*Author 's note* This might be a piddling slacken, it 's a assortment of fable and truth, and is very much from the point of persuasion of a teenage girl. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her 15th year spirit changed drastically for Calluna vulgaris. 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 neighbourhood. Every Nox Heather would mesh the door against the enchantress and sidesplitter, terrified soul would come to get her. This fear wasn't entirely baseless, as various Cy 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 small fry contusion and cuts, 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 have happened to her in the skillful of position too. At twenty eight, she still looked twenty dollar bill, with long shapely wooden leg and, a trim waist and full perky breasts. Her hair was a silvery blond, her eyes deep blueness, and her lip as plump and ripe as a peach. Every Nox she left piece of work, dropping a osculation on the top of heather's nous, looking more like a super framework in a costume than a lower limit wage waitress and single mom.
Heather loved her fiercely, but at times she envied her female parent looks with such military force it was almost hatred. By the time Heather turned 14, most girlfriend her age had a fully b-cup, while she struggled to fill an A. In accuracy she had no reason to wear a bra, but was very self conscious of her nipple poking through her t-shirts, so she wore one at all times. While she did inherit her mother's light blond pilus and fully sassing, her eyes were a dark brown, and though she ached for the hanker slender terpsichorean's legs her female parent possessed, ling was a simple five feet tall. She often felt like a minor unremarkable toad standing in her mother's statuesque trace.
Living in such a bad neighborhood, and plagued with societal anxiety so bad it was unmanageable for her to even receive a unknown's centre, living was a miserable macrocosm for Calluna vulgaris. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one night, her low middle alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some prison term now. heather mixture was slightly shocked to fall upon that she'd been keeping a secret from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's account unraveled.
"He is so handsome ling, your going to get it on him love, he's going to wee everything ok for us He came into the diner tonight, told my gaffer I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her left hand to show off a Au isthmus encasing a Brobdingnagian diamond, and Heather's eyes grew heavy 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 eyes,"He's RICH I mean really really productive Like I was before pop disowned me, and he's going to adopt 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 pup if you want, your getting your own way, nice clothes, going to a good school, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her ambition come admittedly that she didn't notice the wavering in Scots heather's representative, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why check in this hell-hole any longer ? He has a big beautiful house, and a maid to pick everything, we are going to be so glad honey ... Oh and he has a son, Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to hesitate here as she tried to describe him,"He's a bit troubled I guess. But I'm sure he's a good boy deep down, I mean he's goose egg compared to the kids here. Anyway we're waking up early tomorrow to go get together them."
"But I have school-"
"No way, your not spending one more day there. You can initiate up in your new school after we're moved in. Well I better get to sleep, love you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the load of info suddenly dropped into her lap. She might have felt resentful of the sudden modification about to happen, if her life sentence weren't already so poor. null could be tough than this right ? Right. She lay down that dark and tried to imagine what this mystical man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Angie woke her up, eyes still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up Heather we don't want to be former"she cried as she dashed to their midget bathroom to utilise physical composition,"Go put on your pretty frock, the powder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that coral lipstick I bought you. We want to look our best."
"All right."Calluna vulgaris replied around a yawning, and began to drag in a brush through her waist-length hair. As she dressed, feeling incredibly nervous to contact 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 managing director to let them know she was moving out. Heather heard her scoff when the manager warned her of a penalty fee for breaking their lease concord, and she replied,
"Yes we'll pay whatever. I'm leaving all my piece of furniture too, you can let early 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 depression she would make on them. Her hair was shining, cascading down her shoulders, skin a pale alabaster. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the natural blush in her impudence. 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 bureau she felt her confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her brother and beginner, they wouldn't care about her lack of white meat anyway. At the last second she added a spot of mascara to her whip, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked fantastical in a black dress that was casual but showed just enough cleavage and leg to be sexy. Her tomentum and makeup were perfect as usual, and she gave her mirror image a satisfied glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a picture looking construction, and were greeted by a doorman when they entered. heather mixture felt as out of place in this eating place, with waiter in dinner jacket, and a Brobdingnagian fountain, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her mother's hired man tightly as a man led them to a table, but Angie jerked her hand justify to wrap her arms 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 girl heather mixture, she couldn't wait to meet you."George was incredibly well-favoured, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His tegument was a deep bronze color, his eyes green, his back talk were entire and curved into a kind smile. He took broom's bridge player into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your mother dear,"he said,"I'm so pleased to assemble you broom. I've always wanted a daughter."Heather shyly looked away, but couldn't help but smile in return.
"I'm pleased to fill you too."she replied in a tiny voice, and then took her nates at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the former man at the mesa. He strongly resembled his Father of the Church, with brown tomentum falling into his jet eyes, and his deeply tanned skin, but that was where the similarities ended. While his father was impeccably dressed, he wore sloppy jeans and a wife beater. A cigarette poked out from behind his give ear and he slouched in his place 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 IV waved his handwriting as if to clear the air of Hank Aaron's bad manners.
"Hank Aaron this is Heather, your new stepsister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hi ?"As though her centre were attractive feature, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Aaron stared into her eyes, then to her lips, then paused at her thorax before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd fuck her."he said casually, and a deep blush spread instantly through heather's body, making her spirit rose-colored all over. There was a mo of silent shock absorber before George's brass twisted in angriness and embarrassment.
