Brother Sister Novels & Stories

"What about your other children?" "Your oldest brother is two years younger than you and he will be taking over for me one day and your next brother is a year younger than him and will be his right-hand man and your sister is only ten. She was a surprise, but I know that she would love to meet you. She needs more women in her life."

And if my memory serves me correctly, she called him brother. “Xenia, this is my little sister.” I nod my head thinking as much as I can see the resemblance. Is it weird that he’s introducing me to his sister? That makes this feel more intimate. I barely know him… “This is so exciting. Brother has never brought a hu -- a woman home. I don’t think so. Isn’t that right, Brother?” She looks at him and I stifle a giggle. She’s so young and innocent. I’m sure he’s had many women here, not that he would tell his little sister that.

“It would’ve been easier.” Probably true. “But we’re really glad you’re here,” she continues. “We need you here.” She points at me. Firm. No nonsense. “Mera was my baby sister,” she says. “Which means you’re my brother.” She pauses. “Actually… you’re my little brother.” Her finger pokes the air again. “And little brothers get big-sister supervision.” I raise an eyebrow. “If something’s wrong,” she continues firmly, “you tell me. No bottling things up. No pretending you’re fine.”

“It’s not that my brother ran into trouble, it’s that my brother created trouble, and now the trouble has found its way to me.” As Hugh finished speaking, his phone rang again. He said to everyone, “See, another call is coming. Why don’t they call my parents? They always call me. I’ve been brothers with Hayden for more than twenty years. While we may be close, we’ve never shared a bed or bathed together. How would I know if my brother is a man or a woman? “As far back as I can remember, I’ve always called him brother.” Hugh found out that his brother was actually his sister when he was already an adult because his parents told him.

I said, " And I won't accept any apology, until you change this attitude of yours... I'm your brother... She's not your sister, she's the sister of the woman who tried to kill you and Nico and played on Heaven." " I know Pete... I know that very well... I don't accept her either... I don't trust the entire thing as well. I do have a very detailed opinion on the entire thing Pete but we won't go there. Just keep one thing in your mind, love, I have just one younger sibling... That's you... My brother... Pete... Talking about her; I am treating her like I would treat any kid younger than me. She doesn't take your place, neither for me nor for the oldies." I felt like tearing up with this words

"As you said, my mother was secretive. I could never fully understand her," She nodded. "Lyla would have loved to meet you if she was alive," "Your sister is dead?" She nodded. "And your brother?" "It's unfortunate but he is alive, barely," she sighed, sinking into her chair. "My sister died during childbirth and the child never made it. Shortly after, my brother lost his wife to a rogue attack. The only thread of sanity he has left are his children and Lyla's only child in his care," so I have more cousins.

"Sister-in-law, you’re my second brother’s whole world. How could I not know you?" "Second brother?"

“I can see that. You’re lucky to have each other.” “Do you have a brother or sister?” she asked. “Yes. A younger brother.” “Is he your best friend like Ethan is mine?” Her question caught me off guard. My brother Adrian and I had never been best friends. Competition, resentment—that was our bond. “We’re... different,” I said. She accepted that, but Ethan kept watching me closely. “You look familiar,” he said. “Have we met before?” My pulse quickened. “I don’t think so. Maybe I just have one of those faces.”

She made a show of slipping the ring off while saying, in a voice dripping with provocation, "You've really lucked out to have married such a wonderful husband, Phoebe. Mateo is such a thoughtful and attentive man." I scoffed inwardly. Mateo had always maintained the reputation of a devoted and considerate man, a model of what a husband should be. Yet this "paragon of virtue" had impregnated his own sister-in-law. Lily tugged at the wedding ring several times, her efforts only succeeding in making her finger red and swollen. She choked back a sob, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I can't take this off, and it hurts so much, Mateo."

Katrina turned at the feel of his closeness, and she almost collided with him. The air between them tightened, charged, and her pulse suddenly became loud in her ears. She barely had time to inhale before he leaned in and kissed her, swift and silencing every thought in her head. When he pulled back, Katrina stared at him, a bit stunned, her lips parted slightly. “Do brothers kiss their sisters like that?” Jace asked quietly, his gaze still lingering on her lips. Katrina swallowed hard, trying not to falter. “Well, I heard brothers tend to be overly protective of their sisters,” she said lightly, forcing the words out.