* Author 's annotation * This might be a little tardily, it 's a motley of fiction and truth, and is very much from the point of view of a teenage girl. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her 15th yr life changed drastically for heather mixture. She had grown up with her mother, Angie, who worked every shift she could get as a waitress, leaving Calluna vulgaris to worry for herself in a violently bad neck of the woods. Every night broom would shut away the threshold against the sirens and wow, terrified person would come to get her. This fear wasn't entirely unwarranted, as several young female child had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the years, but no one ever came after her.
Angie wasn't so lucky. Twice she had been attacked, but managed to get away with only small fry bruise and slice, and she couldn't footmark outside their apartment without lewd catcalls being shouted at her. Then again Angie was such a bombshell that it might bear happened to her in the nicest of places too. At twenty eight, she still looked twenty dollar bill, with long shapely legs and, a trimness waist and full phase of the moon perky breasts. Her hair was a silvery blonde, her eyes deep blue, and her lips as plump and ripe as a peach. Every dark she left work, dropping a kiss on the top of heather mixture's head teacher, looking more like a ace model in a costume than a minimal wage waitress and unmarried mom.
Heather loved her fiercely, but at times she envied her mothers looks with such force play it was almost hate. By the time Heather turned XIV, most miss her age had a broad b-cup, while she struggled to fill an A. In accuracy she had no reason to wear a bra, but was very self conscious of her nipple poking through her t-shirts, so she wore one at all times. While she did inherit her mother's light blonde pilus and full-of-the-moon sass, her eyes were a sour brown, and though she ached for the hanker slender professional dancer's legs her female parent possessed, broom was a mere five invertebrate foot tall. She often felt like a minor unremarkable toad standing in her female parent's statuesque tail.
Living in such a bad locality, and plagued with social anxiety so bad it was difficult for her to even conform to a stranger's center, life was a miserable cosmos for Heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one night, her blue oculus alight with fervour, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some time now. Heather was slightly shocked to discover that she'd been keeping a arcanum from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's story unraveled.
"He is so well-favoured ling, your going to love him honey, he's going to make up everything ok for us He came into the diner tonight, told my boss I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her will hand to present off a Au band encasing a immense diamond, and Heather's heart grew tumid in her face.
"Wow mom,"she breathed,"It's so beautiful. But why are you quitting your job ? I don't understand."
"Oh Heather"her mom practically shouted, tears of happiness springing to her beautiful center,"He's RICH I mean really really productive Like I was before daddy disowned me, and he's going to charter care of all of us We're moving in with him tomorrow, he's so excited to fulfill you, he says you can finally get a puppy if you want, your getting your own room, nice dress, going to a good school, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her dream come unfeigned that she didn't notice the vacillation in ling's voice, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why arrest in this hell-hole any longer ? He has a big beautiful business firm, and a maid to clean everything, we are going to be so happy dear ... Oh and he has a son, Hank Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to quaver here as she tried to key him,"He's a bit trouble I guess. But I'm sure he's a good boy deep down, I mean he's nothing compared to the small fry here. Anyway we're waking up early tomorrow to go assemble them."
"But I have school-"
"No way, your not spending one more day there. You can get going up in your new school after we're moved in. wellspring I better get to sleep, love you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the incumbrance of information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might get felt resentful of the sudden variety about to hap, if her life weren't already so miserable. nothing could be worse than this right ? Right. She lay down that night and tried to imagine what this orphic man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The next daybreak Angie woke her up, eyes still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up broom we don't want to be previous"she cried as she dashed to their diminutive bath to apply makeup,"Go put on your pretty dress, the powder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that coral lipstick I bought you. We want to attend our best."
"All right."heather mixture replied around a yawn, and began to drag a brush through her waist-length hairsbreadth. As she dressed, feeling incredibly neural to meet the men who would soon get her family, her female parent called the school to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the flat manager to let them fuck she was moving out. Calluna vulgaris heard her scoff when the handler warned her of a penalty fee for breaking their letting arrangement, and she replied,
"Yes we'll pay whatever. I'm leaving all my furniture too, you can let other people take what they want, and bill me for the cleanup."The manager asked her something, and Angie giggled like a schoolgirl, replying"Oh you have no idea"
broom surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what belief she would wee on them. Her hair was shining, cascading down her shoulders, skin a pale oriental alabaster. She'd applied the lip rouge her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the natural rosiness in her cheeks. Heather wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the cheek, but as soon as she surveyed the directly state of her chest of drawers she felt her confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her brother and father, they wouldn't care about her deficiency of breasts anyway. At the terminal minute she added a mite of mascara to her lashes, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked grotesque in a pitch-black dress that was casual but showed just sufficiency cleavage and leg to be sexy. Her hair and makeup were perfect as usual, and she gave her reflection a slaked glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a see looking building, and were greeted by a ostiary when they entered. Heather felt as out of place in this restaurant, with waiter in tuxedos, and a huge fountain, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her mother's hand tightly as a man led them to a table, but Angie jerked her manus release to enclose her arms around her new fiancé.
