The Story of Hanna/Memoirs of Princess Hanna - Page Two
It is your eighth birthday, so it's a very special day in the kingdom of Nova Albion. You feel that this day is extra special, because it's the day you finally get to turn the page towards perhaps the best years of your life, or so you think, in your own lecherous mind. No longer are you too young for comfort, and you're finally staring to look more like a girl. Yet, you're far away from puberty as well. You're determined to make the most of your next few years and make your late childhood feel extra special.
You currently stand at 125 centimeters (4'1") tall and weigh in at 24 kilograms (53lbs), making you one small girl. Your bleach blonde wavy hair is long enough to reach all the way to your buttocks. Your eyes are light brown in color, with a bright orange hue to them. As a pureblood islander and an Albionian, your smooth skin is white and rather pale, but not abnormally so. Your face is accompanied by a cute, pointy nose and small ears, as is typical for an islander. Your chest is perfectly flat, your butt is small and cute, and your hips are narrow in shape. Both your tiny nipples and the inner surface of your vagina are pink in color. Naturally, you have no body hair. Your slim, skinny and healthy, yet wimpy looking figure is maintained by an exceptional diet as well as spending a lot of time playing outside. You're not very athletic though and don't have either strength or stamina to boast about.
The kingdom of your birth, Nova Albion, is located on the mid-eastern shores of greater island of Albion, just a short boat trip away from the great continent. It is a city state, and despite its relatively high population, it is the smallest on the entire island by land area. Mostly located on grassy lowlands, it is known for its farmlands, fishing and trade in the northern seas. The kingdom consists of just one city and shares its entire land border with the kingdom of Chesterfield. Nova Albion is a peaceful kingdom that boasts great diplomatic ties to all of the kingdoms that share the great island of Albion and is part of the great Albionian alliance. It is a tradition and a common practice for the royal families of each kingdom to have their sons and daughters marry each other and to preserve the purity of their Albionian bloodline.
Built with wood and stone, the city is very typical for its age and location. It is divided into seven districts, not including the central castle in the middle of the city dominating the cityscape. The walled castle called the Tower of Nova, known for its trademark white stone and twelve towers of different length, is almost entirely surrounded by the noble's district, with the exception of the large, commercial district to the north. There is also another commercial district to the east, which is known for its harbor. Within the city walls there are three residential districts surrounding the central city, out of which the southernmost is by far the poorest. And finally, outside the walls is the large outer district, which serves as the agricultural center of the kingdom.
The castle is divided into three buildings, all of which are connected to each other. Out of them the largest one is the main building, also known as section A, which serves as a home for the king and his queen, as well as two oldest sons of the family. It includes most of its facilities used daily, like kitchen, dining room and most importantly, the throne room. Section B houses other members of the royal family - including you - and holds many recreational facilities as well, such as the grand royal ballroom and the library. Section C houses some of the higher-ranking nobles, noble visitors from foreign countries, as well as relatives of the crown. There is also an unofficial Section D, which is the park within the castle walls. The castle is primarily accessed through the commercial district to the north, which leads straight to the section A, while the much less used backdoor is between the noble's district and the section C.
Summer has started early this year, but it is raining for the fourth straight day. None of that really matters inside the grand royal ballroom. There is a big party taking place. It isn't just a party for you, but also for your second oldest brother, who coincidentally shares his birthday with you. Since he's having his twentieth birthday and he's second in line for a crown on top of that, the party is mostly about him. He's much bigger deal than the little eight-year-old you, who will probably never amount to anything else in your life than being just another royal girl. Then again, you don't really want anything grand in your life or hold important government positions, so it doesn't bother you. Sure, you have your reservations about whenever you want to be a tool for the survival of royal family and reproduction, but it's still far away in the future and you might change your mind later anyway, especially if you're lucky enough to land in a marriage with a good man. Besides, you love and respect your brother greatly, so it doesn't bother you that most of the attention is on him. You even get to share a dance with you beloved brother to start the ballroom dance part of the party after food had been served, and what a great honor it is. You trained and prepared so hard for that dance. It's also clear that he's elated about sharing that dance with you, the irreplaceable little sister he loves so deeply.
