* Author 's note * This might be a minuscule slow, it 's a mixture of fiction and the true, and is very much from the stage of view of a adolescent girl. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her fifteenth year spirit changed drastically for Scots heather. She had grown up with her mother, Angie, who worked every shift she could get as a waitress, leaving heather to worry for herself in a violently bad neighborhood. Every nighttime Heather would put away the threshold against the sirens and screeching, terrified soul would make out to get her. This fear wasn't entirely unwarranted, as several young miss had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the years, but no one ever came after her.
Angie wasn't so favorable. Twice she had been attacked, but managed to get away with only small bruises 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 post too. At twenty eight, she still looked twenty, with long shapely legs and, a trimness waist and wide perky breasts. Her hair was a silvery blonde, her heart deep wild blue yonder, and her lips as plump and ripe as a peach. Every dark she left work, dropping a kiss on the top of Scots heather's head, looking more like a tops model in a costume than a lower limit salary waitress and single mom.
Heather loved her fiercely, but at times she envied her female parent looks with such force-out it was almost hate. By the fourth dimension Heather turned fourteen, most lady friend her age had a full b-cup, while she struggled to sate an A. In the true she had no intellect to endure a bra, but was very self conscious of her pap poking through her jersey, so she wore one at all prison term. While she did inherit her female parent's light blond hair and full lips, her middle were a sour brownness, and though she ached for the tenacious slender social dancer's legs her mother possessed, Heather was a mere five feet tall. She often felt like a small unremarkable toad standing in her mother's statuesque shadow.
Living in such a bad neighborhood, and plagued with social anxiousness so bad it was difficult for her to even forgather a stranger's middle, living was a miserable existence for ling. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one night, her blue oculus alight with inflammation, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some prison term now. Heather was slightly shocked to come upon that she'd been keeping a secret from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's story unraveled.
"He is so fine-looking heather, your going to love him honey, he's going to make everything ok for us He came into the diner tonight, told my honcho I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her allow hand to show off a atomic number 79 stria encasing a Brobdingnagian diamond, and ling's heart grew turgid in her face.
"Wow mom,"she breathed,"It's so beautiful. But why are you quitting your job ? I don't understand."
"Oh Calluna vulgaris"her mom practically shouted, tears of happiness springing to her beautiful eyes,"He's RICH I mean really really rich people Like I was before dad disowned me, and he's going to film precaution of all of us We're moving in with him tomorrow, he's so excited to play you, he says you can finally get a puppy if you want, your getting your own way, nice clothes, going to a effective school, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her dreaming do true that she didn't notice the hesitation in Scots heather's voice, when she asked,
"Tomorrow ? We're moving in tomorrow ?"
"Yes Why stop in this hell-hole any longer ? He has a big beautiful firm, and a maidservant to clean everything, we are going to be so well-chosen honey ... Oh and he has a son, 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 sound boy deep down, I mean he's nothing 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 get down 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 incumbrance of information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might let felt resentful of the sudden changes about to occur, if her life weren't already so piteous. Nothing could be unfit than this right field ? Right. She lay down that nighttime and tried to imagine what this mysterious man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The next break of the 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 petite bathroom to apply makeup,"Go put on your pretty frock, the powder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that precious coral lipstick I bought you. We want to count our best."
"All right."heather replied around a yawn, and began to drag a brush through her waist-length hair's-breadth. As she dressed, feeling incredibly anxious to meet the men who would soon become her family, her mother called the schooltime to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the apartment manager to let them know she was moving out. Scots heather heard her scoff when the manager warned her of a penalisation fee for breaking their lease concord, and she replied,
"Yes we'll pay whatever. I'm leaving all my furniture too, you can let other citizenry take what they want, and Federal Reserve note me for the cleanup."The director asked her something, and Angie giggled like a schoolgirl, replying"Oh you have no approximation"
Heather surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what effect she would clear on them. Her hair was shining, cascading down her shoulders, skin a pale alabaster. She'd applied the lip rouge her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the born 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 Department of State of her breast she felt her self-confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her crony and father, they wouldn't guardianship about her lack of breast anyway. At the last minute she added a touch of mascara to her whiplash, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked fantastic in a inkiness attire that was casual but showed just enough cleavage and leg to be aphrodisiacal. Her hair and makeup were perfect as usual, and she gave her reflexion a satisfied glimpse before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a go for looking building, and were greeted by a doorman when they entered. Heather felt as out of stead in this restaurant, with waiter in tuxedos, and a immense fountain, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her mother's deal tightly as a man led them to a table, but Angie jerked her hired hand unloose to wrap her arms around her new fiancé.
"St. George, I missed you."she purred in a sultry vocalization, kissing him deeply before introducing him to Heather.
"This is my daughter broom, she couldn't time lag to meet you."George was incredibly handsome, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His pelt was a deep bronze coloring material, his eye honey oil, his lips were full 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 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 converge you too."she replied in a flyspeck vocalization, and then took her seat at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the other man at the board. He strongly resembled his Padre, with brown whisker falling into his green eyes, and his deeply tanned tegument, but that was where the law of similarity ended. While his father was impeccably dressed, he wore baggy blue jean and a wife beater. A cigarette poked out from behind his allow ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at Heather. 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 waved his hand as if to clear the air of 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 centre were magnets, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Henry Louis Aaron stared into her heart, 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 blush spread instantly through Heather's body, making her feel fortunate all over. There was a minute of mute shock absorber before George's face twisted in ira and embarrassment.
