Braces Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

“All of it. The three of us. Whenever we can.” Sarah pulled us both closer, our bodies pressing together in a warm, sticky embrace. I felt safe. Desired. Loved in the most forbidden way possible. My stepmom’s full breasts against my chest, my stepbrother’s strong body curled around me—it felt like home in a brand new, dangerous way.

Michael grunts as he digs his fingers into the flesh of my hips, I know when we are done, his bruise will be there on me. My cunt clenches around his cock as I think of my parents trying to figure out how their daughter got bruised on the hips. They will never know it's their sweet nephew that put it there while he was drilling into their precious daughter. I gasp and push my hips back to meet his cock, the dirty sound of fucking fills the room as we both move desperately against each other, he moves his hands to hold my tits as fucks me harder, holding onto them like anchors as his front meets my ass.

After James left, I placed the bracelet into the jewelry box. Each box could hold 20. This was the fifth one I had filled. It started three years ago. The first time rumors came out about James flirting with a young girl at work. He rushed home right away to explain, saying it was just part of the job. To prove it, he bought me a bracelet that cost about 20 thousand dollars. I actually smiled when I got it. It felt like an apology back then, like he cared about my feelings and knew what I liked.

Completely fictitious, just like the reminder sentences at the beginning of a novel he often read, "This story is purely fictional, any resemblance of names, places, and events is purely coincidental." The drowsiness that had been plaguing Emily vanished in an instant, swallowed by her frustration with the unempathetic man who now seemed comfortable in his corner. Unfortunately, Emily felt like she was just a decoration in her own bridal room. She jotted down a series of short sentences as an expression of her feelings on her I*******m story: 'A Mannequin Bride.'

Zac smiled Days went by and Caroline started to make breakfasts almost every day. She made a very loving imagine in front of my father but whenever he would go to his work, Caroline misbehaved with us. I often got into arguments with her as I couldn’t tolerate her behavior. She hated us all. But most importantly, Zac. She knew our father loved Zac more than anyone and He fought with her because of Zac on the first day of their wedding. One day Caroline locked up Zac in the store room for half of the day just because he asked her to help him out with his homework. She opened him up before everyone was about to get home and scared Zac that if he told this to anyone then she would lock him agai

The conversations though typically came back to boys as all things tend to do. At this point all three girls were lounging on the bed beside each other, laying down on their bellies as they looked over the edge of the bed towards the floor below. Angie and Cosie's hair braided, done up in ponytails while Michelle lay on her belly with her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, looking towards the other two girls. "I don't know. I mean I've dated Brad for some time..." Angie started first, lamenting the problems of her boyfriend and the intimacy issues she's been having. "...but I just don't like him like that, you know?"

Though his form of payment were long and boring war stories of his past. Old man Cabbage’s house was so old everyone in the town was afraid it would one day collapse and bury the old man under, to which his response was, ‘what are you brats talking about? Old Lilly here has withstood even nuclear bombs. There’s no way for it to fall apart now.’ Everyone knew he was just delusional. There had never been a war let alone a nuclear bomb anywhere near Old Crows Town unless the house was a migrating one that followed the old man to war. Plus, the house was a fragile one made of wood. There was no way it would survive gunshots, let alone a nuclear bomb. “That old man is just so pitiful. He’s all al

I have no idea where you got that idea from. "You just look like you're really good at taking care of others." I chuckled. "I still don't know where you got that from, but thanks." When we got back, we were immediately met with shouting. "Just come here and let me fix your hair!" Scarlet exclaimed while holding a tin of hair wax. "No!" Crimson replied as he held a chair in front of him. "Don't take a step closer! I don't want that stuff coming anywhere near me!" "You're being unreasonable!"

Her eyes widening,how exciting" "Ehhh"I wasn't sure exciting was the word,Nerve cracking was the right word to use. "Hey,it will be a free dinner at the very least.Right?" Huh.It would be a free dinner.Not too bad.I grinned.Hello four course meal. After we closed the shop,I said goodbye to Chloe and hopped into my beat up Buick.My apartment was only a few minutes away and I make it there at record time. Homestead is a weird place,one second you were clean cut,beautiful view and the next you were basically on skid row.I use to live in a better part of Homestead near a college until

~Liliana~ These days after the gala don’t really settle into anything smooth. They just keep going, one after another, in a way that still catches me off guard. Every morning Rebecca wakes me up the same way, her little hands grabbing my arm and shaking until I open my eyes. She always has some urgent job for us, like lining up her stuffed animals for a big fight or sneaking a few extra strawberries from the kitchen before anyone notices. I catch how she presses closer when we sit with picture books or when she’s trying to write her letters. I don’t rush her. I just let it happen.