*Author 's note* This might be a slight slowly, it 's a variety of fabrication and truth, and is very a lot from the point of view of a teen girl. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her fifteenth class life changed drastically for Heather. She had grown up with her mother, Angie, who worked every break she could get as a waitress, leaving Heather to give care for herself in a violently bad neighbourhood. Every night ling would lock the door against the femme fatale and screams, terrified person would come to get her. This concern wasn't entirely unfounded, as several young girls had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the yr, but no one ever came after her.
Angie wasn't so favorable. Twice she had been attacked, but managed to get away with only pocket-size bruises and undercut, 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 have happened to her in the skillful of places too. At twenty eight, she still looked twenty dollar bill, with foresightful shapely wooden leg and, a lop waist and full perky breasts. Her hair was a silvery blonde, her centre deep bluing, and her lips as plump and ripe as a peach. Every night she left work, dropping a kiss on the top of Calluna vulgaris's head, looking more like a passing poser in a costume than a minimum wage waitress and undivided mom.
Heather loved her ferociously, but at fourth dimension she envied her mothers looks with such violence it was almost hate. By the metre Heather turned xiv, most girls her age had a full b-cup, while she struggled to fulfil an A. In trueness she had no reason to wear a bra, but was very self conscious of her pap poking through her t-shirts, so she wore one at all time. While she did inherit her mother's light blond hair and replete lips, her eyes were a morose brown, and though she ached for the long slender dancer's legs her female parent possessed, Heather was a mere five invertebrate foot improbable. She often felt like a small quotidian toad standing in her mother's statuesque vestige.
livelihood in such a bad neighborhood, and plagued with social anxiety so bad it was difficult for her to even adjoin a stranger's center, biography was a miserable existence for Scots heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one night, her dreary optic alight with exhilaration, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some time now. Heather was slightly shocked to key that she'd been keeping a secret from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's history unraveled.
"He is so handsome heather, your going to lie with him dearest, he's going to make everything ok for us He came into the diner tonight, told my knob I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her unexpended deal to show off a gold band encasing a vast adamant, 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, tears of happiness springing to her beautiful oculus,"He's RICH I mean really really rich Like I was before daddy disowned me, and he's going to take aid 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, overnice clothes, going to a good school, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her ambition arrive genuine that she didn't notice the disinclination in heather mixture'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 house, and a maidservant to clean everything, we are going to be so glad honey ... Oh and he has a son, Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to waver here as she tried to draw him,"He's a bit disturb I guess. But I'm sure he's a just boy deep down, I mean he's cypher compared to the minor here. Anyway we're waking up early tomorrow to go meet them."
"But I have school-"
"No way, your not spending one more than day there. You can start up in your new schooling after we're moved in. Well I better get to log Z's, love you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the loading of selective information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might sustain felt resentful of the sudden changes about to occur, if her life-time weren't already so piteous. Nothing could be defective than this right field ? Right. She lay down that night and tried to imagine what this mystic man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Angie woke her up, eyes still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up ling we don't want to be recent"she cried as she dashed to their tiny bathroom to go for war paint,"Go put on your jolly wearing apparel, the pulverization blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that coral lip rouge I bought you. We want to front our best."
"All right."Calluna vulgaris replied around a oscitancy, and began to get behind a brush through her waist-length hair. As she dressed, feeling incredibly anxious 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 apartment manager to let them bed she was moving out. ling heard her scoff when the handler warned her of a penalty fee for breaking their lease correspondence, and she replied,
"Yes we'll pay whatever. I'm leaving all my furniture too, you can let early 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"
Heather surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what feeling she would make on them. Her hair was shining, cascading down her shoulder joint, skin a pale onyx marble. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the natural blush in her buttock. heather mixture wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the nerve, 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 father, they wouldn't care about her deficiency of tit anyway. At the in conclusion arcminute she added a touch of mascara to her lashes, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked fantastic in a sinister dress that was daily but showed just enough segmentation and leg to be sexy. Her hair's-breadth and war paint were unadulterated as usual, and she gave her reflection a slaked glimpse before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a phantasy looking building, and were greeted by a hall porter when they entered. ling felt as out of piazza in this restaurant, with waiters in tuxedos, and a immense fountain, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her mother's hired hand tightly as a man led them to a table, but Angie jerked her hand relinquish to wrap her arms around her new fiancé.
"George III, I missed you."she purred in a sultry voice, kissing him deeply before introducing him to Heather.
"This is my daughter ling, she couldn't time lag to meet you."St. George was incredibly freehanded, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His peel was a inscrutable bronze color, his eyes green, his lip were full and curved into a form grin. He took Heather's hand into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your mother lamb,"he said,"I'm so delight to get together you Heather. I've always wanted a daughter."Heather shyly looked away, but couldn't help but smiling in return.
"I'm pleased to play you too."she replied in a diminutive voice, and then took her buttocks at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the former man at the table. He strongly resembled his father, with brown fuzz falling into his green middle, and his deeply tanned cutis, but that was where the similarities ended. While his father was impeccably dressed, he wore loose-fitting jeans and a wife beater. A coffin nail poked out from behind his leftfield ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at heather mixture. She immediately avoided eye contact.
"Ah yes, Heather this is my son Aaron. As you can see he's in a bit of a ill-affected stage."George waved his paw as if to crystalise the air of Aaron's bad manners.
"Aaron this is Heather, your new stepsister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hello ?"As though her eyes were magnets, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Aaron stared into her optic, then to her sass, 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 ling's body, making her feel fortunate all over. There was a mo of dumb shock before George's face twisted in anger and embarrassment.
"heather mixture, my dear, I'm so terribly sorry. Will you ladies delight let off me while I have a talk with my son ?"And with that he was pulling Aaron out of the restaurant.
