Little Sister Wedgie Novels & Stories

Matt said, mockingly, obviously playing around with his best friend. Mike smacked him in the chest, causing Matt to throw his hands up, curled into fists. "Come on fucker, hadn't had a good tickling in a good long while," he said, dancing around for a few seconds like a boxer. "Wanna try and give me one?" "You two are such idiots." said Missy, his older sister from behind him, shaking her head. She was three years older than Matt and Mike, and favored her brother more than most girls. Smiling, she side stepped Matt, and gave Mike a quick hug.

Thinking of this, he sighed. "Dad." Witta found that everyone was ignoring her, so she couldn't help but object. "Dad, there's a little sister here." Lucas glanced at Witta, who was wearing a soft little princess dress, and exclaimed excitedly. "There's a cute little sister." Aaron couldn't help but want to hug her. "Kano, what are you doing?" Lucas hurriedly pulled the little boy away. "How can you hug her?" "She's still so young, it's fine."

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.

“DO YOU REALLY think you’re going to find your mate in the mating ceremony?” My half-sister Georgia asked as she was busy scrolling through her phone. She looked up at me with her brow arched high and then she scanned me from head to toe with full confidence of whatever she was saying. “Look at you, my little half-sister. You look like trash. If you ever find your mate in the ceremony, I believe he will reject you right away!”

Angie glares, unable to do any more than display passive disgruntlement before she turns around and flees out the way they just came in. “Haha! That’s more like it,” My sister grins. “I only faked a call though, he’s over at the Crescent Moon Pack, but you wouldn’t wait to hear it!” My word, is this what her Pixie side has turned her into? I look over to the other two who shake their heads and sigh. Averting my eyes back to my sister, I step forward and pull her ear. She yelps and frowns at me who stares at her hard. “Is this how you take advantage of your difference and bully your friends? You’ve grown up to be quite naughty, haven’t you?”