*Author 's note* This might be a fiddling obtuse, 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 yr life changed drastically for Heather. She had grown up with her female parent, Angie, who worked every duty period she could get as a waitress, leaving Heather to worry for herself in a violently bad neighbourhood. Every dark Heather would lock the doorway against the Delilah and screams, terrified mortal would come to get her. This fear wasn't entirely unfounded, as respective new girls had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the eld, but no one ever came after her.
Angie wasn't so prosperous. Twice she had been attacked, but managed to get away with only tiddler 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 places too. At twenty eight, she still looked 20, with long shapely legs and, a trim waist and full perky breasts. Her hair was a silvery blond, her eyes deep blue, and her lips as plump and ripe as a stunner. Every Night she left work, dropping a kiss on the top of Calluna vulgaris's head, looking more like a super fashion model in a costume than a minimal pay waitress and individual mom.
Heather loved her fiercely, but at times she envied her mothers looks with such force it was almost hate. By the clock time ling turned fourteen, near girl her age had a total b-cup, while she struggled to replete an A. In Sojourner Truth she had no understanding to weary a bra, but was very self conscious of her nipples poking through her T-shirt, so she wore one at all times. While she did inherit her mother's light blond hair and full lips, her eyes were a dark brown, and though she ached for the long slender dancer's legs her female parent possessed, ling was a simple five pes tall. She often felt like a small unremarkable toad frog standing in her mother's statuesque phantasma.
support in such a bad neighbourhood, and plagued with mixer anxiety so bad it was difficult for her to even gather a alien's middle, life-time was a miserable existence for ling. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one night, her depressed center alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some meter now. broom was slightly shocked to learn that she'd been keeping a secret from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's history unraveled.
"He is so handsome heather mixture, your going to love him honey, he's going to make believe everything ok for us He came into the dining compartment tonight, told my honcho I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her left paw to express off a amber band encasing a huge diamond, and heather's eyes 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"her mom practically shouted, snag of happiness springing to her beautiful eyes,"He's RICH I mean really really rich Like I was before dad disowned me, and he's going to choose tutelage of all of us We're moving in with him tomorrow, he's so excited to gather you, he says you can finally get a puppy if you want, your getting your own way, nice clothes, going to a good school, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her dream come true up that she didn't notice the hesitation in heather's voice, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why check in this hell-hole any longer ? He has a big beautiful house, and a housemaid to clean everything, we are going to be so glad dearest ... Oh and he has a son, 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 nothing 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 take up up in your new schoolhouse after we're moved in. Well I better get to sleep, love you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the cargo of information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might have felt resentful of the sudden changes about to occur, if her life sentence weren't already so miserable. Nothing could be worsened than this right ? Right. She lay down that night and tried to reckon what this secret man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The side by side morning Angie woke her up, eyes still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up Heather we don't want to be belated"she cried as she dashed to their lilliputian lavatory to apply makeup,"Go put on your middling dress, the powder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that precious coral lipstick 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 tomentum. As she dressed, feeling incredibly nervous to meet the men who would soon become her family, her female parent called the schooltime to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the flat handler to let them be intimate she was moving out. Heather heard her scoff when the director warned her of a penalisation fee for breaking their term of a contract agreement, and she replied,
"Yes we'll pay whatever. I'm leaving all my furniture too, you can let other masses 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 imprint she would build on them. Her hairsbreadth was shining, cascading down her shoulder joint, skin a blanch Mexican onyx. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the cancel blush in her face. ling wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the expression, but as soon as she surveyed the apartment state of her chest she felt her confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her chum and Fatherhood, they wouldn't forethought about her want of breast anyway. At the last minute she added a touch of mascara to her lashes, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked fantastic in a black dress that was casual but showed just enough cleavage and leg to be sexy. Her tomentum and physical composition were perfective as common, and she gave her reflection a gratify coup d'oeil before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a visualize looking building, and were greeted by a door guard 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 manus tightly as a man led them to a tabular array, but Angie jerked her bridge player dislodge 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 daughter Heather, she couldn't hold to run into you."George I was incredibly better-looking, as bounteous as Angie was beautiful. His skin was a recondite bronze coloration, his middle green, his mouth were good and curved into a kind smile. He took ling's hand into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your female parent dear,"he said,"I'm so pleased to take on you Heather. I've always wanted a daughter."Heather shyly looked away, but couldn't helper but smile in return.
"I'm pleased to meet you too."she replied in a diminutive voice, and then took her seat at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the early man at the board. He strongly resembled his don, with brownish hair falling into his green centre, and his deeply tanned skin, but that was where the similarity ended. While his don was impeccably dressed, he wore baggy dungaree and a wife beater. A cigarette poked out from behind his left field ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at Heather. She immediately avoided eye contact.
"Ah yes, Scots heather this is my son Aaron. As you can see he's in a bit of a rebellious stage."George waved his paw as if to solve the air of Henry Louis Aaron's bad manners.
"Henry Louis Aaron this is Heather, your new stepsister. Why don't you be polite for once and say howdy ?"As though her heart were magnets, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. 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 blush spread instantly through Heather's body, making her feeling rosy all over. There was a consequence of silent shock before George's brass twisted in anger and embarrassment.
"Scots heather, my pricy, 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 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 febrile blush had somehow made it's way between her legs. She was silent, marveling that a boy as fiendishly handsome as Henry Louis 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, St. George's aspect was once again a mask of happiness, Henry Louis Aaron looked a little pissed, but kept his mouth 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 ascertain something-anything on the menu she could order. It seemed to go on forever before George II smoothly broke in between her stutters,
"I think the lady would treasure 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 server asked, turning to Aaron.