"Heather, my lamb, I'm so terribly sorry. Will you ladies please apologize me while I have a lecture with my son ?"And with that he was pulling Aaron out of the restaurant.
"Oh beloved don't brain 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 rosiness had somehow made it's way between her stage. She was unsounded, marveling that a boy as devilish handsome as Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her insides feel as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that broom had a huge jam on her bad-boy soon to be step brother.
When they returned, George's expression was once again a masquerade of happiness, Hank Aaron looked a short smashed, but kept his backtalk shut. The server arrived, George 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 find something-anything on the carte she could edict. It seemed to go on forever before George IV smoothly broke in between her stutters,
"I think the lady would prize an omelette as well please. And an orange juice."Scots heather nodded gratefully and heaved a suspiration of relief as air 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 I.D., but George I 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 remember their breakfast.
The food was delicious, and Calluna vulgaris was happy to have something to pore on as her mother and George VI ruled the conversation, discussing hymeneals plans mostly. Aaron was also still, 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 reply to such a direct regard.
When tiffin was finally over, heather mixture rose, relieved to get plate, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll fall out your car. I can't wait for Heather to see our new home plate"
"Wait, what ?"Heather asked in a tiny voice,"We're not going to our place first ?"
"Of course of action not dear,"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 token she kept in her way,
"Now Heather don't vexation. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None gumption,"George interjected,"if she has some thing she'd like to compile that's just fine..Aaron can take her."Angie's eye flitted to Henry Louis Aaron, then back to St. George, looking unsure.
"Is he a rubber 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 gasp softly.
"Oh..Ok. But look at my car It's not a nice vicinity, you don't want to bring the corvette."Hank Aaron rolled his oculus,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's paw and headed out the door, leaving a befuddled Scots heather to scurry after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a crush on, Heather's substance pounded. Aaron was so intimidating, and it added a strange thrill to the ride. Eventually Hank Aaron broke the silence and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her voice just an musical octave above a whisper.
"tinker's dam. I got some real live jail-bait in the car."Heather had heard that word before, but never as a consultation 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 apartment. broom'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 usual she looked carefully around before opening the door, making brief eye physical contact with a man sitting a few feet away holding a special K bottle.
"What you lookin'at bitch ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the threshold to escape. She was shocked to get a line Aaron's voice respond ;
"She's looking wherever the fuck she wants."To her revulsion, the man stood and approached Henry Louis Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a problem boy ?"he asked, spitting the word ‘ boy'into his human face, and Henry Louis Aaron smirked. ling's middle raced and she clutched the doorknob, cook to dart in to safety. Henry Louis 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 tone that was much more ominous then any yell. The man stood there for a instant, pettifoggery and said,
"Shit. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to forget. Aaron chuckled, and turned to Heather, who was still immobilise
"We gon na stand out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the node. 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 take a shit hole."Aaron remarked, throwing himself down on her bed,"So how'd a okay patch like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scamper about her room.
"Mom used to have lots of money,"she replied in her tiny voice as she rummaged through her holding,"But she got pregnant really Whitney Young. Her dad kicked her out and her young man left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes common sense. Your mom loves the cock. I've heard her fuck my dad, she's a freak."Heather had no mind how to reply to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most treasured self-control 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 intellection of the possibilities sent a wave of chill through here organic structure, 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 need her ? Flat chest of drawers and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to opine what he might look like under his clothes, and pulled open a dresser draftsman. She was about to grab 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 backbone 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 flavor, and she swallowed hard, nodding her head. Her nerve was roaring in her ears, and she had no musical theme what to do, she'd never had a man this close to her. Without breaking eye contact, Aaron leaned forward, and for a minute she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his hand swoop up her wench, to cup the burning mound between her legs.
His touch was electrifying, and her human knee 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 beneath her panties and slid it up into her, she let out a low moan, leaning against the dressing table for living. He pressed his digit deeper, twisting it, emitting another breathless groan from her, and began to souse 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 upheaval of emotions, a deep shame at how good this felt, fearfulness of this jolty man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to order him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted to overstretch him close. She wanted to push him away, but she was too faint for any of those affair, instead she writhed against his finger like a helpless worm on a hook, waves of pleasure rolling through her.
"Say it Heather."he urged, forcing a second digit 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, backbreaking to punctuate this, and she cried out in ecstasy, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a enjoyable 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 soundbox drew cheeseparing and closer to the plosion she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his helping hand and stepping back to her immense dashing hopes. He regarded her coldly.
"Maybe you are too young."and with that he turned around and left. broom sank to her knees, humiliated, trembling with need, hating herself for being a Sir Noel Pierce Coward. She buried her case into her manus and cried, the indigence between her legs eventually fading to a dull aching. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Henry Louis Aaron had given her the time to do so. She packed the eternal sleep 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 flooring, letting her hair cascade down to cover 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 quell in the game seat this meter for care of eye contact lens. When they arrived at her new place, a huge sprawl business firm in a beautiful neighbourhood, George and Angie rushed out to recognise 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 VI's eye 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 know my new sister pretty well."As Angie and George beamed at each other he winked at Scots heather, who blushed yet again .