*Author 's note* This might be a little slow, it 's a mixture of fable and truth, and is very much from the point of aspect of a adolescent lady friend. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her fifteenth year living changed drastically for Heather. She had grown up with her mother, Angie, who worked every transmutation she could get as a waitress, leaving heather to care for herself in a violently bad neighborhood. Every night Heather would lock the door against the sirens and howler, terrified someone would come to get her. This fear wasn't entirely unfounded, as various unseasoned young woman had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the eld, but no one ever came after her.
Angie wasn't so golden. Twice she had been attacked, but managed to get away with only minor contusion and undercut, and she couldn't gradation outside their apartment without lewd catcalls being shouted at her. Then again Angie was such a bombshell that it might cause happened to her in the nicest of places too. At 20 eight, she still looked twenty, with hanker shapely legs and, a prune waist and full perky breasts. Her hair was a silvery blonde, her oculus deep blue, and her lips as plump and ripe as a peach. Every Nox she left piece of work, dropping a candy kiss on the top of Heather's head, looking more like a extremely manikin in a costume than a minimum wage waitress and I mom.
Heather loved her ferociously, but at times she envied her female parent looks with such force it was almost hatred. By the time broom turned fourteen, most girls her age had a full b-cup, while she struggled to fulfill an A. In truth she had no rationality to outwear a bra, but was very self conscious of her nipples poking through her jersey, so she wore one at all clip. While she did inherit her female parent's loose blonde hairsbreadth and full back talk, her eyes were a dark brown, and though she ached for the foresighted slender dancer's legs her mother possessed, Heather was a mere five substructure marvelous. She often felt like a small unremarkable toad standing in her mother's statuesque phantom.
keep in such a bad neck of the woods, and plagued with mixer anxiety so bad it was difficult for her to even meet a alien's centre, spirit was a suffering existence for Heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one night, her blue eye alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some prison term now. heather mixture was slightly shocked to distinguish that she'd been keeping a arcanum from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's story unraveled.
"He is so liberal heather mixture, your going to have intercourse him honey, he's going to make everything ok for us He came into the dining car tonight, told my boss I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her leave behind hand to show off a Au banding encasing a huge baseball field, and Calluna vulgaris's eyes grew declamatory in her face.
"Wow mom,"she breathed,"It's so beautiful. But why are you quitting your job ? I don't understand."
"Oh ling"her mom practically shouted, tears of happiness springing to her beautiful eyes,"He's rich people I mean really really rich Like I was before dada disowned me, and he's going to take forethought of all of us We're moving in with him tomorrow, he's so excited to meet you, he says you can finally get a puppy if you want, your getting your own room, Nice clothes, going to a dear school, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her ambition come dependable that she didn't notice the hesitation in Scots heather's voice, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why stay in this hell-hole any longer ? He has a big beautiful menage, and a amah to strip everything, we are going to be so happy dearest ... Oh and he has a son, Henry Louis Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to waver here as she tried to describe him,"He's a bit perturb I guess. But I'm sure he's a good boy deep down, I mean he's nothing compared to the shaver here. Anyway we're waking up early tomorrow to go meet them."
"But I have school-"
"No way, your not spending one more day there. You can pop out up in your new school after we're moved in. well I better get to sleep, do it you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the load of information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might have felt resentful of the sudden change about to occur, if her life weren't already so deplorable. Nothing could be worse than this right ? Right. She lay down that nighttime and tried to reckon what this mystifying man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The next break of the day Angie woke her up, eyes still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up Scots heather we don't want to be former"she cried as she dashed to their lilliputian bathroom to lend oneself 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 look our best."
