Andy was clearly distraught. He had been unable to locate his missing toys for the past 2 days, and there was the strong possibility that his mother had accidentally thrown them out. He was just finishing packing the last of his boxes, when he chanced to look out his bedroom door and noticed his sister, Molly, coming up the stairs with a glass of lemonade. He sighed, momentarily forgetting about his toys. He would miss his baby sister. Sure, he'd see her at Christmas and in the summer, but it just wouldn't be the same.
"Molly," he called, causing her to turn and look at him, "I just wanna say I'll miss you."
Molly smirked, "Andy, we've already said goodbye, like, 9 times."
"I know, but you're my baby sister, and I just want you to know I'll always think of the fun we had growing up together."
"Same here," Molly said, as she and Andy moved in for a hug.
Andy smirked, "Besides, I haven't done THIS yet today."
"What?" Molly asked, her eyes going wide as she felt her brother's hands going into the back of her pants. Molly mentally cursed herself for falling for this AGAIN.
Andy gripped his baby sister's pink granny panties in his hands and pulled up, electing squeals form the girl. (Andy had looked out the window and saw his mother outside by the car, so he knew he had a couple minutes.)
One day when Molly was 6, she complained to Andy about her undies riding up her butt, and that was what started Andy giving them to her. Nowadays, she got a wedgie from her older bro at least once every 2-3 days. She never told their mom because she wasn't a tattler, and their mom never caught him, either. Occasionally he'd wake her up with a wedgie, or give her one when she had friends over, or just at random times, like now. But he was never cruel. He never gave her a messy wedgie, only when she had directly ticked him off did he give her a variation (hanging or atomic), and he never wedgied her for too long.
"Gonna miss this," Andy said, continuing to bounce Molly, "I mean, when I need to pull a prank, whose granny panties am I gonna be able to yank?"
"Not mine," Molly groaned, "And I'm hoping Mom will let me buy my own underwear soon."
"But why? I mean, aren't big old granny panties...wedgie proof?" Andy couldn't help but chuckle at his own terrible pun.
"Yeah, totally," Molly rolled her eyes despite the pain she was in, "They're also incredibly dorky and unfashionable. They basically scream, 'I'm a nerd.'"
"Yes you are," Andy said, giving his sister's panties one last yank before dropping her on the floor, "Love ya, gotta go finish packing." Andy gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed back into his room.
Molly sighed as she stuffed her pink grannies back into her pants and got to work on picking her wedgie. Though she loved her brother dearly, the future lack of wedgies was one reason she was GLAD he was going away to college.
Just a little something I thought of a while back. After ll, even the most loving of siblings can't help but play pranks on each other once in a while.
