Sister Wedgie Novels & Stories

"All I know is that in Hyporion, my sister, Velda Mercer, is the law! I'll give you one last chance—crawl between my legs and let Piper spend the night with me, and I'll let this slide." His words pushed my rage past its breaking point, but before I could react, Piper lunged at Jude to take on everything herself and save me from humiliation. "No!" I tried to stop her, but it was too late. "Wow! The brat's got some spirit, almost like a loyal puppy protecting her master!" Jude and his bodyguards howled with raucous laughter and began hurling insults. My anger finally exploded. "I'll kill you!" Nothing could drive me mad more than seeing Piper humiliated.

I’m going to milk this out for as long as I can. “For your information, your sister didn’t want a big wedding. I would have gladly given her whatever she wanted. True, true. No wedding reception but who told you there wasn’t a celebration? We celebrated, with a lot of sex, just your sister and I. It’s all that matters. I don’t care about your fucking sentiments. Leave now or I will make you whimper like a dog.” My mouth fall open in a gape at Gio’s forwardness. “Uh. Gross.” I gag at his mention of my sister with other intimate words in his sentences. Just gross.

She didn't know what was to come or what to expect but she did know she was going to keep her head high until she couldn't. "How-dare-you? How dare you try to act all caring for me when you and I know it's all false?" Her sister said that? What was she even talking about? This had to be some insane joke. From her shredded teddy to the pictures and the actual 'Wanna be' girls whom April had employed as accomplices. How did they get any of it?

After a minute I gently probed her pussy with a mostly lotion dry finger. "Oh, that's friendly." She said, in a low voice. My hands got more lotion and moved up to her back. I noticed a half inch scar just above her hip on the right side. It looked like an old scar, maybe from childhood. "That scar is unusual." "My sister stabbed me when I was in second grade. It was just bad enough to scar." "Remind me not to make her mad at me." "If she finds out we're in bed together that will be enough for her to be mad at you, until she gets you in bed with her."

Cindy looked fearful as she stuttered, "K-Karl, I don't have the money…" The man grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the wall. "No money? Then, you'd better come up with some! Didn't you say your sister had money? Get her out here to pay me back!" Cindy's wound split open again. She hissed in pain but still forced a smile, terrified of angering them. As a result, the expression on her face looked unnaturally twisted. "My sister is dead," she said. A heavy kick landed on her abdomen.

She wrapped her arms around it and squeezed it before she decided to pummel her younger brother. Marching to the door, she flung it open and watched her younger brother shuffle back a few steps as he surveyed the state his sister was in. Phillip Bura was not a muscular or large featured man. His body and clothes were kept well-manicured, not even a hair was out of place as he stared at his sister in what could only be described as prissy disgust. “Don’t call me Vicki prick.” she growled. Phillip tipped his chin back as he pursed his thin pale lips. “I will not call you Vic. That is a man’s name, and although you insist on looking and acting like a man, dear sister, you lack the equipment an

It was the sound of her brother-in-law’s body trying and failing to knit back the limb that was torn away by Lucien. It was the one wound no werewolf could heal, no matter how hard they tried. “Riley,” Sydney barked, her voice rising down the corridor towards Alder’s room, “You would not believe what that bitch just did.” Her sister’s head snapped up from her pot, her sharp silver eyes narrowed as her hands stilled over the herbs. “What are you talking about?” she asked, a note of panic lacing through her tone,

"Trust me, honey. We should plan the wedding for sooner rather than later. I'll get in touch with Bernard today." "Two down, one more to go," my dad said, smiling, and taking a seat. While what he said was meant to be lighthearted, it stung me deep inside. I was the third and final sister that didn't have a mate, and never would. I put my fork down and just stared down at my plate, not able to eat anymore. "Don't worry, Gigi, you'll find your mate soon too!" Paige suddenly said. "Of course she'll find her mate. Artemis will take care of her," my mom agreed.

One of the guys asked. "She'll be useful for our plan to succeed. Remember Kaley Bryce? I think she's his new girl. He took away my favorite and precious girl in my life! I'll take his, too! It will serve as a punishment for my sister's death!" Wade's eyes looks like burning with fire. He dropped his clenched, pale fist in to the glass table and it got cracked. "He didn't literally kill Maristal, right? You're sister commit suicide! Why do want him to repent on the sin when he didn't do it?"

He leaned forward slightly. "Six weeks ago you walked into my house in your sister's wedding dress and told me you were imperfect but you did all you could. And I watched you do exactly that every single day. I watched you handle my mother and my sister and the press and the board and a cheating boyfriend and a best friend who betrayed you and a sister in a coma and an investigation into an attempted murder and you did all of it without once asking for more than you were owed." He paused.