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

Chapter One :
In her 15th year 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 Heather to like for herself in a violently bad locality. Every night heather would put away the doorway against the Siren and shrieking, terrified person would come to get her. This awe wasn't entirely wild, as several offspring missy had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the long time, but no one ever came after her.
Angie wasn't so favourable. Twice she had been attacked, but managed to get away with only shaver bruise and stinger, and she couldn't step outside their apartment without lewd catcalls being shouted at her. Then again Angie was such a thunderclap that it might have happened to her in the nicest of places too. At twenty eight, she still looked twenty, with long shapely legs and, a trim waistline and full perky bosom. Her hair was a silvery blonde, her oculus deeply blue, and her mouth as plump and ripe as a peach. Every night she left work, dropping a kiss on the top of Heather's header, looking more like a super good example in a costume than a minimum wage waitress and ace mom.
ling loved her fiercely, but at times she envied her mother looks with such force out it was almost hate. By the time ling turned 14, most missy her age had a full b-cup, while she struggled to fill an A. In truth she had no ground to don a bra, but was very self conscious of her pap poking through her tee shirt, so she wore one at all prison term. While she did inherit her female parent's wanton blond hair and wide-cut lips, her centre were a dark brown, and though she ached for the long slender professional dancer's legs her mother possessed, heather mixture was a simple five substructure tall. She often felt like a small unremarkable batrachian standing in her mother's statuesque tincture.
Living in such a bad neighborhood, and plagued with social anxiousness so bad it was difficult for her to even fit a stranger's eyes, life was a miserable existence for Heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one dark, her sorry heart alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some time now. Calluna vulgaris was slightly shocked to bring out that she'd been keeping a arcanum from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's level unraveled.
"He is so well-favored heather, your going to have it off him dearest, he's going to make everything ok for us He came into the diner tonight, told my foreman I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her lead hand to show off a gold ring encasing a huge diamond, and Heather's optic 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, bout of happiness springing to her beautiful eye,"He's rich I mean really really rich Like I was before daddy disowned me, and he's going to withdraw forethought of all of us We're moving in with him tomorrow, he's so excited to play you, he says you can finally get a puppy if you want, your getting your own room, overnice clothes, going to a good schoolhouse, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her dream come honest that she didn't notice the waver in ling's phonation, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why stay in this hell-hole any longer ? He has a big beautiful family, and a maidservant to clean everything, we are going to be so felicitous honey ... 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 troubled I guess. But I'm sure he's a unspoiled boy deep down, I mean he's nix compared to the kids here. Anyway we're waking up early tomorrow to go sports meeting them."
"But I have school-"
"No way, your not spending one more day there. You can protrude up in your new schooling after we're moved in. fountainhead I better get to sleep, love you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the load of information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might sustain felt resentful of the sudden alteration about to occur, if her biography weren't already so miserable. Nothing could be worse than this right ? Right. She lay down that nighttime and tried to imagine what this mysterious man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The next dawn Angie woke her up, eye still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up Heather we don't want to be recently"she cried as she dashed to their tiny lav to apply war paint,"Go put on your pretty dress, the powder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that red coral lipstick I bought you. We want to front our best."
"All right."Scots heather 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 schooltime to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the apartment handler to let them know she was moving out. Heather heard her mockery when the manager warned her of a penalty fee for breaking their lease agreement, 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 account me for the cleanup."The coach 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 blanch alabaster. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the natural blush in her cheek. broom wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the expression, but as soon as she surveyed the flat res publica of her pectus she felt her self-confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her chum and father, they wouldn't upkeep about her lack of breasts anyway. At the finally minute she added a touch sensation of mascara to her whip, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked fantastic in a dark dress that was occasional but showed just adequate cleavage and leg to be sexy. Her pilus and make-up were perfective as usual, and she gave her reflection a satisfied glimpse before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a fancy looking building, and were greeted by a doorkeeper when they entered. broom felt as out of blank space in this eatery, with waiters in tuxedos, and a Brobdingnagian fountain, 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 hired hand unfreeze to wrap her munition around her new fiancé.
"George VI, 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 run into you."George was incredibly handsome, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His hide was a deep bronze colour, his heart greenness, his lips were broad and curved into a variety smile. He took Heather'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 meet you ling. I've always wanted a daughter."Heather shyly looked away, but couldn't help but grin in return.
"I'm pleased to fulfil you too."she replied in a tiny voice, and then took her rear at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the other man at the tabular array. He strongly resembled his founder, with brown hair falling into his green centre, and his deeply tanned skin, but that was where the law of similarity ended. While his don was impeccably dressed, he wore baggy jeans and a wife beater. A cigarette poked out from behind his left ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at Scots 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 waved his bridge player as if to unclutter the air of Aaron's bad manners.
"Hank Aaron this is heather mixture, your new stepsister. Why don't you be polite for once and say how-do-you-do ?"As though her middle were magnets, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Henry Louis Aaron stared into her optic, then to her lips, then paused at her chest before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd piece of tail her."he said casually, and a cryptical blush spread instantly through Heather's torso, making her feel rosy all over. There was a moment of silent blow before George's face twisted in choler and embarrassment.
"heather, my dearest, I'm so terribly sorry. Will you ladies delight excuse me while I have a talk of the town with my son ?"And with that he was pulling Aaron out of the restaurant.
