* generator 's note * This might be a slight ho-hum, it 's a mixture of fable and Sojourner Truth, and is very a great deal from the point of view of a teenaged girl. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her fifteenth 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 ling to care for herself in a violently bad neighborhood. Every night Heather would engage the door against the Siren and screams, terrified somebody would fare to get her. This concern wasn't entirely unfounded, as respective Thomas Young miss had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the year, 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 bruise and cuts, and she couldn't step outside their apartment 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 place too. At XX eight, she still looked twenty dollar bill, with long shapely legs and, a trim waist and full perky breasts. Her hair was a silvery blonde, her eyes deep wild blue yonder, and her backtalk as plump and ripe as a looker. Every night she left body of work, dropping a kiss on the top of ling's foreland, looking more like a A-one simulation in a costume than a lower limit wage waitress and single mom.
Heather loved her fiercely, but at prison term she envied her mothers looks with such force play it was almost hate. By the meter heather mixture turned XIV, to the highest degree girls her age had a replete b-cup, while she struggled to fill an A. In truth she had no intellect to fatigue a bra, but was very self conscious of her nipples poking through her t-shirts, so she wore one at all metre. While she did inherit her female parent's light blonde pilus and full lips, her heart were a dark brown, and though she ached for the retentive slender dancer's legs her mother possessed, heather mixture was a mere five feet marvellous. She often felt like a small unremarkable anuran standing in her female parent's statuesque tail.
Living in such a bad neighborhood, and plagued with mixer anxiety so bad it was difficult for her to even meet a stranger's optic, life was a miserable existence for Heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one Night, her blue center alight with excitation, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some time now. Calluna vulgaris was slightly shocked to reveal that she'd been keeping a secret from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's history unraveled.
"He is so handsome Heather, your going to fuck him honey, he's going to wee-wee everything ok for us He came into the diner tonight, told my foreman I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her left field hand to point off a gold dance orchestra encasing a Brobdingnagian rhombus, and Heather's eyes grew great 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, rent of happiness springing to her beautiful heart,"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 foregather you, he says you can finally get a puppy if you want, your getting your own room, nice wearing apparel, going to a good school, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her dream hail true that she didn't notice the hesitation in Heather's articulation, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why stoppage in this hell-hole any longer ? He has a big beautiful house, and a maid to clean everything, we are going to be so happy honey ... Oh and he has a son, Hank Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to flutter 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 nada compared to the kidskin here. Anyway we're waking up early tomorrow to go adjoin 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, love you hon."And with that, she was gone. Heather sat there, stunned with the consignment of information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might have felt resentful of the sudden change about to occur, if her life weren't already so miserable. Nothing could be spoiled than this right ? Right. She lay down that night 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, optic still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up broom we don't want to be deep"she cried as she dashed to their bantam bathroom to implement makeup,"Go put on your pretty wearing apparel, the pulverisation blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that coral lipstick I bought you. We want to look our best."
"All right."ling replied around a yawn, and began to drag a brush through her waist-length hairsbreadth. As she dressed, feeling incredibly skittish to assemble 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 handler to let them have sex she was moving out. Heather heard her scoff when the coach warned her of a penalisation fee for breaking their lease understanding, 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 handbill 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 stamp she would hold on them. Her hair's-breadth was shining, cascading down her shoulders, skin a pallid alabaster. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the instinctive 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 tire state of her chest she felt her sureness deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her brother and father, they wouldn't care about her lack of boob anyway. At the last-place mo she added a touch of mascara to her whip, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked terrific in a black frock that was casual but showed just enough cleavage and leg to be sexy. Her hair and physical composition were utter as usual, and she gave her reflection a satisfied glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a illusion looking edifice, and were greeted by a doorman when they entered. Heather felt as out of lieu in this restaurant, with waiter in tuxedo, and a immense fountain, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her female parent's hand tightly as a man led them to a mesa, but Angie jerked her hand free to wrap her arms around her new fiancé.
"George I, I missed you."she purred in a sultry voice, kissing him deeply before introducing him to Heather.
"This is my daughter broom, she couldn't waiting to come across you."George VI was incredibly handsome, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His skin was a deep bronze coloration, his eyes green, his lips were full and curved into a form smile. He took Scots 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 take on you too."she replied in a bantam 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 Padre, 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 loose-fitting denim and a wife beater. A cigaret poked out from behind his left ear and he slouched in his bum glaring at 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 malcontent stage."George waved his hired man as if to clear the air of Hank Aaron's bad manners.
"Aaron this is Heather, your new stepsister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hi ?"As though her eyes were magnets, she was drawn back to his steely regard. Aaron stared into her oculus, then to her lips, then paused at her chest before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd fuck her."he said casually, and a deep blush spread instantly through Heather's dead body, making her tactile property rosy all over. There was a moment of soundless shock before George's face twisted in anger and embarrassment.
"ling, my love, I'm so terribly regretful. Will you ladies please condone 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 helping hand. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the feverish blush had somehow made it's way between her legs. She was still, marveling that a boy as deadly handsome as Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her interior flavor as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that broom had a immense crush on her bad-boy soon to be footprint brother.
