know either. The two girls teamed up to expose the jerk and were soon friends. Ever since Diana hadn’t really gotten romantic with any boys. Besides, she was intrigued by the idea of waiting for “Mr. Right” before giving over her body. It just seemed like it would be more special that way.

Her vagina now prime and self lubricated with bodily fluids, Diana pushed the dildo inside. She slowly pumped herself in and out without going all the way in just yet. That could wait until the climax.

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“Bye Claire,” Emily said waving at her friend. She wiped her forehead with the same hand as she went into her house. The school may only be a ten minute walk away, but temperatures were in the 90’s. The running a/c was a welcome sound. Leaving her school stuff on the couch she went to the kitchen to make a sandwich and a phone call.

“Aw crap,” she muttered, rummaging through the cabinets. They were out of bread. Instead she took an overripe banana. It was soft, though not to the point of it looking gross. Emily picked up the phone and dialed a number. After a few rings it was answered by a man.

“Hi, may I speak with Trevor?” The reply was that he was staying after school for a project.