After the dance you realize there is someone missing from the party. Your sister Henrietta has gone somewhere. When did it happen? During the meal, or directly after it? You're not sure since you didn't realize she had left because of how fixated you were on the dance. She usually tells you this kind of things, but not this time for some reason. You walk to your mama to inquire her about the condition of your sister and she tells you that she was feeling sick, so she went back to her tower to rest. That's right, you and your sister have your own private towers. There's some kind of tradition in Nova Albion that says princesses should get their own towers in castle. Anyway, you take it upon yourself to visit your sister and go check on her, mostly because you're worried something might be wrong with her.
You can tell that something is off the moment you lay your hand on the door handle. You hear voices from inside, and those voices aren't words for sure. You freeze completely, not moving an inch and listen carefully. You can't hear well, but you can tell that your sister is moaning and panting heavily. Holding your breath, you open the door ever so carefully, just enough for you to see a glimpse inside, and finally you see and hear everything clearly. You watch at you twelve-year-old big sister on her fours, getting fucked from behind by your uncle and Henrietta's Godfather Turquoise. And she is so much into it you just absolutely can't believe it! From the way she sounds to way she acts while getting fucked makes you believe it isn't even your sister. You always used to believe she was too innocent to even know what sex is but here she is, having sex with an old man, and relative nonetheless. A shocking sight to witness indeed. You can't take your eyes off the act, and it is making you feel excited as well. You can tell just by looking and listening that she must be feeling incredible. You've never heard her make sounds like she's making right now, and the way your uncle's hips pound his behind with a loud rhythmic clap, is just amazing. You lay your other hand between your legs, under your skirt, and touch yourself while you continue to watch, immersed in action. You feel yourself getting wet in jealousy, as a spot appears on your underwear. You can't help but to insert yourself in this situation, wishing it was you instead. You're finally brought down to reality when your uncle finally comes inside her. That is when you realize you have stayed far too long. You silently close the door hoping they won't realize someone was watching them, and you get away as fast as you can.
You return to castle hall to party, but you aren't feeling it anymore. For starters, you are feeling way too hot. And second, you must do something about all of this. You have to talk to your sister, tease her about it and hold it against her. And maybe, just maybe, you could even squeeze some information out of her, because the moment you saw her have sex you became convinced. You MUST experience sex too, sooner rather than later. You used to have your doubts for almost a year when you weren't sure if it was good idea, but not anymore. You are now ready to scratch prepubertal sex from your bucket list and do it for real. You are ready to get a dick inside you.
You soon find Henrietta downstairs, talking to party guests as if nothing had happened. She shows no sign of exhaustion. She isn't even blushing. No-one can reasonably suspect a thing. You approach her to have a talk. "Welcome back! Were you not feeling well?"
She looks at you smiling happily. "Yes, but I'm fine now. Were you worried for me?"
"Yeah… Hanna got worried…" you say, smiling slyly. "That's why Hanna went to check!"
Henrietta's expression changes ever so slightly, just for a split second, and you notice it clearly. Someone who doesn't know what she was doing few minutes ago wouldn't have probably noticed a slight misstep in her demeanor, but it didn't escape your eyes. "Really?" she says. "That's nice of you…"
"What were you doing?" you ask and lean a little bit closer to her.
She looks away, shaken. "Nothing special", she answers. "I just wanted to relax."
She hasn't realized yet that you had actually opened the door and watched her have sex. How unfortunate of her. Her heart must be beating like crazy right now, and it is just going to get worse for her. You lean even closer to her to whisper and smile wickedly. "How was your uncle…?"
"W-what…!?" Henrietta recoils instantly. There is no way she was expecting that question from you.
