*Author 's note* This might be a picayune slow, it 's a mixture of fabrication and truth, and is very much from the point of view of a teenage girl. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her fifteenth twelvemonth lifespan changed drastically for Heather. She had grown up with her female parent, Angie, who worked every shift she could get as a waitress, leaving Calluna vulgaris to manage for herself in a violently bad neighborhood. Every night Heather would lock the doorway against the Delilah and scream, terrified someone would fare to get her. This fear wasn't entirely wild, as several young girls 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 nonaged bruises 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 courteous of topographic point too. At 20 eight, she still looked XX, with long shapely legs and, a trim waistline and wax perky bosom. Her pilus was a silvery blonde, her centre mysterious blue, and her lips as plump and ripe as a peach. Every night she left workplace, dropping a buss on the top of Scots heather's forefront, looking more like a passing modeling in a costume than a minimum salary waitress and one mom.
Heather loved her fiercely, but at times she envied her mothers looks with such military group it was almost hate. By the time Scots heather turned fourteen, nigh girlfriend her age had a full b-cup, while she struggled to meet an A. In true statement she had no understanding to wear a bra, but was very self conscious of her nipple poking through her jersey, so she wore one at all times. While she did inherit her mother's light blond hairsbreadth and full phase of the moon back talk, her eyes were a dark-skinned brown, and though she ached for the tenacious slender social dancer's legs her mother possessed, Calluna vulgaris was a mere five metrical unit tall. She often felt like a minuscule unremarkable toad standing in her mother's statuesque darkness.
Living in such a bad neighborhood, and plagued with social anxiety so bad it was hard for her to even meet a alien's heart, liveliness was a miserable world for Heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her female parent came home early one night, her blue eyes alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some meter 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 handsome Scots heather, your going to love him honey, he's going to make everything ok for us He came into the buffet car tonight, told my boss I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her left hired man to show off a gold band encasing a Brobdingnagian diamond, and heather mixture's centre grew larger in her face.
"Wow mom,"she breathed,"It's so beautiful. But why are you quitting your job ? I don't understand."
"Oh heather mixture"her mom practically shouted, split of happiness springing to her beautiful middle,"He's rich I mean really really rich Like I was before daddy disowned me, and he's going to lead maintenance 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 way, dainty wearing apparel, going to a good school, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her ambition come true that she didn't notice the hesitation in Calluna vulgaris's phonation, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why halt 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 dearest ... Oh and he has a son, Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to waver here as she tried to describe him,"He's a bit disruptive I guess. But I'm sure he's a honorable boy deep down, I mean he's goose egg compared to the kids 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 get down up in your new school after we're moved in. Well I better get to kip, love you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the burden of info suddenly dropped into her lap. She might have felt resentful of the sudden changes about to take place, if her life story weren't already so miserable. nix could be worse than this rightfulness ? Right. She lay down that night and tried to imagine what this mysterious man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The succeeding morning Angie woke her up, eyes still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up heather mixture we don't want to be former"she cried as she dashed to their flyspeck bathroom to apply composition,"Go put on your somewhat frock, the powder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that coral lipstick I bought you. We want to look our best."
"All right."ling replied around a yawn, and began to drag a brush through her waist-length hair. As she dressed, feeling incredibly nervous to meet the men who would soon become her family, her mother called the school to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the flat managing director to let them know she was moving out. Heather heard her scoffing when the manager warned her of a penalty fee for breaking their letting agreement, and she replied,
"Yes we'll pay whatever. I'm leaving all my piece of furniture too, you can let early people take what they want, and greenback me for the cleanup."The handler asked her something, and Angie giggled like a schoolgirl, replying"Oh you have no idea"
Calluna vulgaris surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what impression she would realize on them. Her hair was shining, cascading down her shoulders, skin a pale oriental alabaster. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the born flush in her cheeks. Scots heather wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the face, but as soon as she surveyed the flatcar state of her chest she felt her confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her brother and male parent, they wouldn't care about her want of chest anyway. At the end bit she added a touch of mascara to her eyelash, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked marvellous in a lightlessness dress that was casual but showed just enough cleavage and leg to be aphrodisiac. Her hair and makeup were perfect as common, and she gave her expression a meet glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a fondness looking construction, and were greeted by a doorman when they entered. Heather felt as out of stead in this eating house, with server in tuxedos, and a huge fountain, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her female parent's script tightly as a man led them to a mesa, but Angie jerked her handwriting relieve to wrap her arms around her new fiancé.
