Brothers Don't Shake Hands Brothers Gotta Hug Novels & Stories

“Mother!” Conrad reaches me first and pulls me in for a hug. I don’t hug him back. When he pulls back, he asks, “What’s wrong?” The same thing happens for each of the four brothers. They come in to hug me, but I refuse to return any of their attention. They each pull away with a question in their eyes. Yet none of them have an apology ready. What the hell! “Sylvia?” Wes asks, the last to hug and be given the cold shoulder. “Is something the matter?”

Whenever I miss her badly I visit that place often but never dare to spend the night there or else I'll go crazy. " H... Hello " Hesitation was clear in his body language. I shook my head at him and pulled him in a tight hug. He's too going through a hard time. He hugged me back with the same emotions as me, we both are best friends and like brothers. " nothing is your fault bro. How can you even think of me so low? " I said punching him on his stomach as we broke the hug. He nervously snatched the back of his head with an embarrassed face. " So, you ain't mad at me? " he questioned while I said, " You're my bro. I'll never be mad at you, you know that right? ". As a response, he nodded his

said the elder brother. “I’m sorry… Sorry… I nearly lost you due to my anger and hatred towards that Delwyn Anderson…” cried out the younger brother again. Erito hugged his elder brother again. He was seen tightening his hug to his elder brother’s intoxicatingly-vitalizing body. “Please let’s stay in this position for quite a couple of moments ahead… I don’t want to do anything else; I don’t want to go anywhere else… I just want to stay here – kiss, lick and suck your lovable and adorable lips,” mumbled the younger brother beginning to caress his elder brother’s cheeks, forehead, down to his chin and lips.

He pulled his tongue back, and that’s when we took turns sensually biting and nibbling each other’s lips. “Ahem!” Heard my brother’s voice. Both Hans and I groaned as we parted from each other and he put me down. “Goodness sake, could you guys please minimize the PDA!?” He frowned, but I saw the trophy in his hand, so I jumped and hugged him, "Oh, my Goddess Samuel, congrats!” “Heavens Jhoanna! We almost fell! But thanks, congrats to you too, sis.” He grinned and then turned to Hans as they made this brotherly handshake of theirs.

"I will leave my first love in your care." I mused. "That... okay." Shawn sighed and dipped his head slightly. "Can I give him a hug?" He asked slowly. I could hear the reluctance in his tone. My eyes flashed. A hug. I glanced at Jared, whose eyes hadn't left us since we stepped aside, and I sighed softly. "Go ahead." Shawn raised a thumb. "Thanks, big brother." He said and turned around, walking toward Jared. Seeing that, Jared also stood up and looked at me.

I commanded and he obeyed immediately, then after a few minutes, my brother came in from the front of the door, thumbs in his pockets, wearing a long mischievous smile and staring at me as he closed the door behind him using his feet, kicking it from behind him. "What do you need?" I asked immediately, I sounded cold as I possibly could. "Woah! Woah! Woah! What a manner? I just came here, are you not going to at least give your brother some welcome hug?" he teased as he sat on the chair across mine and fix his hair as always, trying to look cool as ever. He looked funny, he never changed but I suppress my smile.

I mutter, already knowing they've seen and heard too much. The last thing I need is anyone too far in my fucking business—even if they are my brothers. "Where-" Gator starts, blinking at me like a confused child. "I don't fuckin' know," I snap. "Go walk around. Find a churro stand. Just get lost." Hammer claps Gator on the shoulder with a grin. "C'mon, let's go visit your brothers. Maybe one of 'em's got a bigger head than you."

"So what do you suggest? That we just show up at her door? That will scare her even more." "I am not suggesting anything yet." Ethan's voice was clipped. "I am simply pointing out that your approach might not work. We need to be realistic about this." "My approach is the only one we have right now," Ryan shot back. His usual calm was beginning to crack. "Unless you have a better idea about how to get close to her without terrifying her, I am all ears." The two brothers stared at each other, the air between them thick with tension. Neither one liked to be challenged, especially not by the other. They were too similar in too many ways—both brilliant, both strategic, both stubborn as hell.

“You are brothers first. Treat each other with respect.” “Yes, mother,” we answered in unison. The script we’d recited all our lives. Brothers first. The phrase hung in the stale air of the room long after she was led out. I touched my cheek, the sting still hot, still humiliating. Across from me, Julius grinned, wide and self-satisfied. But it wasn’t his smirk that gnawed at me—it was my own outburst, my own compulsion to prove myself, to shove every detail of my intimacy with Allie into their faces. What did I gain? Nothing. Nothing but shame.

~ Julian ~ I was buried in quarterly reports when Raymond knocked and told me my brother was waiting. My shoulders tightened. Adrian and I had barely spoken since our fight at the last board meeting about expanding into Asia. Our relationship had been cold for years — more competition than brotherhood. “Let him in,” I said. Adrian came in like a storm. He slammed the door instantly and paced a little in my office, breathing quickly, and his hair got messy from running his hands through it.