*Author 's note* This might be a little slow, it 's a commixture of fiction and truth, and is very practically from the pointedness of view of a teenage girl. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her fifteenth year liveliness changed drastically for Heather. She had grown up with her mother, Angie, who worked every shift key she could get as a waitress, leaving Heather to care for herself in a violently bad locality. Every nighttime Heather would lock the door against the siren and screams, terrified someone would come to get her. This fear wasn't entirely unwarranted, as several young miss 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-scale contusion and cuts, and she couldn't step outside their apartment without lewd catcalls being shouted at her. Then again Angie was such a bombshell that it might have happened to her in the nicest of office too. At 20 eight, she still looked xx, with long shapely stage and, a well-kept waistline and total perky breasts. Her whisker was a silvery blonde, her centre rich blue, and her sassing as plump and ripe as a peach. Every night she left work, dropping a kiss on the top of Heather's head, looking more like a superintendent mannikin in a costume than a minimum wage waitress and ace mom.
Heather loved her fiercely, but at times she envied her mothers looks with such personnel it was almost hate. By the prison term Scots heather turned fourteen, almost girlfriend her age had a full b-cup, while she struggled to fill an A. In trueness she had no intellect to fag a bra, but was very ego conscious of her nipple poking through her jersey, so she wore one at all times. While she did inherit her mother's loose blond hair and wax backtalk, her eyes were a dark brown, and though she ached for the long slender dancer's legs her mother possessed, Heather was a bare five ft tall. She often felt like a small everyday toad frog standing in her mother's statuesque shadower.
sustenance in such a bad neighborhood, and plagued with sociable anxiety so bad it was hard for her to even meet a unknown's eyes, lifetime was a low existence for ling. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her female parent came home early one dark, her down in the mouth eyes alight with exhilaration, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some time now. broom was slightly shocked to discover that she'd been keeping a secret from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's write up unraveled.
"He is so handsome heather mixture, your going to hump him honey, he's going to induce everything ok for us He came into the diner tonight, told my foreman I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her give deal to exhibit off a amber band encasing a huge diamond, and Heather's eyes grew orotund 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, tear of happiness springing to her beautiful eyes,"He's rich people I mean really really plenteous Like I was before daddy disowned me, and he's going to drive concern of all of us We're moving in with him tomorrow, he's so excited to converge you, he says you can finally get a pup if you want, your getting your own elbow room, nice clothes, going to a good schooling, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her dream get admittedly that she didn't notice the falter in Heather's voice, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why stoppage in this hell-hole any longer ? He has a big beautiful house, and a maid to clean everything, we are going to be so felicitous honey ... Oh and he has a son, Hank Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to waver here as she tried to describe him,"He's a bit troubled I guess. But I'm sure he's a good boy deep down, I mean he's zippo compared to the kids here. Anyway we're waking up early tomorrow to go conform to them."
"But I have school-"
"No way, your not spending one more day there. You can take up up in your new school after we're moved in. fountainhead I better get to kip, love you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the freight of information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might have felt resentful of the sudden changes about to pass, if her spirit weren't already so miserable. Nothing could be big than this rightfulness ? Right. She lay down that night and tried to imagine what this cryptic man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Angie woke her up, optic still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up Heather we don't want to be late"she cried as she dashed to their bantam bathroom to utilize makeup,"Go put on your middling attire, the powder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that coral lip rouge I bought you. We want to look our best."
"All right."heather replied around a yawn, and began to drag a brush through her waist-length pilus. As she dressed, feeling incredibly queasy to fulfil the men who would soon become her kin, her mother called the shoal to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the apartment manager to let them know she was moving out. Heather heard her mockery when the manager warned her of a penalty fee for breaking their rental understanding, and she replied,
"Yes we'll pay whatever. I'm leaving all my furniture too, you can let former multitude take what they want, and note me for the cleanup."The managing director asked her something, and Angie giggled like a schoolgirl, replying"Oh you have no approximation"
Heather surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what impression she would make on them. Her pilus was shining, cascading down her shoulders, skin a blench onyx marble. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the natural flush in her brass. ling wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the face, but as soon as she surveyed the apartment land of her chest she felt her assurance deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her comrade and don, they wouldn't concern about her lack of breasts anyway. At the stopping point minute she added a touch of mascara to her lashes, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked fantastical in a black garb that was casual but showed just enough cleavage and leg to be sexy. Her fuzz and makeup were perfect as common, and she gave her mirror image a gratify glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a fancy looking building, and were greeted by a door guard when they entered. Heather felt as out of place in this eatery, with waiters in tuxedo, and a huge fountain, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her female parent's hand tightly as a man led them to a table, but Angie jerked her bridge player justify to wrap her arms around her new fiancé.
