Romans & histoires Older Brother Wedgie Stories

Jeremy Stewart, my adopted younger brother, and I have both applied to the same postgraduate program. However, the advisor, Professor Suzanne Graham, tells us there's only one spot left. I hesitate a little. "Will Jem be sad if I get the spot?" The rest of the family laughs. "In situations like this, everything is fair game. We'll be happy no matter who gets it." However, on the day of the interview, Jeremy pulls out the recommendation letter our mother, a renowned academician, has written for him. "My mother says that as long as you give me the spot, she'll vote in favor of your promotion," Jeremy declares. Our father, a businessman, calls Professor Graham as well. "If you give Jeremy

he asked, purely baffled. Brook coughed softly. He did not want to say anything, but he was acquainted with Gerald, and he had treated him nicely. They would only be further embarrassed if this continued, thus Brook cleared his throat and explained, though awkwardly so, “Just moments ago… Senior Brother Fane had already fought with Senior Brother Wesley, and Senior Brother Wesley had lost the fight. Senior Brother Wesley has been carried away in a stretcher.”

With the look on Ace eyes that can't be good. "Yeah that's right brother, Dad was planning to send me back to lonny bin in which he dumped me in when I was 16. He betrayed me after all I have done for him. I was hurting and I just found out that my brother sleeps with my wife and what he could do was to try to lock me up, nice fatherly move, so I did what needed to be done." I swallowed hard scared of Javi's next words. "No you didn't." Ace voice comes out forced, the anger lacing in each word.

“My son never did know what to do with a cunt like this.” One of the older brothers—Marcus, the one who always brought expensive wine to holiday dinners—leaned over and spat on my clit, then rubbed it in with two rough fingers. “She’s dripping, Dad. Look at that. Married to our little brother for three years and still this greedy.”

Everyone had siblings. My father looked at my mother and they seemed to have a conversation without saying a word. My father then looked down at me and launched into the story about my older brother. "He was born with a recessive Alpha Gene," he said to me. At the time I didn't know what that was, but I figured that if I continued to listen he would tell me. "He didn't make it old enough to take part in his ceremony." Curious, I asked what the ceremony was. My father laughed and patted my head saying that one day I would take part in it. I shrugged and let my father continue on.

"Get some rest. The wedding is in two days." He still had no idea that the bride wouldn't be showing up. After he left, my phone buzzed. A video from Isabella. What I saw made my hands tremble, a sharp pain twisting in my gut. The video showed a man standing over my grandmother's hospital bed. He was holding up photos—pictures of me being bullied, the humiliating moments I’d tried so hard to bury. One by one, he shoved them in her face. I recognized the crest on his jacket. He was one of Isabella’s men.

They would make jokes about my tired eyes or my slow movements, and I started to feel self-conscious and embarrassed. But as the day wore on, something inside of me shifted. I realized that my brothers were just teasing me because they loved me. They weren't trying to hurt me or make me feel bad; they were just trying to make me laugh. With this realization, I started to relax and enjoy the party. I laughed at their jokes and even started teasing them back. And as the night wore on, I knew that my birthday had been a success. "WOW, I thought that it is impossible for a werewolf to be a zombie." I heard my older brother, Tom, throwing a joke about my face.

Ignoring the tension everywhere, I ran jumping on his back, while lunging my arm to the side of his torso. He went down, and I took the opportunity to get atop him. We struggled with each other, while the rest came over trying to separate us. Though it was really clear he didn't want to hurt me, he just tried his best to avoid my blows, but I managed to give him a bruise on the neck. It was a huge one because I had golden bangle on my wrist, which actually caused the bruise. Little amount of blood had already started surfacing. Finally Jake, my eldest brother was able to pull me away. 'What is wrong with you?' he scolded

Steve exposed George’s situation. "When Old Madam Wolf first found out the Vins family's eldest son was getting married, she pulled on Brother Han's ear so much that when we met him the next day, we thought that his ear was a bit too big. "…" George face turn red due to embarrassment

After that, he pulled at my legs, guiding me to lie back, his hands warm and steady on my skin. “Don’t worry, you’ll just see heaven, but you won’t be dead,” he shot back, smirking as he stroked himself. His eyes, dark and hungry, never left mine while he was doing it, and I could tell he knew exactly what he was doing to me. After a few more strokes, he reached for the box of condoms on the bedside table and tore one wrapper with his teeth. “My stupid brother fumbled so hard, huh?” he scoffed, sliding the condom onto his shaft with ease, his gaze still locked on mine.