I Love My Younger Brother Novels & Stories

She said making the Emperor's brow wrinkled. "What do you mean by that? You have a younger brother? How come?"He asked. "Yeah, I have a younger brother but we are half. I mean, he's my half brother but I'be always treated him like he is my own brother, he's also smart and always do something to make the burden which I always carry on my own, feel light. He can differentiate my moods, like if I'm irritated, I'm mad, hungry or so whatever it is. I'm so lucky to have a younger brother like him."She said while smiling, reminiscing the past.

, I laugh slightly. " I can't still believe he is my brother. So you actually got all the affection from my older brother ?", he then says. " Yeah..and your sister too.", I say giggling. "And Mom and Dad too. Y..you know I successfully snatched all the love and affection you should have r..received. " He laughs at that causing me to rise on his body as his stomach moves up and down. " How can they not love you when you are this much adorable ?"

Things would never be the same between us. He was my brother but the way he felt and the way he made me feel was not the same. I couldn't explain it but my heart fluttered in my chest like a butterfly in a jar. All it wanted was to escape and right now the only escape was in the lips kissing mine, I grabbed his face with both hands and deepened the kiss as I kissed back.

I halted and asserted, "I'm leaving this house, right now." "Brother," His eyes filled with vapour. "Bryan you are creating difficulties for me. Try to understand, you are not a kid," I squeezed his shoulder and headed back to my room. Leaving him desperate. I love him, he is the best younger brother ever, more reliable than Aiden even. With each step of moving, my heart was clenched with grief and wished undone. I tilted my head and reached to my room. The scene appeared to my gaze, that made me frozen at my place.

For me, whatever our status is, we're still human beings, just like other people out there. I have five siblings, including me, and I am the youngest one. My first older brother's name is Jack Florence, and he's 29 years old. He is the best brother I could ever ask for because he's so understanding, and the most important part is that he loves me, which is why he is the best brother. Whenever I'm sad, he will always be with me and hear what I am going to say. Jack got married two years ago to his first love. You know what? I am so envied when I know their love was just too strong for each other, unlike mine. They already have one little baby, who is also my nephew. He's 8 months old now. How

he asked, his voice filled with concern. “ Then so be it. I'll clean up all your messes. But honestly, I doubt you would do bad things or be an irresponsible kid. How can my younger brother be bad? HAHAHA! I'm so beautiful and amazing, so my brother would also be handsome and great too,” I chuckled and playfully kissed his cheeks. “ Elder sister, you're right. How can I be bad when I'm your most loved and favorite younger brother?” he nodded and mumbled. Pfft! He's so cute.

“Are you mad with your brother?” “Huh? Mad? Never. Actually, I’m still waiting for him to come back. I hope he changes his mind and realizes that we just want what’s best for him. He’s my only younger brother, that’s why I care so much for him. He just has so much pride in his body.” He laughed. “But I’m still waiting for him to reach out to me.” “For sure he’ll reach out to you soon.” “I hope too.” “By the way, may I know the name of your younger brother?” I asked him.

he says. "Yeah, I'd like that too," I say, I have fallen in love with my two-story brothers, they are nice and we get to spend time together. "Good sweetie, good," he says praising me making me smile.

I laugh. “So what did you want to talk about?” “Nothing. I just really didn’t want to be alone with my brother for 15 minutes. He worries and I understand but he can be overbearing sometimes. I just needed to breathe.” “Ahahahaha. He is like that, I have a younger sister so I understand how he feels sometimes. I don’t see her very often though. She’s 13. I love her, but she looks like him and it’s just hard.”

I boldly pushed my chest out a little more and saw Joel’s eyes flash down before coming up. “You don’t love my brother?” he asked softly. “Actually, I might,” I answered honestly. “But like a brother. He’s irritating, treats women deplorably, and needs a swift kick in the balls at least once a week. Yes, I do love your brother.” “Ick.” “I love you more.”