Novel & Cerita 1 Brother 3 Sisters

"In a way. But as a side note, I agree with the big guy. It's up to the woman." "Thank you for the opinion I never asked for," Luka grumbles. The cat grins and winks at my brother, "Sure thing, buddy, come back and get some advice whenever you want; I'll be here. Tied up and miserable, 24/7." Luka ignores Sarah's brother's words and questions me, "How is it supposed to work then? The dynamic between three brothers and one woman, huh?" My brother must think I'm some sort of a guru because he won't let me be, but even I don't have all the answers. What I do have is an example I can use. "Mom, dad and uncles figured it out, didn't they?"

"I don't know." Benjeming Waltson was speechless, "Then what exactly did second brother tell you? Only negative energy? Third Sister-in-Law is my home tutor, so I personally witnessed the relationship between Third Brother and Third Sister-in-Law. In this relationship, Third Brother invests even more. He is the one who loves the most, and after leaving the Third Sister-in-Law, Third Brother will not be able to live. " Amily frowned, "Fourth brother … Aren't you exaggerating too much? Third Brother is not a weak person. "

I pointed at his hands. He glanced down, and recognition dawned on his face. “Ah yes, well, I have three sisters, and all three of them, for some reason, thought it would be fun to give birth at around the same time. So I was always the uncle around. My brother just usually found a way to get around those kinds of things,” he said and carefully put them in my arms. “I didn’t know you had four siblings,” I murmured as I held my beautiful babies, not wanting to wake them up.

The Ford brothers are a curse! I exhale sharply and rub my temple. “I’m tired. I don’t feel like eating.” His smile fades. He walks toward me. “Are you okay?” I shove him back. “Leave me alone.” He stares at me, stunned. “What’s wrong, Sara? Talk to me.” Something snaps. “I’m tired!” I shout. “Tired of you! Your stupid brother! Jason! Khlan! All of it! I just want to go home and have some peace!”

I just shook my head and let them help, and while working, I couldn't help but notice that someone was missing. "Where's your little angel?" I asked when I didn't see Bran-bran. Ram gave his son the nickname "Bran-bran," but his real name is Brandon Kiel Santiago, and I am one of his godmothers. "He's with his uncle and auntie. You know how much they adore our son, I mean, who wouldn't adore such a handsome man," he said sounding so proud, and I couldn't agree more. "You're bragging about our son again," Atilla murmured, yet I could hear the pride in her voice.

He smiled and shook his head. "Third." "So you don't have a brother?" He shook his head. "That's where life began its game for me, the only male among three crazy females." He said with a dramatic hint in his voice. I laughed and slapped his hand lightly. "Hey, girls aren't bad." I argued with a playful frown. "Yes, I know that, beautiful, my sisters may be witches trapped in human form, but I love them nevertheless." The emotion that played in his eyes as he spoke about them made me smile.

“Love you too! Fucker!” “You two are very loving toward each other.” I joke and slide my legs across the extra-large couch. “Has he found himself a girlfriend yet?” “My brother?” She scoffs and begins to laugh. “Yeah, a girlfriend alright. We’ve been here for a week. I think he’s brought back around seven or eight girls. One night he brought three different girls home.” “At a time?” “Nope.” She calmly admits, playing with her fingernails. “They were triplets.”

“Just curious, little one. You, your father… how many siblings? I feel like I know nothing about you outside this room.” She let out a shaky laugh, half annoyed, half turned on. “Adrian… now?” I nipped her jaw, my thumb circling her clit over again. “Please, I want to know you. All of you, give me all of you.” She sighed, her eyes fluttering as I kept teasing her. “There are three of us,” she finally whispered, voice breathy, as she tried to stiffle a moan. “Me… my older sister… and my little brother.”

"Okay, Daddy, hurry up and call them. I miss my brother." She clapped her hands excitedly, now interested in everything. Benjamin switched the phone page to the contacts page and made a video call to Mark. The four brothers lived in the same apartment and were having dinner at this time. "Big brother, Mark, it's Hannah. I see brother. Wow wow wow, my brother are so handsome, my brother are so humorous, my brother are so dashing?" Mark: "..." Looking at his silly little sister. What the heck was she saying?

Mom didn't know it, but I was more nervous than she was, and… “That reminds me,” I turned to her. She was done and sitting on my bed while I sat in front of the mirror, “You said, sons. How many does he have?” “Three.” “Wow.” Three stepbrothers? That was definitely overwhelming. “How old are they?” “I think the youngest is around your age, and the oldest is 25.” I tried to think of a single father with three sons like that, but none came to mind. “And his identity? You're really not going to tell me until I see him?”