"Gim me a beer."he replied, smirking. The server seemed a bit cock, asking to see an ID, but George cut in once again,
"So sorry, but that's not requisite. We won't be drinking this good morning. You can just fetch him the same. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to retrieve their breakfast.
The food was delicious, and heather was glad to induce something to focalise on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing wedding programme mostly. Aaron was also mum, though occasionally she would risk a glimpse his way, and he always seemed to be staring right at her. Each meter she blushed deeply and looked away, unsure of how to respond to such a take gaze.
When lunch was finally over, broom rose, relieved to get home, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll espouse your car. I can't delay for Heather to see our new base"
"Wait, what ?"heather asked in a tiny articulation,"We're not going to our place first ?"
"Of course not beloved,"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 keepsakes she kept in her elbow room,
"Now Heather don't headache. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sentience,"George I interjected,"if she has some matter she'd like to amass that's just fine..Aaron can pack her."Angie's centre flitted to Hank Aaron, then back to George, looking unsure.
"Is he a safe number one wood ?"she asked hesitantly,"I don't know ... Maybe I should just contract her."
"He's very safe."George II assured her, then leaned over to whisper something in Angie's ear that made her puff softly.
"Oh..Ok. But shoot my car It's not a decent neighborhood, you don't want to bring the corvette."Henry Louis Aaron rolled his centre,
"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 infatuation on, Heather's heart pounded. Aaron was so intimidating, and it added a strange bang 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.
"shucks. I got some really live jail-bait in the car."Heather had heard that Christian Bible before, but never as a mention to her, and she blushed violently. She wanted to ask how old he was but couldn't work up the nerve to speak. She guessed he was about twenty or so.
"You got a young man ?"
"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's rosiness deepened and she hopped out of the car, too terrified to respond him. She approached her door, 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 William Green bottle.
"What you lookin'at bitch ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the threshold to hightail it. She was shocked to pick up Aaron's voice respond ;
"She's looking wherever the screw she wants."To her horror, the man stood and approached Henry Louis Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a problem boy ?"he asked, spitting the give-and-take ‘ boy'into his face, and Aaron smirked. Heather's essence raced and she clutched the doorhandle, ready to dash in to refuge. Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to adopt a whole tone back.
"How about you get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a mild step that was much more threatening 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. Aaron chuckled, and turned to Heather, who was still frozen
"We gon na remain firm out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the knob. Heather opened the door
She went straight to her room to get together her affair, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a shit hole."Hank Aaron remarked, throwing himself down on her bed,"So how'd a finely piece like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scurry about her room.
"Mom used to ingest lots of money,"she replied in her midget voice as she rummaged through her belongings,"But she got pregnant really youthful. Her dad kicked her out and her boyfriend left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes sense. Your mom loves the stopcock. I've heard her fucking 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 precious possessions into a bag, she became aware that Hank 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 branch, where, to her embarrassment she grew increasingly wet. Her psyche kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really want her ? Flat thorax and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to imagine what he might appear like under his wearing apparel, and pulled open a toilet table drawer. She was about to catch some underwear, when a strange feeling came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Aaron had crept up behind her while her book binding was turned, and now stood only a few in away. Once again her eyes were dragged against her will up, to cope with 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 core was roaring in her ears, and she had no theme what to do, she'd never had a man this close to her. Without breaking eye link, Aaron leaned forward, and for a consequence she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his hand slide up her annulus, to cup the burning hillock between her legs.
His cutaneous senses was electrifying, and her knee joint nearly buckled when he squeezed her there.
"Yeah, but you like it don't you ?"he breathed into her fount, 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 living. He pressed his fingerbreadth deeper, twisting it, emitting another breathless groan from her, and began to engross 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. secern me."
Heather was overcome with a swirling excitement of emotions, a cryptic shame at how trade good this felt, fear 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 intercept. She wanted to perpetrate him close. She wanted to drive him away, but she was too faint-hearted for any of those matter, instead she writhed against his fingerbreadth like a helpless worm on a crotchet, wave of pleasure 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. William Tell me."
"I ... I ..."she panted,"You what ? Say it to me. Now"He jammed his finger up, arduous to punctuate this, and she cried out in X, on the brink of something she'd never felt before, a pleasurable prickling building, building, so acute that she thought she was going to explode.
"I ... I can't"she cried out, hating herself for not being capable to say it, working her articulatio coxae against him in a frenzy as her body drew closer and closer to the burst she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his bridge player 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 knee joint, humiliated, trembling with need, hating herself for being a coward. She buried her face into her work force and cried, the need between her peg eventually fading to a dull ache. Finally she pulled herself together, thankful that Aaron had given her the metre to do so. She packed the rest of her bag, and stepped out of her room. He was lounging on the cast watching t.v., and she stood there silently, facing the flooring, letting her hair cascade down to cover her eyes.
"You set ?"he asked casually, as if nothing had just happened. Avoiding his regard, she nodded, and they left. They drove in secrecy, she chose to stay in the backwards tail end this prison term for reverence of eye contact. When they arrived at her new home plate, a huge sprawling house 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."Aaron replied casually, tossing her the paint,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George V's middle widened in surprisal and he turned to Heather for confirmation. She nodded, and he slapped his bridge player on Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No problem,"he replied,"I think I got to make love my new baby pretty well."As Angie and George V beamed at each other he winked at Heather, who blushed yet again .