*Author 's note* This might be a little slowly, it 's a motley of fiction and truth, and is very much from the degree of view of a teenage daughter. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her 15th year spirit changed drastically for Heather. She had grown up with her mother, Angie, who worked every shift she could get as a waitress, leaving Calluna vulgaris to care for herself in a violently bad neighborhood. Every Nox Calluna vulgaris would lock the door against the sirens and screech, terrified someone would come to get her. This fear wasn't entirely unfounded, as several young girls had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the class, but no one ever came after her.
Angie wasn't so lucky. Twice she had been attacked, but managed to get away with only minor bruise and cold shoulder, and she couldn't step outside their flat without lewd catcalls being shouted at her. Then again Angie was such a thunderbolt that it might get happened to her in the nicest of space too. At XX eight, she still looked twenty, with long shapely legs and, a trim shank and full perky bosom. Her hair was a silvery blonde, her eye deep bluing, and her sass as plump and ripe as a looker. Every Nox she left study, dropping a kiss on the top of Heather's head, looking more like a A-one model in a costume than a minimum wage waitress and single mom.
Scots heather loved her ferociously, but at times she envied her female parent looks with such effect it was almost hatred. By the fourth dimension Scots heather turned fourteen, most lady friend her age had a broad b-cup, while she struggled to fill an A. In Truth she had no reason to jade a bra, but was very ego conscious of her nipple poking through her t-shirts, so she wore one at all fourth dimension. While she did inherit her female parent's weak blonde whisker and full rim, her eyes were a dark Robert Brown, and though she ached for the long slender dancer's legs her mother possessed, heather mixture was a mere five feet tall. She often felt like a small unremarkable toad standing in her mother's statuesque tail.
Living in such a bad neighborhood, and plagued with mixer anxiety so bad it was unmanageable for her to even fill a unknown's eyes, life sentence was a measly existence for Heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one night, her profane eyes alight with fervor, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some time now. Heather was slightly shocked to discover that she'd been keeping a mystery from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's story unraveled.
"He is so well-favoured Heather, your going to sleep together him love, he's going to make everything ok for us He came into the diner tonight, told my boss I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her will bridge player to show off a gold band encasing a huge rhombus, and Calluna vulgaris'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 center,"He's RICH I mean really really fertile Like I was before pappa disowned me, and he's going to take charge 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 pup if you want, your getting your own room, dainty clothes, going to a good school, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her aspiration hail true that she didn't notice the hesitation in 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 planetary house, and a maid to houseclean everything, we are going to be so happy dearest ... Oh and he has a son, Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to waver here as she tried to name 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 start up in your new school after we're moved in. Well I better get to slumber, 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 have felt resentful of the sudden change about to occur, if her biography weren't already so miserable. cypher could be bad than this right ? 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 following morning Angie woke her up, eyes still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up Heather we don't want to be late"she cried as she dashed to their tiny lavatory to apply constitution,"Go put on your reasonably 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."Scots heather replied around a oscitance, and began to drag a skirmish through her waist-length hairsbreadth. As she dressed, feeling incredibly nervous to meet the men who would soon become her family, her female parent called the schooling to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the apartment manager to let them recognize she was moving out. Calluna vulgaris heard her scoff when the manager warned her of a punishment fee for breaking their term of a contract accord, and she replied,
"Yes we'll pay whatever. I'm leaving all my piece of furniture too, you can let other 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 impression she would puddle on them. Her hair was shining, cascading down her shoulder, skin a sick alabaster. She'd applied the lip rouge her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the born bloom 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 chest of drawers she felt her confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her brother and founder, they wouldn't care about her lack of white meat 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 fantastical in a black wearing apparel that was casual but showed just adequate segmentation and leg to be aphrodisiac. Her hair and makeup were sodding as usual, and she gave her reflection a satisfied glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a phantasy looking building, and were greeted by a doorman when they entered. heather felt as out of office in this eatery, with server in tux, and a immense fountain, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her mother's mitt tightly as a man led them to a table, but Angie jerked her hand free to roll her limb 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 wait to cope with you."George VI was incredibly handsome, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His cutis was a deep bronze coloring, his eyes green, his back talk were wide-cut and curved into a form smile. He took heather mixture's hand into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your mother love,"he said,"I'm so pleased to meet you Heather. I've always wanted a daughter."broom shyly looked away, but couldn't assistance but smile in return.
"I'm pleased to play you too."she replied in a tiny voice, and then took her prat at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the other man at the table. He strongly resembled his father, with brown hair falling into his green eyes, and his deeply tanned skin, but that was where the similarities ended. While his don was impeccably dressed, he wore baggy blue jean and a wife 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, Scots heather this is my son Aaron. As you can see he's in a bit of a rebellious stage."George I waved his bridge player as if to gain 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 eyes, then to her rim, then paused at her bureau before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd fuck her."he said casually, and a thick bloom bed covering instantly through ling's consistence, making her spirit rosy all over. There was a bit of silent stupor before George's face twisted in anger and embarrassment.
"Heather, my dear, I'm so terribly sorry. Will you ladies delight excuse me while I have a public lecture with my son ?"And with that he was pulling Henry Louis Aaron out of the restaurant.
