Little Sister Wedgie Novels & Stories

Deciding that I didn't want to see my 'family' be so mushy with my sister, I reached up and pinched her cheeks. "Awe. Look at my little fighter. She's so tough." I teased in a baby voice and she pushed my hands away. "Fuck off, West." she yelled and I laughed and jumped up to tickle her as I sat on her so she couldn't escape. "You're crushing me! Get off!" she screamed as I tickled her. Unfortunately for me, I didn't pin her arms and she swung and hit me in the shoulder to get me off her. "Shit! Willa! That hurt!" I complained as I got off her, rubbing my shoulder and she grinned.

Wendy said with a smile. “Wendy, who are you to say that? You have always robbed me of everything ever since you were a child. As long as it’s something I like, you will want to snatch it and destroy it even if it’s not to your taste. The elders in the family said that I’m the big sister and I should leave you be. I'm only three months older than you!” Luna yelled at Wendy.

Gwen requested. Lily and I French kissed as my girlfriend giggled and uttered some wows and yays. Next thing she did, she told me to take off my clothes and touch my pussy on my sister's twat on a tribbing act. I admit I loved fucking my sister and feeling her wet pinky rub on mine, but I disliked Gwen's infamous comments: "Oh, yes, that's what I call sister act. Oh, yeah, rub your pretty cunt against one another. Never seen two sisters getting along so well!" The bitch laughed her head off.

Not holding back, the second child of the Pendleton family, his oldest sister named Delila Pendleton, immediately hugged him. "Delila." Wade was happy, of course. But he was also worried. So, he looked around as he tried to let go of the hug. "People are watching us." Delila didn't care. "Good. Then they will realize that sibling love really exists." Wade couldn't argue. So, he returned the hug and said, "I've missed you, Delila." Delila tried not to cry. It might ruin her makeup. Unfortunately, the tears rebelled.

If it turned out to be a girl, then there was Nill. “Sure!” Penny said happily. “That's the best wedding gift you can give me.”

Elizabeth would probably ignore the person coldly if someone introduced himself as her uncle and said he wanted to introduce her to a boyfriend. She smiled awkwardly. "Hello, Uncle Wesley. I'm not Lizzy. I'm Sigrid, Lizzy's elder sister." "Huh? Lizzy's elder sister?" Wesley raised his eyebrows. After he looked at her carefully, he noticed that the young girl in front of him was clearly similar to Vallerie. Her eyes looked so similar to Vallerie's when she was young. He also remembered that Elizabeth had debuted. He had seen her posters before. How could she not be Elizabeth?

Goodbye, Jane Austen. Just then the door throws open again and behind it stands my elder sister Lisa in her flowered crop top and red mini skirt. She looks glamorous like every other time. No wonder, why the other werewolves of our pack drool over her. But they could never match her expectations and standards. Except one…

'I was talking about your height' 'Your 166cm height' 'Not your bust size' 'I'm not short!' She replied. 'Eh?' 'How did u know my height?' 'Because you are just about as short as my little sister' I typed. 'Are you perhaps' Persia quickly typed. '…A siscon?' 'Because' 'My little brother is a siscon' 'A sticker of a rabbit looking half dead.' I was utterly surprised. 'That's news to me' I replied. 'Did your little brother say anything about' 'Don't go near to any guy'

For which I'm most grateful to God. No way dee… my dee is looking like a bomb. What I was thinking for is Simon jiju because sure he won’t be able to control himself after seeing your sexy side. My little sister said with a wink and low sexy voice. For which I was totally shocked. Like seriously! She is just in high school and talking like a fucking adult!! “ Lily.. Look at your tongue. How old are you huhhh?? And from where did you learn this all?? “ I asked my sister rolling my eyes. I mean she is just fucking sixteen years old and see, what nonsense she is talking about.

Still, I had trouble keeping my cool when my older sister needled me. Becky was never what I considered a stunning beauty. She was all long limbs and awkwardness, topped by long, straight brown hair. At her core was a malicious bitch. Becky was taller than I was until I was fourteen or fifteen, and she always referred to me as "little" even after I grew taller than she was. When no one was around to overhear her, she often referred to me contemptuously as a "little faggot."