Sister Wedgie Novels & Stories

"You are deliberately planning to walk straight into Ferguson territory, unescorted, alone, barely thirty-six hours after their bastards torched my sister's peace banner on the ridge." "His family did not light that fire, Uncle," I snapped, stepping around the table to put myself directly in his line of sight, refusing to cower before the heavy wave of his Alpha pressure. "I have told you that three times already. We found the accelerant. We found the embroidered patch. It was staged."

She is. 一Piper, Paige's twin sister, it's nice to finally meet you, Carolina 一she stretched her hand towards me. WTF? like twin sister? what did I miss? what is this? Deep down inside though, I'm relieved that it's not Paige. I mean, it's not like I'm afraid of her or anything, it's just.... Paige is very, well, WAS very obsessive and vindictive. And only with me. And knowing it's not her fills me with calm, well, not much, the sister will be worse. Just seeing that fake, demonic smile on her face makes my skin crawl.

I'm not going to live with all this pressure. That release came at a heavy price and was worth what I could afford, and— My hand hurts because someone gripped it so tightly. My body moved away from the fence and was met by two angry blue eyes. "Are you out of your mind?!" As usual, my sister's fiancé can permanently destroy my happy and bad moments. >>>

Five years ago, after the Horton was defeated by the Vaillant pack, Wade Horton was sitting next to his sister on her bed, begging her not to leave, “Please, Wendy, don't go!” It was almost sunset, but the sun shone brightly entering Wendy Horton’s bedroom, filling it with a crimson light. “I’ll be back, don't worry, Wade…” the 20 years old girl soothed her little brother to stop worrying. The fourteen years old boy then stared at his sister seriously, “promised?”

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.

"I mean, it's a common thing. People have sisters. I have a sister. You have a sister. Why would I be surprised?" I rolled my eyes at his explanation and continued. "Anyways, it's my sister who needs Dr. Marshall's treatment. She had an... accident that resulted in spinal cord injury. Her nerves are compressed which made her unable to move her legs. Dr. Marshall is performing a surgery to decompress the nerves and see if she'll be able to walk again."

" I can't believe how it is. It's the biggest cock I have ever seen. I want all of it in me. My husband's dick is not even half the size of yours. I didn't know what I was missing until you stuck it in me. Sis finished unbuttoning her gown and took it off. She reached down and pulled her panties off, then threw them on the floor. I looked at her pussy. It was shaved just like mom's was. I reached over and cupped her pussy in my hand. My sister laid back on the bed. "Fuck the fondling Billy; I want that cock in me now. All of it, I don't care how you do it but I better see all of it buried in my cunt." She spread her legs wide and raised her knees. She was ready. I moved between her legs and

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."