Little Sister Wedgie Novels & Stories

“Here you go, Aunt Wiwee! Maggie said, as she appeared at the top of the stairs. Lily couldn't quite make out what she was holding, but it looked like two necklaces of some sort. “What did you make, sweetheart?” Lily walked toward her and squatted down so that she was at the same level as Maggie. “Friendship necklaces,” Maggie said, proudly handing one of the beaded necklaces to Lily.

Now it sat on my knuckle and I stood in Isabella's dress, in Isabella's church, surrounded by Isabella's life, while somewhere in the east wing of this marble mausoleum of a mansion, my sister was lying on the floor of a bedroom with a pool of blood surrounding her. I found her four hours ago. I don't know what I expected when I pushed open her door after she hadn't answered my knock, but it hadn't been that. The worst worry I had was that at the last moment she had gotten cold feet and run away. The lock gave on the second push and then Isabella was there, lying on the cold tile. Still in her wedding underthings, as though she had been in the middle of getting ready and had simply – stopped

Her dark eyes matched his and she had his air of obnoxious arrogance as she turned to look at me as she slapped a miniature teddy bear with a smirk " I won this" My eyes widened as I took in the little ball that just zoomed in " You have a tiny , adorable sister ?" " Baby sister " said Jacob flashing a smile as he looked down at her " that's a big gap " I remarked looking at the cute miniature Jacob, looking down at her I smiled " How old are you sweetheart ?" " I'm seven " replied the little cutie pie with the same arrogant expression as Jacob , she held up both of her hands showing me seven fingers , as if to clear up any whatsoever confusion

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

under her breath. Gautham couldn't help but laugh at her expression but also rubbed his hands over her head as a form of comfort which Sindhu promptly swatted saying," I am not a child" but it felt like she was trying to convince herself rather than Gautham because she liked it when Gautham rubbed her head like that. It was oddly comforting.

continued Wiggy this time with a smile. Phillip and Lillian's faces immediately brightened again, Phillip's fist immediately released, then lunged at Wiggy to squeeze the young man without the slightest feeling of awkwardness. Wiggy fell on his back on the ground and shrieked even louder as Lillian's body crushed him too. The siblings thanked him nonstop until Wiggy had to push them away because he was almost out of breath. "Philly, I thought you were a grown fifteen-year-old," he said breathlessly. Both hands cleaned the back of the clothes that had been dirty since ever.

Then her sister stepped out, dressed like she'd walked off a magazine cover, smiling like the last twenty-four hours hadn't happened at all. She crossed the courtyard straight toward Eva, heels striking stone. "You look terrible," she said, pulling off the sunglasses. "You disappeared. The wedding—" I had ---" "I know what you had to do." Her gaze dropped to Eva's hand. To the ring. "Give it back." Before Eva could answer, her sister lunged — quick, sharp, fingers closing around Eva's hand, trying to twist the ring loose right there on her finger. "Stop—" Eva yanked her hand back so hard she stumbled against the wall. "What is wrong with you?"

My soul drifted in the air, coldly watching the wedding that was supposed to be mine take place. All eyes were focused on the center stage at the wedding venue. My sister, Sonia Quade, dressed in the wedding gown meant for me, was saying heartfelt vows to my fiancé, Yoseph Caldwell. "Nia is finally happy now!" My parents kept murmuring in the audience as their eyes reddened with emotion. Amid the crowd's cheers, the newlyweds beamed with happiness as they shared what they claimed were cherished memories.

My little brother, Stephen, is butt naked, balls deep in some big-booty, acrylic nail having, lashes longer than a butterfly girl, and the worst part? She’s bent over my damn credenza. “SHIT, CeCe!” he yells, scrambling to cover himself. We'll at least he had on a condom. “Is this your wife?” the girl asks, pulling her dress down. “HELL no, that’s my sister!” Stephen barks like I just insulted his ancestry. “Oh,” she says, casually. “’Cause I was bout to tear some shit up.” I shoot her a look like try it, sweetheart.

Lor screamed with the scandalous voice of a fish market vendor: “Leonard! Lisbeth! SHUT UP!” Then, Lor’s youngest sister, a 1.5-year-old named Lily, opened the bedroom door and toddled into view. “Awww,” Kate gushed. “Lily’s so cute! I just wanna pinch those rosy cheeks!” “I know, right?” Lor said as she picked up her sister and bounced her on her lap. Lily cooed and laughed and tried to reach Kate through the screen. “I wish teens like us retained their kissability and huggability from childhood.”