*Author 's note* This might be a little slow, it 's a motley of fiction and truth, and is very a great deal from the point of sentiment of a teenage girlfriend. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her fifteenth year life changed drastically for Scots heather. She had grown up with her mother, Angie, who worked every shift she could get as a waitress, leaving Calluna vulgaris to care for herself in a violently bad neck of the woods. Every Night Scots heather would lock the door against the Siren and screams, terrified someone would come to get her. This care wasn't entirely unfounded, as various vernal girls had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the yr, but no one ever came after her.
Angie wasn't so prosperous. Twice she had been attacked, but managed to get away with only youngster bruise and cuts, and she couldn't step outside their flat without lewd catcalls being shouted at her. Then again Angie was such a thunderbolt that it might own happened to her in the prissy of topographic point too. At twenty eight, she still looked twenty, with long shapely legs and, a trim waist and full perky boob. Her hairsbreadth was a silvery blonde, her heart deep blueing, and her sassing as plump and ripe as a peach. Every dark she left employment, dropping a kiss on the top of Scots heather's point, looking more like a super model in a costume than a minimum salary waitress and single mom.
heather loved her ferociously, but at fourth dimension she envied her mother looks with such effect it was almost hate. By the time heather turned fourteen, most girls her age had a full b-cup, while she struggled to satisfy an A. In truth she had no ground to put on a bra, but was very ego conscious of her nipples poking through her tee shirt, so she wore one at all multiplication. While she did inherit her mother's light blond hair and full sassing, her eyes were a dark brown, and though she ached for the tenacious slender dancer's legs her female parent possessed, heather was a mere five feet tall. She often felt like a small mundane toad frog 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 meet a stranger's eyes, aliveness was a wretched creation for Heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her female parent came home early one night, her blue eyes alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some time now. Heather was slightly shocked to come upon that she'd been keeping a enigma from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's story unraveled.
"He is so big Heather, your going to love him dearest, he's going to throw everything ok for us He came into the diner tonight, told my chief I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her left hand to exhibit off a Au striation encasing a huge diamond, and ling'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, tears of happiness springing to her beautiful eyes,"He's RICH I mean really really rich Like I was before dada 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 come across you, he says you can finally get a puppy if you want, your getting your own room, gracious dress, going to a good schooltime, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her dream follow true that she didn't notice the indisposition 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 maiden to clean everything, we are going to be so well-chosen beloved ... Oh and he has a son, Aaron ..."Her joy seemed to waver 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 zip compared to the youngster here. Anyway we're waking up early tomorrow to go meet 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 load of information suddenly dropped into her lap. She might have felt resentful of the sudden modification about to occur, if her life weren't already so miserable. Nothing could be regretful than this rightfulness ? Right. She lay down that night and tried to imagine what this mysterious man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The side by side dawn Angie woke her up, eyes still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up Calluna vulgaris we don't want to be recently"she cried as she dashed to their bantam bathroom to put on makeup,"Go put on your reasonably dress, the powder blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that coral lipstick I bought you. We want to look our best."
"All right."Heather replied around a yawn, and began to drag a light touch through her waist-length hair. As she dressed, feeling incredibly nervous 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 recognise she was moving out. heather heard her scoff when the director warned her of a penalisation fee for breaking their lease accord, 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 neb me for the cleanup."The director asked her something, and Angie giggled like a schoolgirl, replying"Oh you have no idea"
Heather surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what feeling she would make up on them. Her fuzz 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 bloom in her cheeks. Heather wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the nerve, but as soon as she surveyed the flat state of her pectus she felt her trust deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her brother and Church Father, they wouldn't care about her want of breasts anyway. At the last minute she added a touch of mascara to her whip, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked fantastic in a black clothes that was daily but showed just enough cleavage and leg to be sexy. Her tomentum and make-up were staring as common, and she gave her reflection a meet coup d'oeil before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a fondness looking building, and were greeted by a doorman when they entered. heather mixture felt as out of place in this restaurant, with waiters in tux, and a vast fountain, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her mother's helping hand tightly as a man led them to a tabular array, but Angie jerked her hand free to enfold her arm around her new fiancé.
"George I, I missed you."she purred in a sultry vocalism, kissing him deeply before introducing him to Heather.
"This is my daughter heather mixture, she couldn't wait to meet you."George II was incredibly bountiful, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His hide was a deep bronze colouring, his eye green, his back talk were replete and curved into a kind smile. He took Heather's mitt into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your mother dear,"he said,"I'm so pleased to contact you Heather. I've always wanted a daughter."Heather shyly looked away, but couldn't help but smile in return.
"I'm pleased to meet you too."she replied in a tiny voice, and then took her butt at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the other man at the table. He strongly resembled his father, with brown whisker falling into his K eyes, and his deeply tanned tegument, but that was where the similarities ended. While his sire 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 Calluna vulgaris. She immediately avoided eye contact.
"Ah yes, Heather this is my son Hank 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 Aaron's bad manners.
"Aaron this is Heather, your new half-sister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hello ?"As though her middle were attraction, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Aaron stared into her eyes, then to her lip, then paused at her chest before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd roll in the hay her."he said casually, and a bass blush paste instantly through broom's body, making her tactile property rosy all over. There was a moment of silent shock before George III's fount twisted in anger and embarrassment.
"ling, my high-priced, I'm so terribly sorry. Will you ladies please excuse me while I have a public lecture with my son ?"And with that he was pulling Henry Louis Aaron out of the restaurant.
"Oh love don't brain him, really. He's just going through a rough patch."Angie reassured her, patting her manus. Heather sat there, still incredibly stunned, and mortified that the febrile flush had somehow made it's way between her ramification. She was mute, marveling that a boy as devilishly handsome as Hank Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her inside tactile property as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that ling had a huge crush on her bad-boy soon to be measure brother.
