*Author 's note* This might be a little dim, it 's a mixture of fiction and Truth, and is very a lot from the point of view of a teenage miss. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her fifteenth twelvemonth life history changed drastically for Scots heather. She had grown up with her female parent, Angie, who worked every fault she could get as a waitress, leaving broom to manage for herself in a violently bad neck of the woods. Every dark Heather would lock the threshold against the sirens and thigh-slapper, terrified individual would come to get her. This concern wasn't entirely unfounded, as several young girls had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the age, but no one ever came after her.
Angie wasn't so favourable. Twice she had been attacked, but managed to get away with only pocket-size contusion and cuts, and she couldn't step outside their apartment without lewd catcalls being shouted at her. Then again Angie was such a thunderbolt that it might have happened to her in the prissy of blank space too. At 20 eight, she still looked 20, with retentive shapely peg and, a clip waist and full perky bosom. Her hair was a silvery blond, her eyes deep blue, and her backtalk as plump and ripe as a yellowish pink. Every Night she left work, dropping a buss on the top of Heather's head teacher, looking more like a tops manikin in a costume than a minimum wage waitress and single mom.
Heather loved her ferociously, but at multiplication she envied her mothers looks with such force it was almost hate. By the time Heather turned xiv, most young lady her age had a fully b-cup, while she struggled to replete an A. In truth she had no reason to fag a bra, but was very self conscious of her nipples poking through her jersey, so she wore one at all clip. While she did inherit her female parent's ignite blond hair's-breadth and full lips, her eyes were a nighttime brown, and though she ached for the long slender social dancer's legs her mother possessed, heather was a mere five fundament magniloquent. She often felt like a small routine toad standing in her mother's statuesque apparition.
bread and butter in such a bad neighborhood, and plagued with social anxiety so bad it was difficult for her to even fulfill a alien's middle, life was a miserable universe for Heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one night, her disconsolate eyes alight with excitation, 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 secret from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's story unraveled.
"He is so handsome heather mixture, your going to have it away him honey, he's going to make everything ok for us He came into the dining car tonight, told my boss I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her left wing hand to show off a gold band encasing a huge diamond, and ling's optic grew magnanimous 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, rip of happiness springing to her beautiful eyes,"He's RICH I mean really really deep Like I was before pa disowned me, and he's going to occupy care 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 room, gracious clothes, going to a good shoal, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her ambition do true that she didn't notice the hesitation in ling's voice, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why stop in this hell-hole any longer ? He has a big beautiful house, and a maiden to houseclean everything, we are going to be so happy dear ... Oh and he has a son, Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to waver here as she tried to line him,"He's a bit troubled I guess. But I'm sure he's a good boy deep down, I mean he's naught compared to the kidskin 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 schoolhouse after we're moved in. well I better get to catch some Z's, love you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the loading of information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might have felt resentful of the sudden change about to occur, if her life-time weren't already so miserable. Nothing could be forged than this right field ? Right. She lay down that nighttime and tried to imagine what this mystic man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The succeeding morning Angie woke her up, optic still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up Calluna vulgaris we don't want to be late"she cried as she dashed to their tiny bathroom to enforce makeup,"Go put on your reasonably attire, the gunpowder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that coral lipstick I bought you. We want to look our best."
"All right."Heather replied around a yawn, and began to drop back a brushwood through her waist-length whisker. As she dressed, feeling incredibly nervous to forgather the men who would soon become her family line, her female parent called the schooltime to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the apartment director to let them know she was moving out. Heather heard her jeer when the manager warned her of a penalty fee for breaking their rental arrangement, and she replied,
"Yes we'll pay whatever. I'm leaving all my article of furniture too, you can let other multitude 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 estimation"
Scots heather surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what impression she would cause on them. Her hair was shining, cascading down her shoulder joint, skin a pale alabaster. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the innate blush in her cheeks. Heather wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the nerve, but as soon as she surveyed the monotone nation of her chest she felt her sureness deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her sidekick and sire, they wouldn't care about her deficiency of tit anyway. At the last minute she added a tactual sensation of mascara to her whip, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked fantastic in a black apparel that was casual but showed just enough cleavage and leg to be aphrodisiacal. Her hair and war paint were perfect as usual, and she gave her reflection a gratify glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a visualize looking building, and were greeted by a doorman when they entered. Calluna vulgaris felt as out of seat in this eating house, with waiters in tux, and a huge 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 free to wrap up her sleeve 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 contact you."George I was incredibly bounteous, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His skin was a deep bronze color, his eyes greenness, his sassing were full phase of the moon and curved into a sort smile. He took broom's manus into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your mother dear,"he said,"I'm so pleased to fit you Calluna vulgaris. I've always wanted a daughter."heather mixture shyly looked away, but couldn't helper but grinning in return.
"I'm pleased to converge you too."she replied in a midget spokesperson, and then took her seat at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the former man at the mesa. He strongly resembled his beginner, with chocolate-brown hair falling into his green eyes, and his deeply tanned cutis, but that was where the law of similarity ended. While his Fatherhood was impeccably dressed, he wore baggy jean and a married woman beater. A cigarette poked out from behind his left-hand 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 waved his manus as if to realise the air of Aaron's bad manners.
"Henry Louis 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. Henry Louis Aaron stared into her eyes, then to her lips, then paused at her breast before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd nooky her."he said casually, and a late blush bedspread instantly through heather's body, making her feel rosy all over. There was a here and now of silent seismic disturbance before George I's fount twisted in choler and embarrassment.
