* Author 's note * This might be a little retard, it 's a mixture of fiction and truth, and is very much from the gunpoint of view of a teenage girl. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her 15th year living changed drastically for Heather. She had grown up with her mother, Angie, who worked every teddy she could get as a waitress, leaving Heather to worry for herself in a violently bad neighborhood. Every Nox Calluna vulgaris would lock the room access against the Siren and riot, terrified someone would come to get her. This fear wasn't entirely unfounded, as several new 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 minor bruises 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 nicest of topographic point too. At xx eight, she still looked twenty, with long shapely leg and, a garnish waist and to the full perky breasts. Her hair's-breadth was a silvery blonde, her oculus deep blue air, and her lips as plump and ripe as a peach. Every night she left work, dropping a kiss on the top of heather's head, looking more like a tops model in a costume than a lower limit wage waitress and exclusive mom.
Heather loved her fiercely, but at times she envied her female parent looks with such effect it was almost hate. By the metre ling turned fourteen, well-nigh girls her age had a full b-cup, while she struggled to sate an A. In accuracy she had no reason to outwear a bra, but was very self conscious of her mamilla poking through her t-shirts, so she wore one at all fourth dimension. While she did inherit her mother's light blonde hair and full lips, her eyes were a dark Brown, and though she ached for the long slender dancer's legs her female parent possessed, Heather was a bare five foundation marvellous. She often felt like a small unremarkable salientian standing in her mother's statuesque shadow.
Living in such a bad neighbourhood, and plagued with social anxiety so bad it was hard for her to even see a alien's eyes, life was a low-down existence for Heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one night, her blue centre alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some time now. ling was slightly shocked to discover that she'd been keeping a secret from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's floor unraveled.
"He is so handsome Heather, your going to make love him honey, 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 left hand to show off a atomic number 79 isthmus encasing a vast diamond, and 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, bust of felicity springing to her beautiful centre,"He's rich people I mean really really rich Like I was before dad disowned me, and he's going to make 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, nice clothes, going to a expert school, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her dream fare true that she didn't notice the hesitation in ling's voice, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why halt in this hell-hole any longer ? He has a big beautiful house, and a maiden to clean everything, we are going to be so happy honey ... Oh and he has a son, Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to hesitate here as she tried to key out him,"He's a bit put out I guess. But I'm sure he's a soundly boy deep down, I mean he's nothing compared to the kids here. Anyway we're waking up early tomorrow to go fit them."
"But I have school-"
"No way, your not spending one more day there. You can start up up in your new school after we're moved in. fountainhead I better get to kip, have sex you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the freight of information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might receive felt resentful of the sudden changes about to go on, if her lifespan weren't already so scurvy. Nothing could be worse than this right hand ? Right. She lay down that dark and tried to opine 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 Heather we don't want to be late"she cried as she dashed to their tiny bathroom to apply makeup,"Go put on your pretty wearing apparel, the powder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that precious coral lipstick I bought you. We want to wait our best."
"All right."Heather replied around a yawn, and began to drag a encounter through her waist-length pilus. As she dressed, feeling incredibly nervous to converge 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 know she was moving out. heather mixture heard her scoff when the coach warned her of a penalty fee for breaking their term of a contract concord, 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 bill me for the cleanup."The manager asked her something, and Angie giggled like a schoolgirl, replying"Oh you have no estimate"
Heather surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what depression she would get on them. Her hair was shining, cascading down her shoulders, skin a pale onyx marble. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the natural blush in her nerve. ling wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the face, but as soon as she surveyed the compressed state of her chest she felt her self-confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her brother and father, they wouldn't fear about her deficiency of titty anyway. At the last minute she added a touch of mascara to her lashes, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked fantastic in a ignominious apparel that was passing but showed just plenty cleavage and leg to be sexy. Her hair and makeup were pure as usual, and she gave her reflection a quenched glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a partiality looking building, and were greeted by a doorman when they entered. Calluna vulgaris felt as out of home in this restaurant, with waiters in tux, and a Brobdingnagian outpouring, 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 hand free to wind her branch around her new fiancé.
"George II, 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 get together you."George was incredibly big, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His tegument was a deep bronze coloration, his oculus common, his sassing were full and curved into a kind grinning. He took heather mixture's hired man into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your mother dear,"he said,"I'm so please to meet you Heather. I've always wanted a daughter."Heather shyly looked away, but couldn't aid but smile in return.
"I'm pleased to run into you too."she replied in a tiny vox, and then took her seat at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the former man at the board. He strongly resembled his Father, with brown pilus falling into his dark-green eyes, and his deeply tanned cutis, but that was where the similarities ended. While his father was impeccably dressed, he wore loose-fitting jean and a wife beater. A cigarette poked out from behind his left ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at Scots heather. 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 rebellious stage."George II waved his hand as if to clear the air of Aaron's bad manners.
"Aaron this is Calluna vulgaris, your new stepsister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hello ?"As though her heart were attraction, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Hank Aaron stared into her eyes, then to her sassing, then paused at her chest before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd piece of tail her."he said casually, and a deep blush spread instantly through Heather's consistence, making her feel rosy all over. There was a here and now of still jolt before George II's face twisted in anger and embarrassment.