"Oh dearest don't judgment him, really. He's just going through a jumpy patch."Angie reassured her, patting her paw. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the feverish bloom had somehow made it's way between her wooden leg. She was silent, marveling that a boy as madly handsome as Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her insides smell as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that Calluna vulgaris had a immense crush on her bad-boy soon to be maltreat brother.
When they returned, George's fount was once again a mask of happiness, Aaron looked a little pissed, but kept his mouth shut. The waiter arrived, George VI 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 find something-anything on the menu she could parliamentary procedure. 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 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 ruffled, asking to see an ID, but George V cut in once again,
"So dingy, but that's not necessary. We won't be drinking this morning. You can just fetch him the like. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to retrieve their breakfast.
The intellectual nourishment was delicious, and Heather was glad to have something to focus on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing marriage plans mostly. Aaron was also tacit, though occasionally she would chance 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 respond to such a direct gaze.
When lunch was finally over, Scots heather rose, relieved to get base, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll follow your car. I can't hold for ling to see our new home base"
"Wait, what ?"broom asked in a tiny interpreter,"We're not going to our space first ?"
"Of grade not beloved,"Angie replied,"we don't need anything. George III has promised to buy us all new things."
"But ... But mom..my stuff.."she floundered, thinking of the many souvenir she kept in her room,
"Now ling don't worry. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None mother wit,"George interjected,"if she has some things she'd like to collect that's just fine..Aaron can take her."Angie's eyes flitted to Aaron, then back to George, looking unsure.
"Is he a good driver ?"she asked hesitantly,"I don't know ... Maybe I should just take in her."
"He's very safe."George assured her, then leaned over to whisper something in Angie's ear that made her gasp softly.
"Oh..Ok. But film my car It's not a dainty neighborhood, you don't want to institute the corvette."Henry Louis Aaron rolled his eye,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's handwriting and headed out the door, leaving a befuddled Heather to scamper after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a press on, Heather's heart pounded. Hank Aaron was so intimidating, and it added a strange flush 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 substantial be jail-bait in the car."heather had heard that countersign before, but never as a address 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 swain ?"
"No."she whispered
"Ever had one ?"
"No."
"Yeah I figured as much. Probably never even seen a tool 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 common she looked carefully around before opening the door, making brief eye contact with a man sitting a few feet away holding a unripened 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 try Henry Louis Aaron's representative respond ;
"She's looking wherever the shtup she wants."To her horror, the man stood and approached Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a problem boy ?"he asked, spitting the intelligence ‘ boy'into his look, and Hank Aaron smirked. Heather's affection raced and she clutched the doorhandle, quick to pall in to safety. Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to take a stair back.
"How about you get the piece of tail out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a mild tone that was much more imperil 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 allow for. Aaron chuckled, and turned to broom, who was still frozen
"We gon na tolerate out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the knob. Heather opened the threshold
She went straight to her room to garner her thing, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a turd hole."Henry Louis 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 stimulate draw of money,"she replied in her tiny voice 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 good sense. Your mom loves the cock. I've heard her fucking my dad, she's a freak."Heather had no idea how to respond to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most treasured willpower 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 thought process of the possibilities sent a wave of tingle through here physical structure, resting between her peg, where, to her plethora she grew increasingly wet. Her creative thinker kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really require her ? two-dimensional chest and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to imagine what he might look like under his clothes, and pulled open a dresser draftsman. She was about to seize some underclothing, when a foreign feeling came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Hank Aaron had crept up behind her while her backrest was turned, and now stood only a few inches 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 same mild and yet threatening tone, and she swallowed hard, nodding her read/write head. Her middle was roaring in her ears, and she had no estimate what to do, she'd never had a man this close to her. Without breaking eye contact, Henry Louis Aaron leaned forward, and for a mo she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his hand microscope slide up her skirt, to cup the burning mound between her legs.
His contact was electrifying, and her knee nearly buckled when he squeezed her there.
"Yeah, but you like it don't you ?"he breathed into her aspect, and when he worked a fingerbreadth beneath her step-in and slid it up into her, she let out a low groan, leaning against the chest for reinforcement. 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. Tell me."
heather mixture was overcome with a swirling turmoil of emotions, a deep shame at how good this felt, reverence of this rough man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to secern him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted to pluck him close. She wanted to push him away, but she was too timid for any of those affair, instead she writhed against his finger's breadth like a incapacitated worm on a hook, wafture of joy rolling through her.
"Say it Heather."he urged, forcing a 2nd 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 fingers up, hard to mark this, and she cried out in ecstasy, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a enjoyable 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 rose hip against him in a frenzy as her body drew closer and closer to the explosion she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his manus and stepping back to her huge letdown. He regarded her coldly.
"Maybe you are too young."and with that he turned around and left. heather mixture sank to her articulatio genus, humiliated, trembling with need, hating herself for being a coward. She buried her face into her handwriting and cried, the need between her legs eventually fading to a dull aching. Finally she pulled herself together, thankful that Aaron had given her the clip to do so. She packed the respite 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 trading floor, letting her hair cascade down to cut across her eyes.
"You ready ?"he asked casually, as if nothing had just happened. Avoiding his regard, she nodded, and they left. They drove in silence, she chose to outride in the back hind end this time for fearfulness of eye contact. When they arrived at her new dwelling, a Brobdingnagian sprawl house 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 Francis Scott Key,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George VI's eyes widened in surprise and he turned to Heather for ratification. 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 I beamed at each early he winked at heather mixture, who blushed yet again .