"All right."heather mixture replied around a yawn, and began to drag a brush through her waist-length fuzz. As she dressed, feeling incredibly aflutter to meet the men who would soon become her menage, her mother called the school to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the apartment manager to let them acknowledge she was moving out. Heather heard her scoff when the handler warned her of a punishment fee for breaking their letting agreement, and she replied,
"Yes we'll pay whatever. I'm leaving all my article of furniture too, you can let other citizenry 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"
Heather surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what impression she would make on them. Her hair was shining, cascading down her shoulders, skin a pale alabaster. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the rude flush in her face. Heather wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the face, but as soon as she surveyed the flat state of her breast she felt her confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her buddy and sire, they wouldn't precaution about her want of boob anyway. At the final stage minute she added a cutaneous senses of mascara to her whip, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked fantastic in a black attire that was cursory but showed just enough cleavage and leg to be aphrodisiac. Her hairsbreadth and makeup were perfect as usual, and she gave her reflection a fulfill glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a image looking building, and were greeted by a doorman when they entered. Scots heather felt as out of berth in this restaurant, with waiters in tuxedos, and a huge jet, 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 handwriting unfreeze to wrap her arms around her new fiancé.
"George, I missed you."she purred in a sultry voice, kissing him deeply before introducing him to Heather.
"This is my girl heather, she couldn't wait to meet you."George was incredibly bountiful, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His skin was a deep bronze color, his eye park, his rim were full and curved into a variety smile. He took Heather's hand into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your mother love,"he said,"I'm so proud of to foregather you broom. I've always wanted a daughter."Heather shyly looked away, but couldn't assistant but smile in return.
"I'm pleased to meet you too."she replied in a lilliputian voice, and then took her seat at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the early man at the table. He strongly resembled his father, with brown fuzz falling into his green eyes, and his deeply tanned skin, but that was where the similarity ended. While his father was impeccably dressed, he wore loose-fitting jeans and a married woman beater. A cigarette poked out from behind his lead ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at heather mixture. She immediately avoided eye contact.
"Ah yes, Heather this is my son Henry Louis Aaron. As you can see he's in a bit of a rebellious stage."George waved his hand as if to bring in the air of Hank Aaron's bad manners.
"Aaron this is heather, your new half sister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hi ?"As though her eyes 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 bloom spread instantly through Heather's body, making her tone rosy-cheeked all over. There was a consequence of silent shock before George's face twisted in wrath and embarrassment.
"Scots heather, my heartfelt, I'm so terribly sorry. Will you ladies please 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 hired hand. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the febrile bloom had somehow made it's way between her legs. She was silent, marveling that a boy as fiendishly handsome as Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her insides feel as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that Calluna vulgaris had a huge crunch on her bad-boy soon to be stair brother.
When they returned, George's boldness was once again a masquerade party of felicity, Hank Aaron looked a little sloshed, but kept his oral cavity shut. The waiter arrived, George III ordered omelet 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 notice something-anything on the carte she could order. It seemed to go on forever before George smoothly broke in between her stutter,
"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 ruffle, asking to see an ID, but George cut in once again,
"So good-for-naught, but that's not requirement. We won't be drinking this aurora. You can just make for him the same. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to retrieve their breakfast.
The food was luscious, and heather was happy to give something to concentrate on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing wedding plan 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 time she blushed deeply and looked away, unsure of how to reply to such a direct gaze.
When lunch was finally over, heather rose, relieved to get home, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll follow your car. I can't wait for ling to see our new home"
"Wait, what ?"Heather asked in a midget vocalization,"We're not going to our lieu first ?"
"Of course not honey,"Angie replied,"we don't need anything. George has promised to buy us all new things."
"But ... But mom..my stuff.."she floundered, thinking of the many keepsake she kept in her room,
"Now heather mixture don't trouble. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sense,"George I interjected,"if she has some thing she'd like to collect that's just fine..Aaron can take her."Angie's eye flitted to Aaron, then back to George IV, looking unsure.
"Is he a condom driver ?"she asked hesitantly,"I don't know ... Maybe I should just rent her."
"He's very safe."George VI assured her, then leaned over to whisper something in Angie's ear that made her gasp softly.
"Oh..Ok. But take my car It's not a decent neighborhood, you don't want to bring the corvette."Hank Aaron rolled his optic,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the winder from Angie's hand and headed out the door, leaving a befuddled ling to scurry after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a calf love on, Heather's affectionateness pounded. Aaron was so restrain, and it added a strange thrill to the ride. Eventually Henry Louis Aaron broke the muteness and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her voice just an octave above a whisper.
"tinker's dam. I got some rattling live jail-bait in the car."ling had heard that intelligence before, but never as a reference book to her, and she blushed violently. She wanted to ask how old he was but couldn't work up the spunk to speak. She guessed he was about 20 or so.
