Little Brother Wedgie Novels & Stories

Hakeem and I are out on lunch, since he decided to let me have my wedding first before his he asked me to plan some for Alexa and him on her birthday this coming Friday, how sweet of my baby brother though...since it's Wednesday we still got time to do so but Hakeem and his unpatient ass are getting on my nerves by the minute and he know I don't like that since I have headaches from hearing Benedict talking about his damn kids every minute,dont get me wrong I have nothing against the kids it's the parents...s

“Let’s see how long we could hate each other living under the same roof.” I held his gaze until I understood what he meant. My hands balled into fists at my sides. I had almost forgotten — he wasn’t just my problem at school anymore, not just the guy I hated the most, not just the jerk who had sabotaged my painting. He was about to become my family. I had almost forgotten that Wade Scott was my soon-to-be stepbrother.

~vick~ I found myself back at my brother's club. It had been years since I stepped foot in Westbrook. I decided to leave after graduating high school, refusing to be a part of my father's club. But when he died, my brother Nick took over. I had left to study and pursue a different career, but shit happened, and now I'm back here, sitting in my brother's office. "Well, look at you, lil brother. Or should I call you Lightning now?" I smiled up at my brother. His big, muscular figure might intimidate those who didn't know him, but to me, he was still my lil' shithead brother.

His words jolted me out of my thoughts, and I stared up at him sharply. He paused, studying me like he was waiting for a reaction from me. “A big what?” “Bro,” he said, gesticulating, “as in, brother,” he added, annoyingly mimicking the British accent. A big brother? What did that have to do with me? “I had friends that used to boast to me about how their big brothers got them stuff, you know, the dope stuff, video games and all of that shit. PS5s, damn. And these friends of mine always flaunted it in my face. You know, they did stuff with their big brothers, and I kinda craved that. Having a big brother to do all that stuff with me.”

“Yeah, real close. My brother couldn’t make it, he’s playing in Vegas.” “Wait your brother is a musician?” “Yes, well he’s been trying to break into the music arena for a while now, but he has a gig there and is backing up a group called GenWired.” “Hey, I’ve heard of them. They’re pretty good. In fact, I know the lead guitarist. His brother played hockey when I was in college. We’re still in contact. You know I could get your brother some introductions and connections.” She swivels her head round so fast she must be giving herself whiplash.

It’s bad enough that everyone knows me as the classic diva who made the Ford brothers embarrass themselves—thanks to Jason being a douchebag at the engagement party. Now I’m the center of office gossip, or possibly worse. The press. Again. What better follow-up story could they get than: Diva Queen Strikes Again! Cold, Ruthless Older Brother Exerts His Authority as He Tosses Her Over His Shoulder and Strides Through the Building. Ah. How juicy. The internet is going to have a field day. I bet someone is perched somewhere right now, taking pictures to sell to blogs.

Five years ago, after the Horton was defeated by the Vaillant pack, Wade Horton was sitting next to his sister on her bed, begging her not to leave, “Please, Wendy, don't go!” It was almost sunset, but the sun shone brightly entering Wendy Horton’s bedroom, filling it with a crimson light. “I’ll be back, don't worry, Wade…” the 20 years old girl soothed her little brother to stop worrying. The fourteen years old boy then stared at his sister seriously, “promised?”

“Lemon... My sister...” Lemon reached out and said adorably, “Bwader... Huggies...” Spike quickly reached out and hugged his cute and small sister.

Later that evening, Anabel showed up at my apartment on her way back from work. She was holding a fancy envelope and grinning as if she'd just won the lottery. "What's that?" I asked, letting her in. "The invitation to my brother's welcome party," she said, passing it to me. "You're coming, right?" I looked at the envelope briefly. It was elegant and expensive-looking. "Of course," I said "When is it?" "Next weekend. It's going to be at our family house. The one we used for my last birthday. My parents are going all out."

Anna answered shortly and Brian smiled widely hearing it The three of us chatted for a while and I saw Damian walk toward us. I got up from my chair and gave him a hug. “Once again, congrats brother!” I patted his shoulder “Thanks Fai! I won’t be here without you! Brian and Anna too, thanks!”