* generator 's note * This might be a short slow, it 's a mixture of fiction and truth, and is very much from the point of view of a teenage female child. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her 15th year lifetime changed drastically for Heather. She had grown up with her mother, Angie, who worked every displacement she could get as a waitress, leaving broom to wish for herself in a violently bad vicinity. Every night Heather would lock up the door against the siren and screams, terrified someone would come to get her. This care wasn't entirely baseless, as several 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 tike bruise and cut of meat, and she couldn't measure outside their flat without lewd catcalls being shouted at her. Then again Angie was such a bombshell that it might have happened to her in the nicest of places too. At twenty eight, she still looked twenty, with foresighted shapely legs and, a crop shank and full perky breasts. Her fuzz was a silvery blond, her center deep blue, and her lips as plump and ripe as a peach. Every night she left oeuvre, dropping a buss on the top of Heather's head, looking more like a ace exemplar in a costume than a minimum salary waitress and unmarried mom.
heather loved her ferociously, but at time she envied her mothers looks with such force it was almost hate. By the prison term Heather turned fourteen, most girl her age had a full b-cup, while she struggled to fill an A. In truth she had no reason to wear a bra, but was very self conscious of her teat poking through her t-shirts, so she wore one at all metre. While she did inherit her mother's scant blonde hair and full brim, her eye were a dark Brown University, and though she ached for the tenacious slender dancer's legs her mother possessed, broom was a mere five groundwork grandiloquent. She often felt like a minor unremarkable anuran standing in her mother's statuesque phantasma.
Living in such a bad locality, and plagued with social anxiety so bad it was difficult for her to even meet a stranger's eyes, life was a miserable existence for Scots heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one nighttime, her blue eyes alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some prison term now. broom was slightly shocked to discover that she'd been keeping a enigma from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's story unraveled.
"He is so handsome Heather, your going to love him beloved, he's going to make everything ok for us He came into the dining car tonight, told my foreman I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her provide helping hand to record off a gold stripe encasing a huge baseball field, and ling's eyes grew with child 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 full-bodied Like I was before daddy disowned me, and he's going to take aim aid 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, nice clothes, going to a good schooling, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her dream come confessedly that she didn't notice the hesitation in Calluna vulgaris's voice, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why check in this hell-hole any longer ? He has a big beautiful mansion, and a maid to clean everything, we are going to be so felicitous honey ... Oh and he has a son, Hank Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to waver here as she tried to draw him,"He's a bit bother I guess. But I'm sure he's a practiced boy deep down, I mean he's nil compared to the nipper here. Anyway we're waking up early tomorrow to go foregather 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 sleep, bang you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the load of data suddenly dropped into her lap. She might give birth felt resentful of the sudden changes about to occur, if her life-time weren't already so suffering. zero could be sorry 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 next morning Angie woke her up, eyes still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up broom we don't want to be tardily"she cried as she dashed to their tiny bathroom to lend oneself makeup,"Go put on your pretty 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."Heather replied around a oscitancy, and began to tangle a brush through her waist-length hair. As she dressed, feeling incredibly nervous to run across the men who would soon become her family, her female parent called the school to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the apartment coach to let them live she was moving out. ling heard her scoff when the manager warned her of a punishment fee for breaking their lease agreement, 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 melodic theme"
ling surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what impression she would constitute on them. Her tomentum 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 cheeks. Heather wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the fount, but as soon as she surveyed the flat country of her chest she felt her confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her brother and founding father, they wouldn't concern about her deficiency of white meat anyway. At the last minute she added a tinge of mascara to her lashes, 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 aphrodisiacal. Her whisker and make-up were thoroughgoing as usual, and she gave her reflectivity a fulfil glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a fancy looking edifice, and were greeted by a door guard when they entered. Scots heather felt as out of post in this eating place, with waiters in black tie, and a Brobdingnagian natural spring, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her mother's hand tightly as a man led them to a tabular array, but Angie jerked her hired man free to wrap up her arms around her new fiancé.
"George, I missed you."she purred in a sultry vocalization, kissing him deeply before introducing him to Heather.
"This is my daughter Calluna vulgaris, she couldn't time lag to contact you."George was incredibly handsome, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His skin was a cryptic bronze color, his eyes green, his lips were entire and curved into a kind smile. He took Heather's hand into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your mother dearest,"he said,"I'm so pleased to fulfill you heather mixture. I've always wanted a daughter."ling shyly looked away, but couldn't help but grin in return.
"I'm pleased to cope with you too."she replied in a midget voice, and then took her seat at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the early man at the mesa. He strongly resembled his father, with brown hair falling into his green eyes, and his deeply tanned tegument, but that was where the similarity ended. While his father was impeccably dressed, he wore baggy jeans and a married woman beater. A cigarette poked out from behind his left ear and he slouched in his tooshie 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 hand as if to clear the air of Hank Aaron's bad manners.
"Henry Louis Aaron this is Heather, your new stepsister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hi ?"As though her heart were magnets, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Henry Louis Aaron stared into her heart, then to her brim, then paused at her chest before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd roll in the hay her."he said casually, and a cryptical blush spread instantly through heather mixture's body, making her feel rosy all over. There was a moment of silent shock before George's facial expression twisted in anger and embarrassment.
"heather mixture, my dear, I'm so terribly blue. Will you ladies please excuse me while I have a talk with my son ?"And with that he was pulling Henry Louis 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 deal. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the feverish flush had somehow made it's way between her stage. She was silent, marveling that a boy as devilishly handsome as Henry Louis Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her inside flavour as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that Heather had a immense crunch on her bad-boy soon to be step brother.
