Little Sister Wedgie Novels & Stories

I put on a bright smile and joined the group of six. “What are you doing here?” My mother asked through gritted teeth. My smile didn't waver. I simply pulled her in for a hug that was sure to make her more annoyed. “I didn't realise I wasn't allowed to attend my own sister's wedding?” I said still smiling. Said sister was glaring at me so I took it as an opportunity to also pull her in a bone crushing hug, making sure my jewelry of choice was in her line of sight before my body collided with hers.

Pain shot through me so hard I couldn't breathe. "Baby!" My head whipped toward Harvey—only to see him cradling Lydia in his arms. That "baby" wasn't meant for me. "My stomach hurts!" Lydia sobbed, her face twisted in pain. Harvey spun on me, his eyes blazing. "What did you do?!" Lydia clutched her stomach, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Harvey, it was me—I fell on my own. Jennifer didn't do anything. Please don't blame her."

“What am I doing in the kid’s world watching your little sister play?” Ezikiel wants to swear badly for being used as a servant for a brat and forced to wear a bright and cute headband that was not suited to his cup of tea. He wears a white rabbit ear while the wolf was for Cederick. The two were holding plenty of shopping bags. It was full of interesting toys and cute dresses that Christine just recently buy. Cederick was obviously spoiling her.

Pointing at his brother, he said childishly, “An older brother’s toys should be given to his baby sister.” The wimpy brat already knew so much. Dorothy said, “I can give you a sister in the future, but I have something cooler that is more fun. Do you want to see it?” “Mom? What is the fun thing?” “Is it a car?” “I want Super Wings!” “Super Wings are no fun. I want a flying sword...”

she giggles, “I’m Brittany. His sister. Nice to meet you Missy the midget.” I reluctantly shook her hand, “Same,” I muttered. “You have too much trouble with him, let me know. I’m 4 years younger than him, but I can still kick his ass.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” I smiled tightly at her, making her laugh some more.

Michelle mumbled, annoyance seeping through her tone simply from the mention of my older sister. "What about her?" Wes leaned his head down on the palm of his hand, his elbow propped up on the table. He genuinely seemed interested which made my heart feel warm. I scrunched up my face in distaste, "My older sister is the perfect and ideal daughter, woman, human, all of the above. Therefore, I will never be as good as her. And on top of it, she's getting married this December." "And why is the wedding a big deal? The spotlight will be on her so maybe they'll go easier on you."

I hold her hand and she returns it with a smile, we both enter the building together The place was filled with a lot of people, a pretty busy place Blondie spots her sister "there she is" She looked like the older version of Blondie, but she was red-haired, and looked like she was holding a can of hairspray Blondie rushes over to her and gives her a hug "Hey there little sister, what are you doing here?" "I just missed you, Wendy" "Awwn I missed you too Didi" I felt out of place so I just decided to get their attention by clearing my throat "Oh where are my manners, Wendy this is my friend, Precious, Precious this is my sister, Wendy"

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".

Over by the apiary, a female in a white suit and veil is smoking the bees. Another female, Wrenlee’s sister, Annabel, is perched on an overturned bushel basket, picking peas. Their youngest sister, Laney, sits nearly in the grass, shelling the peas and popping at least every other one in her mouth. “Hello, sisters,” I call. They both wave. They’re still shy of me and the other males, but they don’t smell of fear anymore, and that’s a blessing.