2-year Age Gap Siblings Novels & Stories

I said to him with a small shrug of my shoulders. “I figured. So, it’s an older brother?” He asked and I started to shake my head instantly. “No, no. It’s a younger brother. He’s my younger brother and there’s a three year gap between us.” I said to him with another small shrug of my shoulders, my mind immediately moving over to the part where it almost never felt like there was any kind of age gap between us, because of how he started to act at a particular point. “That sounds really cool. So you’re the one protective of him, since you’re the older one between the both of you.” Ryan asked and I found myself grinning a little at that.

"Trent is the oldest of his two siblings. What is the age gap between him and his youngest sister?" Shit. I might brag about knowing everything about Trent, but I am not exactly good at numbers and I rarely meet his sister because she's studying in another country. Trenton is twenty-seven and his brother is twenty-five I think, but how old is Trish? As far as I know, she's still a freshman. I chose twenty-two and turned right but I knew I chose the wrong answer when I turned a few times and failed to see the next round. I groaned in frustration when I jumped over some obstacles before going back to the first round to choose nineteen and this time, I was correct.

As the heavy velvet curtains were pulled open, I froze in absolute shock. "Surprise!" The room was filled with soft candlelight and floating balloons. Standing there, holding a small cake with lit candles, was my mother. Beside her, grinning from ear to ear, was Thea. My breath caught in my throat. In the chaotic aftermath of being fired, I had completely forgotten. Today was my twenty-third birthday. "You didn't think we'd let you forget, did you?" Thea laughed, stepping forward to pull me into a tight hug.

“Oh, I am. I pretty much raised him. He’s nineteen, so the nine-year age difference made me feel more like his mother than anything else, though I guess you get that. You’re the oldest.” I nod because I don’t know what else to do. Quinn is eight years younger than me, but I never felt like a parent to her. I probably annoyed her growing up—and still to this day—by being an overprotective older brother, but that’s all I was. Her brother. I never felt like I had to raise her or step in and fill a role. “I have a sister too,” she goes on, turning her head down to look at the dishes she’s washing. “She’s twenty. We didn’t get along growing up much either. For the same reasons.”

Megan burst out loud. Her parents looked over in confusion. Megan then became awkward. "The age gap is too big. Mr. Belasco is 40 years-old already." When she said that, she felt a little guilty. "For normal people, a ten-year difference in age is a little too much. But it would still be considered alright for the richest man in Southlake. Perhaps Jenny would consider dating an excellent man like him," Miranda said. "That's right. We'll just create an opportunity for them. The rest would depend on two of them," George agreed.

I put Camilla in her high chair and went to get some Cheerios for her. "So what do you think?" Jaxon asked, nodding at Camilla. I smiled at her as I gave her a bit of cereal. "It’d be a challenge to have two and keep writing... but it would be nice to give her a sibling. Everyone I talk to says it’s important not to let the age gap get too big... you think we could manage? You might need to spend more time home with me once they are born." Jaxon moved around and kissed me, wrapping me up in his arms.

William chuckled, "Uff… that is a big 35 years, Leo." Luke smiled at his half brother, Leo. They had a huge age gap between them. Luke was 8 years old when Leo was born. No matter how much Luke loathes Anna, he has always loved Leo. Luke held no anger towards Leo and vice versa. People would think half brothers are rivals in every way. But in the Sawyer brothers' case, it was absolutely different. Leo always looked up to Luke and even followed his footsteps through school and college. "Well, thank you boys for coming to the party and congratulating me," William said. Luke said, "That is the least we could do."

They were both well-off, yet they never seemed to care about my achievements or struggles. I had two siblings, Olivia, my little sister, and Lucas, my younger brother. Olivia was seven, with long black hair, pink lips, and large eyes framed by long lashes. She was beautiful, and my mother’s darling. Lucas was six, and he looked so much like Olivia that sometimes strangers mistook them for twins. The age gap between me and my siblings was significant, eleven years with Olivia and twelve with Lucas, but that didn’t make my parents treat me any better. I came out of my room to find the whole family seated at the dining table, waiting for me. Usually, breakfast was already prepared, but not toda

she said. Even though my parents’ marriage lasted fifty years, it never inspired me to want the same. They were more like business partners than lovers. Mom got married at twenty. After having four sons, my parents believed their family was complete. But God had other plans. Mom got pregnant again at forty-three, and then I came along. The age gap between me and my brothers was so wide that I never truly felt like I had siblings. I was only really close with Ario, the fourth-born. We’re thirteen years apart.

Being the youngest of the royal firstborns, she was greatly pampered especially by the two boys. Nikolai was older than her by a whopping seven years while she and Désire were six years apart. These age gaps played a major role in them assuming the role of strict brother and soft brother. Nammin was a beautiful girl.