“Yes!!!” I practically shouted before blushing immediately afterwards.
Everyone giggled and Mr. Houston said, "Well then sweetie, come help me make dinner."
"But dad…I'm really bad at it," Kylie whined, scratching her head and pouting.
“That’s why you have to practice. Don't you want to impress your boyfriend in the future?" Mr Houston exclaimed.
She started blushing. "I guess, but only if I get to wedgie you."
"Only after we're all done eating," he said.
Kylie giggled and rushed over to hug her dad, only to give his stretched out briefs a quick tugging!
“Hey! What did I just say, young lady?" Mr Houston griped, Kylie smiling impishly.
Then they started cooking. It was just me and Mrs. Houston left and she began asking me questions like how school was.
"Good, except for all the wedgies." I said with a blush. It felt extra embarrassing saying it to such a gorgeous woman!
“And you came to our house?" She said in puzzlement, making me blush even more.
"You guys are different, you do it to mess around, not to hurt me, and I know you guys." I stammered out.
Mrs. Houston sighed and stayed quiet for a while. I wondered if I said something wrong, then she said, "I want to show you something."
She got a photo album similar to the one Kulie had that was placed on a shelf nearby. I hastily averted my eyes as she stretched up to reach it and flashed me her very nicely toned posterior. I didn’t want to get Kylie or her dad mad at me!
Mrs Houston returned and placed the album down with a faint thud. She then flipped through it before showing me a photo labeled “First day of school  “
It was a younger Mr. Houston being lifted up by his tighty whities, his pants down around his thighs and his butt bright red. He was looking at the camera and his eyes were crossed while Mrs. Houston was giving him a wet willy with one hand while the brother clutched his briefs.
She then explained, "This was my first day of school and where I met my husband."
"How did you meet?"
“We met when I was walking down the hall to orientation and that’s when I saw him. Or rather his big bright red butt stuffed into the trashcan! So I pulled him out and came face to face with the cutest boy I ever met who thanked me for helping him. I asked him if he could take a picture with me he said yes and started blushing. Little did he know I just wanted to showcase my bullying skills.”
"What happened next?"
"I asked him to walk with me.” She said, “As it turned out we had a lot of the same classes.”
She flipped to a different page and showed me a picture of her future husband and her with some other boy and girl in an amusement park.
“Was this when you two started dating?"
"That's right. Those were our best friends but unfortunately things fell apart and I’ll be blunt with you.” She closed the book and gave me a serious look, “I'm showing you this because it’s pretty obvious. My daughter and I really love wedgies. Specifically, we love giving cute boys wedgies. And because I think you are going to hang out with Kylie a lot, you should know she loves wedgies, so if you can't handle that, you should learn."
I wasn’t deterred however and I interrupted her, "I know that Mrs. Houston, I’ve been wedgied a lot by Kylie. And I mean a lot! She literally wedgied me here. So I know what’s at stake!"
“Okay then.” said Mrs. Houston while smiling very smugly.
"Dinner’s ready!" shouted Mr. Houston. Just then, the stairs creaked and a cute if disheveled red-haired boy with baggy pants and a metal rock band t-shirt wakes downstairs.
“Heya mom, dad, sis, and… [Anon]?”
He paused for a second, "[Anon] what are you doing here?"
I shrugged,, "Kylie invited me over. I didn’t expect so many wedgies though."
Jessie looked at his father who had a rather impressive beaver’s tail of tighty whities pouring out of his pants.
The older boy chuckled and ruffled my head as he passed by, "Not bad, Mr. Melons.” he teased for the size of my butt. I blushed hard only to gasp as Mrs. Houston came behind her son and gave a sharp tug to his exposed briefs, sending them flying up his butt and to his neck in one pull! I was astounded!
“His butt might look like a pair of melons but yours looks like beach balls sweetheart.” Mrs Houston chided.
Jessie groaned as Mrs Houston gave a harder tug and got him to his tippy toes, "What have I said would happen if you insulted our guest butts?"
Jessie groaned and said, "A wedgie punishment."
“That is right," she huffed, and she put him back on the ground.
“The rest of your punishment will happen after dinner." she warned, making Jessie gulp.
Dinner progressed normally as Kylie and Mr. Houston started to set the table, and just as Jessie and I were about to sit down, Kylie gave us a quick wedgie! I yelped while Jessie groaned as Kylie stretched our briefs out before attaching them over the chair in a chair wedgie!
Other than that, dinner was delicious. The meal was some sort of soup with some grilled cheese to dip in it. A very simple but exquisite meal.
Though it was oddly silence, so I asked to break the tension with a question to Kylie.
“So I heard you were in a club, which one?" I asked.
"Well, two actually. One is cooking, which is where you can see the results," she said with a small blush, “And the other is the Wedgie Club."
I shuddered. It was pretty obvious what occurs there and wanting to avoid anymore awkwardness (or future danger with how much smiling Kylie was doing, we are in relative silence after that.
While cleaning up once dinner was done, Kylie skipped over to where I was putting the dishes into the sink. Expecting another wedgie attack, I tended my butt only to blink as Kylie tilted her head cutely and shyly asked, “Hey…do you want to spend the weekend?"
I couldn’t help but immediately say, “Yes! I m-mean o-of course I’d love to.”
Kylie giggled before turning to her mother, “Can he sleep in my room?"
Mrs Houston shot me a suspicious look and I wilted, blushing hard and looking away. Despite that, she smiled.
“That is fine with me," said Mrs. Houston.
Kylie was beyond excited and she was vibrating with energy all night. I texted my mom to let her know I’d be staying the night and promised to be on my best behavior.
Kylie in contrast was not as nice. For most people, staying the night at a cute girl’s house would insinuate some intimate or sexy things…
In contrast, I spent the night getting my tighty whites stretched every which way possible! Kylie gave me all sorts of different wedgies, some I never even heard of before! By the time we were done, my briefs were nearly three times their initial size and tattered, with the elastic all worn out and stretch marks everywhere. Small holes even appeared scattered throughout the abused fabric and I blushed hard as Kylie used me as a teddy bear.
It was fun cuddling with her to sleep…but the fact that Kylie was griping my butt constantly and or tugging on my briefs meant that sleep was far away for me!  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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