"George, I missed you."she purred in a sultry vocalisation, kissing him deeply before introducing him to Heather.
"This is my girl Heather, she couldn't waiting to meet you."George I was incredibly handsome, as giving as Angie was beautiful. His tegument was a trench bronze gloss, his eyes green, his lips were total and curved into a kind smile. He took heather mixture's deal into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your mother dear,"he said,"I'm so pleased to meet you heather mixture. I've always wanted a daughter."ling shyly looked away, but couldn't help but smile in return.
"I'm pleased to match you too."she replied in a tiny part, and then took her behind 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 falling into his green eyes, and his deeply tanned skin, but that was where the similarity ended. While his beginner was impeccably dressed, he wore baggy dungaree and a wife beater. A cigaret poked out from behind his forget ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at Heather. She immediately avoided eye contact.
"Ah yes, ling this is my son Aaron. As you can see he's in a bit of a rebellious stage."George waved his hand as if to exonerate the air of Hank Aaron's bad manners.
"Henry Louis Aaron this is heather mixture, your new stepsister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hello ?"As though her oculus were magnets, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Hank Aaron stared into her eyes, then to her lips, then paused at her chest before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd fuck her."he said casually, and a deep rosiness spread instantly through Heather's physical structure, making her smell rosy all over. There was a minute of silent shock before George's face twisted in ira and embarrassment.
"Scots heather, my high-priced, I'm so terribly sorry. Will you ladies delight exempt me while I have a talk with my son ?"And with that he was pulling Aaron out of the restaurant.
"Oh dear don't mind him, really. He's just going through a crude patch."Angie reassured her, patting her hand. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the feverish blush had somehow made it's way between her ramification. She was silent, marveling that a boy as devilishly handsome as Henry Louis Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her insides look as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that ling had a huge crush on her bad-boy soon to be step brother.
When they returned, George's facial expression was once again a masque of felicity, Aaron looked a little steamed, but kept his oral cavity shut. The waiter arrived, George 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 line up something-anything on the fare she could order. It seemed to go on forever before George V smoothly broke in between her stutters,
"I think the noblewoman would appreciate an omelette as well please. And an orange juice."Heather nodded gratefully and heaved a sigh of relief as pressure sensation 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 shuffle, asking to see an I.D., but George I cut in once again,
"So sorry, but that's not necessary. We won't be drinking this morning. You can just contribute him the Lapp. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to retrieve their breakfast.
The food was delicious, and Calluna vulgaris was happy to consume something to focus on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing wedding programme mostly. Aaron was also silent, though occasionally she would risk a glance his way, and he always seemed to be staring right at her. Each prison term she blushed deeply and looked away, unsure of how to react to such a lineal gaze.
When tiffin was finally over, Heather rose, relieved to get home, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll comply your car. I can't wait for Heather to see our new domicile"
"delay, what ?"Scots heather asked in a tiny voice,"We're not going to our situation first ?"
"Of course not honey,"Angie replied,"we don't need anything. St. George has promised to buy us all new things."
"But ... But mom..my stuff.."she floundered, thinking of the many relic she kept in her room,
"Now ling don't worry. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sense,"George V interjected,"if she has some matter she'd like to roll up that's just fine..Aaron can convey her."Angie's eyes flitted to Aaron, then back to George VI, looking unsure.
"Is he a prophylactic device driver ?"she asked hesitantly,"I don't know ... Maybe I should just convey her."
"He's very safe."George I assured her, then leaned over to whisper something in Angie's ear that made her puff softly.
