Older Brother Wedgie Stories Novels & Stories

There was thick silence. A few gasps, some surprised smiles, and murmurs rippled through the room. But me? I felt like the floor should open up beneath me. My ears rang with white noise, drowning out whatever small talk followed. I stared at Damien, then at Luca. Damien’s brother. I'm pregnant for my husband’s brother. I didn’t hear anything else after that. My mind screamed a single sentence over and over again: What have I done?

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

Two scrawny men were in the room, buckling their belts, heading for the door. One of them laughed, savoring something. "That one had some fight in her. Wonder where Ryan found her." The other one grinned. "Feisty ones are the best. That was thrilling." Dad's vision went red. He swung his fist into the man's face, full force. "How dare you touch her?" The man went down hard, blood pouring from his nose, out cold. The second one grabbed a steel pipe from the wall and brought it down toward Dad's head. Dad turned in time and took it on the shoulder. He grunted, then snarled, grabbed the pipe, and swung it back without stopping.

I muttered, snapping my head to the side the exact second the scent of leather and cedarwood filled my nostrils. “I had a few engagements,” My idiot older brother, Cassian, replied. I scoffed the moment my eyes caught the fresh purple hickeys painted across his neck. But it was the odd chain bracelet gleaming on his wrist that made my gaze narrow. “You went to the city—” “And I’m up, sis.” He changed the topic instantly, weaving through the crowd to take the stage and stand with my father and other brother. Right on cue, the Alpha’s son finished his speech.

When my mom remarried and I got a new stepbrother, I thought I would hate him but instead he became my best friend and everything I ever wanted. But things started going the wrong way when I walked in on him, watching gay p**n and jerking off. My brother was gay? And worse, my cock jerked at the sight of him. ******

He smiled. "By the way, how is your brother? And what happened to your Dad?" he asked. "Well, Dad had a mild stroke because he overworked himself at the farm. But he's okay now. My brother is fine too. He's the one helping Dad. He’s taking care of the farm now. He used to be a security guard, but he got into a fight with a co-worker. Apparently, the guy said something disrespectful about me, so he lost it." "I would have done the same. Is he married yet?" I shook my head. "Girlfriend?"

I prodded, ignoring the voice. “Um… give me a sec.” There was a brief clanging sound like dishes being carted away before Georgiana continued. “So, my brother has been able to get back at the bratva guys for ruining my wedding party, I don’t know how but he did. He also found out that one of the families’ don snitched to the bratva and took care of him.” That was it? “Okay…?” I prodded again, my eyes narrowing.

I never thought he would come to the wedding, not after I threatened to tell his father what he was making me do. His gaze caressed my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I knew this was all shades of wrong. It's my fuckin wedding day! I should be out there with my husband-to-be. But here I was, trapped by my beast of a stepbrother. He ran his tongue over his lips and laughed hysterically. "You didn't invite me to your wedding, sweet Nell. Scared you might have a change of heart if you see me?" I darted my eyes towards the hallway entrance, praying fervently that no one would walk in on us like this. Cicero wouldn't care, of course. But I do care.

" I immediately grasped the situation; the final remark was the most important point. Jacob was completely infatuated and had insisted on marrying Katie, even though she was an alcoholic. He and Katie even became freeloaders at his mother-in-law's house once they got married. Dad had been against the relationship from the start, but every time he tried to pull them apart, Jacob would go into a total tailspin and even tried to slit his wrists a few times. It made sense now why Jacob was desperate enough to go to Northern Morthaven for work. "Jacob met a friend who told him there was a way to make a lot of money. He unexpectedly got lured to Northern Morthaven like that. "I admit I haven't bee

“I’m fine ..uhh, I’m Thirty-eight, Grandpa. And my history is... complicated. Like a rare vintage wine, best enjoyed without too much investigation.” Hades almost laughed aloud at her age. Really? She decided to be with this little brother of his? “Thirty-eight,” Hades mused aloud, a hint of mockery in his tone. “And you decided to be with this little brother of mine? What a generous spirit you must possess.” Gregory snarked. “Unlike you, brother, I don’t need a child bride to prove my virility.” Hades knew his brother definitely had daddy and mummy issues. This boy always had a thing for older women. He could bet that this one was married.