Novel & Cerita Sister Wedgie

The next thing I knew, my sister was sprinting through the yard, flying after one of the Vampires. She’d always been incredibly fast since she’d Transformed, but this was a kind of speed I couldn’t even articulate. She caught up to him quickly and a few seconds later, Spittle exploded in a pile of ash. I assumed my sister must’ve used one of the grenades Christian made, the kind I’d used to set Gibbon on fire, but I couldn’t tell what she’d done without losing my grip on Holland.

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.

I narrowed my eyes. "Do you remember her name?" Wendy Quince, my younger sister, died a year ago by jumping off a building. We lost our parents at a young age and had been reliant on each other ever since. We made a promise to be together forever, but she left the world at such a young age. The law couldn't punish those who led to her death, so I, as her sister, would avenge her. "Have you been keeping count of the number of women you and Hector deceived through online dating? I don't think perverts like you would remember that. But it's okay. Someone else will remember what you did and take revenge against you two on behalf of those women."

That son of a bitch had damaged my sister beyond any repairs. I remember, my body had drained in pure pain when I had seen my baby sister bleeding from the private parts. There was even a dildo inserted in her vagina and a handkerchief tied around her mouth to prevent her from screaming. He had also carved the word 'Bitch' on her stomach with a knife that bled. That was the most cruel thing I saw as a brother. I can't even imagine the pain she must have endured then. And I can't stand to reminisce that day as it only leaves me with goosebumps and tears.

Every time Wade is around and staring at her, she looks down, folding her hands by her side with a scared look on her face but also with a blush. I remember one day I was at my locker I saw my sister walking towards her locker. I stopped her. Cherry! " What happened to your neck?" I asked her. When I said that, I looked over at Wade, and he was smirking, staring at my sister. He wasn't paying attention to Brittany and his friends talking to him. I went back, trying to see what happened to my sister's neck. So, I asked. She looked at me with red cheeks. So, what?" she said with a tiny mumble. I was getting impatient with her answer. So, I asked her again with a calm question.

A knock at the door. “Who is it?” “Herbie.” Mandy ran to the door to let him in. “Your sister here?” “You mean, Annie?” Herbie shrugged his shoulder shaking his head with a smirk. Mandy had been teasing him that since he broke up with her sister about 13 years ago, Yes, it was that long time ago! he couldn’t seem to say her name. They had been in the same room many many times after that and those times had always been awkward.

' I wondered as I watched him pin her against the wall opposite where I was hiding. He rammed into her so hard that Jenna began to scream so badly that I feared she would bring down the house or wake the maids. I felt myself getting wet, my pussy beginning to be touched but I couldn't do that here. I might be caught so I would rather go back into the room and make use of the vibrator I packed into my suitcase for emergencies like this. But who would have thought seeing my sister and brother-in-law like this would cause me to be so horny?

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.