“Wanna see my photo album?”
I blinked at her and she shrugged, an annoying smirk on her face ever present. I crossed my arms, “Why would that be fun?”
She made a face at me and blew a raspberry, “You’re such a Debbie Downer dude~”
She winked, “It’ll be fuuuuuuun because of what’s in the photo album dummy! It’s my own personal wedgie album!”
My heart skipped a beat and I hopefully said nonchalantly, “Oh? Really?”
Kylie however saw through me and playfully punched me in the shoulder, “Oh don’t start slobbering all over me dork, this isn’t an album of me getting wedgies!”
I admit, I’m a bit disappointed. Nevertheless I followed her as she opened up some drawers and vent over to rummage through them. As usual, her frilly waistband was peeking out and this time obnoxiously so.
Before it was just the pink waistband, but now I can see the rest of it and I couldn’t help but bluntly say, “Really? My little pony panties?”
Seeing Kylie’s ears and face turning red was incredibly cute and funny.
Getting an atomic wedgie almost immediately afterwards?
…
Well I admit it was kind of worth it. I didn’t mind the atomic wedgie at all as she plopped me down on her bed and then hopped in afterwards. My tighty whities were stretched under my nose and she was busy shoving her panties back down her leggings.
If a girl and a boy laid down together on her bed, most people would assume naughty things would occur.
But because I’m me however, in my case I’m laid down next to a girl because she wants me to see her album book full of wedgies while atomic wedgied. The things I do for my best friend…or childhood best friend anyway.
While adjusting my atomic so my tighty whities were glued to my forehead rather then my nose, Kylie was flipping through her book with a smile on her cute face.
She giggled and showed me a picture. It was of a younger version of Kylie and me at a party. She was doing the peace sign while next to her, I had my tighty whities stretched out of my shorts. I was also sporting a huge frowny face.
“Remember this one [Anon]?” Kylie said, “This was when we first met. You made fun of me for riding a skateboard and being boyish. I made fun of you for being girly when I tugged on your tighty whities!”
I blushed and rubbed my head. It was the start of many wedgies but I’ll never forget the day I first met Kylie. I gave her a nod, wincing as I did as my atomic tightened.
Kylie flipped through some more pages and giggled. She showed me another picture and this time it was of Jessie. The older Houston sibling was laid down, his tighty whities stretched over his head. He was giving a thumbs up to the camera and Kylie sighed fondly. “It was the first atomic wedgie I ever gave! Jessie rated it an 11/10 hehehe~!”
She flipped a page and this time I saw her dad and mom together. Mr Houston was leaning on a table as Mrs Houston stretched his tighty whities up high! It looked to be a brutal wedgie as her dad’s briefs were up to his neck already!
“This was for Father’s Day. Mom gave daddy the biggest wedgie I ever seen!” Kylie giggled.
The next few photos I saw was of Mr Houston and his briefs. I was surprised to see just how many wedgies Kylie’s dad got, either from his wife or daughter both! Every now and then Jessie would be in there instead. It seems like the gentlemen of the Houston family went through a lot of tighty whities!
Something that Kylie lampshaded as she showed the next photo. It was Mr Houston getting a brutal wedgie by a stern looking old lady. She had his tighty whities in tatters and was busy yanking the rest of it up his butt!
“Daddy thought buying cheaper underwear would be better. Buuuuuuuut we’ve been buying underwear from Miss’ O’Shay’s shop for years and she was not happy to hear daddy was doing business elsewhere.” Kylie giggled.
The next photo was Mr Houston getting another wedgie from the old lady but this time his tighty whities were stretched high above his head. The white cotton was stretched but otherwise had no holes and even more funny to us was that Miss O’Shay was quite short.
As such the old woman was standing on a stool to give this devastating wedgie! Her dad was blushing hard but he had a shy smile as he held up a sign that said, “I’m sorry Miss O’Shay.”
I ended up having a lot of fun going through the album with Kylie, who was an unashamed daddy’s girl. She absolutely adored her father though she had a funny way of showing it in my opinion. I loved my momma but I wouldn’t be giving her wedgies daily!
Nor taking pictures and putting it in an album book either. Nevertheless Kylie got to the next one and perked up.
“Oh! Pay attention loser! This one’s for you,” Kylie teased me. I was going to ask what before she opened to the next page and it was titled “How to give wedgies: 101”
Step 1: Acquire target.
It showed a picture of Mr Houston leaning on a countertop. His tighty whities were peeking above his pants and his shirt had rode up, leaving him wide open.
Step 2: Firmly grasp the waistband.
The next picture showed Mrs Houston grabbing her husband’s waistband in a firm grasp. Kylie’s dad visibly tensed up while Kylie’s mom winked at the camera.
Step 3: Pull hard!
The next picture showed Mrs Houston yanking Mr Houston’s tighty whities up to his shoulders! Another one showed her setting her husband down for a moment. The next showed her yanking him back up again and this time his tighty whities were at his neck.
Step 4: Get an underhand grip after warming up.
I was intrigued by this and the next series of photos showed Mrs Houston switching her grip from simply grabbing the waistband, to now gripping it the underhand way. The next few photos showed how effective it was as Mr Houston’s tighty whities now stretched up over his head!
Step 5: Have fun!
Kylie and I giggled as the next few photos had Mr Houston in a variety of wedgies. Once our laughter had subsided, I gasped as Kylie grabbed my tighty whities and tugged them off my head. As I caught my breath, she gave me a wink.
“So…” she began to say, “What do you wanna do next bud?”
“Ummm…I…I don’t know…” I mumbled, blushing as she gave light tugs on my tighty whities.
“Daddy’ll be home soon. He’d love to see you again I’m sure, you were always his favorite out of my friends heh.” Kylie teased, “Plus…wouldn’t you wanna put everything you’ve just learned to the test?”
It would be nice to give wedgies for once, though it’ll be weird giving it to her dad. Kylie just shrugged though and said it was more common then I would think.
“Of course…I could just give you more wedgies lil dude…expand my album even more~” Kylie giggled, “And if your boy panties rip…wellllll daddy’s got plenty! That or Jessie.”
I blushed hard. Giving wedgies or getting wedgies?
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