*Author 's note* This might be a little slow, it 's a assortment of fiction and truth, and is very much from the point of scene of a teenage girl. I hope you enjoy ...

Chapter One :
In her 15th 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 manage for herself in a violently bad neighbourhood. Every Nox broom would lock the doorway against the enchantress and screams, terrified someone would come to get her. This fear wasn't entirely unfounded, as several young daughter had been raped, beaten, even killed throughout the years, 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 snub, and she couldn't pace 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 dainty of places too. At twenty eight, she still looked twenty, with retentive shapely peg and, a trim shank and fully perky boob. Her tomentum was a silvery blond, her eyes inscrutable blue, and her backtalk as plump and ripe as a knockout. Every night she left workplace, dropping a kiss on the top of Heather's brain, looking more like a super model in a costume than a minimum wage waitress and exclusive mom.
broom loved her fiercely, but at sentence she envied her mother looks with such military unit it was almost hate. By the time Heather turned 14, about girls her age had a full-of-the-moon b-cup, while she struggled to fill an A. In trueness she had no cause to wear a bra, but was very self conscious of her nipple poking through her t-shirts, so she wore one at all times. While she did inherit her mother's Christ Within blond fuzz and full lips, her eyes were a darkness brown, and though she ached for the hanker slender terpsichorean's legs her mother possessed, Heather was a bare five feet improbable. She often felt like a small unremarkable toad standing in her mother's statuesque darkness.
Living in such a bad neighborhood, and plagued with social anxiousness so bad it was difficult for her to even meet a stranger's eyes, life was a miserable existence for Heather. That is, until she turned fifteen.
Her mother came home early one night, her drab centre alight with excitement, and confessed to her that she'd been dating a man for some sentence now. Heather was slightly shocked to discover that she'd been keeping a secret from her, but forgave it quickly as Angie's taradiddle unraveled.
"He is so handsome heather, your going to love him beloved, he's going to score everything ok for us He came into the buffet car tonight, told my boss I was quitting and proposed to me"Angie held out her left hand to demo off a gold band encasing a huge rhomb, and broom'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 ling"her mom practically shouted, tears of happiness springing to her beautiful eyes,"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 meet you, he says you can finally get a pup if you want, your getting your own way, nice apparel, going to a good school day, everything's going to be ok now"Angie was so wrapped up in her pipe dream come confessedly that she didn't notice the falter in 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 house, and a maiden to houseclean 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 beneficial boy deep down, I mean he's cypher compared to the tiddler 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 jump up in your new school after we're moved in. wellspring I better get to catch some Z's, 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 consume felt resentful of the sudden variety about to occur, if her life weren't already so execrable. Nothing could be defective than this right ? Right. She lay down that dark and tried to guess what this mysterious man and his son would be like as she drifted off to sleep.
The future first light Angie woke her up, eyes still sparkling like sapphires.
"Get up Heather we don't want to be recent"she cried as she dashed to their lilliputian bathroom to employ makeup,"Go put on your pretty apparel, the pulverisation blue one k ? Oh and maybe some of that coral lipstick I bought you. We want to front our best."
"All right."heather replied around a yawn, and began to drag a brush through her waist-length hairsbreadth. As she dressed, feeling incredibly anxious to meet the men who would soon get her category, her mother called the shoal to inform them she'd no longer be attending, and then the flat managing director to let them have sex she was moving out. Heather heard her scoff when the handler 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 early people take what they want, and bill me for the cleanup."The director asked her something, and Angie giggled like a schoolgirl, replying"Oh you have no idea"
Calluna vulgaris surveyed herself in the mirror, wondering what impression she would make on them. Her haircloth was shining, cascading down her berm, skin a pale alabaster. She'd applied the lipstick her mom suggested, which almost exactly matched the natural blush in her buttock. broom wasn't completely blind, she knew she was pretty enough in the face, but as soon as she surveyed the flat State Department of her pectus she felt her confidence deflate. Oh well, she thought, these men would be her brother and father, they wouldn't care about her lack of breasts anyway. At the lastly instant she added a jot of mascara to her lashes, just as her mom was calling her to hurry.
Angie looked wild in a black dress that was insouciant but showed just enough cleavage and leg to be sexy. Her hair and makeup were perfect as common, and she gave her reflection a satisfied glance before pulling Heather out the door.

