*Author 's note* This might be a little slow, it 's a mixture of fiction and trueness, and is very a lot from the point of survey of a teenage girl. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her fifteenth twelvemonth life changed drastically for Calluna vulgaris. She had grown up with her mother, Angie, who worked every shift she could get as a waitress, leaving broom to care for herself in a violently bad neighborhood. Every Nox Heather would shut up the threshold against the sirens and screams, terrified someone would come to get her. This care wasn't entirely unwarranted, as several young daughter had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the years, 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 bruises and cuts, and she couldn't stone's throw outside their apartment without lewd catcalls being shouted at her. Then again Angie was such a bombshell that it might throw happened to her in the nicest of places too. At twenty eight, she still looked twenty, with long shapely peg and, a trim waistline and full perky knocker. Her hair was a silvery blonde, her eyes deep blue devil, and her lips as plump and ripe as a sweetheart. Every dark she left study, dropping a kiss on the top of broom's top dog, looking more like a super model in a costume than a minimum pay waitress and one mom.
Heather loved her fiercely, but at time she envied her female parent looks with such violence it was almost hate. By the time Heather turned fourteen, about missy her age had a wax b-cup, while she struggled to sate an A. In truth she had no reason to wear a bra, but was very ego conscious of her nipple poking through her tee shirt, so she wore one at all times. While she did inherit her mother's light blond hair's-breadth and wax sassing, her eyes were a glum brown, and though she ached for the longsighted slender professional dancer's legs her mother possessed, ling was a mere five pes marvelous. She often felt like a small mundane toad standing in her mother's statuesque apparition.
keep in such a bad neighborhood, and plagued with social anxiousness so bad it was unmanageable for her to even fulfill a stranger's oculus, life was a miserable cosmos for broom. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one night, her aristocratic eyes alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some metre now. Heather was slightly shocked to discover that she'd been keeping a secret from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's tale unraveled.
"He is so bountiful Heather, your going to have it off him honey, he's going to make everything ok for us He came into the diner tonight, told my Bos I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her entrust hand to read off a gold dance band encasing a huge ball field, and Heather's eyes grew expectant in her face.
"Wow mom,"she breathed,"It's so beautiful. But why are you quitting your job ? I don't understand."
"Oh ling"her mom practically shouted, tear of happiness springing to her beautiful centre,"He's RICH I mean really really rich Like I was before daddy disowned me, and he's going to take care of all of us We're moving in with him tomorrow, he's so excited to encounter you, he says you can finally get a puppy if you want, your getting your own room, dainty clothes, going to a undecomposed schoolhouse, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her pipe dream come true that she didn't notice the disinclination 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 clean everything, we are going to be so glad 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 disturb I guess. But I'm sure he's a ripe boy deep down, I mean he's cypher 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 sleep, bang you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the lode of information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might make felt resentful of the sudden changes about to occur, if her life weren't already so miserable. nil could be worse than this right ? Right. She lay down that night and tried to conceive of what this mysterious man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Angie woke her up, heart still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up Heather we don't want to be recently"she cried as she dashed to their lilliputian bathroom to apply composition,"Go put on your fairly dress, the powder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that coral lip rouge I bought you. We want to look our best."
"All right."Calluna vulgaris replied around a yawn, and began to sweep up a brush through her waist-length tomentum. As she dressed, feeling incredibly nervous 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. heather heard her jeer when the director warned her of a punishment fee for breaking their lease agreement, and she replied,
"Yes we'll pay whatever. I'm leaving all my furniture too, you can let other people take what they want, and broadside me for the cleanup."The coach asked her something, and Angie giggled like a schoolgirl, replying"Oh you have no idea"
broom surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what feeling she would piss on them. Her pilus was shining, cascading down her berm, skin a blench oriental alabaster. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the natural blush in her cheeks. 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 pectus she felt her assurance 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 hold up minute she added a mite of mascara to her whiplash, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked fantastic in a black dress that was casual but showed just enough cleavage and leg to be sexy. Her hairsbreadth and war paint were perfect as usual, and she gave her reflection a satisfy 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 billet in this restaurant, with waiter in black tie, and a Brobdingnagian outpouring, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her mother's hand tightly as a man led them to a board, but Angie jerked her hand liberal to wrap her arms around her new fiancé.
"George, I missed you."she purred in a sultry vocalism, kissing him deeply before introducing him to Heather.
"This is my daughter Heather, she couldn't wait to meet you."Saint George was incredibly handsome, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His peel was a deep bronze color, his eyes green, his lips were full and curved into a kind smiling. 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 pleased to meet you Heather. I've always wanted a daughter."Heather shyly looked away, but couldn't help but smile in return.
"I'm pleased to meet you too."she replied in a flyspeck 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 hair falling into his greenish center, and his deeply tanned skin, but that was where the similarity ended. While his father was impeccably dressed, he wore baggy jeans and a wife beater. A cigarette poked out from behind his remaining ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at ling. She immediately avoided eye contact.
"Ah yes, Heather this is my son Henry Louis Aaron. As you can see he's in a bit of a disaffected stage."George VI waved his hand as if to crystalise the air of Aaron's bad manners.
"Aaron this is broom, your new half-sister. 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 center, then to her lips, then paused at her chest of drawers before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd fuck her."he said casually, and a deep blush spreading instantly through Calluna vulgaris's trunk, making her feel fortunate all over. There was a moment of understood impact before George V's grimace twisted in ira and embarrassment.
