Older Brother Wedgie Stories Novels & Stories

I could see joy, real joy on their faces. They smacked me for playing with their emotions, they laughed and smiled. "Okay uhm, I need answers, like from scratch, because... how?", was the only thing she could say. "I'm Amber, like I said earlier. I'm the oldest brother. Aaron, second, Asher third, you're the last", he started. "This story may or may not scare you, just listen to the end and please don't say anything", i said. She nodded. "Okay, so we had a mom and dad, unfortunately we're not from a normal family, out father was involved in Mafia -"

Creed I lay on the cold floor of the basement, my father sent me in here. My older brother Reign broke the family frame and pinned it on me. My father's words scarred me. "Who knocked this down?" My father asked my older brother who was sitting in his office. I was peeping from the study where I was reading some books before my dad came in. My brother made eye contact with me and pointed at me. My father looked in my direction. "He broke the frame?"

But before I could get a single word out, Anders, my older brother, strolled into the room, a smug grin plastered across his face. “Ah, the man of the hour!” he said loudly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Or should I say, the sacrificial lamb?” I scowled. “Anders, not now.” “Oh, lighten up,” he said, plopping into a chair and grabbing a slice of toast. “You’re making history, little brother. Everyone’s talking about your wedding. But…” He paused dramatically, glancing at my mother. “Have you heard the *real* news?”

“What do you mean your wife, hold on, is that—” “Mind your word, Vegas, she's still my wife.” I said calmly as he rolled his eyes to the back. “She's been circling the idea for a week now I guess, and I think that show the other day made it easy for her to decide” I said, pausing briefly. “But I was lucky.” “Lucky how?” Vegas asked, tilting his head. “My brother,” I said, “He suggested something else. Something that I'm really sure would distract her mind and shift her Focus elsewhere while I figure out how to clean up my mess.”

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

It’s bad enough that everyone knows me as the classic diva who made the Ford brothers embarrass themselves—thanks to Jason being a douchebag at the engagement party. Now I’m the center of office gossip, or possibly worse. The press. Again. What better follow-up story could they get than: Diva Queen Strikes Again! Cold, Ruthless Older Brother Exerts His Authority as He Tosses Her Over His Shoulder and Strides Through the Building. Ah. How juicy. The internet is going to have a field day. I bet someone is perched somewhere right now, taking pictures to sell to blogs.

He paused to let the guest laugh to their heart content. "Cade! I'm right behind you." Cruz threatened under his breath. "You can't hit me. It's your wedding." Cade replied, making Jessica laugh even harder. "Growing up with my brother was an experience that I'll never forget. We grew up together, but it wasn't always easy to get along. We had our differences, because obviously…I was the good guy while he was the total opposite but we always managed to find a way to work through them. Whether we were playing video games, playing sports, or just spending time together, we were always there for each other." He paused again as he remembered his early childhood with his brother.

“The wedding is in twenty-four hours. Call me selfish, but I don’t want you to miss your brother’s wedding.” “I’ll be there,” I said. I needed to be there. Something was wrong — I could feel it. And I needed to see her. The door opened again, and with it came God’s most annoying but necessary gift to mankind: Siblings. “Shit, you didn’t die.” He whistled. “I’m impressed your nine lives haven’t been exhausted yet.” “Neither has your usefulness, surprisingly.” His grin vanished the second his eyes landed on the wound across my abdomen.

I mumbled. "Yeah, you should be sorry." Stephen paused to eye me in utter disdain. My goodness, I would not be surprised if he actually hated me. "And for the record, people can actually own similar guns." He continued. "Well what a coincidence that my brother in law happened to own the same gun that killed my late husband. My bad for being so paranoid." I said sarcastically. Stephen scoffed at me. "Brother in law?" He choked out a hysteric laughter. "I am your husband Varda, I think you need to let that fact get into your head." He said through gritted teeth.

Steelification Doyen said calmly, “I’m forever grateful to your family’s utmost cordial treatment. “Moreover, the son of the second patriarch, Gaten, won my heart with his actions. I would like to form a good relationship with your family. “I will fulfill your request.” Hudson expressed his delight upon hearing that. He had no idea what Gaten had done to please Steelification Doyen so much. “I won’t be a stranger to you anymore, Doyen!” Hudson assumed a furious expression instantly. “You may not know this, but in truth, I have a fourth younger brother, and his name is Hugh Wolfenden. “He caused the deaths of our parents back in those years so he could become the patriarch of the family. We c