Ethan Crumbley Siblings Novels & Stories

"Your brother? But... I didn’t know you had a sibling." Ethan gave a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, I’m the child from our father's illicit relationship, but Mr. Charles never acknowledged my existence," he said, his voice calm yet tinged with sadness. Dominic looked at Ethan, appearing anxious. "Ethan, we don't have time to discuss that now. We're facing Rachel and Jared." "I know about the scandal," Ethan interrupted. "And I know how dangerous this situation is for both of you."

I got us ready the moment I saw Liam’s message and by the time he got home, it took him another thirty minutes to get ready before we settled inside the car. “Mom.” Ollie called from the backseat. “Someone has a crush.” He said. Ethan hits his hand and we laughed “I know.” I whispered. “I think it’s cute.” “It’s weird mom.” Ethan mumbled against his breath. “It’s not, I want you to be able to talk to me about these things, you know I had a crush before.” I smiled. I began to tell him all about my teacher, it felt crazy how I didn’t forget about it, and Liam told him about his too, his was an assassin that worked for his father when he was ten, that was weird.

That didn't sit well with Ethan. "Caspien, stop it, will you?" Ethan said, his patience wearing thin. "Spill it. Where are your friends? Where's Shaun? The last thing I heard from your dad was that you were out partying, so we didn't call you because we wanted you to enjoy the moment. Sabrina really wanted to Facetime with you since yesterday to greet you, but I didn't allow her." Caspien smiled, hearing that. Sabrina was Ethan's younger sister, and Caspien also treated her like a younger sister, although she had a crush on him.

The next day, they awoken to watch the local news and papers only to discover that on the headline, was their family name. "From a very reliable source, we have come to learn that Jason junior Samuel Macaulay, age twenty one has impregnated his very own sister, Annabelle Naomi Macaulay, age nineteen. What is the world turning into since a brother now have sex with his very own sister? What an abomination. Citizens are left to wonder what their parents were doing that such atrocity happens in their home but they had no idea.

Unfortunately, their tragic death in a fire had left Ethan an orphan at the tender age of 11. But fate had more in store for Ethan, as his uncle Mr Darth saw an opportunity to satisfy his greed. Darth, a manufacturing supervisor in the shoe department, tried to manipulate the will in his favour after his brother's death. When that didn't work, he sent Ethan abroad to study and took over the company, putting his son Liam in charge

I teased, forcing a laugh, but my pulse quickened. William had always been the steady one, a mechanic with callused hands that fixed everything, including my broken heart after my last boyfriend ghosted me. From the doorway, Ethan chuckled, the younger stepbrother at twenty-seven, leaning against the frame with a beer in hand. Taller and leaner, with tousled brown hair and a smirk that screamed trouble, he was the artist type, freelancing graphic designs while crashing at home. "Festive? More like torture. Remember last year when he sang off-key the whole drive up?" His green eyes flicked between us, catching the charged air.

He spoke to Ethan in a condescending tone. It wasn't that Ethan had never received such insults from other people. In fact, he received them too often. However, this insult made him feel truly degraded. Not only did the man look at him with disgust, but he also treated him like a disgusting animal. He guessed that the man knew his background. Therefore, he seemed to have a reason to put Ethan down. Ethan Miller came from a lower class family. His parents had abandoned him when he was still a child. They weren't dead, but had deliberately thrown him out onto the street as if they didn't care about him.

Ethan asked as we crossed a main street. “All my life.” I answered. “My parents were high school sweethearts, and settled down here after they had my sister.” “You have siblings?” He said with more excitement than I was prepared for. “Two sisters.” I answered. “One older, one younger.” Ethan was quiet for a moment. I could tell he was thinking about something but I wasn’t sure if I should ask. We approached King’s Bar and Ethan opened the door for me. “Leprechaun!” Everyone in the bar shouted as we entered.

He gently imprinted a kiss on the girl's forehead, then turned off the light and went out quietly. The living room downstairs was ablaze with lights. Darren is reading the newspaper, the old man is drinking tea, and Hannah is teasing little Edmund on the sofa. His younger brother, Edmund, is only two months old now. When his son is born, these two uncles and nephews are of the same age. Maybe they will grow up together, fight and rob stationery. When they grow up, he may rob women with Tuanzi as uncles. At the thought of this, Ethan's headache jumps suddenly. It's a terrible experience just by thinking about it. He shook his head for thinking so far.

“You really couldn’t tell the difference, huh?” I scrambled back until the headboard stopped me, sheet clutched like it could undo the last half hour. My mind spun. Jake had mentioned an older brother once, some family rift years ago, but a twin? No. Never. I would’ve remembered. I would’ve asked a million questions. “Name’s Ethan,” he said casually, like we were sharing coffee instead of me sitting here leaking his cum. “Identical. Jake never told you? Figures. He’s always been the greedy one.”