"ling, my dearly, I'm so terribly sorry. Will you ladies delight justify me while I have a talking 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 hand. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the febrile blush had somehow made it's way between her pegleg. She was understood, marveling that a boy as devilishly handsome as Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her inside tactile property as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that Heather had a Brobdingnagian crush on her bad-boy soon to be step brother.
When they returned, George II's face was once again a mask of felicity, Aaron looked a little crocked, but kept his lip 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 regain something-anything on the menu she could order. It seemed to go on forever before George smoothly broke in between her stutter,
"I think the lady would appreciate an omelette as well please. And an Orange juice."heather nodded gratefully and heaved a sigh of ministration 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 riffle, asking to see an I.D., but George cut in once again,
"So dark, but that's not necessary. We won't be drinking this dawn. You can just bestow him the same. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to retrieve their breakfast.
The food was toothsome, and Scots heather was happy to have got something to focus on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing marriage design mostly. Hank Aaron was also dumb, though occasionally she would risk a glance his way, and he always seemed to be staring right at her. Each fourth dimension she blushed deeply and looked away, unsure of how to respond to such a direct gaze.
When lunch was finally over, Heather rose, relieved to get dwelling house, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll come your car. I can't waiting for heather mixture to see our new home"
"Wait, what ?"ling asked in a tiny vocalisation,"We're not going to our place first ?"
"Of course of study 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 broom don't worry. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sense,"George interjected,"if she has some affair she'd like to compile that's just fine..Aaron can withdraw her."Angie's eyes 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 subscribe 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 take my car It's not a nice neighborhood, you don't want to bring the corvette."Aaron rolled his center,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's manus 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 crush on, Heather's center pounded. Aaron was so restrain, and it added a strange bang to the ride. Eventually Aaron broke the silence and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her interpreter just an octave above a whisper.
"shit. I got some real live jail-bait in the car."broom had heard that countersign 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 speak. She guessed he was about twenty or so.
"You got a fellow ?"
"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 apartments. Scots heather's rosiness deepened and she hopped out of the car, too terrified to answer him. She approached her doorway, and he followed, handing her the keys to unlock it. As usual she looked carefully around before opening the doorway, making brief eye contact with a man sitting a few feet away holding a commons bottle.
"What you lookin'at squawk ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the threshold to escape. She was shocked to hear Aaron's vocalisation respond ;
"She's looking wherever the ass she wants."To her horror, the man stood and approached Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a problem boy ?"he asked, spitting the word ‘ boy'into his face, and Henry Louis Aaron smirked. ling's fondness raced and she clutched the doorknob, quick to frighten off in to safety. Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to aim a footmark back.
"How about you get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a mild tonicity that was much more endanger 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. 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 boss. Heather opened the door
She went straight to her room to gather her things, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a red cent hole."Aaron remarked, throwing himself down on her bed,"So how'd a fine opus like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scamper about her room.
"Mom used to consume scores 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 sentiency. Your mom loves the dick. I've heard her fucking my dad, she's a freak."Calluna vulgaris had no idea how to answer to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most treasured possessions 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 theory sent a wave of tingle through here body, resting between her legs, where, to her embarrassment she grew increasingly wet. Her idea kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really require her ? matted bureau 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 grab some underclothes, when a strange feeling came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Aaron had crept up behind her while her back was turned, and now stood only a few inches away. Once again her eyes were dragged against her will up, to come across his gaze, and he towered over her.
"You scared ?"he asked quietly, using that Same mild and yet threatening smell, and she swallowed hard, nodding her drumhead. Her heart and soul 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 inter-group communication, Aaron leaned forward, and for a bit she panicked, thinking he was going to snog her. Instead she felt his hand glide up her chick, to cup the burning hummock between her legs.
His touch was electrifying, and her genu 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 fingerbreadth beneath her pantie and slid it up into her, she let out a low moan, leaning against the dresser for support. He pressed his finger's breadth 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 was overcome with a swirling turmoil of emotions, a deeply shame at how adept this felt, reverence of this unsmooth 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 pull him close. She wanted to press him away, but she was too timid for any of those things, instead she writhed against his finger like a helpless louse on a hook shot, waves of joy rolling through her.
"Say it Heather."he urged, forcing a sec 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 pleasurable tingling building, construction, so intense 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 fury as her consistency drew nigher and closer to the explosion she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his hand and stepping back to her immense disappointment. He regarded her coldly.
"Maybe you are too young."and with that he turned around and left. Scots heather sank to her knees, humiliated, trembling with motivation, hating herself for being a coward. She buried her face into her bridge player and cried, the need between her stage eventually fading to a softened aching. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Henry Louis Aaron had given her the sentence to do so. She packed the eternal sleep 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 floor, letting her haircloth cascade down to cover her eyes.
"You ready ?"he asked casually, as if nothing had just happened. Avoiding his gaze, she nodded, and they left. They drove in silence, she chose to stay in the back seat this fourth dimension for fear of eye impinging. When they arrived at her new home, a vast sprawling house in a beautiful neighborhood, George II and Angie rushed out to recognize 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 cay,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George II's centre widened in surprise and he turned to heather for ratification. She nodded, and he slapped his manus on Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No job,"he replied,"I think I got to know my new sister pretty well."As Angie and George beamed at each other he winked at broom, who blushed yet again .