* Author 's note * This might be a footling slow, it 's a mixture of fabrication and truth, and is very lots from the detail of view of a teenage little girl. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her fifteenth yr life changed drastically for heather mixture. She had grown up with her mother, Angie, who worked every shift she could get as a waitress, leaving heather mixture to care for herself in a violently bad neighborhood. Every night Heather would lock the door against the femme fatale and screams, terrified someone would make out to get her. This fear wasn't entirely unfounded, as respective young girlfriend had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the days, 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 footstep outside their apartment without lewd catcalls being shouted at her. Then again Angie was such a bombshell that it might take happened to her in the nicest of shoes too. At twenty eight, she still looked twenty, with yearn shapely legs and, a passementerie shank and good perky breasts. Her hair was a silvery blonde, her eyes recondite blue, and her lips as plump and ripe as a mantrap. Every Night she left workplace, dropping a buss on the top of heather's head, looking more like a A-one modeling in a costume than a minimum pay waitress and single mom.
heather mixture loved her ferociously, but at clock time she envied her mothers looks with such force it was almost hate. By the time broom turned fourteen, most young woman her age had a wide-cut b-cup, while she struggled to take an A. In truth she had no ground to wear a bra, but was very self conscious of her nipples poking through her T-shirt, so she wore one at all prison term. While she did inherit her female parent's light blond hair and full rim, her eyes were a dark brown, and though she ached for the long slender social dancer's legs her mother possessed, Scots heather was a mere five infantry tall. She often felt like a small unremarkable batrachian standing in her mother's statuesque shadow.
Living in such a bad neighbourhood, and plagued with social anxiety so bad it was unmanageable for her to even meet a stranger's heart, life was a woeful existence for Heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one Nox, her dismal eyes alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some meter now. heather mixture was slightly shocked to discover that she'd been keeping a secret from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's story unraveled.
"He is so freehanded heather, your going to roll in the hay him dearest, he's going to induce everything ok for us He came into the diner tonight, told my boss I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her go out script to show off a atomic number 79 set encasing a Brobdingnagian 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 Scots heather"her mom practically shouted, tear of happiness springing to her beautiful eyes,"He's RICH I mean really really rich Like I was before pa disowned me, and he's going to contract care of all of us We're moving in with him tomorrow, he's so excited to come across you, he says you can finally get a puppy if you want, your getting your own room, skillful clothes, going to a proficient schooling, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her dream amount true that she didn't notice the hesitation in Heather's vocalization, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why stop in this hell-hole any longer ? He has a big beautiful sign, and a maid to cleanse everything, we are going to be so happy dear ... Oh and he has a son, Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to waver here as she tried to trace him,"He's a bit put out I guess. But I'm sure he's a good boy deep down, I mean he's zip compared to the minor here. Anyway we're waking up early tomorrow to go gather them."
"But I have school-"
"No way, your not spending one more day there. You can start up in your new schooltime 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 information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might get felt resentful of the sudden variety about to occur, if her life weren't already so woeful. Nothing could be high-risk than this right ? Right. She lay down that dark and tried to imagine what this mysterious man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The succeeding dayspring Angie woke her up, eyes still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up Heather we don't want to be tardily"she cried as she dashed to their tiny bathroom to employ makeup,"Go put on your pretty garb, the powder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that precious coral lipstick I bought you. We want to bet our best."
"All right."Heather replied around a yawn, and began to drag a brush through her waist-length fuzz. As she dressed, feeling incredibly nervous to meet the men who would soon go her folk, 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 heard her scoffing 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 piece of furniture too, you can let other people take what they want, and measure me for the cleanup."The manager asked her something, and Angie giggled like a schoolgirl, replying"Oh you have no theme"
broom surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what belief she would cook on them. Her hair was shining, cascading down her shoulder, skin a pale alabaster. She'd applied the lip rouge her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the cancel rosiness in her cheeks. Calluna vulgaris wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the face, but as soon as she surveyed the straight body politic of her chest of drawers she felt her self-confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her brother and Fatherhood, they wouldn't concern about her lack of bosom anyway. At the shoemaker's last minute she added a pinch of mascara to her lash, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked howling in a black dress that was casual but showed just enough cleavage and leg to be aphrodisiacal. Her hairsbreadth and makeup were arrant as usual, and she gave her expression a meet glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a envision looking construction, and were greeted by a door guard when they entered. Heather felt as out of place in this eatery, with waiters in tuxedos, and a huge fountain, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her mother's helping hand tightly as a man led them to a mesa, but Angie jerked her hand free to wrap up 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 daughter Calluna vulgaris, she couldn't time lag to assemble you."George was incredibly handsome, as openhanded as Angie was beautiful. His skin was a deep bronze color, his eyes common, his lips were full and curved into a kind smile. He took ling's script into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your female parent dear,"he said,"I'm so pleased to match you Heather. I've always wanted a daughter."Heather shyly looked away, but couldn't help but smile in return.
"I'm pleased to match you too."she replied in a tiny vocalisation, 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 sire, with dark-brown pilus falling into his green optic, and his deeply tanned skin, but that was where the similarities ended. While his father was impeccably dressed, he wore loose-fitting jeans and a wife beater. A butt poked out from behind his left hand ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at Calluna vulgaris. She immediately avoided eye contact.
"Ah yes, Heather this is my son Aaron. As you can see he's in a bit of a malcontent stage."George waved his hand as if to clear the air of Henry Louis Aaron's bad manners.
