Brother Sister Novels & Stories

She laughed, "One tutoring session at a time. Anyway, let me know how things go with Adrian, and if you need backup for that gaming challenge, I'm just a call away." I laughed as she said it as it sounded so hilarious to me. But I appreciated her presence. As I hung up with Olive, my mom popped her head into my room, her expression expectant. "Jane, dinner's ready. Can you call your brother, Adrian?" I frowned at the mention of the word "brother." "Brother?" I echoed, my tone laced with reluctance. Mom sighed, her expression mirroring a mix of patience and understanding. "Jane, he is your stepbrother. It's time you accept him as family."

Of course, she did that in a jiffy of seconds! She cast a triumphant smirk in the wife's direction, her tongue darting out to swipe across her lower lip as she reveled in the shock and fury she saw in the other woman's eyes. "Now, let's go, brother," she purred, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "We've got a lot of catching up to do.” The relationship between the brother and sister was as tight as a knot, tied together by years of shared secrets and unspoken understandings. Their bond was so close that Stephanie managed to know about her brother who has long woken up from coma even before the rest of the family was informed.

After all, even though they were close siblings, at the age when her brother got married, she couldn't say these words in front of her sister-in-law. "The good relationship between the older brother and younger sister is enviable," Britney said slowly. "It's just that Livia looks like she's in her mid-twenties, so it's better not to be too close to her brother. Otherwise, sister-in-law might really get jealous!" After saying that, she deliberately smiled. It seemed like a serious statement, but it also sounded like a joke, implying that she might also get jealous.

I nodded to him and immediately went up to my room. I immediately took the letter from my bag and read it all over again. Little Sister...I have a sister. We were separated when we were babies. But why? Mommy or even Daddy didn't say anything about me having a brother. I thought I was the only child. Who is he? Is it an older sister? or a brother? Since it says here little sister, does that mean there was someone before me? But...why didn't we grow up together? Why is that?

' she thought Subconsciously, after Realizing her thoughts she scolded herself as she knew that it might not be happening so soon as the latter just went through a break up. [ Hmm, we'll see. ] " Hey girls " she Greeted attracting the attention of the two. " Hello, Sis Stella. " Rose greeted as she embraced Stella. " Wait, you guys address one another as Sis? " " Yes. " " But I thought that Sisters are one's biological Sibling, or am I wrong? " " You are right dearie but you can also address someone you like very much as Sister too, it does not necessarily need to be your Biological sibling. "

*FLASHBACK* "Karla don't push your brother too high please." "Okay, mama." My brother always ask to go higher but I always got in trouble when I did. My sister is a year older than me. she didn't want anything to do with the younger kids at all. After giving my little brother a bath I walked to the living room when I heard my mom and dad quietly yelling at each other. "She is 13 years old she is not even my daughter." I hear my dad say.

Stepping closer, I said, "If you hurt her—i mean, if you touch even the strands of her hair—" "Relax." She rolled her eyes in frustration. "I'm not a monster." But you took her. "No," replied Rachel. "I've got her back." My brow furrows. "What on earth are you talking about?" She walked towards me, arms wide in anticipation of a hug. "My entire life, I was the shadow. You were the ideal daughter, The lovely one, The intelligent one, The heir." "You were my cousin," I replied. “No, Naomi,” she whispered, her voice hardly audible. “I was your sister.”

“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.”

I hadn’t seen that look since… My mother. Beatrice used to do the same thing—scramble to look composed the moment I walked into her room, even when her hands were shaking, even when her eyes were swollen from crying. The memory hit me so hard it stole the air from my lungs. I could still see her sitting on the bed in her nightgown, trying to smile for me while the world she depended on collapsed beneath her feet. All because of Catherine. All because my father brought home my mother’s best friend—pregnant, five months, with a child that wasn’t hers.

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”