1 Brother 3 Sisters Novels & Stories

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?”

A very dry piece. “Eh …” he stutters and sighs, looking back at the result. “Three males. One female. A, B, and C are full siblings. D’s a half-sibling.” The twins lean over to look at the paper in his hands. Mel gasps. I nearly faint.

he trailed off. “I’d love to,” I said, my hand slipping into his before I had a chance to second guess the instinct. “I met El and Boston already, right? They were great.” A little smile lifted one corner of his full lips as he looked at me. “They are,” he said. “I’m lucky that way.” He was. An old ache threatened to rise inside me. “I always wished I had a sister,” I told him. “But I’m it.” His eyes were warm, glowing with understanding. “Having three brothers can be a lot,” he said. “But I can’t imagine life without them.”

Eli kept his eyes on me, making me nervous. "So tell me, how was your day? Ready for the big day tomorrow?" he asks, making me look at him with a smile. "I am. I'm excited for my brothers." I say, making him smile. My brothers, who by now, if you haven't figured it out, are Xavier and Alexander. We are triplets. I'm the only girl of the three.

"Third is my big brother, of course, and my little brother. They look exactly the same. So they both come in third!" What? He couldn't even rank number three? Justin felt so much pain in his hornet's nest of a body! "Then what about fourth?" Justin asked. He was already feeling weak. She counted carefully with her fingers, "Fourth, that has to be my uncle! Then my grandfather...my other younger brothers have to rank lower. Because they not mature enough and don't look like men..." "Arghh..." Justin covered his shoulder and cried out in surprise with a frown.

Although, she also planned to add some plants to give it a more of a jungle feel. "Yes, with a little help from my dad. Our original gym got wrecked. My brothers and I can get kind of unruly." Judging by the twinkle in his eyes, he understated. "How many brothers do you have?" "Four and one pesky sister who's worse than them all. What about you?" "Me?" She bit her lip. What to admit? "One brother." "Older? Younger? Prettier?" "Older and bossy," she answered with a laugh.

She has always wanted a big family so this answer will mean a lot to her, I know. “I have four brothers and two sisters.” He tell her and her eyes widen. “Although, you have more than that. Your mother had three sisters and one brother.” He shakes his head sadly. “Although I am not sure that you will ever get to meet them. Most of her siblings have moved away to I don't know where and her relatives that remain behind hate me. Especially her sister, how hates my whole family for some reason.” “Wow.” Bronwen breathes. “Five uncles and five aunts.” She looks so excited. “Will you tell us all about your family? Please?”

"What is that?" "Remember the name of the store? Diwata's?" "Yes." "Well, that name is in honor of my three sisters and me. My hubby cat has three other brothers, and I have three other sisters. Curiously enough, his brothers married my sisters. The four brothers are very peculiar, and I guess that makes us very peculiar too. My three sisters and I are some kind of faerie. But we don't give magickal food to people, and only one of us four is mischievous and likes to tease visitors and people in general.

“I mean, you’re gonna get married someday who knows, he might be your husband!” I don’t want to be the kind of brother who won’t let his sister have love life! His way of thinking is just…I don’t know how to place the word. “Anyways, I’ll drop you off real quick and rush to my girlfriend!” “You’ll leaved me all alone at home?” “Nope! Tonia is home!” I hummed. “How many girlfriends now?” I asked. He laughs. “Just three!” “Three?!” He nods. “it’s not my fault that the girls love me!”

He expressed, his tone calm. My brows drew in at the new piece of information, surprised by statement. He has a sister? I have never heard of that before. It is always he, and his three brothers. It is said the King only has four sons, that is all. There was never anything about a fifth child—a girl.