Sister Wedgie Novels & Stories

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.

Alice tried to defend herself, the judgmental looks of the wedding guests scratching her skin “I didn't even touch her!” “So, what? Are you saying Amber did this to herself?” Kendra asked, as Amber lifted her face with her makeup completely ruined by tears, the mark on her skin even more visible now, which caused a buzz of shock and outrage to spread “How could you do this to your own sister?! And on your wedding day? God, what did I do wrong to have a daughter like you?” she lamented loudly, not allowing even the people who were furthest away from them to go unheard “I always knew you were jealous of Amber, but I never thought that would lead you to act like a child again and attack your si

“I stopped seeing you as my sister the day I realized what you were capable of.” Uriel’s smirk faded instantly. Her hand lowered the glass to the table, and her voice dropped to something colder. “Is that why you’re siding with the enemy?” The question hit harder than I expected and I turned slowly, with the glass still in my hand, and met her eyes. “What are you talking about?” Her lips curled again, but this time it wasn’t amusement. “Don’t play dumb with me, Colleen. I know you’ve met Savannah Ford.” She said icily.

I let myself grieve the family I had thought I had. My sister. Not the woman she had turned out to be, that grief was different and older and I would deal with it on its own terms in its own time. The sister I had grown up believing she was. Eleven years of shared bedrooms and borrowed clothes and the twin language we had developed, those slight, specific signals that only the other one understood, the way you could be across a crowded room and catch her eye and have an entire conversation in the tilt of a chin. That sister. The one who had sat beside me at every pack event and who had known my face better than I knew it myself because you spent your whole childhood studying the face that wa

When I returned home, I saw my sister in the living room, tending to her arms. Her arms were covered in needle-like wounds—the kind I had all over my body in my previous life. Seeing me, she quickly lowered her sleeves. Even though pain drained the color from her face, she still lifted her head high, proud. "Lex was so passionate just now. He said he'd love me forever," she said. I thought she was both foolish and childish. To satisfy her ridiculous need to win in front of me, she even had to pretend.

One guest exclaims, "This is insane! Someone call security!" Another guest chimes in, "Is this really happening? This is a wedding, not a WWE match!" Some shield their children's eyes, while others are frantically texting "You won't believe what's happening at the wedding!" Ignoring Nikita, who literally turned the whole place around for the worse, I rushed towards my sister and held her hand, glancing at my stepmother. I snapped, “Even after all these years, you haven't changed.” My father rushed towards me and held my hand to stop me. “Where are you taking her to? The wedding is almost over.”

The man across from me – Matteo Ricci, and my husband now, God help me – slid a ring onto my finger, and I felt the weight of the cold metal like a noose. Final. It was wrong in a way that only things belonging to the dead can feel wrong. This was Isabella's ring. She had worn it to the final fitting three weeks ago, turning her hand in the light while our mother cried and said she looked like a queen. Now it sat on my knuckle and I stood in Isabella's dress, in Isabella's church, surrounded by Isabella's life, while somewhere in the east wing of this marble mausoleum of a mansion, my sister was lying on the floor of a bedroom with a pool of blood surrounding her.