"Oh honey don't intellect him, really. He's just going through a jolty patch."Angie reassured her, patting her hired man. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the hectic flush had somehow made it's way between her wooden leg. She was silent, marveling that a boy as madly handsome as Henry Louis Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her inside feel as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that heather had a immense jam on her bad-boy soon to be pace brother.
When they returned, George's brass was once again a mask of happiness, Aaron looked a lilliputian riled, but kept his mouth shut. The waiter arrived, George VI ordered omelettes for himself and Angie, then the man turned to Calluna vulgaris. Suddenly the spot-light was on her, and she stammered,
"Oh, sorry, um ... .I ..."trying to detect something-anything on the menu she could order. It seemed to go on forever before George III smoothly broke in between her stammer,
"I think the noblewoman would appreciate an omelette as well please. And an orange juice."Heather nodded gratefully and heaved a sigh of backup man as force per unit area 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 cockle, asking to see an I.D., but George cut in once again,
"So sorry, but that's not necessary. We won't be drinking this morning. You can just play him the same. Thanks."Nodding politely, the server disappeared to retrieve their breakfast.
The food was delicious, and broom was happy to deliver something to focus on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing hymeneals plans 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 answer to such a direct regard.
When lunch was finally over, Calluna vulgaris 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 household"
"wait, what ?"Heather asked in a tiny vocalism,"We're not going to our place first ?"
"Of line 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 keepsakes she kept in her way,
"Now Heather don't worry. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sense,"St. George interjected,"if she has some affair she'd like to collect that's just fine..Aaron can take up her."Angie's middle flitted to Aaron, then back to Saint 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 assured her, then leaned over to whisper something in Angie's ear that made her puff softly.
"Oh..Ok. But remove my car It's not a nice neck of the woods, you don't want to bring the corvette."Aaron rolled his eyes,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the Key from Angie's mitt and headed out the room access, leaving a befuddled Heather to skitter after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a crush on, ling's center pounded. Aaron was so intimidating, and it added a strange kick to the drive. Eventually Aaron broke the silence and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her spokesperson just an octave above a whisper.
"Damn. I got some material experience jail-bait in the car."heather mixture had heard that word before, but never as a credit to her, and she blushed violently. She wanted to ask how old he was but couldn't work up the mettle to verbalise. She guessed he was about twenty or so.
"You got a swain ?"
"No."she whispered
"Ever had one ?"
"No."
"Yeah I figured as a lot. Probably never even seen a cock huh ?"he asked as they pulled into her apartments. heather's blush deepened and she hopped out of the car, too terrified to resolve him. She approached her door, and he followed, handing her the paint to unlock it. As usual she looked carefully around before opening the door, making brief eye link with a man sitting a few substructure 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 door to take to the woods. She was shocked to learn Aaron's voice respond ;
"She's looking wherever the piece of ass she wants."To her revulsion, the man stood and approached Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a problem boy ?"he asked, spitting the word ‘ boy'into his face, and Aaron smirked. broom's nitty-gritty raced and she clutched the doorknob, make to dash in to safety. Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to take a step back.
"How about you get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a modest tone that was much more threatening then any yell. The man stood there for a moment, spat and said,
"diddlysquat. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to leave. Hank Aaron chuckled, and turned to Heather, who was still frozen
"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 room to forgather her things, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a shit hole."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 hold tidy sum of money,"she replied in her petite voice as she rummaged through her belonging,"But she got significant really Young. Her dad kicked her out and her beau left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes sense. Your mom loves the cock. I've heard her screwing my dad, she's a freak."Heather had no estimation how to reply to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most hold dear self-control 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 thinking of the possibilities sent a Wave of tingles through here body, 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 desire her ? apartment thorax and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to opine what he might await like under his clothes, and pulled open a chest drawer. She was about to catch some underwear, when a strange feeling came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Henry Louis Aaron had crept up behind her while her cover was turned, and now stood only a few in 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 head. Her heart was roaring in her ears, and she had no estimation 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 import she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his paw slide up her skirt, to cup the burning heap 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 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 actor's assistant for support. He pressed his finger's breadth 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."
Heather was overcome with a swirling tumult of emotions, a abstruse ignominy at how well this felt, reverence of this uncut man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to enjoin him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to discontinue. She wanted to commit 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 worm on a hook, waves of pleasance rolling through her.
"Say it Heather."he urged, forcing a endorsement 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 finger up, surd to emphasize this, and she cried out in ecstasy, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a gratifying 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 hips against him in a hysteria as her body drew near and closer to the explosion 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. heather mixture sank to her knees, humiliated, trembling with need, hating herself for being a coward. She buried her face into her mitt and cried, the need between her legs eventually fading to a muted ache. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Aaron had given her the prison term to do so. She packed the rest 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 floor, 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 last out in the back seat this time for fear of eye tangency. When they arrived at her new home, a immense sprawling star sign in a beautiful neighborhood, 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."Aaron replied casually, tossing her the Key,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George III's center widened in surprise and he turned to broom 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 recognize my new Sister pretty well."As Angie and George beamed at each other he winked at ling, who blushed yet again .