My brother wedgies me: a mystery wedgie story

Wedgie the First

Before my brother could even dream of giving me a wedgie, he had to know what one was first. I'm sure he had an awareness from watching shows like the Simpsons, but he would learn it from me first.

We shared a bedroom at the time, and so when I arrived home from school, I laid my bags down and spoke to him,
"Numan gave me a wedgie today" He appeared confused, concerned even. "In the changing room, I made the mistake of taking all my clothes off aside my underwear and he gave me a wedgie and everyone laughed at me" This did not repair his confusion,
"What's a wedgie?" He asked
"Oh... um... like when someone pulls up your underwear" I replied
"Do they happen a lot in year 11?" He continued to ask questions
"No... not a lot a lot, just every so often to those of us who wear briefs." I paused "Like once a month"
"What are briefs?" He was 13 I have no idea how he didn't know what briefs were.
"The underwear I wear" I was too embarrassed to ever ask for boxers, my brother was not, I was in football briefs at 15 while he was in calvins at 13.
"Don't you wear boxers?" He's gonna be shocked to find this out
"Let me show you" I lower my school uniform trousers a little bit to show the football pattern on my tighty whities
"Oh them! Yeah Joe wears them. Not many others do though... they're mostly what neeks wear, except Joe, I don't why know why he wears them" He continued wittering on as brothers do.
"Well yeah he gave me a pretty bad wedgie" I said, hoping to finish off the conversation.
"It's pretty embarrassing that all my friends wear more mature underpants than you... like it's really embarrassing" He carried on
"Well I wanna wear boxers..." He cut me off,
"You can wear my boxers for a bit if you let me give you one of those wedgies"
What. He has never heard of a wedgie before today, yet he wants to give me one? I mean I know it won't hurt, he's never given one before, and I'd really like to stop getting pantsed so maybe wearing his (very tight) Calvin Kleins might resolve that issue.
"Okay. You can wedgie me." I said. He appeared so excited at the prospect. He got up from his bed and stood behind me. He gripped ahold of my creased waistband from my lowered trousers and gave a conceited effort to pull as hard as he could. And pull he did. For someone who had (supposedly) never even heard of, let alone given, a wedgie before, he was good(?) at it.
"All this practice on Joe paid off" He said, defiantly
"So you not knowing what a wedgie is was a lie"
"Yes, wedgies hurt more with briefs so it's funnier, that's why I give them to Joe"
He let me go and my cartoon undies snapped back into place, my ass on show since my trousered were lowered.
"Can I get those boxers now?"
"No... there's no way you're wearing my underwear, you gay or something?" Yes but I wasn't going to say it, based on the pain from a normal wedgie I hesitate the think the pain to arise from whatever more he could pull off.
I went into the bathroom to change my underwear, a fresh pair of green camouflage underwear. I tried to hide my waistband so he would refrain from giving me another wedgie, but it wouldn't stay under my trousers so I gave up.