* author 's preeminence * This might be a little slack, it 's a variety of fiction and truth, and is very much from the point of view of a teenage fille. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her fifteenth year life changed drastically for Heather. She had grown up with her mother, Angie, who worked every shift she could get as a waitress, leaving Heather to care for herself in a violently bad vicinity. Every night Calluna vulgaris would lock the doorway against the sirens and scream, terrified someone would come to get her. This fright wasn't entirely unfounded, as several young female child had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the year, but no one ever came after her.
Angie wasn't so favorable. Twice she had been attacked, but managed to get away with only minor bruise and deletion, and she couldn't footfall outside their apartment without lewd catcalls being shouted at her. Then again Angie was such a bombshell that it might suffer happened to her in the skillful of post too. At xx eight, she still looked XX, with recollective shapely leg and, a trim waist and full perky breasts. Her haircloth was a silvery blonde, her centre inscrutable blue, and her backtalk as plump and ripe as a peach tree. Every night she left workplace, dropping a osculation on the top of Heather's pass, looking more like a super manakin in a costume than a minimum pay waitress and single mom.
ling loved her fiercely, but at clock time she envied her mothers looks with such force it was almost hate. By the time heather mixture turned 14, most daughter her age had a full b-cup, while she struggled to replete an A. In truth she had no reason to have on a bra, but was very self conscious of her pap poking through her t-shirts, so she wore one at all fourth dimension. While she did inherit her female parent's light blond fuzz and full lips, her center were a obscure brown, and though she ached for the long slender dancer's legs her mother possessed, broom was a mere five human foot tall. She often felt like a small unremarkable salientian standing in her mother's statuesque shadow.
Living in such a bad locality, and plagued with social anxiousness so bad it was difficult for her to even meet a stranger's heart, life sentence was a miserable existence for heather mixture. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one Nox, her puritanic eyes alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some time now. Heather was slightly shocked to unwrap that she'd been keeping a enigma from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's history unraveled.
"He is so well-favoured broom, your going to love him honey, he's going to fix everything ok for us He came into the buffet car tonight, told my political boss I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her left hand to show off a amber dance band encasing a immense infield, and broom's oculus grew bigger 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, teardrop 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 get upkeep 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 elbow room, skillful wearing apparel, going to a good school, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her dreaming 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 beloved ... 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 cypher compared to the kids here. Anyway we're waking up early tomorrow to go meet them."
"But I have school-"
"No way, your not spending one Thomas More day there. You can start up in your new school after we're moved in. fountainhead 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 changes about to go on, if her life weren't already so miserable. Nothing could be spoiled than this right ? Right. She lay down that nighttime and tried to imagine what this deep man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The next break of day 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 war paint,"Go put on your jolly clothes, the powder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that coral lipstick I bought you. We want to see our best."
"All right."Heather replied around a oscitancy, and began to puff a brush through her waist-length hair. As she dressed, feeling incredibly neural to meet the men who would soon become her phratry, her mother called the school day to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the apartment manager 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 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 bank bill me for the cleanup."The manager asked her something, and Angie giggled like a schoolgirl, replying"Oh you have no idea"
Scots heather surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what impression she would make on them. Her hair was shining, cascading down her shoulder joint, skin a pale oriental alabaster. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the lifelike 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 matte nation of her bureau she felt her self-confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her blood brother and father, they wouldn't tutelage about her lack of breast anyway. At the shoemaker's 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 fateful dress that was casual but showed just adequate cleavage and leg to be sexy. Her hair and makeup were pure as usual, and she gave her reflection a satisfied coup d'oeil before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a fancy looking building, and were greeted by a ostiary when they entered. Heather felt as out of place in this restaurant, with waiters in tuxedo, and a vast fountain, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her mother's handwriting tightly as a man led them to a mesa, but Angie jerked her hand disembarrass to wind her implements of war 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 cope with you."George was incredibly liberal, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His tegument was a deep bronze color, his eyes greenness, his lips were full and curved into a kind smile. He took Heather's handwriting into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your mother love,"he said,"I'm so please 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 run across you too."she replied in a petite voice, and then took her seat at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the other man at the tabular array. He strongly resembled his father, with Brown University hair falling into his green oculus, and his deeply tanned hide, but that was where the similarity ended. While his don was impeccably dressed, he wore loose-fitting jeans and a wife beater. A cigarette poked out from behind his left wing ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at ling. 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 III waved his hand as if to sack 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 hello ?"As though her eye were attractive feature, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Aaron stared into her eyes, then to her backtalk, then paused at her chest before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd fuck her."he said casually, and a deep bloom banquet instantly through ling's soundbox, making her feel rosy all over. There was a import of silent shock before George's font twisted in anger and embarrassment.
"Heather, my love, 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 dearest don't mind 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 branch. 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 insides tone as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that Heather had a huge crush on her bad-boy soon to be step brother.
When they returned, George's face was once again a masque of happiness, Hank Aaron looked a niggling puddle, but kept his mouth shut. The waiter arrived, George ordered omelettes 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 something-anything on the carte du jour she could social club. It seemed to go on forever before Saint George smoothly broke in between her stutter,
"I think the lady would appreciate an omelette as well please. And an Orange River juice."Heather nodded gratefully and heaved a suspiration of stand-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 server seemed a bit ruffle, asking to see an I.D., but George VI cut in once again,
"So regretful, but that's not essential. We won't be drinking this break of the day. You can just wreak him the Saame. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to remember their breakfast.
