Wedgie I am a 14-year-old male (weighing 69 kg). That was until my mother passed away, and my dad remarried to his. My younger years growing up were almost perfect, being an only child getting all the attention from both of my parents. This is my first attempt at writing a fictional story, as such any feedback would be appreciated. Step sister defeats her step brother.You wouldn't expect me to be this embarassed. So, when I was lying in bed, my red.I sighed as I sat on the couch, knowing what was awaiting me this weekend. I live with my younger sister and we go to school but today was Sunday and our parents are never home.She didn’t want to meet them. They were all triplets, Samantha, Savannah, and Sabrina. She didn’t want 3 new step sisters. Olive had been an only child her entire life.She bought them for me, of course, I usually like more loose and bright clothing but she thought I looked handsome in them and threatened to spank me right there if I didn't lave in them That's my mom for you, she love to.motivate me like that.Other step brother gives sister wedgie Videos. "That's a nice outfit" she said as she adjusted her glasses, pointing at my tight T-shirt and skinny jeans. But it was Saturday, and it was time to meet her.
She was wearing a blue sports bra and matching lycra shorts, along with some wristbands and a sweatband when she jumped on mom. I mean she was physically small at 5'3 (well, not for her age, but she is my mom's daughter.) but her muscles popped with incredible definition, and she made no secret about this. In what seemed like seconds she burst through the door and jumped into mom's arms, the two kissing on the lips."Tiny" may not be the best word to describe Diane. I was an athlete back then, but not AS into weight training, mom made us ar wrestle. The first time I remmeber her using it, she was 9 and I was fifteen. My mom laughed heavily at that before grabbing me under the armpits and lifting me up, she put me in a bear hug and tightened it until I yelped, at which point she loosened it and let me back on the couch."Well, be good" she said with a smile as she sauntered out the door, her heels klaking as my sister looked at me and gave the smile.Diane would often look at me with a very specific, smug smile when she was about to do something mean. Unless he really earned it" my sister responded. I've been able to handle him for quite some time!" she said before kissing my mom again.She was set down on the floor 'well alright, your sweat is getting all over my nice clothes!" mom said before walking to me while looking over her shoulder at Diane "will you take good care of him"she said as she patted both my shoulders"I'll make sure not to put him in the hospital. Barely over 13" biceps at maximum flex and she loved to show them off."But if I'm an adolescent, and your an adult.why did mom leave me in charge here?"I looked down "She didn't.she was just saying if there was an emergency or something.your not really in charge!"Dian laughed, it must have been practiced judging by how incredibly graceful and feminine it was, despite being deep and from the bell. I wish I could ever be that defined, and I certainly wished to have that kind of mass at twelve (I was a bit of a skinny kid), but her biceps were still huge. Her arms popped with muscle, the vascularity bvious from her workout. But she looked very much the same as she always did"So, baby brother" she said with that smile 'What plans do you have for the day?""Don't call me that, I'm a legal adult while yoru an adolescent""Really?" Diane said smugly, rubbing her chin. Samsung u28e590 no soundI gasped for air as she gave me a wet kiss on the cheek "So, baby bro.what do you want to do tonight?""I have homework" I said I mean, it was technically true, I was pretty caught up but I did have some stuff do at some point the following week. She left you in charge""Yay!" she said before breaking into a sprint and tackling me with a hug, making sure that my face got shoved into her sweaty armpit the way she grabbed me, holding me incredibly tightly "Glad we can agree on who's in charge, baby brothr" she said before releasing me. I gulped at the threat as I looked down "No.you don't need to do that""Why? its really no trouble" she replied with a joyous malice "I could just call her up and we'd see who sh really wants to be in charge""No" I said, feeling msyelf loosing already, I looked her in the eyes angrilly "You are. That could be fun, couldn't it?"Suddenly I felt a great fear.I rmemeber how hard mom would always punish me for saying anything disparaging to my sister. Maybe even have her drive back and explain things in person. She was playing on her phone"Please don't call me that.and could I have some privacy?""Baby bro.I only call you that because I love you. She sprinted back down with my backpack."well, get it done" sh said as she threw it on the kitchen table, then hopped on the table herself (she had an amazing vertical leap!) before reclining on itI looked at her, flustered for a moment before she slapped the table "baby brother, you need to do your homework" she said matter-of-factly, er lips beginning to curl into a smile.I ran to the table quickly, pulling out my books and looking up at her. I recoiled a bit bjut she kept up with me, even grabbing my nose between her toes "Flinching, eh?" she said before lightly slapping my face twice with her other foot 'next time you won't get off so easily""Yes.of course.can I do my homework now?"She was obviously somewhat annoyed by my request, but acquiesced easily enough, getting off of me before sprinting upstairs. But after your finished.we get to have some fun, yeah? maybe you could even make me some dinner?" she said before falling backward, tumbling perfectly onto her back and elbows as she shoved her feet in my face "Or you could give me a foot rub! I really need one!"The scent of her feet was absolutely overpowering as her pink toenails trailed right under my nose. Her legs were spread out, with her feet just close enough to me to give me the occasional whiff of her sweaty gross odor.I tried to focus on my notes and my book, but her gaze (or rather, occasional glance) made it difficult. She was just laying on the table on her phone, texting, playing games, seemingly switching between a few activities. Began pulling out my English homework first, looking up at her occasionally. It wasn't worth the argument, not at that articular moment. I felt a ding in my pocket and pulled out my phone. She laughed loudly before snapping a picture."hey!" I protested, as she started typing something with her thumbs. I grabbed her same pen and spent about 12 times longer than her writing my name in cursive. She didn't need to say anything.I was pretty close to done when she looked down at one of my note papers"But its so dirty! I man, that's hardly even cursive! are you sure your not just getting A's cus she doesn't want to be bothered with pretending to read your paper?""Shut up" I said, before she laughed loudly at me"You know, baby bro, I'm pretty sure I can write nicer with my feet than you can with your hands""That's not true" I said, before she grabbed a pen with her toes and a piece of paper with her other foot and signed her name, of course it turned out beautiful"Lets see you do better" she smugly challenged"I'm busy" I said as I tried to return to work"Then admit your writing sucks and mine is beautiful!"I probably should have, but then I needed to prove myself.
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