When they returned, George III's cheek was once again a masquerade party of happiness, Aaron looked a piffling pissed, but kept his mouth shut. The server arrived, George 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 get something-anything on the menu she could guild. It seemed to go on forever before George smoothly broke in between her stutters,
"I think the lady would appreciate an omelet as well please. And an orange juice."heather nodded gratefully and heaved a suspiration of relief 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 riffle, asking to see an ID, but George IV cut in once again,
"So sorry, but that's not necessary. We won't be drinking this sunrise. You can just bring him the like. Thanks."Nodding politely, the server disappeared to call back their breakfast.
The food was delicious, and Heather was happy to have something to focalise on as her mother and George II ruled the conversation, discussing marriage ceremony plans mostly. Hank Aaron was also mute, though occasionally she would adventure 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 direct gaze.
When tiffin was finally over, Calluna vulgaris rose, relieved to get home, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll surveil your car. I can't wait for Scots heather to see our new home"
"Wait, what ?"Heather 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 stuff.."she floundered, thinking of the many keepsakes she kept in her way,
"Now Heather don't worry. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None gumption,"George interjected,"if she has some things she'd like to gather up that's just fine..Aaron can take her."Angie's optic flitted to Aaron, then back to George VI, looking unsure.
"Is he a prophylactic driver ?"she asked hesitantly,"I don't know ... Maybe I should just charter her."
"He's very safe."George I assured her, then leaned over to whisper something in Angie's ear that made her gasp softly.
"Oh..Ok. But involve my car It's not a squeamish neighbourhood, you don't want to bring the corvette."Aaron rolled his oculus,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's hand and headed out the threshold, leaving a befuddled Heather to scurry after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a crush on, Calluna vulgaris's heart and soul pounded. Aaron was so intimidating, and it added a unknown rush to the ride. Eventually Aaron broke the secrecy 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."ling had heard that password before, but never as a reference to her, and she blushed violently. She wanted to ask how old he was but couldn't work up the cheek to utter. 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 hammer 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 threshold, and he followed, handing her the samara to unlock it. As common she looked carefully around before opening the door, making brief eye link with a man sitting a few base away holding a putting green bottle.
"What you lookin'at squawk ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the threshold to escape. She was shocked to try Henry Louis Aaron's part respond ;
"She's looking wherever the fuck she wants."To her repugnance, the man stood and approached Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a trouble boy ?"he asked, spitting the Christian Bible ‘ boy'into his face, and Aaron smirked. Heather's heart raced and she clutched the doorknob, set to dash in to safety. Aaron leaned forward, causing the man to conduct a step back.
"How about you get the shag out of here before I beat your ass ?"he suggested in a mild musical note that was much more imperil then any yell. The man stood there for a moment, bickering and said,
"Shit. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to allow for. Aaron chuckled, and turned to Heather, who was still frozen
"We gon na stand out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the boss. Heather opened the door
She went straight to her way to tuck her things, and was thrilled-and terrified- when he followed her.
"What a son of a bitch hole."Henry Louis Aaron remarked, throwing himself down on her bed,"So how'd a all right firearm like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scamper about her room.
"Mom used to have lashings of money,"she replied in her flyspeck voice as she rummaged through her property,"But she got fraught 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."Calluna vulgaris had no thought how to reply to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most value willpower into a bag, she became aware that Hank 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 possibility sent a wave of prickling through here body, resting between her stage, where, to her overplus she grew increasingly wet. Her mind kept wandering back to what he'd said at breakfast. Could he really want her ? monotonic chest and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to suppose what he might look like under his dress, and pulled open a vanity drawer. She was about to grab some underclothes, when a unusual flavour came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Aaron had crept up behind her while her dorsum was turned, and now stood only a few in away. Once again her optic were dragged against her will up, to adjoin 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 centre was roaring in her ears, and she had no estimate what to do, she'd never had a man this close to her. Without breaking eye contact lens, Aaron leaned forward, and for a moment she panicked, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead she felt his manus slide up her skirt, 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 font, and when he worked a fingerbreadth beneath her step-in and slid it up into her, she let out a low groan, leaning against the dresser for accompaniment. He pressed his finger deeper, twisting it, emitting another breathless moan from her, and began to dump 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 mixture was overcome with a swirling turmoil of emotions, a mysterious shame at how good this felt, veneration of this rocky man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to evidence him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to kibosh. She wanted to pull him close. She wanted to push him away, but she was too faint-hearted for any of those things, instead she writhed against his digit like a helpless dirt ball on a hook, wave of pleasance 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. 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 ecstasy, on the wand of something she'd never felt before, a gratifying tingling building, building, so vivid that she thought she was going to explode.
"I ... I can't"she cried out, hating herself for not being capable to say it, working her hips against him in a frenzy as her body drew closer 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 knee, humiliated, trembling with penury, hating herself for being a coward. She buried her face into her hands and cried, the demand between her legs eventually fading to a tone down ache. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Aaron had given her the metre to do so. She packed the rest of her bag, and stepped out of her room. He was lounging on the cast watching t.v., and she stood there silently, facing the floor, letting her hairsbreadth cascade down to cover her eyes.
"You gear up ?"he asked casually, as if nothing had just happened. Avoiding his gaze, she nodded, and they left. They drove in secrecy, she chose to stay in the backward posterior this time for fear of eye physical contact. When they arrived at her new home, a huge sprawling house in a beautiful region, George II 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 headstone,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George's eyes widened in surprisal and he turned to Heather for confirmation. She nodded, and he slapped his hand on Hank Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No problem,"he replied,"I think I got to cognize my new Sister pretty well."As Angie and George beamed at each other he winked at Calluna vulgaris, who blushed yet again .