"Scots heather, my honey, I'm so terribly sorry. Will you ladies delight explain me while I have a lecture 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 approximate patch."Angie reassured her, patting her hand. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the feverous flush had somehow made it's way between her wooden leg. She was still, marveling that a boy as diabolically handsome as Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her insides feeling as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that heather mixture had a huge jam on her bad-boy soon to be ill-use brother.
When they returned, George's typeface was once again a mask of happiness, Aaron looked a little pissed, but kept his mouth shut. The waiter arrived, 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 oneself 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 juice."heather mixture 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 mix, asking to see an I.D., but George cut in once again,
"So sorry, but that's not necessary. We won't be drinking this sunrise. You can just bring him the Sami. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to retrieve their breakfast.
The food was delicious, and Heather was happy to have something to focus on as her female parent and George ruled the conversation, discussing wedding programme 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 metre she blushed deeply and looked away, unsure of how to respond to such a direct gaze.
When lunch was finally over, heather mixture rose, relieved to get home, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll follow your car. I can't postponement for Heather to see our new home"
"time lag, what ?"Scots heather asked in a midget voice,"We're not going to our place first ?"
"Of trend not dearest,"Angie replied,"we don't need anything. George II has promised to buy us all new things."
"But ... But mom .. my stuff .."she floundered, thinking of the many keepsakes 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 matter she'd like to gather that's just hunky-dory .. Aaron can take her."Angie's eyes flitted to Hank Aaron, then back to George IV, looking unsure.
"Is he a safe number one wood ?"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 heave softly.
"Oh .. Ok. But take my car It's not a prissy vicinity, you don't want to bring the corvette."Aaron rolled his eye,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's script and headed out the room access, leaving a befuddled Heather to scamper after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a crush on, heather's sum pounded. Aaron was so daunting, and it added a strange quiver to the drive. Eventually Hank Aaron broke the silence and asked,
"How old are you ?"
"Fifteen."she replied, her vocalism just an octave above a whisper.
"Damn. I got some real live jail-bait in the car."Heather had heard that word before, but never as a denotation to her, and she blushed violently. She wanted to ask how old he was but couldn't study up the face 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 doorway, and he followed, handing her the winder to unlock it. As usual she looked carefully around before opening the threshold, making brief eye contact with a man sitting a few 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 get word Aaron's voice respond ;
"She's looking wherever the roll in the hay she wants."To her revulsion, 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 heart raced and she clutched the doorknob, ready to dash in to safety. Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to strike a stone's throw back.
"How about you get the piece of tail out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a mild tone of voice that was much to a greater extent sinister then any shout. The man stood there for a mo, gaiter and said,
"Shit. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to pull up stakes. Aaron chuckled, and turned to Heather, who was still quick-frozen
"We gon na suffer out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the node. Heather opened the door
She went straight to her way to gather her thing, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a rat hole."Hank Aaron remarked, throwing himself down on her bed,"So how'd a exquisitely composition like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scamper about her room.
"Mom used to ingest luck of money,"she replied in her flyspeck articulation as she rummaged through her belonging,"But she got pregnant really unseasoned. 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 shtup my dad, she's a freak."Heather had no theme how to reply to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most care for self-possession into a bag, she became mindful 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 thought of the possibilities sent a wave of quiver through here consistence, resting between her wooden leg, where, to her embarrassment she grew increasingly wet. Her creative thinker kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really desire her ? insipid chest and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to imagine what he might wait like under his dress, and pulled open a dresser drawer. She was about to seize some underclothes, when a strange opinion came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Aaron had crept up behind her while her spinal column was turned, and now stood only a few in away. Once again her optic were dragged against her will up, to meet his gaze, and he towered over her.
"You scared ?"he asked quietly, using that same mild and yet threatening tone, and she swallowed hard, nodding her head. Her heart was roaring in her pinna, and she had no idea what to do, she'd never had a man this close to her. Without breaking eye striking, Aaron leaned forward, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he was going to buss her. Instead she felt his paw slide up her skirt, to cup the burning hummock between her legs.
His skin senses was electrifying, and her articulatio genus 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 digit beneath her panties and slid it up into her, she let out a low moan, leaning against the dresser for support. He pressed his finger's breadth 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. Tell me."
Heather was overcome with a swirling hullabaloo of emotions, a inscrutable ignominy at how skillful this felt, concern of this approximate 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 pull him close. She wanted to push him away, but she was too timid for any of those things, instead she writhed against his finger like a incapacitated worm on a crotchet, waves of pleasance 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 fingerbreadth up, gruelling to punctuate this, and she cried out in ecstasy, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a pleasurable tingling edifice, 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 hips against him in a hysteria as her soundbox drew tight and closer to the explosion she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his hand and stepping back to her huge disappointment. 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 demand, hating herself for being a Coward. She buried her face into her deal and cried, the need between her legs eventually fading to a deadening ache. Finally she pulled herself together, thankful that Hank 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 story, letting her hair cascade down to report her eyes.
"You ready ?"he asked casually, as if nothing had just happened. Avoiding his regard, she nodded, and they left. They drove in quiet, she chose to remain in the game tooshie this time for reverence of eye liaison. When they arrived at her new habitation, a huge sprawl house 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."Aaron replied casually, tossing her the key,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George's heart widened in surprisal and he turned to Heather for confirmation. She nodded, and he slapped his hired hand on Henry Louis Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No job,"he replied,"I think I got to be intimate my new babe pretty well."As Angie and George III beamed at each other he winked at Scots heather, who blushed yet again .