*Author 's note* This might be a slight easy, it 's a mixture of fiction and truth, and is very a good deal from the pointedness of view of a adolescent girl. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her 15th year life 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 mixture to like for herself in a violently bad neighbourhood. Every night Scots heather would lock the door against the sirens and screams, terrified individual would come to get her. This care wasn't entirely unfounded, as several Pres Young girls had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the years, but no one ever came after her.
Angie wasn't so lucky. Twice she had been attacked, but managed to get away with only kid contusion and baseball swing, and she couldn't gradation outside their apartment without lewd catcalls being shouted at her. Then again Angie was such a bombshell that it might cause happened to her in the nicest of places too. At XX eight, she still looked XX, with long shapely pegleg and, a trim waistline and full-of-the-moon perky knocker. Her hair was a silvery blond, her eye deep blueing, and her lips as plump and ripe as a peach. Every night she left workplace, dropping a kiss on the top of Heather's chief, looking more like a super exemplar in a costume than a lower limit remuneration waitress and single mom.
heather mixture loved her fiercely, but at times she envied her female parent looks with such force it was almost hate. By the prison term Heather turned fourteen, virtually young lady her age had a full b-cup, while she struggled to satisfy an A. In accuracy she had no grounds to wear upon 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 fuzz and full lips, her optic were a dark brown, and though she ached for the recollective slender dancer's legs her mother possessed, Heather was a mere five metrical foot tall. She often felt like a pocket-size everyday toad standing in her mother's statuesque shadow.
Living in such a bad neighborhood, and plagued with social anxiety so bad it was difficult for her to even touch a unknown's optic, life was a miserable existence for Heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one Nox, her blue middle alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some prison term now. Scots heather was slightly shocked to discover that she'd been keeping a closed book from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's narrative unraveled.
"He is so handsome Heather, your going to bed him honey, he's going to puddle everything ok for us He came into the diner tonight, told my hirer I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her impart hand to show up off a gold ring encasing a huge diamond, and Scots 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, rip 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 guardianship 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, gracious clothes, going to a practiced school, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her dream come truthful 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 house, and a maid to cleanse everything, we are going to be so felicitous honey ... Oh and he has a son, Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to quaver here as she tried to describe him,"He's a bit distract I guess. But I'm sure he's a just boy deep down, I mean he's nothing compared to the Thomas Kid 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. wellspring I better get to kip, 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 alteration about to come about, if her life weren't already so miserable. Nothing could be worse than this right ? Right. She lay down that Nox and tried to conceive of what this inscrutable man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The side by side daybreak Angie woke her up, eyes still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up Calluna vulgaris we don't want to be previous"she cried as she dashed to their midget lav to apply makeup,"Go put on your pretty attire, the powder 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 scuff a light touch 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 school day to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the apartment manager to let them do it she was moving out. Heather heard her scoff when the manager warned her of a penalty fee for breaking their rental agreement, and she replied,
"Yes we'll pay whatever. I'm leaving all my 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 idea"
ling surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what impression she would nominate on them. Her hair was shining, cascading down her berm, skin a blanch Mexican onyx. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the born rosiness in her cheeks. Scots 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 thorax she felt her confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her brother and father, they wouldn't care about her want of breasts anyway. At the last minute she added a touch of mascara to her thong, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked fantastic in a black dress that was casual but showed just plenty cleavage and leg to be sexy. Her hair's-breadth and makeup were perfect as usual, and she gave her reflection a satisfied glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a fancy looking construction, and were greeted by a doorman when they entered. Heather felt as out of place in this restaurant, with server in dinner jacket, and a immense fountain, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her female parent's script tightly as a man led them to a table, but Angie jerked her script free to wrap her blazon 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 ling, she couldn't wait to suffer you."George was incredibly handsome, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His pelt was a deep bronze people of color, his optic K, his sass were full and curved into a form grin. He took heather's handwriting into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your female parent lamb,"he said,"I'm so please to assemble you Heather. I've always wanted a daughter."Calluna vulgaris shyly looked away, but couldn't help but smile in return.
"I'm pleased to contact you too."she replied in a tiny voice, and then took her seat 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 hairsbreadth falling into his green eye, and his deeply tanned skin, but that was where the similarities ended. While his male parent was impeccably dressed, he wore sloppy jean and a wife beater. A butt poked out from behind his pull up stakes ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at Calluna vulgaris. She immediately avoided eye contact.
"Ah yes, broom this is my son Aaron. As you can see he's in a bit of a rebellious stage."George waved his hand as if to clear the air of Aaron's bad manners.
"Hank Aaron this is broom, your new stepsister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hullo ?"As though her optic were magnets, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Aaron stared into her eyes, then to her sassing, then paused at her chest before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd fuck her."he said casually, and a oceanic abyss blush spread instantly through Heather's consistence, making her tone rosy all over. There was a consequence of silent shock absorber before George III's face twisted in anger and embarrassment.
"heather, my dear, I'm so terribly sorry. Will you ladies please apologize me while I have a talk with my son ?"And with that he was pulling Henry Louis Aaron out of the restaurant.
"Oh dear don't mind him, really. He's just going through a fierce patch."Angie reassured her, patting her deal. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the feverish blush had somehow made it's way between her ramification. She was silent, marveling that a boy as madly handsome as 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 huge crush on her bad-boy soon to be step brother.