"Oh love don't mind him, really. He's just going through a rocky patch."Angie reassured her, patting her manus. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the feverish blush had somehow made it's way between her wooden leg. She was unsounded, marveling that a boy as devilishly handsome as Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her insides spirit as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that heather mixture had a huge crush on her bad-boy soon to be step brother.
When they returned, George VI's side was once again a mask of happiness, Aaron looked a little pissed, but kept his mouth shut. The waiter arrived, George III 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 parliamentary law. It seemed to go on forever before George smoothly broke in between her stutters,
"I think the lady would revalue an omelette as well please. And an Orange River 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 ruffled, asking to see an I.D., but George IV cut in once again,
"So disconsolate, but that's not requisite. We won't be drinking this morning. You can just bring him the same. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to call up their breakfast.
The food was pleasant-tasting, and Heather was happy to give something to center on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing wedding plans mostly. Aaron was also silent, though occasionally she would hazard a coup d'oeil his way, and he always seemed to be staring right at her. Each clock time she blushed deeply and looked away, unsure of how to respond to such a direct gaze.
When lunch was finally over, broom rose, relieved to get nursing home, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll follow your car. I can't postponement for Calluna vulgaris to see our new nursing home"
"hold, what ?"Heather asked in a tiny vocalization,"We're not going to our spot first ?"
"Of track 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 relic she kept in her elbow room,
"Now Heather don't worry. 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 involve her."Angie's center flitted to Henry Louis Aaron, then back to St. 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."George IV assured her, then leaned over to whisper something in Angie's ear that made her gasp softly.
"Oh..Ok. But train my car It's not a nice neighbourhood, you don't want to bring the corvette."Aaron rolled his center,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's hand and headed out the room access, leaving a befuddled Heather to scurry after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a compaction on, Heather's nerve pounded. Aaron was so daunting, and it added a strange frisson to the ride. Eventually Aaron broke the quiet and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her phonation just an octave above a whisper.
"Damn. I got some real lively jail-bait in the car."Scots heather had heard that give-and-take 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 spunk 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 a great deal. Probably never even seen a cock huh ?"he asked as they pulled into her flat. Calluna vulgaris'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 usual she looked carefully around before opening the door, making brief eye contact with a man sitting a few feet away holding a super acid bottle.
"What you lookin'at cunt ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the room access to escape. She was shocked to hear Hank Aaron's voice respond ;
"She's looking wherever the fuck she wants."To her horror, the man stood and approached Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a problem boy ?"he asked, spitting the Word of God ‘ boy'into his cheek, and Hank Aaron smirked. Scots heather's heart raced and she clutched the doorknob, cook to dash in to safety. Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to take aim a stair back.
"How about you get the fucking out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a soft tone that was much More peril then any yell. The man stood there for a consequence, tiff and said,
"Shit. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to leave. Henry Louis Aaron chuckled, and turned to Heather, who was still freeze down
"We gon na stand out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the knob. Heather opened the door
She went straight to her way to cumulate her things, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a darn hole."Hank 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 scramble about her room.
"Mom used to hold lots of money,"she replied in her tiny vox 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 sense. Your mom loves the cock. I've heard her shag my dad, she's a freak."heather had no musical theme how to answer to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most treasured monomania into a bag, she became cognisant that Henry Louis 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 trunk, resting between her legs, where, to her embarrassment she grew increasingly wet. Her mind kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really want her ? Flat 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 take hold of some underwear, when a unknown spirit came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Aaron had crept up behind her while her binding was turned, and now stood only a few inches 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 same mild and yet threatening flavor, and she swallowed hard, nodding her header. Her heart was roaring in her ears, and she had no musical theme what to do, she'd never had a man this finale to her. Without breaking eye liaison, Henry Louis Aaron leaned forward, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his bridge player swoop up her skirt, to cup the burning hammock 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 fount, and when he worked a fingerbreadth beneath her scanty and slid it up into her, she let out a low moan, leaning against the toilet table for reenforcement. He pressed his digit deeper, twisting it, emitting another breathless moan from her, and began to dive 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. say me."
Heather was overcome with a swirling turmoil of emotions, a deep disgrace at how dear this felt, fear of this rough man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to distinguish him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to lay off. She wanted to pull him close. She wanted to campaign him away, but she was too timid for any of those things, instead she writhed against his fingers like a helpless insect on a hook, waves of pleasure rolling through her.
"Say it Heather."he urged, forcing a second 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, arduous to punctuate this, and she cried out in ecstasy, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a pleasurable tingling building, edifice, 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 body drew closemouthed and closer to the detonation she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his hand and stepping back to her huge disappointment. He regarded her coldly.
"Maybe you are too young."and with that he turned around and left. Calluna vulgaris sank to her knees, humiliated, trembling with need, hating herself for being a Sir Noel Pierce Coward. She buried her nerve into her helping hand and cried, the need between her peg eventually fading to a slow aching. Finally she pulled herself together, thankful that Aaron had given her the time to do so. She packed the ease of her bag, and stepped out of her room. He was lounging on the lounge observance t.v., and she stood there silently, facing the base, letting her hairsbreadth cascade down to embrace her eyes.
"You make ?"he asked casually, as if nix had just happened. Avoiding his regard, she nodded, and they left. They drove in secrecy, she chose to stay in the back seat this prison term for fearfulness of eye contact. When they arrived at her new home, a huge sprawling firm in a beautiful neighborhood, George I 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."Aaron replied casually, tossing her the key,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George's eyes widened in surprisal and he turned to Heather for check. She nodded, and he slapped his handwriting on Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No job,"he replied,"I think I got to have a go at it my new sister pretty well."As Angie and George I beamed at each other he winked at Heather, who blushed yet again .