Brothers Best Friend Novels & Stories

There are at least fifty people crammed into our apartment. Probably more. Will wraps his arm around my waist, guiding me toward the kitchen. My brother is standing in front of the keg, helping hold a guy upside down. They’re all shouting Chug! Chug! Chug! When Adam drops him, he stumbles against the cabinet and laughs hysterically. It's straight out of some lame college movie.

"Well he is one of my business partners and I consider him my best friend." My boyfriends bestfriend is my brother. Oh my this is kind of illegal right? I think I've read one story like this. The older brother got angry with his bestfriend because he hook up with his sister! Oh my God no! "Gideon! He will disapprove of our relationship!" I exclaimed. "What are you saying love?" "I mean he is your bestfriend!" "So?" "I mean brothers doesn't like their sister dating their friends right? Like a- like a dude code!"

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

Because the truth was, everyone would judge the fuck out of an incestuous relationship. Behind me, the family gathering buzzed with laughter, conversations, and the clinking of glasses. We all got together for an after-Christmas, pre-New Year’s Eve party. It was the only time anyone really had time to meet up. But this was the second year in which I felt removed from it all. Because my attention has been on obsessing over my brother's best friend. Frankie. My big brother's best friend. He was three years older than my tender nineteen years and built like the linebacker he was. I could imagine him dressed in his football uniform as he played college football, showing up other players as he la

He looked hot in it, his right eyebrow arched, his eyes looking dangerous—it was clear he didn't anticipate having his picture taken, given his scowl. "My friends are just so weird, meddling as usual. We all have spare keys to each other's places in case of emergencies, and your crazy brother Lennox came up with the idea," I wanted to cry tears of joy; their friendship was truly remarkable. I was happy for him and my brothers because they found true friends who accepted them for who they were. They might seem rough and straightforward with each other, but that was their way of showing they cared, of showing their affection. "You're so lucky to have them."

I see them wiping their eyes, nodding. "I want to thank some people who made this possible," I continue. "Brandon—" I find him in the front row, grinning like an idiot. "Thank you for being my brother in every way that matters. For never giving up on me even when I gave you every reason to." He salutes me with two fingers, his eyes suspiciously shiny. "Isaac and Pablo—you two are the best friends anyone could ask for. Thank you for sticking by me through everything." They nod, Isaac's arm around Yara's shoulders.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that it would be my brother's best friend. The memories of the past came rushing back in my mind. I recalled how my twin brother was broken when he lost his best friend. Mathew Martinez was not only my brother's best friend, he was our friend too and one of the best men that we had in our team. He was more like a family and we used to consider him as one of us. “ Are you sure this is real or there's a mistake?” I couldn't help it but ask Diego just to make sure that it wasn't a case of mistaken identity. Even though I didn't want to admit it, deep down I wished he could tell me that it wasn't true.

Red said. Blue stepped back, ready to begin the serenade. “Today is so special for both of us, so I want to honor you with a song,” Blue began. He smiled and raised his right hand. “I promise I won’t complain about my hands hurting today—because I’m singing for the person I love the most… you.” Red smiled as tears began to well up in his eyes. It made him so happy to see his brother doing something just to make him smile. Blue started to play his guitar. The song he had chosen for his twin was “One Friend” by Dan Seals. For him, it was the perfect song to represent their relationship as brothers and best friends.

He didn't even love me then why act so possessive when I was just hugging someone I know. To say about Brandon. He is like my non blood related brother. My first bestfriend Rose and Brandon little brother are dating. I become his friend since middle school. And I meet Brandon who save me God knows how many times. I would share everything him, he always be there for me. Brandon at first didn't knew about me. But one day he came to meet Rose with his brother for something in the evening and witnessed the site of some boys bullying me in a drunken state while Rose was trying to save me. He was shocked.