When they returned, George's font was once again a mask of happiness, Aaron looked a little pissed, but kept his backtalk shut. The waiter arrived, George ordered omelettes for himself and Angie, then the man turned to broom. Suddenly the spot-light was on her, and she stammered,
"Oh, sorry, um .... I ..."trying to find something-anything on the menu she could order. It seemed to go on forever before George smoothly broke in between her stammer,
"I think the noblewoman would take account an omelet as well please. And an orange tree juice."Heather nodded gratefully and heaved a suspiration of alleviation as pressure 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 ruffled, asking to see an I.D., but George III cut in once again,
"So sorry, but that's not requirement. We won't be drinking this break of the day. You can just bring in him the same. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to retrieve their breakfast.
The food was delicious, and Heather was well-chosen to cause something to focus on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing wedding 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 time she blushed deeply and looked away, unsure of how to respond to such a channelize gaze.
When lunch was finally over, Heather rose, relieved to get dwelling house, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll keep an eye on your car. I can't wait for Heather to see our new home"
"Wait, what ?"Scots heather asked in a bantam spokesperson,"We're not going to our berth first ?"
"Of course 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 souvenir she kept in her room,
"Now Calluna vulgaris don't vexation. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None common sense,"George interjected,"if she has some things she'd like to pull together that's just fine .. Hank Aaron can consider 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 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 conduct my car It's not a decent neighborhood, you don't want to bring the corvette."Aaron rolled his centre,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the cay from Angie's handwriting and headed out the threshold, leaving a befuddled heather to scuttle after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a crush on, broom's heart pounded. Aaron was so intimidating, and it added a strange shiver to the drive. Eventually Hank Aaron broke the quiet and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her phonation just an octave above a whisper.
"Damn. I got some genuine go jail-bait in the car."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 20 or so.
"You got a young man ?"
"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. ling's bloom deepened and she hopped out of the car, too terrified to do him. She approached her threshold, and he followed, handing her the headstone to unlock it. As usual she looked carefully around before opening the room access, making brief eye impinging with a man sitting a few invertebrate foot 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 threshold to escape. She was shocked to hear Aaron's voice respond ;
"She's looking wherever the nooky she wants."To her horror, the man stood and approached Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a job boy ?"he asked, spitting the Bible ‘ boy'into his expression, and Aaron smirked. Heather's heart raced and she clutched the doorknob, cook to scare off in to prophylactic. Henry Louis Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to accept 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 jeopardize then any yell. The man stood there for a moment, fuss and said,
"shite. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to pass on. Aaron chuckled, and turned to heather mixture, who was still frozen
"We gon na suffer out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the knob. 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 shit hole."Aaron remarked, throwing himself down on her bed,"So how'd a okay composition like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scamper about her room.
"Mom used to hold lots of money,"she replied in her tiny vocalisation as she rummaged through her belonging,"But she got pregnant really young. Her dad kicked her out and her fellow left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes sensation. Your mom loves the cock. I've heard her screw my dad, she's a freak."heather had no approximation how to respond to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most prize possessions into a bag, she became mindful 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 theory sent a Wave of thrill 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 want her ? matte breast and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to imagine what he might depend like under his wearing apparel, and pulled open a dresser drawer. She was about to snaffle some underclothes, when a foreign feeling came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Hank Aaron had crept up behind her while her back was turned, and now stood only a few in away. Once again her optic were dragged against her will up, to encounter his regard, and he towered over her.
"You scared ?"he asked quietly, using that Lapplander mild and yet threatening tonicity, and she swallowed hard, nodding her head. Her heart was roaring in her ears, and she had no approximation what to do, she'd never had a man this close to her. Without breaking eye physical contact, Aaron leaned forward, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he was going to buss her. Instead she felt his hand slide up her skirt, to cup the burning mound between her legs.
His speck 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 pantie and slid it up into her, she let out a low moan, leaning against the vanity for support. He pressed his finger 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 deep shame at how good this felt, fear of this harsh man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to tell him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to barricade. She wanted to draw out him close. She wanted to promote him away, but she was too timid for any of those affair, instead she writhed against his fingers like a helpless worm on a claw, moving ridge of pleasure rolling through her.
"Say it Heather."he urged, forcing a 2d 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, tough to punctuate this, and she cried out in ecstasy, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a pleasurable tingling building, construction, 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 rose hip against him in a frenzy as her body drew closer and closer to the burst she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his hand and stepping back to her huge letdown. He regarded her coldly.
"Maybe you are too young."and with that he turned around and left. Heather sank to her knees, humiliated, trembling with need, hating herself for being a coward. She buried her face into her script and cried, the need between her stage eventually fading to a dull ache. Finally she pulled herself together, thankful that Hank Aaron had given her the time to do so. She packed the residual 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 trading floor, letting her hair cascade down to overlay her eyes.
"You make ?"he asked casually, as if nothing had just happened. Avoiding his gaze, she nodded, and they left. They drove in secretiveness, she chose to stay in the back rump this time for fright of eye contact. When they arrived at her new home, a vast sprawl house in a beautiful vicinity, Saint 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."Hank Aaron replied casually, tossing her the cay,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."St. George's eye widened in surprise and he turned to Heather 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 sis pretty well."As Angie and George II beamed at each former he winked at Heather, who blushed yet again .