They arrived at a fancy looking building, and were greeted by a doorman when they entered. Heather felt as out of place in this restaurant, with waiters in black tie, and a huge jet, than she had in the ghetto. She clutched her mother's paw tightly as a man led them to a table, but Angie jerked her hand unloosen to wind 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 heather mixture, she couldn't wait to meet you."George VI was incredibly liberal, as handsome as Angie was beautiful. His skin was a deep bronze colour, his oculus dark-green, his sass were fully and curved into a form smile. He took Heather's script into his own and kissed it gently.
"Your just as beautiful as your mother honey,"he said,"I'm so pleased to meet you Calluna vulgaris. I've always wanted a daughter."Heather shyly looked away, but couldn't help but grin in return.
"I'm pleased to converge you too."she replied in a flyspeck voice, and then took her keister at the table.
It wasn't until she sat down that she saw the early man at the table. He strongly resembled his founding father, with Brown hair falling into his greens eyes, and his deeply tanned skin, but that was where the similarities ended. While his father was impeccably dressed, he wore sloppy jeans and a married woman beater. A butt poked out from behind his left ear and he slouched in his seat glaring at Heather. She immediately avoided eye contact.
"Ah yes, broom this is my son Henry Louis Aaron. As you can see he's in a bit of a ill-affected stage."George I waved his helping hand as if to pass the air of Henry Louis Aaron's bad manners.
"Henry Louis Aaron this is Heather, your new half sister. Why don't you be polite for once and say hullo ?"As though her center were attractor, she was drawn back to his steely gaze. Hank Aaron stared into her centre, then to her back talk, then paused at her dresser before flicking back up to her face.
"Yeah, I'd fuck her."he said casually, and a deep blush spread instantly through ling's body, making her feel blushful all over. There was a mo of dumb shock before George IV's face twisted in ire and embarrassment.
"Calluna vulgaris, my pricy, 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 honey 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 bloom had somehow made it's way between her legs. She was silent, marveling that a boy as devilishly handsome as Hank Aaron had just informed her that he's fuck her. It made her interior tactile property as if they'd turned to liquid, and just like that Scots heather had a Brobdingnagian crush on her bad-boy soon to be step brother.
When they returned, George's cheek was once again a mask of felicity, Aaron looked a fiddling pissed, but kept his mouth shut. The server arrived, George I ordered omelet 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 find something-anything on the computer menu she could order. It seemed to go on forever before George smoothly broke in between her stutters,
"I think the madam would treasure an omelette as well please. And an orange juice."heather nodded gratefully and heaved a sigh of moderation 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 frilly, asking to see an I.D., but George III cut in once again,
"So gloomy, but that's not necessary. We won't be drinking this morning. You can just bring him the same. Thanks."Nodding politely, the waiter disappeared to retrieve their breakfast.
The food was delicious, and Heather was happy to receive something to concenter on as her mother and George ruled the conversation, discussing marriage plans mostly. Hank Aaron was also tacit, though occasionally she would run a risk a coup d'oeil his way, and he always seemed to be staring right at her. Each clock time she blushed deeply and looked away, unsure of how to respond to such a direct gaze.
When dejeuner was finally over, heather mixture rose, relieved to get home, when she tuned back into Angie's voice.
"We'll fall out your car. I can't postponement for broom to see our new home"
"Wait, what ?"Heather asked in a tiny articulation,"We're not going to our place first ?"
"Of form not honey,"Angie replied,"we don't need anything. George V 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 heather mixture don't worry. We didn't own anything of value-"
"None gumption,"St. George interjected,"if she has some things she'd like to pile up that's just fine..Aaron can take her."Angie's optic flitted to Hank Aaron, then back to George, looking unsure.
"Is he a dependable 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 gasp softly.
"Oh..Ok. But take my car It's not a nice neighborhood, you don't want to bring the corvette."Aaron rolled his middle,
"Yeah whatever. Let's go."He snatched the keys from Angie's hand and headed out the doorway, leaving a befuddled Heather to scuttle after him.
In the car, alone with the boy she'd just developed a crush on, Heather's heart pounded. Aaron was so intimidating, and it added a foreign shudder to the drive. 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 live jail-bait in the car."Heather had heard that Good Book before, but never as a consultation to her, and she blushed violently. She wanted to ask how old he was but couldn't work up the heart to talk. She guessed he was about XX or so.
"You got a fellow ?"
"No."she whispered
"Ever had one ?"
"No."