"What were you doing?" You ask the same question as before, pushing the topic relentlessly.
"It's not something you should be concerned about", she says with low voice, blushing, all flustered. She leans towards you, whispering. "Listen, Hanna…! You need to keep this secret…! And for the love of divine, do not ask any more questions…!"
"Why not?"
"You're too young…!"
Oh, now she's done it. She always keeps secrets and information from you just because she's four years older than you. She sees you as a total kid, even though the truth is that she's a kid too. You are not going to take her comment lying down. It's time to make her panic and feel even more embarrassed. "Does sex feel good…?" Henrietta looks shocked to the point of panicking. She looks all around herself, but nobody heard what you just said. Nobody is even paying attention to you. She grabs your arm and starts pulling you, dragging you somewhere.
"You brat…! Follow me, or else…!"
"Yes, Henrietta!" you say loudly and happily.
"Shut up…! Seriously, shut the hell up…!"
"Don't cuss at Hanna", you say and giggle.
Once you found yourself comfortably away from other people, she walks directly in front of you, angry. She is on the brink of crying, staring daggers through you. She clearly wants to yell at you and scold you, but neither of you say a word. You are just waiting for her to calm down. You know she will calm down, eventually. She never stays angry for long. "I can't believe you know about things like that…" She finally says. "You're way too young to know we were doing… There's just no way…"
"Hanna can't help the fact that Hanna knows about sex…" you say, hands behind your back.
"You're eight! For crying out loud…"
"Hanna is not as innocent as you think."
"Good heavens, this is a catastrophe… This can't be happening… I can't believe I was found out…"
"Well aren't you happy that it was Hanna that found you out?" you ask, pointing fingers at your cheerfully smiling face. "If it was someone else, you would be in big trouble!"
"Knowing you, I'm already in huge trouble…"
"Don't worry! Hanna can keep a secret!"
"R-really…?"
"Yes! Of course!"
"You better…"
"BUT! Only on one condition."
Henrietta sighs deeply with a hand on her forehead. "Let's hear it then…"
"Tell Hanna everything…"
"Everything…?"
"Yes… Everything… Why you were having sex with him, what it feels like, everything…"
After a moment of silence and thinking about all of this deeply, she silently whispers: "Fine…"
"Really!?"
"If that's what it takes to keep your mouth shut, I will gladly share everything."
You nod at her twice and show her both your thumbs. "Hanna promises not to tell your secret to anyone."
"Should we head somewhere private? I'm not comfortable talking here."
"Maybe after the party? Hanna can't really leave now. Not yet."
Henrietta complies by your request. And so, you both head back to enjoy the rest of the party.
…
A couple of hours later, you're sitting in front of each other on a small table inside her room. You cross your legs and lean back with a smug smile on your lips and cheeks blushing like crazy. You've calmed down a little and you're not really horny anymore, but you are still excited. Just for a slightly different reason. Henrietta is having trouble maintaining eye contact with you. She is still feeling embarrassed. She never expected you to know about sex and it has thrown her completely off. It's like she's on an interrogation table with you.
"What are you looking at…?" Henrietta asks, sounding annoyed. "At least say something…"
"So, it was Turquoise, huh…?"
After a pause, she nods slowly.
"What kind of relationship do you two have?"
"I-I wouldn’t call it a relationship…! We just, I mean… Do it sometimes…! It's just a little secret we share…"
"That's what Hanna would call a sexual relationship." She doesn't reply. "He's married, so you're like… His young secret lover…"
"I… I guess that's somewhat accurate…"
"Which one of you made the first step?"
"I guess it was me…" she admits, reluctantly.
"How did you get him to fuck you?"
"W-what!?" she yells. She has never heard you swear up until now and to be fair, you've made a conscious effort not to swear. "That's a very naughty word, Hanna…"
"But you were fucking, right?" you ask, putting strong emphasis on the word 'fuck' while smiling from ear to ear. "He fucked you. What else could it have been, if not fucking?"
