This choice: “Let’s go greet your dad!” • Go Back...Chapter #15“Let’s go greet your dad!” by: Dudeman   It was at that moment when Kylie and I heard the door begin to open with a noticeable creak. The redhead’s eyes gleamed and she perked up noticeably. Turning to me, she excitedly said, “Now is your chance to wedgie daddy [Anon]!"
I stammered out a response, or tried to anyway, but Kylie didn’t give me a chance to respond as she hopped off the bed and began to go downstairs. I felt nervous but I had to admit, it would be nice to give a wedgie for once! Even if it was to my crush’s dad!
I was by the top of the stairs when Kylie shushed me with a giggle.
"Kylie! Jessie! I'm home!" Kylie’s dad cried out.
The redheaded girl smirked and turned to me, "I'll distract him so you can sneak up behind him. This is going to be great heehee~"
“U-Uhm o-okay!” I stammered out. Without further response, Kylie then skipped down the stairs with a happy hum.
“Hi daddy! You’re home early!” Kylie said cheerfully. While she was chatting with him, I began to sneak down the stairs as quietly as I could. While doing so, I could see that Kylie was hugging her dad tightly, the man laughing joyfully.
Mr. Houston was a rather effeminate man. Like his Kylie when she was younger, Mr. Houston had a messy set of blonde hair that he had tied up into an equally as messy ponytail. Standing at 5’6, he was just barely shorter than his daughter who had her mother’s height, with a slender, almost curvaceous body!
He had prominent hips for a man and he had what Kylie and I always teased as bowling balls for a butt! Even now, it was straining in its black chef’s pants, the tight material showing off major pantylines!
Something that his daughter took notice of immediately as she excited mimed pulling her hands up and down.
“I really need to stop indulging your mom and you so much ya know that?” Mr. Houston said with good cheer as he shook his head and turned around.
“Yay! I love you daddy!” Kylie said with a laugh as she grabbed the thick waistband sticking above his pants. With one strong tug, she revealed the man’s tighty whities with a quick wedgie!
“Ooof. Solid tug there sweetheart!” Mr. Houston said with a wince. He then let out a more quiet yelp as Kylie shifted her grip and grabbed the exposing legholes. "Oohhhhhhh…I see that you’re still trying to give wedgies as good as your mother!" he added cheerfully.
“I learned from the best!” Kylie giggled, finally managing to get enough fabric out that she began launching them up quicker and stronger. I even saw Mr. Houston’s feet leaving the ground a few times as Kylie began bouncing his tighty whities!
“Okay dear, let me at least get something to drink before you try to put me into an atomic!” Mr. Houston laughed.
“Only if I get to hold onto these bedsheets daddy!” Kylie taunted.
True to her word, she kept up a solid tugging on his growing briefs as the two relocated to the kitchen countertop.
As I snuck up closer, I overheard their continuing conversation.
“So how was your day daddy?" Kylie asked.
Mr. Houston then responded "Besides getting a wedgie by my daughter as soon as I got home? Great, because that was my first wedgie today!" he said ruffling Kylie’ head.
“Hey!” the girl shrieked, letting go of his tighty whities. They trailed down behind him like a rather long tail of cotton!
Perfect! As they were talking, he even leaned on the counter with his butt sticking out, just begging to be wedgied again! As I started to slowly walk over they moved to a new conversation.
“How was your day sweetie?" Mr. Houston asked, "I heard from a little birdie that your crush is going to your school starting today!"
I stopped for a moment to try to hear what they were saying but they were whispering.
“Uhm…who would that be?” Kylie asked while blushing profusely.
Mr. Houston responded by saying "[Anon] of course!"
I blushed but quickly disregarded that. It was probably just rumors. Kylie was too cool to like a loser like me! She was evening blushing hard right now and she was looking away shyly.
“Daddyyyyyy!” Kylie whined.
The man just laughed, "I'm sorry kiddo! I shouldn't have said that. How about I come to your club? Show them some pointers? Will that make you happy?"
She started to nod her head up and down and as Mr. Houston laughed and asked what day, I finally struck!
I did as the photo album instructed, aiming for his legholes and getting a tight underhand grip! Then I firmly planted my feet before launching the stretched out fabric upwards!
While Kylie did do much of the initial legwork giving him a wedgie, I felt like I was doing a good job as I managed to briefly lift the taller man off his feet and up!
“Oooof! Why hello there [Anon]! I see you saw Kylie's photos." Mr. Houston said with a small grimace, “I definitely felt that!”
I beamed, "I'm not done yet." I added.
As I said that, I began to pull harder and harder, yanking the stretchy tighty whities as far up as I could get them! The fabric easily began to climb up his back and Kylie was cheering me on! Mr. Houston grunted and he tilted his head back, allowing me to cover up his blonde hair with a layer of white cotton!
Snap!
And with that loud snap, I stretched his tighty whities over his face into an atomic wedgie!
“I did it!” I said giddily. I gave my first wedgie! And an atomic wedgie at that!
Click
“Congratulations [Anon]! I bet my hubby sure felt that. Now turn around and smile!” a kindhearted voice said.
I gasped and did just that, turning around to have another photo taken. It was Mrs. Houston, a middle aged redheaded woman whom Kylie got most of her very, very good looks from. She was tall, much taller than her husband at 6’1 and she was like a bombshell, curvaceous and thick! I was blushing up a storm!
“T-Thank you ma’am!” I stammered, causing Kylie to giggle.
“Dork.” she teased.
“Enough of that sweetie. Honey, can you help me make some dinner? And you better not adjust that atomic too much either!” Mrs Houston said teasingly.
“Yes dear.” Mr. Houston responded.
“Would you like to stay for dinner as well [Anon]?” Mrs. Houston asked.
I thought of an answer, all whole Kylie was staring at me with a bright smile and nodding her head.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 Dudeman (UN: nitram15 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
45Powerman has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author