"Hank Aaron this is Heather, your new stepsister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hello ?"As though her middle were attracter, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Aaron stared into her eyes, 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 rich blush spread instantly through Scots heather's body, making her feel rose-colored all over. There was a second of silent jounce before George's face twisted in choler and embarrassment.
"Heather, my devout, I'm so terribly sorry. Will you ladies please exempt me while I have a talking with my son ?"And with that he was pulling Aaron out of the restaurant.
"Oh honey don't mind him, really. He's just going through a gravelly patch."Angie reassured her, patting her paw. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the feverish blush had somehow made it's way between her leg. She was still, marveling that a boy as diabolically handsome as Hank 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 ling had a huge infatuation on her bad-boy soon to be step brother.
When they returned, George VI's human face was once again a mask of happiness, Hank Aaron looked a little pissed, but kept his mouth shut. The server arrived, St. George ordered omelette 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 stutter,
"I think the lady would appreciate an omelette as well please. And an Orange River juice."Calluna vulgaris nodded gratefully and heaved a sigh of relief as pressure sensation 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 ruffle, asking to see an I.D., but George cut in once again,
"So dark, but that's not requisite. We won't be drinking this break of the day. You can just bring him the Same. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to find their breakfast.
The food was luscious, and Heather was happy to have something to concentre on as her mother and George IV ruled the conversation, discussing marriage ceremony program 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 react to such a direct gaze.
When lunch was finally over, ling rose, relieved to get base, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll follow your car. I can't wait for heather mixture to see our new nursing home"
"waiting, what ?"Heather asked in a tiny representative,"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 stuff and nonsense .."she floundered, thinking of the many relic she kept in her room,
"Now broom don't headache. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None sense,"St. George interjected,"if she has some things she'd like to pile up that's just fine .. Aaron can carry her."Angie's eyes 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 take her."
"He's very safe."Saint 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 decent neighborhood, you don't want to bring the corvette."Hank Aaron rolled his center,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's hand and headed out the door, leaving a befuddled broom to scurry after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a crush on, Heather's fondness pounded. Aaron was so intimidating, and it added a strange shudder to the ride. Eventually Aaron broke the silence and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her vox just an octave above a whisper.
"Damn. I got some real subsist jail-bait in the car."Heather had heard that Word before, but never as a reference work 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 prick huh ?"he asked as they pulled into her apartment. 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 key fruit to unlock it. As common she looked carefully around before opening the door, making brief eye striking with a man sitting a few feet 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 escape. She was shocked to get word 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 problem boy ?"he asked, spitting the word ‘ boy'into his side, and Henry Louis Aaron smirked. heather's philia raced and she clutched the doorknob, ready to dash in to rubber. Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to choose a whole step back.
"How about you get the shtup out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a mild shade that was much more baleful then any yell. The man stood there for a moment, bicker and said,
"Shit. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to exit. Hank Aaron chuckled, and turned to heather mixture, who was still block
"We gon na stand 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 matter, 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 fine slice like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scamper about her room.
"Mom used to have rafts of money,"she replied in her bantam vox as she rummaged through her belongings,"But she got significant really Young. Her dad kicked her out and her boyfriend left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes sense. Your mom loves the pecker. I've heard her nooky my dad, she's a freak."ling had no melodic theme 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 room, but he was on her bed
Just thinking of the possibleness sent a wave of tingles through here dead body, resting between her legs, where, to her plethora she grew increasingly wet. Her mind kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really desire her ? Flat chest and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to imagine what he might look like under his wearing apparel, and pulled open a chest of drawers drawer. She was about to grab some underwear, when a strange 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 inches away. Once again her eyes were dragged against her will up, to match his gaze, and he towered over her.
"You scared ?"he asked quietly, using that Sami mild and yet threatening tone, and she swallowed hard, nodding her head. Her inwardness was roaring in her spike, and she had no melodic theme what to do, she'd never had a man this ending to her. Without breaking eye contact, Aaron leaned forward, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his hand chute up her annulus, to cup the burning pitcher's 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 boldness, 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 sustenance. He pressed his digit deeper, twisting it, emitting another breathless moan from her, and began to dip 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 excitement of emotions, a rich shame at how good this felt, concern of this roughly man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to evidence him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted to pull him close. She wanted to push him away, but she was too timid for any of those affair, instead she writhed against his fingerbreadth like a incapacitated worm on a hook, waves of pleasure rolling through her.
"Say it Heather."he urged, forcing a bit 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, hard to punctuate this, and she cried out in cristal, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a pleasurable prickling building, edifice, 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 hips against him in a hysteria as her body drew tight and closer to the explosion she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his hand and stepping back to her immense disappointment. He regarded her coldly.
"Maybe you are too young."and with that he turned around and left. Calluna vulgaris sank to her knees, humiliated, trembling with need, hating herself for being a Coward. She buried her cheek into her hands and cried, the need between her peg eventually fading to a blunt ache. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Aaron had given her the prison term 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 haircloth cascade down to cover her eyes.
"You make ?"he asked casually, as if cypher had just happened. Avoiding his regard, she nodded, and they left. They drove in quiet, she chose to stay in the back seat this time for reverence of eye contact. When they arrived at her new home, a vast sprawling menage in a beautiful neighborhood, 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 cay,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George's middle widened in surprise and he turned to heather mixture for substantiation. She nodded, and he slapped his handwriting on Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No problem,"he replied,"I think I got to be intimate my new baby pretty well."As Angie and George I beamed at each former he winked at broom, who blushed yet again .