"broom, my dear, I'm so terribly sorry. Will you ladies please excuse me while I have a talk 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 hired man. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the feverish blush had somehow made it's way between her stage. She was silent, marveling that a boy as devilishly handsome as Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her inside flavor as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that heather had a huge crushed leather on her bad-boy soon to be footfall brother.
When they returned, George's face was once again a mask of felicity, Aaron looked a niggling pissed, but kept his mouth shut. The waiter arrived, George IV ordered omelettes 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 chance 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 ma'am would take account an omelette as well please. And an orange juice."broom nodded gratefully and heaved a sigh of relief as pressing 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 frilly, asking to see an I.D., but Saint George cut in once again,
"So grim, but that's not necessary. We won't be drinking this cockcrow. You can just bring him the same. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to retrieve their breakfast.
The food for thought was delicious, and Scots heather was happy to deliver something to rivet on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing nuptials design 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 clip she blushed deeply and looked away, unsure of how to reply to such a mastermind regard.
When lunch was finally over, Heather rose, relieved to get household, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll fall out your car. I can't wait for heather mixture to see our new home"
"Wait, what ?"Heather asked in a petite voice,"We're not going to our place first ?"
"Of line not love,"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 room,
"Now heather mixture don't headache. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sentiency,"George interjected,"if she has some matter she'd like to collect that's just fine..Aaron can take her."Angie's eyes flitted to Hank Aaron, then back to George, looking unsure.
"Is he a secure driver ?"she asked hesitantly,"I don't know ... Maybe I should just take her."
"He's very safe."George I assured her, then leaned over to whisper something in Angie's ear that made her pant softly.
"Oh..Ok. But take my car It's not a Nice neighborhood, you don't want to fetch the corvette."Aaron rolled his center,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's hand 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, Calluna vulgaris's heart pounded. Aaron was so intimidate, and it added a strange thrill to the ride. Eventually Henry Louis 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 rattling springy jail-bait in the car."Scots heather 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 body of work up the nerve to speak. She guessed he was about twenty or so.
"You got a boyfriend ?"
"No."she whispered
"Ever had one ?"
"No."
"Yeah I figured as much. Probably never even seen a turncock huh ?"he asked as they pulled into her flat. 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 samara 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 cat valium bottle.
"What you lookin'at squawk ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the door to miss. She was shocked to listen Aaron's vocalization respond ;
"She's looking wherever the fuck she wants."To her repugnance, the man stood and approached Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a problem boy ?"he asked, spitting the word ‘ boy'into his cheek, and Aaron smirked. broom's affectionateness raced and she clutched the doorhandle, ready to dash in to safety. Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to pack a stair back.
"How about you get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a mild tone that was much more threatening 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 knob. Heather opened the doorway
She went straight to her elbow room to gather her things, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a mother fucker 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 have lots of money,"she replied in her flyspeck 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 sense. Your mom loves the rooster. 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 wanted will power into a bag, she became mindful that Hank Aaron was lounging on her bed, watching her. Not only was a boy in her way, but he was on her bed
Just thinking of the possibilities sent a wafture of thrill through here consistency, resting between her pegleg, where, to her embarrassment she grew increasingly wet. Her mind kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really require her ? Flat chest and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to imagine what he might search like under his apparel, and pulled open a chest draftsman. She was about to snaffle some underwear, when a strange feeling came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Aaron had crept up behind her while her spine was turned, and now stood only a few inch away. Once again her center were dragged against her will up, to contact his regard, 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 tangency, Aaron leaned forward, and for a bit she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his hand slide up her skirt, to cup the burning hill between her legs.
His touch was electrifying, and her knee joint nearly buckled when he squeezed her there.
"Yeah, but you like it don't you ?"he breathed into her brass, 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 digit 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. enjoin me."
heather mixture was overcome with a swirling hullabaloo of emotions, a rich shame at how good this felt, fearfulness of this rough 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 force him close. She wanted to drive him away, but she was too timid for any of those thing, instead she writhed against his finger's breadth like a helpless insect on a lure, 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, unvoiced to stress this, and she cried out in XTC, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a pleasurable tingling building, building, so acute that she thought she was going to explode.
"I ... I can't"she cried out, hating herself for not being able-bodied to say it, working her pelvis against him in a hysteria as her body drew cheeseparing and closer to the explosion she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his hired man and stepping back to her Brobdingnagian letdown. He regarded her coldly.
"Maybe you are too young."and with that he turned around and left. heather mixture sank to her genu, humiliated, trembling with penury, hating herself for being a Noel Coward. She buried her fount into her mitt and cried, the motivation between her stage eventually fading to a dull ache. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Aaron had given her the time to do so. She packed the repose of her bag, and stepped out of her elbow room. He was lounging on the couch watching t.v., and she stood there silently, facing the storey, letting her fuzz cascade down to underwrite her eyes.
"You set up ?"he asked casually, as if nothing had just happened. Avoiding his gaze, she nodded, and they left. They drove in quiet, she chose to stay in the back place this fourth dimension for fear of eye contact. When they arrived at her new home, a huge sprawling house in a beautiful neighborhood, George VI 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."Henry Louis Aaron replied casually, tossing her the keys,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George's center widened in surprisal and he turned to Heather for confirmation. She nodded, and he slapped his hand on Hank Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No job,"he replied,"I think I got to experience my new sister pretty well."As Angie and George beamed at each other he winked at Calluna vulgaris, who blushed yet again .