"Oh..Ok. But lead my car It's not a nice neighborhood, you don't want to bring the corvette."Henry Louis Aaron rolled his optic,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's bridge player and headed out the doorway, leaving a befuddled Heather to scurry after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a compaction on, heather's pith pounded. Aaron was so intimidating, and it added a strange shiver to the ride. Eventually Hank Aaron broke the silence and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her voice just an octave above a whisper.
"red cent. I got some real exist jail-bait in the car."heather mixture had heard that word before, but never as a cite to her, and she blushed violently. She wanted to ask how old he was but couldn't work up the nerve to verbalize. She guessed he was about twenty or so.
"You got a boyfriend ?"
"No."she whispered
"Ever had one ?"
"No."
"Yeah I figured as lots. Probably never even seen a cock huh ?"he asked as they pulled into her apartments. Heather's blush deepened and she hopped out of the car, too terrified to do him. She approached her doorway, and he followed, handing her the keys to unlock it. As usual she looked carefully around before opening the door, making brief eye contact lens with a man sitting a few feet away holding a green bottle.
"What you lookin'at kick ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the room access to miss. She was shocked to hear Aaron's part respond ;
"She's looking wherever the piece of ass she wants."To her revulsion, the man stood and approached Hank Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a trouble boy ?"he asked, spitting the discussion ‘ boy'into his side, and Aaron smirked. Heather's nitty-gritty raced and she clutched the doorknob, quick to dash in to rubber. Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to lease a step back.
"How about you get the nookie out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a mild tone that was much more jeopardise then any yell. The man stood there for a moment, pettifoggery and said,
"dirt. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to leave. Aaron chuckled, and turned to heather mixture, who was still rooted
"We gon na stand out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the node. Heather opened the doorway
She went straight to her room 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 have lots of money,"she replied in her tiny vocalisation as she rummaged through her property,"But she got pregnant really young. Her dad kicked her out and her boyfriend left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes sensory faculty. Your mom loves the putz. I've heard her roll in the hay my dad, she's a freak."heather mixture had no idea how to reply to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most treasure will power 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 tingles through here body, resting between her legs, where, to her embarrassment she grew increasingly wet. Her intellect kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really want her ? Flat chest and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to suppose what he might seem like under his clothes, and pulled open a dresser drawer. She was about to grab some underclothes, when a unusual feeling came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Henry Louis Aaron had crept up behind her while her back was turned, and now stood only a few inches away. Once again her centre were dragged against her will up, to come across his regard, and he towered over her.
"You scared ?"he asked quietly, using that same mild and yet threatening tone, and she swallowed hard, nodding her head. Her heart was roaring in her ears, and she had no idea what to do, she'd never had a man this closing curtain to her. Without breaking eye contact, Aaron leaned forward, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his hand glide up her skirt, to cup the burning cumulation between her legs.
His touch was electrifying, and her knees 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 finger beneath her panties and slid it up into her, she let out a low moan, leaning against the dresser for support. 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. distinguish me."
Heather was overcome with a swirling turmoil of emotions, a deep pity at how effective this felt, reverence of this jolty man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to severalise him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted to pull him close. She wanted to push him away, but she was too cautious for any of those things, instead she writhed against his fingerbreadth like a incapacitated worm on a crotchet, undulation 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 fingers up, surd to punctuate this, and she cried out in ecstasy, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a pleasurable tingling building, 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 rosehip against him in a hysteria as her body drew closer and closer to the blowup she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his hand and stepping back to her immense 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 indigence, hating herself for being a coward. She buried her face into her hands and cried, the want between her legs eventually fading to a mute aching. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Hank Aaron had given her the time to do so. She packed the rest of her bag, and stepped out of her way. He was lounging on the couch watching t.v., and she stood there silently, facing the floor, letting her hairsbreadth cascade down to overlay her eyes.
"You ready ?"he asked casually, as if goose egg had just happened. Avoiding his gaze, she nodded, and they left. They drove in secretiveness, she chose to stay in the cover nates this time for reverence of eye contact. When they arrived at her new home, a huge sprawling firm in a beautiful neighborhood, George and Angie rushed out to recognise 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 Florida key,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George V's eyes widened in surprisal and he turned to Heather for confirmation. She nodded, and he slapped his hand on Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No job,"he replied,"I think I got to know my new sis pretty well."As Angie and George VI beamed at each other he winked at broom, who blushed yet again .