Brother Complex Novels & Stories

Brooklyn asked me when we got back to our dorm. “Yeah,” I said, “I’m fine. I mean, he saved me from certain death and then vanished. What’s the big deal?” Brooklyn sighed. “It’s not his fault. My brother doesn’t know how to love people. Our parents died a few years back, and he hasn’t been right since. He had to take over the family company at a young age and he’s---” “A complete jackass about it?” My friend laughed. “Yeah. He’s a complete jackass about it. But um…don’t worry about it. He’ll come around. Just---”

“A bother? It wasn’t bothersome at all.” “Brother’s scent…… I like it.” Then he brought up my body scent again. I don’t know why he keeps mentioning the smell, but he seemed like a child longing for his mother’s scent, so it was quite cute. Even though he was growing so tall, I didn’t feel bad about him acting spoiled. Usually, guys say it’s gross when brothers act cute, but I still don’t understand why they say that. Just looking at him makes me feel warm and fuzzy and my lips naturally relax.

“Why?” I sighed, releasing her from my embrace. I took hold of her hand once more and began to walk toward our home. “He is a complex individual, shall we say. It is not that he is nasty. But, he simply likes to live a certain way, I suppose you could say…” I faltered now, wondering how best to describe my brother without making him sound bad. I knew deep down he was a good guy, and wanted the she-wolf next to me to see the same.

And all this while, he got the guts to call himself her brother. "No" she whispered as the memories kept coming. there wasn't the a single pleasant memories she had about andrew. The tears couldn't stop flowing as she recall more and more abuse she suffered in the hands of Andrew; in the hands of her own brother. "are you crying already" Kaitlin mocked "I haven't even..." "that's enough. I don't want to hear anymore" her head was hurting really bad and she felt like if she tried to recall too much, it might just bust open.

you know my mother is drugged out of her mind the kids are asleep I have seen you give a blowjob before now make me happy" Oh my God which mean he's been following me who knows for how long a small sick part of me gets excited I can't explain it this is my Stepbrother who's seventeen I am twenty one I could go to jail. My thoughts are disturbed when he frees his huge erection he brings my face closer the other hand grips his erection slaps me with his huge erection.

His stern demeanor can be intimidating, and I often find myself trying to avoid his wrath. Andrew, my older brother, is the star athlete, the golden child. He excels in everything he does, especially sports. He's the quarterback of our high school football team and has a natural leadership that draws people to him. Andrew and I have a complicated relationship. He’s always ready to stand up for me against bullies, but we fight constantly at home. Our fights are mostly about small, stupid things, but they always seem to escalate quickly. Despite our arguments, I know he cares about me, even if he doesn’t always show it.

On his deathbed, he handed over the Maxwell Corporation and me, twelve years old at the time, into Leon’s care. Everyone said my brother was the perfect heir. However, I knew better. Behind that polite, gentlemanly mask was a ruthless lone wolf. I stood outside Leon’s study, my hand hovering over the door handle, hesitating to push it. Finally, I sucked in a breath and twisted the knob. The familiar scent of cedarwood hit me immediately. The air felt chill and restrained, just like him. “Huh? He’s not here?” Seriously? He told me to come back, and then he wasn’t even home.

Shame she wasn’t mine. On the other end, I heard my brother curse low. “Stop f**king saying that,” he snapped. His voice wasn’t steady either. Her thighs rubbed together under her dress. She was lost. I leaned one shoulder against the wall, arms crossed, just watching her come apart. Interesting. Really f**king interesting. Second Brother never bothered with family business unless it served him. He didn’t lift a finger for anyone—not even Godfather. So why her? Even now, he didn’t sound angry. More like… invested.

I asked, taking a piece of my food and popping it into my mouth. He nodded in agreement, setting his glass down carefully. “Yeah, you’re right. But I only came back because of Ethan.” My eyes widened. “Really? How so?” He leaned back in his chair, the fabric of his shirt stretching across his shoulders as he got comfortable. “Well, the company was entering a new era by expanding its operations across so many countries. I knew how stressful and frustrating it would be if anything doesn’t work out the way he wanted it to. So I decided, by being around, I could assist in any way I can. Even though I might not be familiar with things in this field. But most importantly, I came back to show him m

I feel like I could jump through the window if I weren’t on the fourth floor. I can’t control the nervous act of chewing my inner cheek and tugging on the hem of my shirt. “You’re sick,” I croak, looking away from his blazing eyes filled with satisfaction. “Don’t you think it’s a little too absurd for someone as sick as you to insinuate that? You don’t fucking take advantage of your drunk stepbrother, Mad.” He keeps emphasizing the word stepbrother like we really share the same blood. “Stepbrother,” I retort.