"Stop saying the word fuck so much!" she yells, again. "Good grief, now you made me use such a naughty word as well…"
"Does it bother you?"
"It's not a kind of word an eight-year-old girl should use! As if the fact you saw me isn't bad enough, you're using such words to describe it! You're making me feel awful!"
"Calm down, it's just a word. Hanna doesn't mean anything bad." She's not buying it. You feel like you have to stop teasing her by swearing. "Fine, Hanna won't swear anymore. Tell Hanna now how it all begun."
"It was like, half a year ago or something… I saw mom and dad do it… Just like you saw me… I didn't know what they were doing, so I was confused…"
"Oh, you're such an innocent little baby", you say and laugh out loud. "Seriously? How can you not know what sex is?"
"You shouldn't know it either!"
"No, no, there's just no way!" you continue to laugh and wipe off your tears as you do. You're mostly faking it, but there's a genuine element to your laughter as well. "Even kids Hanna's age know about sex!"
"S-shut up…" It's clear she's getting upset by your teasing.
"Okay, okay… Hanna is sorry for laughing… Please continue."
"Well… You know that he's my Godfather, right…? We are pretty close… He's like a second father to me, and I've learned so much from him. I figured he could tell me what they were doing, but he just wouldn't tell me… I continued to push it, I had to know… And he was all like, it's something only people who love each other should do… And I was like, I love you, could we do it then? It looked like mom was having fun… But he said it's adult kind of love… I just didn't understand why I can't do it. I'm already an adult." Yeah, no. She is twelve. She has barely budding breasts and she is 140 centimeters tall, tops. Very much not an adult. Only truly mature part of her is her ass. You decide not to comment on this even though you want to. "So, I continued to push it until he would do it with me. But he wouldn't take me seriously… It took a while until I get him to… H-have sex… With me…" Henrietta's face is red like a tomato and she is getting increasingly quieter and meeker.
"How was your first time?" You drop another tough question on her back. You don't want to give her time to collect her thoughts or shake off her embarrassment.
"It hurt at first, which got me a little scared, but… It started feeling soon quick, and he was rather gentle… So I wanted to do it again… It was weird… I was pretty scared during it all, but I just wanted to experience it again… And it felt even better next time… So we did it again and again, every time more fun than the last…"
"Were you afraid of getting pregnant then?"
"Eh…? N-no…"
"But he came inside you." Henrietta covers her face with her hands and you start to feel worried, even scared. She could be pregnant right now. No, there's no way that's right. Turquoise must have taken safety measures. "Could it be that you don't know where babies come from?"
"Of course I know! He taught me!"
"Oooh, of course. How reliable of him. But you really must be dumb to not know such basic things."
"Stop calling me dumb! How do you know about babies anyway?"
"Mama told Hanna about getting pregnant when she asked why she bleeds down there sometimes." This is actually a fact. Knowledge about menstruation isn't something that carried to you from your past life. You started menstruating very early on in your life - about six months ago to be exact - so it was necessary for your mother to teach you about it. Supposedly it is not unusual for islanders to start menstruating early. Of course, she couldn't give you all the details, but you could connect the dots and get the gist of it.
"Really…? She never taught me…"
"Well, you're kind of a late bloomer anyway", you say and giggle.
"No, you're just blooming way too early. Anyway, he also gave me medicine, so I wouldn't get pregnant… And it seems to work…"
"Convenient." Again, one worry is removed from your mind. Now that you know contraceptives exist in this world, you don't have to worry about getting pregnant once you finally get to lose your virginity. A very good thing, since you feel like you would die if you had to give birth to something as large as a human baby. Well, you probably wouldn't to be honest, but it still scares you. "So how many times have you two fucked then?"
She glares at you, angrily, because you used that word again. You forgot you had promised not to use that word. "Maybe ten… Can we stop talking now…?"
"No."