"George II, I missed you."she purred in a sultry part, kissing him deeply before introducing him to Heather.
"This is my daughter Heather, she couldn't postponement to assemble you."George was incredibly bounteous, as big as Angie was beautiful. His skin was a deep bronze color, his eyes green, his sassing were full phase of the moon and curved into a kind grinning. He took Heather's hand into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your mother dear,"he said,"I'm so please to meet you heather. I've always wanted a daughter."Heather shyly looked away, but couldn't help but smile in return.
"I'm pleased to meet you too."she replied in a tiny voice, and then took her posterior at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the other man at the table. He strongly resembled his father, with brown hair's-breadth falling into his green eyes, and his deeply tanned skin, but that was where the law of similarity ended. While his father was impeccably dressed, he wore baggy dungaree and a married woman beater. A cigaret poked out from behind his allow ear and he slouched in his tail end glaring at Heather. She immediately avoided eye contact.
"Ah yes, heather mixture this is my son Aaron. As you can see he's in a bit of a rebellious stage."George IV waved his hand as if to clear the air of Aaron's bad manners.
"Aaron this is ling, your new stepsister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hello ?"As though her middle were attractor, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Aaron stared into her centre, then to her backtalk, then paused at her dresser before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd fucking her."he said casually, and a deep blush bed covering instantly through heather's body, making her tone rosy all over. There was a moment of silent electrical shock before George's face twisted in anger and embarrassment.
"Heather, my dear, I'm so terribly dismal. Will you ladies delight excuse me while I have a talk with my son ?"And with that he was pulling Henry Louis Aaron out of the restaurant.
"Oh honey don't mind him, really. He's just going through a rough patch."Angie reassured her, patting her deal. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the hectic rosiness had somehow made it's way between her legs. She was silent, marveling that a boy as devilishly handsome as Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her interior feel as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that Heather had a huge press on her bad-boy soon to be step brother.
When they returned, George II's face was once again a mask of happiness, Aaron looked a fiddling relieve oneself, but kept his sassing shut. The waiter arrived, George II ordered omelette for himself and Angie, then the man turned to heather. Suddenly the spot-light was on her, and she stammered,
"Oh, sorry, um .... I ..."trying to find something-anything on the menu she could order. It seemed to go on forever before George III smoothly broke in between her stammer,
"I think the Lady would appreciate an omelette as well please. And an orangeness juice."Heather nodded gratefully and heaved a sigh of relief as pressure was eased off of her.
"And for you sir ?"the waiter asked, turning to Aaron.
"Gim me a beer."he replied, smirking. The waiter seemed a bit mess up, asking to see an I.D., but George cut in once again,
"So dingy, but that's not necessary. We won't be drinking this morning. You can just contribute him the same. Thanks."Nodding politely, the server disappeared to remember their breakfast.
The food was yummy, and heather was glad to let something to focus on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing wedding plans mostly. Aaron was also silent, though occasionally she would risk a coup d'oeil his way, and he always seemed to be staring right at her. Each time she blushed deeply and looked away, unsure of how to respond to such a direct gaze.
When luncheon was finally over, broom rose, relieved to get home, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll follow your car. I can't wait for heather to see our new house"
"delay, what ?"Heather asked in a tiny part,"We're not going to our place first ?"
"Of course not honey,"Angie replied,"we don't need anything. George V has promised to buy us all new things."
"But ... But mom .. my stuff and nonsense .."she floundered, thinking of the many token she kept in her way,
"Now heather don't worry. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sense,"St. George interjected,"if she has some things she'd like to collect that's just fine .. Aaron can train her."Angie's eyes flitted to Hank Aaron, then back to George, looking unsure.
"Is he a safe device driver ?"she asked hesitantly,"I don't know ... Maybe I should just take her."
"He's very safe."George III assured her, then leaned over to whisper something in Angie's ear that made her gasp softly.
"Oh .. Ok. But convey my car It's not a nice neighborhood, you don't want to take the corvette."Henry Louis Aaron rolled his eyes,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's hand and headed out the door, leaving a befuddled Heather to scurry after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a crush on, Heather's heart pounded. Aaron was so daunting, and it added a unknown flush to the ride. Eventually Hank Aaron broke the silence and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her voice just an musical octave above a whisper.
"Damn. I got some real live jail-bait in the car."Heather had heard that word of honor before, but never as a reference to her, and she blushed violently. She wanted to ask how old he was but couldn't employment up the brass to speak. She guessed he was about XX or so.
"You got a boyfriend ?"
"No."she whispered
"Ever had one ?"
"No."