"George I, I missed you."she purred in a sultry voice, kissing him deeply before introducing him to Heather.
"This is my daughter heather mixture, she couldn't wait to meet you."George was incredibly handsome, as giving as Angie was beautiful. His pelt was a cryptical bronze gloss, his center William Green, his lips were full and curved into a sort smile. 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 pleased 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 vocalisation, and then took her seat at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the other man at the tabular array. He strongly resembled his father, with chocolate-brown hair 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 jean and a married woman beater. A cigarette poked out from behind his left ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at Heather. She immediately avoided eye contact.
"Ah yes, Heather this is my son Aaron. As you can see he's in a bit of a rebellious stage."George III waved his hand as if to clear the air of Hank Aaron's bad manners.
"Aaron this is heather mixture, your new half-sister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hello ?"As though her eyes were magnet, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Henry Louis Aaron stared into her eyes, then to her back talk, then paused at her chest before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd nookie her."he said casually, and a abstruse blush banquet instantly through Heather's body, making her feel blushful all over. There was a moment of silent shock before George's brass twisted in anger and embarrassment.
"Heather, my dear, I'm so terribly sad. Will you ladies please apologise me while I have a talk with my son ?"And with that he was pulling Hank 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 feverish blush had somehow made it's way between her ramification. She was silent, marveling that a boy as deadly 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 Heather had a Brobdingnagian infatuation on her bad-boy soon to be step brother.
When they returned, St. George's cheek was once again a mask of happiness, Aaron looked a minuscule stiff, but kept his mouth shut. The server arrived, George V ordered omelettes for himself and Angie, then the man turned to heather mixture. 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 smoothly broke in between her stutters,
"I think the lady would appreciate an omelette as well please. And an orange tree juice."Heather nodded gratefully and heaved a sigh of relief as imperativeness 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 flick, asking to see an I.D., but George II cut in once again,
"So sorry, but that's not necessary. We won't be drinking this forenoon. You can just institute him the Lapplander. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to regain their breakfast.
The food was delicious, and Heather was felicitous to have something to focalise on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing wedding programme mostly. Henry Louis 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 answer to such a straight gaze.
When lunch was finally over, heather mixture 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 home"
"Wait, what ?"ling asked in a diminutive voice,"We're not going to our seat first ?"
"Of course of study not honey,"Angie replied,"we don't need anything. George VI has promised to buy us all new things."
"But ... But mom..my stuff.."she floundered, thinking of the many keepsakes she kept in her room,
"Now Heather don't worry. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sense,"George interjected,"if she has some thing she'd like to collect that's just fine..Aaron can take away her."Angie's middle flitted to Aaron, then back to George, looking unsure.
"Is he a safe driver ?"she asked hesitantly,"I don't know ... Maybe I should just take her."
"He's very safe."Saint George 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 courteous neck of the woods, you don't want to bring the corvette."Henry Louis Aaron rolled his eyes,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's bridge player 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 press on, Scots heather's heart pounded. Hank Aaron was so daunting, and it added a strange shiver to the ride. Eventually Aaron broke the silence and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her voice just an octave above a whisper.
"Damn. I got some actual alive jail-bait in the car."heather had heard that word before, but never as a reference to her, and she blushed violently. She wanted to ask how old he was but couldn't work up the nerve to utter. She guessed he was about twenty or so.
"You got a boyfriend ?"
"No."she whispered
"Ever had one ?"
"No."
"Yeah I figured as much. Probably never even seen a cock huh ?"he asked as they pulled into her flat. broom's blush deepened and she hopped out of the car, too terrified to do him. She approached her room access, and he followed, handing her the keys to unlock it. As usual she looked carefully around before opening the door, making brief eye contact with a man sitting a few feet away holding a green bottle.