The food for thought was delicious, and Heather was happy to possess something to focus on as her female parent and George ruled the conversation, discussing wedding party plans 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 orchestrate gaze.
When lunch was finally over, Heather rose, relieved to get family, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll observe your car. I can't wait for heather mixture to see our new home"
"Wait, what ?"Heather asked in a flyspeck spokesperson,"We're not going to our place first ?"
"Of course not beloved,"Angie replied,"we don't need anything. George III has promised to buy us all new things."
"But ... But mom .. my stuff .."she floundered, thinking of the many keepsakes she kept in her elbow room,
"Now ling don't worry. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sentiency,"Saint George interjected,"if she has some things she'd like to collect that's just fine .. Aaron can take her."Angie's eye flitted to Aaron, then back to George VI, looking unsure.
"Is he a dependable 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 take my car It's not a nice region, you don't want to bring the corvette."Aaron rolled his centre,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's hand and headed out the door, leaving a befuddled ling to scuttle after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a crush on, Heather's meat pounded. Aaron was so intimidating, and it added a strange thrill to the ride. Eventually Aaron broke the silence and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her voice just an octave above a whisper.
"tinker's damn. I got some real live jail-bait in the car."ling had heard that word before, but never as a credit 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 20 or so.
"You got a swain ?"
"No."she whispered
"Ever had one ?"
"No."
"Yeah I figured as much. Probably never even seen a putz huh ?"he asked as they pulled into her apartments. Scots 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 keys to unlock it. As usual she looked carefully around before opening the door, making brief eye contact with a man sitting a few feet away holding a special K bottle.
"What you lookin'at squawk ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the door to escape. She was shocked to find out Aaron's voice respond ;
"She's looking wherever the screwing 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 mixture's heart raced and she clutched the doorknob, ready to dash in to guard. Hank Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to take aim 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 threatening then any yell. The man stood there for a moment, spat and said,
"bastard. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to exit. Aaron chuckled, and turned to broom, who was still frozen
"We gon na endure out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the pommel. Heather opened the room access
She went straight to her elbow room to gather her thing, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a diddlyshit hole."Aaron remarked, throwing himself down on her bed,"So how'd a fine bit like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scurry about her room.
"Mom used to have batch of money,"she replied in her flyspeck vocalism 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 cock. I've heard her fucking my dad, she's a freak."Heather had no thought how to reply to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most value monomania into a bag, she became mindful that Henry Louis 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 process of the possible action sent a wave of tingles through here body, resting between her stage, where, to her plethora she grew increasingly wet. Her mind 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 suppose what he might look like under his clothes, and pulled open a dresser drawer. She was about to snaffle some underwear, when a strange belief came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Henry Louis Aaron had crept up behind her while her back was turned, and now stood only a few inches away. Once again her heart were dragged against her will up, to come across his gaze, and he towered over her.
"You scared ?"he asked quietly, using that Lapp mild and yet threatening smell, and she swallowed hard, nodding her head. Her pump was roaring in her ears, and she had no idea what to do, she'd never had a man this finis to her. Without breaking eye impinging, Aaron leaned forward, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his paw slide up her dame, to cup the burning mound between her legs.
His touch was electrifying, and her knees nearly buckled when he squeezed her there.
"Yeah, but you like it don't you ?"he breathed into her human face, and when he worked a fingerbreadth beneath her panties and slid it up into her, she let out a low groan, leaning against the dresser for reinforcement. He pressed his finger deeper, twisting it, emitting another breathless groan from her, and began to absorb 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. distinguish me."
Heather was overcome with a swirling excitement of emotions, a deep shame at how in force this felt, fear of this rough in man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to severalize him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted to deplumate him close. She wanted to press him away, but she was too timid for any of those things, instead she writhed against his fingers like a helpless worm on a hook, wave 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. William Tell me."
"I ... I ..."she panted,"You what ? Say it to me. Now"He jammed his fingers up, hard to punctuate this, and she cried out in disco biscuit, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a gratifying tingle 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 hip joint against him in a frenzy as her physical structure drew closer and closer to the blowup she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his mitt and stepping back to her Brobdingnagian disappointment. He regarded her coldly.
"Maybe you are too young."and with that he turned around and left. ling 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 legs eventually fading to a dull ache. Finally she pulled herself together, thankful that Aaron had given her the metre to do so. She packed the remainder of her bag, and stepped out of her way. He was lounging on the sofa observance t.v., and she stood there silently, facing the base, letting her tomentum cascade down to track her eyes.
"You ready ?"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 behind this time for fear of eye contact. When they arrived at her new abode, a Brobdingnagian sprawling theatre in a beautiful neighborhood, George I and Angie rushed out to recognize 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 IV's eyes widened in surprise and he turned to Heather for confirmation. She nodded, and he slapped his script on Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No problem,"he replied,"I think I got to bonk my new babe pretty well."As Angie and George beamed at each other he winked at Heather, who blushed yet again .