When they returned, George III's boldness was once again a mask of felicity, Aaron looked a little loaded, but kept his mouth shut. The waiter arrived, George ordered omelettes for himself and Angie, then the man turned to ling. Suddenly the spot-light was on her, and she stammered,
"Oh, sorry, um ... .I ..."trying to find something-anything on the menu she could edict. It seemed to go on forever before George III smoothly broke in between her stutter,
"I think the lady would appreciate an omelet as well delight. 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 server seemed a bit ruffled, 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 bring him the same. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to recover their breakfast.
The food was pleasant-tasting, and Heather was happy to hold something to center on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing nuptials plans mostly. Aaron was also silent, though occasionally she would risk a coup d'oeil his way, and he always seemed to be staring right at her. Each clip she blushed deeply and looked away, unsure of how to respond to such a verbatim regard.
When lunch was finally over, Heather rose, relieved to get home, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll come after your car. I can't time lag for Calluna vulgaris to see our new home"
"Wait, what ?"Heather asked in a tiny articulation,"We're not going to our lieu first ?"
"Of class not honey,"Angie replied,"we don't need anything. George II 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 mixture don't worry. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sense,"George interjected,"if she has some things she'd like to compile that's just fine..Aaron can pick out her."Angie's eyes flitted to Aaron, then back to George II, looking unsure.
"Is he a safe number one wood ?"she asked hesitantly,"I don't know ... Maybe I should just pack 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 study my car It's not a overnice neighborhood, you don't want to institute the corvette."Aaron rolled his eyes,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the key from Angie's hired hand 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 crush on, heather's bosom pounded. Aaron was so intimidating, and it added a foreign thrill to the drive. Eventually Henry Louis Aaron broke the secretiveness and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her vocalisation just an octave above a whisper.
"red cent. I got some real live jail-bait in the car."broom had heard that word before, but never as a reference to her, and she blushed violently. She wanted to ask how old he was but couldn't study up the spunk to mouth. She guessed he was about twenty or so.
"You got a boyfriend ?"
"No."she whispered
"Ever had one ?"
"No."
"Yeah I figured as lots. 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 answer him. She approached her door, and he followed, handing her the key to unlock it. As common she looked carefully around before opening the door, making brief eye striking with a man sitting a few pes away holding a common bottle.
"What you lookin'at bitch ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the door to elude. She was shocked to hear Henry Louis Aaron's voice respond ;
"She's looking wherever the shtup she wants."To her horror, the man stood and approached Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a trouble boy ?"he asked, spitting the Logos ‘ boy'into his typeface, and Aaron smirked. Heather's substance raced and she clutched the doorknob, ready to crash in to safe. 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 mild whole tone that was much more endanger then any outcry. The man stood there for a moment, gaiter and said,
"crap. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to leave. Henry Louis Aaron chuckled, and turned to broom, who was still freeze out
"We gon na stand out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the node. Heather opened the doorway
She went straight to her room to foregather her things, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a dump 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 get passel of money,"she replied in her flyspeck vocalization as she rummaged through her belongings,"But she got significant really Whitney Young. Her dad kicked her out and her fellow left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes sense. Your mom loves the prick. I've heard her fucking my dad, she's a freak."heather had no idea how to reply to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most treasured ownership 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 cerebration of the possibilities sent a waving of tingles through here organic structure, resting between her legs, where, to her embarrassment she grew increasingly wet. Her creative thinker kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really require her ? Flat breast 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 catch some underwear, when a strange opinion 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 inches away. Once again her heart were dragged against her will up, to meet his regard, and he towered over her.
"You scared ?"he asked quietly, using that same mild and yet threatening timbre, and she swallowed hard, nodding her oral sex. Her heart was roaring in her capitulum, and she had no idea what to do, she'd never had a man this stopping point to her. Without breaking eye tangency, Hank Aaron leaned forward, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he was going to snog her. Instead she felt his hand slide up her skirt, to cup the burning mound between her legs.
His mite was electrifying, and her knees nearly buckled when he squeezed her there.
"Yeah, but you like it don't you ?"he breathed into her facial expression, and when he worked a finger beneath her panties and slid it up into her, she let out a low moan, leaning against the dresser for support. He pressed his finger 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. Tell me."
Heather was overcome with a swirling turmoil of emotions, a inscrutable shame at how undecomposed this felt, fear of this boisterous man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to tell him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted to perpetrate him close. She wanted to push him away, but she was too timid for any of those matter, instead she writhed against his fingers like a helpless dirt ball on a hooking, undulation of pleasure rolling through her.
"Say it Heather."he urged, forcing a s 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, grueling to accent this, and she cried out in transport, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a gratifying tingling building, building, 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 frenzy as her organic structure drew closer 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. Scots heather sank to her articulatio genus, humiliated, trembling with demand, hating herself for being a coward. She buried her face into her hands and cried, the need between her peg eventually fading to a tiresome ache. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Aaron had given her the time to do so. She packed the remainder of her bag, and stepped out of her way. He was lounging on the couch watching t.v., and she stood there silently, facing the trading floor, letting her tomentum cascade down to cover her eyes.
"You gear up ?"he asked casually, as if nothing had just happened. Avoiding his gaze, she nodded, and they left. They drove in silence, she chose to abide in the back seat this time for fear of eye contact. When they arrived at her new home plate, a huge sprawling firm 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 samara,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George V's eyes widened in surprisal and he turned to Heather for check. She nodded, and he slapped his script on Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No trouble,"he replied,"I think I got to know my new sister pretty well."As Angie and George III beamed at each other he winked at Heather, who blushed yet again .