Little Sister Wedgie Novels & Stories

she whispered sensually in his ear, secretly squeezing his butt. The act, however, didn’t escape the watchful eyes of Bella, Jessica’s sister and bridesmaid. She caught the eyes of Liam, shook her head and walked towards her sister, Jessica.

Suzy cast a sidelong glance at Wendy before replying, "I seem to have forgotten some details. Why don’t you repeat it for me? For instance, who exactly bribed you to bully that person back then?" "Who else could it be? It was that little girl, Ruby’s younger sister. Don’t be fooled by her age—she was as cunning as they come. A few pieces of candy were all it took for her to win us over. She had us put bugs in that person’s food and disgusting things in their bed..."

Wendy grinned, standing up as her little girl ran into the room. “Aunty Celeste!” Angela called out with open arms, her smile wide and pure. Celeste bent down to scoop her up. “You’re all grown now, aren’t you? Angela nodded shyly, then looked at Wendy her mom. Angela nodded shyly, then looked up at her mom, Wendy. “Very soon,” Celeste said with a sweet smile, eyes locked on Wendy, “you’ll have a little sister to play with.... from me.” Wendy's smile faltered, her eyebrow shooting up. " Oh, really? How fascinating".

"He's going to love it. By the way, where you both are going?" "I don't know." I grabbed the black wedges from the cupboard. "Heels or wedges." "Wedges. Heels will hurt your ankle for a long time," She replied instantly. "Your collection of heels and wedges has increased. Care to tell?" "Have you seen your brother's height?" I asked dryly. "It's difficult to kiss him then." "Oh, there will be kissing," She teased. "What else will be there on the plate? Good thing your zipper in on the back. Easy to remove. Did you wear good stuff beneath?"

Third, it was his baby sister asking the question. This was a little game Winston and his sister Jessica had started to play recently. Well, it was a game that Jessica played with him anyway. It involved her surprising him periodically with nasty thoughts like this that made her sound like a slut at the same time they accused him of being gay. But he wasn't gay. And, as far as he could tell, Jess was not a slut - although you wouldn't know it based on the things that popped into her head and then came flying out of her mouth.

"Rising supermodel Noelle Lynch sabotaged her own sister's engagement and stole her fiance. Ungrateful and disloyal, she repaid years of devotion with betrayal." The post briefly laid out the past, detailing how I had spent years giving everything to support my disabled sister, sacrificing my youth and putting my own wedding on hold for her, only to be betrayed by both her and my fiance in the end. The logic was sound, the details rang true, and it instantly set the whole internet ablaze. In barely half an hour, the post racked up a million likes. Countless netizens flooded the comments to defend me, slamming Noelle for her ingratitude and for biting the hand that fed her.

Why? Despite the thoughts coursing through Lessie’s mind, none of them reflected on Lessie’s face. Lessie’s head became downturned, her face wrinkled, her eyes reddening, and tears pooled in her eyes, her shoulder and body trembling pitifully. ”Mom, Dad, why did little sister have to ruin the wedding anniversary party? Today is Mom and dad's happiness. If little sister is annoyed at Lessie, little sister could have called Lessie behind or waited until the celebration ended.”

It wasn't gentle, I was wailing and I didn't care who could hear me. My little sister wrapped her arms around me slightly. "You're going to make mr dizzy." She commented and I immediately let her down. "I'm sorry." I smiled amid the tears. I crouched low to her height and cupped her cheeks in my hands. She was a lot taller than I remembered her to be. Her hair was also longer and it had been curled at the ends. She was wearing a small denim jacket over a white shirt and a pair of pink shorts. I looked at the door and only noticed Greg's presence now. I stood upright and wiped the tears off my cheek.

My hand closed around the cup on the nightstand, and with all the strength left in me, I hurled it at Jensen. "Our child is dead—killed by you and your new wife, Jensen Cruz!"

“Luna! Do you know that Miss Lyrie is the queen of all werewolves?” I looked down at the little pup pulling on my leg with the biggest of smiles on her face. I smiled back at her before reaching down and lifting her into my arms. “Is that so?” I asked, tickling the little girl a little, causing her to giggle. She nodded and pointed toward my blonde sister who was now sitting in a circle of children and reading them a book. “Yes, see, there she is now. Is she your sister? Does that mean you’re a queen too?” She asked excitedly.