Ball Brothers Age Novels & Stories

Jake was in agreement that it went a bit too far and shared his own story of Jonathan kicking him out of their shared bedroom when they went on vacation at 18 to bring a girl to the room. We talked for a few more minutes as Jordan finished up on the grill. Jake was easy to talk to. We talked mostly about family. I shared about growing up in Naperville, Illinois with a younger sister and parents who just celebrated their 35th wedding anniversary. Jake shared that he was the middle of four siblings. Jonathan and Jake were only 11 months apart, with Jonathan the older of the two. They have two younger sisters who also work for the family company. His mom died a few years ago from cancer and his

Ian (Dad) replays from the other side of the room "Okay, Umm question. How many brothers do I have? "I asked causing Chase to chuckles as he walks into the room and said "Enough to keep everyone away from you" I looked at him worried but sigh out a relief when Ian spoke and I went back to my game "You have 5 brothers Damian who's 25 and Chase who's 23 who you already met and then there's Liam who's 21 and then the twins Oliver and Elliot who's 17 and if any one of them bothers you, you come to me and I'll sort them out" I giggled at the last words it's like they think I can't take care of myself.

"It's true, bastard. Do you remember when we were little, that you and Uncle Cretheus used to oppress me?" Thaddeus scoffed. "Past is past, Theo. Shut up already." Come to think of it. Cretheus was just a few years older than Thaddeus and Theodore. Cretheus was 42 years old, while my twin mates were turning 40 soon. "Basically, you three are like brothers?" I couldn't help chiming in when they started to push each other, but I halted them before they could hurt each other. I almost sighed that they acted like kids, and it was new to me that they were acting this way.

“Elias, 18.” “Lorenzo,” a boy spoke and he pointed towards the same looking boy, “is my twin, Vincenzo and we both are 16.” “Ryder, 15.” The boy with the glasses said. And lastly I turned towards the other two boys who looked identical. “Zane and Shane, we’re 14.” I nodded once again. I was about to introduce myself again but decided against it since they were once again busy in there own world.

he whispered aloud. "Like, for real, Brad! Chill! You're not the only lawyer in the family. You need to unwind every now and then," said Lewis, his younger brother. He aimed at the golf ball and with one swing of his golf club, he nearly aced the hole. "You're just thirty-nine but you act way older than Dad."

I already knew their ages as well. "Cedric, Your Serene Grace. I am ten years old," the first brother introduced himself before gesturing his hands to his siblings. "This is Gavriel, eight. Lysander, seven. Percival, six. And my youngest sister, Elysia, five." "Have you all been informed about the reason for my visit?" They all nodded. "Wonderful! I am considering the idea of inviting all of you to come and stay with me. Would that arrangement be acceptable?"

He never stays with any of them. He doesn't do girlfriends. My older brother is a year ahead of me, and so is everyone sitting around the bonfire. He is one of the popular boys in the school, captain of the football team, and someone who has girls tripping over each other to have him just smile at them. It's pathetic. I don't walk around in the same social circle as my big brother. I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah.

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Dallas introduced them leaving the smug guy out. "And I'm Diego Alejandro" He bowed introducing himself but never taking his eyes off Fabio. "He is Enzo's brother" Dallas interpreted, I have heard the name Enzo before but I don't know what they mean by that since he said it like it's a bad thing. "How old are you?" I let my curiosity get the best out of me and he laughed. "He is nineteen" Fabio gritted out. "Ah you wound me big brother" He held his chest.

“I guess the old age is catching up to you sooner than we thought.” Not again. “I’m not even that old,” I grunted. “You’re like two years younger than me. If I’m old, you’re too.” “Nope!” He shook his head, grinning. “When you’ll be seventy with no teeth and a bald patch on your head, I’ll be 68 and still younger.” Was he really my brother? I frowned and turned to look at him as if he lost his brain. “That makes no sense.” “Exactly—” he said proudly before cutting himself off and undoing his seat belt. “They are here. Let’s go.”