Brother Novels & Stories

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.

I nudged him and he looked up at me. “You called Enzo fratellino, right?” I swallowed the bite of chicken I had in my mouth. “No. I called him fratello. Fratello is brother in Italian. Though, technically, he is my fratello maggiore which is older brother.” “Then what’s fratellino?” “Little brother.” Keenan looked at me, his eyes wide. “Atamansha…” He looked like he was about to cry but then his brow furrowed. “Wait…I’m older than you.”

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

Turned on his heel. And walked away. I crumbled. Curled into myself, I sobbed until my throat went raw. If I could reach into my chest and tear out the aching organ, I would’ve. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps again. Through my blurry vision, I saw the black polish of Alexander’s shoes. My eyes trailed up to find him adjusting his cufflinks. “I’m heading to the office,” he said flatly. I said nothing. Only Alexander Westwood would go into the office mere hours after marrying his brother’s bride.

he said forcing a smile. Up close, it was a bit worse. He looked exhausted and worn out. My gaze flicked between him and Bruno junior. Then I remembered. “Oh!” I said. “BJ, this is…” “Roberto,” BJ finished. “My brother,” I added. “Roberto, meet Bruno junior, the one father told us about. Brother…. meet brother.” There was a brief silence immediately I uttered the last word. Bruno junior gave Roberto a weird glance, he nodded uninterested and looked away.

Things would never be the same between us. He was my brother but the way he felt and the way he made me feel was not the same. I couldn't explain it but my heart fluttered in my chest like a butterfly in a jar. All it wanted was to escape and right now the only escape was in the lips kissing mine, I grabbed his face with both hands and deepened the kiss as I kissed back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

she said and that seemed to calm him a bit as she could hear him exhale. "This friend of yours, does Mom and Dad have his contact and address?" he asked. "Nope," April replied. "Send it to me immediately after this call and you better pick up when I call," he said, leaving no room for any argument. "Aye aye captain," April replied and he disconnected the call. She immediately sent him Nate's contact and address. "Your brother?" Nate asked. "How did you know?" April asked. "Because I'm an older brother too and I have little sister," he chuckled.

"What of Max? I think I will—" "You don't owe him anything," Brother said in a clipped tone. He sounded pissed for reasons I wasn't familiar with. "It's just—" "Let's go." This time, he didn't stop until we reached the stairs. He gently led me downstairs and towards the others, who were now sitting in a circle. "Oh, you found your baby boy?" Max's brother arched a brow at him. "I'm sorry, but we have to go. Something came up," Brother apologised to his friends.

“Oh God, Dad, yes…” He chuckled as he added a third finger, stretching me like he had been craving this for a long time. “Good girl.” Then his phone buzzed. He pulled back just enough to glance at it. “Fuck. Your brother is on his way home. You want him to see you like this? My fingers in your tight little cunt, my mouth on your tits?” My breath hitched. My brother was built like a fucking god, with a cock that had ruined more than one girl in college a few months back. The idea of him walking in, of him joining…