"heather mixture, my costly, I'm so terribly regretful. Will you ladies please explain me while I have a talk with my son ?"And with that he was pulling Hank Aaron out of the restaurant.
"Oh dearest don't judgement 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 feverish flush had somehow made it's way between her pegleg. She was understood, marveling that a boy as devilish handsome as Hank Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her interior feel as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that heather mixture had a immense crush on her bad-boy soon to be ill-use brother.
When they returned, George's face was once again a masquerade of happiness, Aaron looked a little pissed, but kept his oral fissure shut. The waiter arrived, George V 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 determine something-anything on the menu she could order. It seemed to go on forever before George smoothly broke in between her stutters,
"I think the lady would appreciate an omelette as well please. And an orange juice."ling nodded gratefully and heaved a sigh of backup 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 ruffled, asking to see an I.D., but George cut in once again,
"So no-count, but that's not requisite. We won't be drinking this morning. You can just contribute him the Saami. Thanks."Nodding politely, the server disappeared to retrieve their breakfast.
The intellectual nourishment was delicious, and Heather was happy to deliver something to focus on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing wedding party plans 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 time she blushed deeply and looked away, unsure of how to reply to such a lead gaze.
When dejeuner was finally over, Heather rose, relieved to get dwelling, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll follow your car. I can't wait for Heather to see our new abode"
"Wait, what ?"Heather asked in a tiny vocalisation,"We're not going to our place first ?"
"Of class not honey,"Angie replied,"we don't need anything. George has promised to buy us all new things."
"But ... But mom .. my clobber .."she floundered, thinking of the many keepsake she kept in her way,
"Now heather don't worry. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sense,"George III interjected,"if she has some things she'd like to collect that's just OK .. Aaron can necessitate her."Angie's heart flitted to Henry Louis Aaron, then back to George, looking unsure.
"Is he a safe driver ?"she asked hesitantly,"I don't know ... Maybe I should just occupy her."
"He's very safe."George IV 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 institute the corvette."Hank Aaron rolled his eyes,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's helping hand and headed out the door, leaving a befuddled Heather to skitter after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a crush on, ling's core pounded. Henry Louis Aaron was so restrain, 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 octave above a whisper.
"Damn. I got some veridical 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 study up the heart 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 very much. Probably never even seen a tool 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 door, and he followed, handing her the keys to unlock it. As usual she looked carefully around before opening the door, making legal brief eye liaison with a man sitting a few feet away holding a honey oil bottle.
"What you lookin'at cunt ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the door to take to the woods. She was shocked to discover Aaron's articulation respond ;
"She's looking wherever the fuck 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 Aaron smirked. Heather's kernel raced and she clutched the doorhandle, ready to frighten away in to condom. Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to take a footmark back.
"How about you get the shag out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a soft tone that was much Sir Thomas More threatening then any yell. The man stood there for a present moment, pettifoggery and said,
"Shit. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to leave. Aaron chuckled, and turned to heather mixture, who was still quick-frozen
"We gon na stick out out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the knob. Heather opened the door
She went straight to her room to forgather 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 piece like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scamper about her room.
"Mom used to ingest piles of money,"she replied in her flyspeck voice as she rummaged through her belongings,"But she got meaning really unseasoned. Her dad kicked her out and her fellow left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes common sense. Your mom loves the cock. 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 appreciate self-will into a bag, she became aware that Henry Louis Aaron was lounging on her bed, watching her. Not only was a boy in her room, but he was on her bed
Just thinking of the possibilities sent a wave of shiver through here consistency, resting between her leg, where, to her embarrassment she grew increasingly wet. Her thinker kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really want her ? Flat chest and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to conceive of what he might reckon like under his clothes, and pulled open a dresser drawer. She was about to grab some underclothing, when a strange touch sensation 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 inches away. Once again her eyes 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 musical note, and she swallowed hard, nodding her question. Her nitty-gritty was roaring in her ear, and she had no idea what to do, she'd never had a man this close to her. Without breaking eye link, Aaron leaned forward, and for a second she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his script slide up her wench, to cup the burning mound 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 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 keep. He pressed his finger deeper, twisting it, emitting another breathless moan from her, and began to dunk 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. secern me."
Heather was overcome with a swirling hullabaloo of emotions, a rich shame at how goodness this felt, fear of this raspy 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 displume 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 hook, waving 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 finger up, hard to punctuate this, and she cried out in ecstasy, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a pleasurable prickling 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 pelvis against him in a craze as her body drew nigher and closer to the plosion she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his hand and stepping back to her Brobdingnagian disappointment. He regarded her coldly.
"Maybe you are too young."and with that he turned around and left. heather sank to her knee joint, humiliated, trembling with penury, hating herself for being a coward. She buried her face into her hands and cried, the need between her legs eventually fading to a dumb aching. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Aaron had given her the time to do so. She packed the rest 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 storey, 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 silence, she chose to stay in the rear seat this meter for care of eye contact. When they arrived at her new plate, a vast sprawling mansion 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."Henry Louis Aaron replied casually, tossing her the tonality,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."Saint George's eye widened in surprise and he turned to heather for verification. She nodded, and he slapped his paw on Henry Louis 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 beamed at each other he winked at Heather, who blushed yet again .