Step Sis With Braces Novels & Stories

"I ran into him on Friday when I was going to meet up with Chloe, and he was really nice. He kept trying to talk you up. You guys seem close. Did you know him before coming here?" The way his body uncoiled as he relaxed was amusing to see, and he turned back to smile at me once more. His teeth were bright white and almost completely straight. If you looked closely, you could see where a few had fallen crooked. It looked as if he had braces when he was younger but didn't wear his retainer which caused them to slowly move back. My palms grew clammy with sweat as I stared at the perfectly imperfect man next to me. He has no right to be jealous anyway. I reminded myself.

Then, her brows twisted into a tight knot. "That's it? 4,000 dollars is barely enough to buy Mia's supplements! I bet you've just been slacking off at the factory!" My younger sister, Mia Lawson, stepped out wearing a brand-new white flowy dress, emerging from my room—no, her room now. She carried a plate of apple slices cut into little bunny shapes. Without sparing me a glance, she went straight to Mom and Dad, her voice soft and spoiled. "Mom, Dad, the finals will be held in Washburn. Flights and hotels aren't cheap."

“Sit down, darlin’. We’re fucking with you. If you’re gonna work with us, you gotta get used to it. We might be in our twenties, but we’ve got the mind of sexually frustrated teenagers.” “Yeah,” Titus agreed. “Besides, if we take it too far, just tell us to fuck off.” “Um,” she said softly. “I’m not sure.” “Hey.” I grabbed her wrist and tugged her down next to me, then rested my hand on her back. “We’re sorry—we really were just messin’ with you.” “I know,” she replied, just as quietly. “You fit with us so well it’s easy to forget you just got here and don’t really understand us yet,” Bray added. “Seriously, we get carried away pretty fuckin’ easily, so just tell us when it’s too much.”

, she offered to carry my luggage. I heard footsteps approach us. Looking up to see who it was, I saw it was Ralph. 3 years must have been more than enough time to become sexier. I remember him making fun of my teeth every chance he got. But I got braces later, and fast forward to now, and I have the perfect set of teeth. He looks to be 6” 2 tall now.

The squad would never accept a four-eye to cheer with them. After pleading desperately with my mom to let me wear eye contact in the eighth grade, she finally decided to let me. I was overjoyed for a short period until I discovered from an appointment with my dentist that I would wear braces for two years. The news hit me like a bolt of lightning. I would never have a chance with the Hot Shot cheerleading squad. Eye contact could hide glasses. What could hide braces? Nothing.