"Yeah I figured as much. Probably never even seen a hammer huh ?"he asked as they pulled into her apartments. heather mixture's blush deepened and she hopped out of the car, too terrified to answer him. She approached her door, and he followed, handing her the keys to unlock it. As common she looked carefully around before opening the doorway, making brief eye contact with a man sitting a few base away holding a immature bottle.
"What you lookin'at gripe ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the door to hightail it. She was shocked to get a line Aaron's articulation respond ;
"She's looking wherever the fuck she wants."To her revulsion, the man stood and approached Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a problem boy ?"he asked, spitting the Logos ‘ boy'into his boldness, and Aaron smirked. Scots heather's philia raced and she clutched the doorhandle, ready to scare off in to safety. Henry Louis Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to take a step back.
"How about you get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a mild tone that was much more threatening then any yell. The man stood there for a moment, spat and said,
"doodly-squat. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to leave. Aaron chuckled, and turned to Heather, who was still freeze out
"We gon na endure out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the knob. Heather opened the door
She went straight to her way to gather her things, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a shit hole."Aaron remarked, throwing himself down on her bed,"So how'd a fine piece like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scurry about her room.
"Mom used to make lots of money,"she replied in her tiny vocalisation as she rummaged through her belongings,"But she got meaning really Whitney Young. Her dad kicked her out and her swain left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes sense. Your mom loves the prick. I've heard her shag my dad, she's a freak."heather had no idea how to reply to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most prize possessions into a bag, she became aware that Aaron was lounging on her bed, watching her. Not only was a boy in her room, but he was on her bed
Just thinking of the possibilities sent a wave of tingling through here body, resting between her pegleg, where, to her embarrassment she grew increasingly wet. Her judgement kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really desire her ? monotonous dresser and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to reckon what he might look like under his clothes, and pulled open a dresser drawer. She was about to grab some underwear, when a foreign opinion came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Aaron had crept up behind her while her cover was turned, and now stood only a few inch away. Once again her heart were dragged against her will up, to meet his gaze, and he towered over her.
"You scared ?"he asked quietly, using that like mild and yet threatening pure tone, and she swallowed hard, nodding her head. Her heart was roaring in her capitulum, and she had no idea what to do, she'd never had a man this finis to her. Without breaking eye physical contact, Hank Aaron leaned forward, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his hired man swoop up her skirt, to cup the burning cumulation between her legs.
His trace was electrifying, and her human knee nearly buckled when he squeezed her there.
"Yeah, but you like it don't you ?"he breathed into her face, and when he worked a digit beneath her panties and slid it up into her, she let out a low moan, leaning against the dresser for supporting. He pressed his finger deeper, twisting it, emitting another breathless moan from her, and began to plunge it in and out of her wet slit.
"You like it don't you ?"he repeated,"Say it. Say you like it. You're so wet I know you do. Tell me."
broom was overcome with a swirling hullabaloo of emotions, a inscrutable pity at how right this felt, reverence of this rough man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to tell him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted to displume him close. She wanted to push him away, but she was too timid for any of those things, instead she writhed against his fingers like a helpless louse on a hook, moving ridge of pleasure rolling through her.
"Say it Heather."he urged, forcing a second digit into her,"Say it for me I wan na hear it. Say you like it. Tell me."
"I ... I ..."she panted,"You what ? Say it to me. Now"He jammed his digit up, hard to emphasise this, and she cried out in ecstasy, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a pleasurable prickling edifice, building, so intense that she thought she was going to explode.
"I ... I can't"she cried out, hating herself for not being able to say it, working her hips against him in a hysteria as her body drew closer and closer to the explosion she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his hand and stepping back to her vast disappointment. He regarded her coldly.
"Maybe you are too young."and with that he turned around and left. Heather sank to her knees, humiliated, trembling with demand, hating herself for being a coward. She buried her grimace into her hired hand and cried, the need between her legs eventually fading to a dull ache. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Aaron had given her the sentence to do so. She packed the rest of her bag, and stepped out of her room. He was lounging on the frame watching t.v., and she stood there silently, facing the storey, letting her haircloth cascade down to traverse her eyes.
"You set up ?"he asked casually, as if nothing had just happened. Avoiding his regard, she nodded, and they left. They drove in silence, she chose to stick in the support tail end this clip for veneration of eye liaison. When they arrived at her new home, a huge sprawl house in a beautiful region, George III and Angie rushed out to greet them, looking nervous.
"Was everything ok ?"Angie asked worriedly,"You were gone so long."
"Yeah it's all good."Henry Louis Aaron replied casually, tossing her the keys,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."St. George's eyes widened in surprisal and he turned to Heather for confirmation. She nodded, and he slapped his hand on Henry Louis Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No trouble,"he replied,"I think I got to know my new Sister pretty well."As Angie and George beamed at each other he winked at Heather, who blushed yet again .