"Please… Hanna… Just, please stop asking questions…"
"No. Tell Hanna more."
"T-there's nothing else to tell…"
"Of course there is!"
"Fine… But first it's your turn to tell me something…"
"Okay then!"
"How do you know what sex is?"
"That's a secret!"
Henrietta sighs deeply. "That's not fair, Hanna… I'm pouring my heart out and you won't even reveal such a little thing…"
You giggle and stand up. "Hanna has made her decision! Hanna wants to have sex as well!"
"No!" Henrietta yells at you and slams her fists to the table. "That's something I will never allow!"
You tilt your head to the side and lay arms on your hips: "Why not?"
"You're too young! You're just a kid!"
"You're a kid too."
"I am a teenager! It's completely different for me!"
"No, it's not. You have sex because you want to, and Hanna is the same. Hanna absolutely wants to have sex, so she's going to do it."
"You're not ready for it! E-even I admit that I'm too young for this! You're WAY too young for sure!"
"But if Hanna feels that she's ready for sex, isn't that enough?"
"Please, just think this over."
And just like that, the goalpost has been moved. She isn't telling you anymore; she's asking you. It's always like this. You always stand firm to your position and rarely offer compromises, and by doing so you force others closer to your position. It's a very effective tactic to get what you want, especially because people are naturally more inclined to want to please a princess like yourself. It doesn't work on everyone, especially not your parents - they see through your tactics - but it sure as hell works on Henrietta, who is an awful negotiator. You always have your way with her when you want. "Hanna has thought and known about sex for over a year now, and Hanna knows what she wants."
"Okay… Okay then! Prove it!"
"Ehh, prove it…? How, exactly…?"
"Prove that you know what sex is! There's no way you would want to do it if you actually knew the details…"
You calmly begin to explain: "Sex is when a boy puts his cock inside girl's pussy and - "
"Stop, Hanna! Why!? Why do you know all these dirty words!? Just why!? This is so wrong on so many levels!"
"Calm down, Henrietta…" you say, holding your laughter at her reactions.
"I can't calm down! I'm so embarrassed I seriously want to just hide somewhere and stay hidden forever…"
"Please don't… Hanna would get sad…"
Henrietta sighs. "And I honestly feel so defeated… How can you know all this when it took me so long to learn all this…"
"Hanna also knows about that sticky white stuff that comes out from penis…"
Henrietta sighs once again, wailing a little after that. She sounds like she's crying, but you just continue to smile innocently and happily. "Fine then…" she finally whispers. "I will go burn in hell for this… But I can help you do it with somebody…"
"Really!? Do you know anyone who could do it with Hanna!?"
"I will tell one more secret… I have other partners as well."
"Whoa. Nice going, sister. How many?"
"I don't want to tell you… But one of them is definitely interested in girls as young as you…"
"How exciting! Hanna wants to meet him. Who is he?"
"Captain of the guards, Renault." You are really surprised to hear this information. You suspected there could be some child lovers in the castle, but he does not seem that way to you at all. "Hanna, I think I've already made myself clear. I do not think it's a good idea for you to do this. Therefore, I won't help you anymore. I just give you the information. The rest is up to you. Never tell anyone I told you."
"That's alright. Hanna can keep that promise too. Thank you for telling Hanna."
"You're welcome, I suppose…" Henrietta says, sighing for one final time, a sigh of relief. It is now over. There was nothing more you want to ask her, and nothing more she wants to tell me for that matter. So, you leave and head back to your own tower to get some sleep. There's no reason to go back to the castle hall to party. Most of the adults are starting to get drunk anyway, which is not something you enjoy watching take place.
After a nice, warm bath, you lay down on your bed and look back on how you handled yourself. And honestly, you kind of felt bad for forcing your sister to an uncomfortable position. You had bullied her and forced her to talk to you about something she obviously didn't want to talk about. You decide you should apologize to her, but that must wait at least few days later. You have much more important business to attend to.