Step Sis With Braces Novels & Stories

Tally asked, leaning forward. “And sexy as hell. He was a cute guy back in school, but he had braces and his hair was kind of long. He was shy so he was always hunched over a little. God!” she hissed. “I must have been really stupid to him. Not knowing he was the one guy I trusted back then.” “Oh, Nita. I’m sure he had a reason not to tell you.”

So, there was only one explanation—something about her condition was very wrong. "Do you want to go?" Adrian's low, steady voice rang out beside me. I turned and met his open, straightforward gaze. I said slowly, "I want to check on things." After that, we drove straight to the hospital. The sharp smell of disinfectant scraped at my throat, making it hard to breathe. Outside the delivery room, Mom and Dad were slumped in their chairs, waiting. In just a few short months, their hair had gone almost completely gray. Between the company's problems and everything with Vivian, they were clearly worn down to the bone.

It is an angle Bo had yet to admire of the man. Oscar was straddling his waist to remove the brace, his hair in a dark halo accentuated by the light from the lamp. The smaller man’s lips were pursed in concentration, and for just a moment the only sounds in the room are the velcro detaching and the light breathing from both Oscar and Bo.

Clearly, our girl is getting excited already. Brick is standing beside the bed and calls “ Little girl. Come here and get on the bed.” Speed walks over and sits down like she is told. He helps Speed slide up against the headboard. After making sure she is comfortable Brick handcuffs her with cuffs hooked to one-foot chains so she can move a little but not much. I watch him rub his hands down Speed’s body. He grabs one ankle and secures it with a leather cuff before moving on to the other. I stand and watch the man work. Speed is not laid out naked spread eagle for us to pleasure. Just looking at her like this has me fighting the urge to press my legs together. I’m wet just looking at her. I

My friends shove themselves and I into the hospital canteen. I see three teenagers in the literally devoid of content hospital canteen. The bulkier boy is bickering back and forth, laughing with the girl. While the other boy scowls deepens as he calls them dummies and idiots. He is tallest of them, and has a bandage wrapped around his neck, arm, and his leg. He is broad shouldered and looks perpetually grumpy, dark and bored. Cropped short dirty blonde hair that he styled in a military way. He's limping despite he has a stick to hold on to for support.

Jack immediately bites down on his bottom lip as he watched me answer his question; causing his nostrils to flare out on the process. "You came here and begged... BEGGED me for some dick." He started as he takes a small step towards me.

Sisi's breath hitched as his fingers worked the last hook of her bra free. The cool air of the suite brushed over her bare skin, making her nipples tighten instantly. She tried again to twist away, but he held her wrists firmly above her head with one large hand, pressing her body deeper into the mattress. His dark and hungry eyes roamed over her chest without shame.

I returned the gesture happily, glad she was on my side for once. "Thanks sis." I thanked her before letting go of her plump frame. "You know I'm on your side in all this even, " she informed, "but I still hate your guts." Her fist made contact with my shoulder. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth and I gave in, leaving my braces on full display. "It's just, I'm tired of all the comments and rude remarks." I confessed before sighing. "I know." She comforted with a nod of her head. "Whatever you decide, I'll be here for you."

Travis was perched on the couch again, in his usual position, but he had the remote on cushion beside him. In an attempt to hide what he was watching, he used the bottom of one wrist brace to awkwardly change channels over to some children’s cartoon show. “H-hey!” Travis stuttered nervously. “What’s- shit…went right past it again. Damn it, I can’t wait to get these braces off.” “You can’t wait to get off, I bet,” I thought dirtily. The crotch of his sweatpants bulged out from the erection he had hidden just underneath them and I had to force myself not to stare at it.

The word step-sis made me cringe, but I couldn’t let him get under my skin, not now. I forced myself to say, “Hey, step-brother.” My voice was low but steady. He extended his hand toward me, and for a moment, I just stared at it, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Seriously? The same guy who hated my very presence now wanted a handshake? He noticed my hesitation and smirked. “Don’t you know how to handshake, sis?”