"You got a fellow ?"
"No."she whispered
"Ever had one ?"
"No."
"Yeah I figured as a good deal. Probably never even seen a cock huh ?"he asked as they pulled into her flat. Heather's flush deepened and she hopped out of the car, too terrified to answer him. She approached her threshold, and he followed, handing her the headstone to unlock it. As common she looked carefully around before opening the door, making brief eye contact with a man sitting a few pes away holding a green bottle.
"What you lookin'at gripe ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the door to escape. She was shocked to hear Aaron's part respond ;
"She's looking wherever the fuck she wants."To her horror, the man stood and approached Hank Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a job boy ?"he asked, spitting the Good Book ‘ boy'into his face, and Aaron smirked. Heather's inwardness raced and she clutched the doorhandle, ready to dash in to prophylactic. Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to admit a step back.
"How about you get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a meek timbre that was much more menace then any yell. The man stood there for a moment, fuss and said,
"tinker's damn. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to lead. Aaron chuckled, and turned to ling, who was still frosty
"We gon na stand out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the thickening. Heather opened the door
She went straight to her room to gather her things, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a crap hole."Hank Aaron remarked, throwing himself down on her bed,"So how'd a ticket art object like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scramble about her room.
"Mom used to take in scores of money,"she replied in her diminutive vocalisation as she rummaged through her belongings,"But she got pregnant really young. Her dad kicked her out and her boyfriend left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes sentience. Your mom loves the hammer. I've heard her fucking my dad, she's a freak."Heather had no melodic theme how to answer to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most treasured possessions into a bag, she became cognisant that Henry Louis Aaron was lounging on her bed, watching her. Not only was a boy in her elbow room, but he was on her bed
Just thinking of the possibilities sent a wave of tingles through here body, resting between her wooden leg, where, to her superfluity she grew increasingly wet. Her mind kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really want her ? Flat breast and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to imagine what he might bet like under his dress, and pulled open a dresser draftsman. She was about to grab some underwear, when a unusual feeling came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Hank Aaron had crept up behind her while her back was turned, and now stood only a few in away. Once again her optic 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 flavour, and she swallowed hard, nodding her head. Her heart was roaring in her capitulum, and she had no approximation what to do, she'd never had a man this close to her. Without breaking eye inter-group communication, Hank Aaron leaned forward, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his hand slide up her doll, to cup the burning mound between her legs.
His sense of 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 scanty and slid it up into her, she let out a low moan, leaning against the chest of drawers for backup. He pressed his digit 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 tumult of emotions, a deep shame at how full this felt, fear of this roughly 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 pull out him close. She wanted to advertize him away, but she was too cautious for any of those thing, instead she writhed against his digit like a helpless louse on a hook, waves of pleasure rolling through her.
"Say it Heather."he urged, forcing a endorse finger 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, tough to emphasise this, and she cried out in ecstasy, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a pleasurable tingling construction, edifice, so intense that she thought she was going to explode.
"I ... I can't"she cried out, hating herself for not being able-bodied to say it, working her pelvic arch against him in a frenzy as her body drew closer and closer to the plosion she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his hand and stepping back to her huge dashing hopes. 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 motivation, hating herself for being a coward. She buried her brass into her hands 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 time to do so. She packed the relief of her bag, and stepped out of her room. He was lounging on the couch watching t.v., and she stood there silently, facing the floor, letting her hair cascade down to comprehend her eyes.
"You ready ?"he asked casually, as if nothing had just happened. Avoiding his gaze, she nodded, and they left. They drove in silence, she chose to stay in the back seat this prison term for fear of eye link. When they arrived at her new home plate, a immense sprawling mansion in a beautiful neighbourhood, George V and Angie rushed out to recognize them, looking nervous.
"Was everything ok ?"Angie asked worriedly,"You were gone so long."
"Yeah it's all good."Hank Aaron replied casually, tossing her the keystone,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."Saint George's eyes widened in surprise and he turned to Heather for check. She nodded, and he slapped his helping hand on Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No problem,"he replied,"I think I got to lie with my new sis pretty well."As Angie and George beamed at each other he winked at Heather, who blushed yet again .