"Yeah I figured as much. Probably never even seen a rooster 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 room access, and he followed, handing her the Key to unlock it. As usual she looked carefully around before opening the threshold, making abbreviated eye contact with a man sitting a few feet away holding a jet bottle.
"What you lookin'at cunt ?"the man barked at her, and she quickly looked away, sliding the key into the door to scat. She was shocked to hear Aaron's interpreter respond ;
"She's looking wherever the fuck she wants."To her horror, the man stood and approached Aaron, glaring at him.
"You got a problem boy ?"he asked, spitting the word of honor ‘ boy'into his face, and Aaron smirked. ling's heart raced and she clutched the doorhandle, cook to dash in to safety. 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 soft tonicity that was much more minatory then any vociferation. The man stood there for a instant, spat and said,
"hoot. You ain't worth the trouble."as he turned around to leave. Aaron chuckled, and turned to Heather, who was still frozen
"We gon na suffer out here all day ?"
"Oh S-sorry."she stammered, and turned the boss. Heather opened the room access
She went straight to her room to gather her things, 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 delicately firearm like your mom end up here ?"he asked from the bed, watching her scamper about her room.
"Mom used to take tidy sum of money,"she replied in her midget voice as she rummaged through her belongings,"But she got fraught really youthful. Her dad kicked her out and her boyfriend left so it was just us."
"Yeah makes sensory faculty. Your mom loves the putz. I've heard her fucking my dad, she's a freak."Scots heather had no idea how to respond to that, so she didn't. As she crammed her most appreciate possession into a bag, she became aware that Hank Aaron was lounging on her bed, watching her. Not only was a boy in her elbow room, but he was on her bed
Just thinking of the possible action sent a wave of tingles through here consistence, 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 want her ? insipid chest and all ? She fumbled with her bag, trying not to imagine what he might attend like under his clothes, and pulled open a dresser drawer. She was about to snaffle some underclothes, when a unusual feeling came over her. She turned around, and gasped sharply to see that Aaron had crept up behind her while her back was turned, and now stood only a few in away. Once again her eyes 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 pure tone, and she swallowed hard, nodding her drumhead. Her heart was roaring in her ears, and she had no idea what to do, she'd never had a man this finale to her. Without breaking eye liaison, Aaron leaned forward, and for a second she panicked, thinking he was going to snog her. Instead she felt his hand slide up her bird, to cup the burning agglomerate between her legs.
His cutaneous senses was electrifying, and her knee nearly buckled when he squeezed her there.
"Yeah, but you like it don't you ?"he breathed into her cheek, and when he worked a finger's breadth beneath her panties and slid it up into her, she let out a low moan, leaning against the dressing table for backup. He pressed his finger deeper, twisting it, emitting another breathless groan 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 was overcome with a swirling turmoil of emotions, a deep pity at how near this felt, fear of this rough man who handled her so boldly, she wanted to tell him yes, yes she liked it. She wanted to beg him to turn back. She wanted to pull him close. She wanted to push him away, but she was too faint-hearted for any of those thing, instead she writhed against his fingers like a incapacitated worm on a bait, waves 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 accentuate this, and she cried out in ecstasy, on the verge of something she'd never felt before, a pleasurable tingling 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 hips against him in a frenzy as her torso drew airless and closer to the explosion she knew was coming. He paused,
"Shit."he said, withdrawing his hired 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 stifle, humiliated, trembling with need, hating herself for being a Noel Coward. She buried her face into her hands and cried, the pauperism between her legs eventually fading to a leaden aching. Finally she pulled herself together, grateful that Henry Louis Aaron had given her the sentence to do so. She packed the residual of her bag, and stepped out of her room. He was lounging on the couch observance t.v., and she stood there silently, facing the floor, letting her haircloth cascade down to cover her eyes.
"You ready ?"he asked casually, as if nothing had just happened. Avoiding his gaze, she nodded, and they left. They drove in silence, she chose to stay put in the back seat this metre for fear of eye contact. When they arrived at her new home, a vast sprawl planetary house in a beautiful neck of the woods, Saint 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."Hank Aaron replied casually, tossing her the Florida key,"We stopped on the way and got some ice cream."George's middle widened in surprise and he turned to Heather for check. She nodded, and he slapped his hand on Aaron's back approvingly.
"Thanks son."
"No problem,"he replied,"I think I got to know my new sister pretty well."As Angie and George beamed at each other he winked at heather mixture, who blushed yet again .