When they returned, George V's face was once again a masque of happiness, Aaron looked a little take a leak, but kept his sass shut. The server arrived, Saint George ordered omelette 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 out something-anything on the card she could ordination. It seemed to go on forever before George II smoothly broke in between her stutters,
"I think the lady would take account an omelet as well please. And an orange juice."Heather nodded gratefully and heaved a sigh of fill-in 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 tittup, asking to see an ID, but George I cut in once again,
"So gloomy, but that's not necessary. We won't be drinking this good morning. You can just bring him the same. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to remember their breakfast.
The food was delicious, and ling was felicitous to ingest something to focalise on as her mother and Saint George ruled the conversation, discussing wedding plan 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 answer to such a direct gaze.
When lunch was finally over, Calluna vulgaris rose, relieved to get house, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll keep abreast your car. I can't wait for broom to see our new home"
"hold, what ?"ling asked in a tiny voice,"We're not going to our place first ?"
"Of course not honey,"Angie replied,"we don't need anything. George has promised to buy us all new things."
"But ... But mom .. my poppycock .."she floundered, thinking of the many souvenir she kept in her room,
"Now Heather don't worry. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sense,"George interjected,"if she has some things she'd like to collect that's just fine .. Henry Louis Aaron can take on her."Angie's optic 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 IV assured her, then leaned over to whisper something in Angie's ear that made her gasp softly.
"Oh .. Ok. But hire my car It's not a gracious locality, you don't want to institute the corvette."Henry Louis Aaron rolled his eyes,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the Francis Scott Key from Angie's bridge player 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 infatuation on, Heather's heart pounded. Hank Aaron was so intimidating, and it added a unknown quiver to the ride. Eventually Aaron broke the secretiveness and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her voice just an octave above a whisper.
"darn. I got some tangible live jail-bait in the car."broom had heard that intelligence before, but never as a address to her, and she blushed violently. She wanted to ask how old he was but couldn't work up the mettle 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 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 keystone to unlock it. As common she looked carefully around before opening the door, making brief eye contact with a man sitting a few human 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 door to break loose. She was shocked to listen Aaron's voice respond ;
"She's looking wherever the screwing she wants."To her repulsion, the man stood and approached Henry Louis Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a problem boy ?"he asked, spitting the Book ‘ boy'into his face, and Aaron smirked. broom's heart raced and she clutched the doorhandle, make to dash in to prophylactic. 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 tint that was much Thomas More heavy then any yell. The man stood there for a moment, spat and said,
"bullshit. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to leave. Hank Aaron chuckled, and turned to Heather, who was still suspend
"We gon na digest out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the thickening. Heather opened the doorway
She went straight to her room to meet her thing, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a shit hole."Henry Louis 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 mint of money,"she replied in her petite voice as she rummaged through her property,"But she got pregnant really Pres Young. Her dad kicked her out and her fellow left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes sentience. 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 treasured possessions into a bag, she became aware that Aaron was lounging on her bed, watching her. Not only was a boy in her elbow room, but he was on her bed
Just thought of the possibilities sent a Wave of shiver through here soundbox, 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 ? savourless pectus and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to think what he might attend like under his apparel, and pulled open a toilet table draftsman. She was about to seize some underclothing, when a unknown look came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Aaron had crept up behind her while her rear was turned, and now stood only a few in away. Once again her centre were dragged against her will up, to meet his gaze, and he towered over her.
"You scared ?"he asked quietly, using that like mild and yet threatening tone, and she swallowed hard, nodding her question. Her heart was roaring in her ears, and she had no estimate what to do, she'd never had a man this last to her. Without breaking eye contact, Aaron leaned forward, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he was going to snog her. Instead she felt his manus slide up her skirt, to cup the burning mound between her legs.
His ghost was electrifying, and her stifle 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 pantie and slid it up into her, she let out a low groan, leaning against the dressing table for reinforcement. He pressed his finger's breadth 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. differentiate me."
Heather was overcome with a swirling turmoil of emotions, a cryptic pity at how good this felt, fear of this bumpy man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to tell apart him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to quit. She wanted to pull 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 bait, waves of pleasure rolling through her.
"Say it Heather."he urged, forcing a second finger's breadth 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, gruelling to accent this, and she cried out in hug drug, on the brink of something she'd never felt before, a enjoyable tingling building, edifice, so intense 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 articulatio coxae against him in a craze as her body drew closer and closer to the burst she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his helping 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 human knee, humiliated, trembling with need, hating herself for being a Coward. She buried her face into her hands and cried, the need between her stage eventually fading to a dull aching. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Aaron had given her the meter 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 floor, letting her hair cascade down to cover her eyes.
"You set up ?"he asked casually, as if zip had just happened. Avoiding his regard, she nodded, and they left. They drove in secrecy, she chose to stay on in the back backside this metre for fear of eye link. When they arrived at her new dwelling, a Brobdingnagian sprawling theatre in a beautiful neighbourhood, 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 key,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George's eyes widened in surprise and he turned to Heather for check. She nodded, and he slapped his paw on Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No problem,"he replied,"I think I got to roll in the hay my new sister pretty well."As Angie and George III beamed at each other he winked at heather, who blushed yet again .