"What you lookin'at bitch ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the room access to escape. She was shocked to hear Aaron's voice respond ;
"She's looking wherever the ass she wants."To her repugnance, the man stood and approached Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a problem boy ?"he asked, spitting the Holy Writ ‘ boy'into his aspect, and Aaron smirked. Scots heather's heart raced and she clutched the doorknob, fix to scare off in to safety. Hank Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to remove a gradation back.
"How about you get the shtup out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a mild tonicity that was much to a greater extent baleful then any yell. The man stood there for a moment, spat and said,
"Shit. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to leave. Henry Louis Aaron chuckled, and turned to heather mixture, who was still frozen
"We gon na support out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the knob. Heather opened the doorway
She went straight to her elbow room to get together her things, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a motherfucker hole."Aaron remarked, throwing himself down on her bed,"So how'd a okay firearm like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scurry about her room.
"Mom used to have band of money,"she replied in her diminutive phonation as she rummaged through her belongings,"But she got pregnant really young. Her dad kicked her out and her fellow left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes sentiency. Your mom loves the cock. I've heard her fucking my dad, she's a freak."Heather had no idea how to answer to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most prize will power into a bag, she became cognisant that Aaron was lounging on her bed, watching her. Not only was a boy in her room, but he was on her bed
Just cerebration of the possibilities sent a moving ridge of tingles through here torso, resting between her legs, where, to her superfluity she grew increasingly wet. Her mind kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really require her ? matted dresser and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to ideate what he might await like under his apparel, and pulled open a dresser drawer. She was about to catch some underwear, 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 inch away. Once again her eyes were dragged against her will up, to meet his gaze, and he towered over her.
"You scared ?"he asked quietly, using that Saame mild and yet threatening tone, and she swallowed hard, nodding her chief. Her kernel was roaring in her ears, and she had no idea what to do, she'd never had a man this close to her. Without breaking eye impinging, Hank Aaron leaned forward, and for a mo she panicked, thinking he was going to buss her. Instead she felt his hand slide up her dame, to cup the burning mound 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 human face, and when he worked a finger's breadth beneath her panties and slid it up into her, she let out a low moan, leaning against the dresser for keep. He pressed his finger deeper, twisting it, emitting another breathless groan 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. narrate me."
Heather was overcome with a swirling hullabaloo of emotions, a abstruse shame at how good this felt, awe of this rough man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to state him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to break off. She wanted to pull him close. She wanted to push him away, but she was too timid for any of those thing, instead she writhed against his fingerbreadth like a helpless worm on a crotchet, waves of pleasance rolling through her.
"Say it Heather."he urged, forcing a second finger's breadth 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 finger's breadth up, hard to mark this, and she cried out in go, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a pleasurable tingling building, building, so vivid 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 articulatio coxae against him in a frenzy as her eubstance drew closer and closer to the plosion she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his handwriting and stepping back to her immense letdown. He regarded her coldly.
"Maybe you are too young."and with that he turned around and left. broom sank to her stifle, humiliated, trembling with motive, hating herself for being a coward. She buried her face into her hands and cried, the pauperism between her pegleg eventually fading to a blunt ache. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Hank Aaron had given her the fourth dimension to do so. She packed the rest of her bag, and stepped out of her room. He was lounging on the couch observation t.v., and she stood there silently, facing the story, letting her hair cascade down to cover her eyes.
"You cook ?"he asked casually, as if nothing had just happened. Avoiding his gaze, she nodded, and they left. They drove in silence, she chose to quell in the back seat this time for fear of eye striking. When they arrived at her new habitation, a Brobdingnagian sprawl menage in a beautiful region, St. George 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."Hank Aaron replied casually, tossing her the winder,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George's heart widened in surprisal and he turned to Calluna vulgaris for confirmation. She nodded, and he slapped his hand on Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No problem,"he replied,"I think I got to know my new Sister pretty well."As Angie and George beamed at each early he winked at Heather, who blushed yet again .