I Love My Younger Brother の小説・ストーリー

Sure enough, I'd be the one to go. In the past, I would've thrown a tantrum, acting spoiled and crying loudly until they let me go with them. But I felt it was useless. Self mockery wretched through my wolf. It was sad that I had to resort to that to get their love or care. But my brother and sister never had to resort to that; they just got what they wanted and my parents always took their side and cared for them. I knew it was useless to throw a tantrum anymore. I had finally understood that I would never be as important to them as my brother and sister.

But now I have hardly anything to do and it feels strange to me. I never thought I would miss my brother as much as I do. Even though Loki can be annoying, I actually miss the little guy. I can almost see him now, running into my room, trying to get me to play, jumping, and prancing around trying so hard to get my attention. I smile at the thought.

That we are disgusting. I could not speak. I just hugged my older brother while crying non-stop and thinking about what will happen to us, why we are like this and how I will deal with my family. "You won't see him again," he said shaking me. I pulled away from my brother and saw that his eyes were also red. "Kuya no, don't do this to us!" I shouted at him, "I love him okay? A-and he loves me too! Please don't do this to us .. I can't, I can't brother--"

Smirking at me. Alexios Rossi, my eldest brother, he is two minutes older than me but never lets me live it down. My twin brother loves busting my balls. He acts as though he is at least ten years older than me. the fact that my brother got married to his childhood sweetheart right after high school, and have three kids already does not help, it makes him feel older than he really is.

I said. “I came here, not for that matter. I'm here to say that our youngest is very angry with you," said my older brother while pulling my computer chair. "He's always angry," I said sadly, lowering my shoulders. "It's different now," said my brother. "How is that different?" I asked. "Now it's different because everything he has can be taken away from you," said his older brother with a smile. "Huh?" I wondered. "Because he wants two things—one thing is wrong and something else can be taken away by doing nothing," said his brother.

I met my brother’s eyes. My brother, Richmond, wasn’t pleased that his little brother never sought help. When we were younger, I was my father’s favorite because I was like him in looks and action. My brother was the Angel among us three, always wanting justice to prevail. Therefore, I wasn’t a fan of my brother.

I left them in the kitchen, I know they need this time, it’s not fair to stand in their way. This is all they get with each other. I walked to my room and sank to the floor balling my eyes over loosing my brother. It’s hasn’t happened yet and I already feel robbed. How can I ever be happy again knowing I took the little time together they had away by sticking my nose in? I’ve ruined his one chance at love in the short life he’s been handed. And I call myself his brother?

I stated concerned. As unconcerned as I am, I don't joke with my brother. We have been through a lot of shit the past years when we lost our parents and I as the elder brother has been a weak ass going through psychological disorder and shit. Adam was the only person who had stood by me even though he was only eight then.

When I got back to my room, I got back to homework and then I fell asleep. I texted Jack when I woke up, he called me later in the night and we talked for long. I know it's selfish but I don't want them to become too serious. My Dad and Belinda. They have chemistry, their relationship is beautiful and they're both happy, but that means I'll have to live with the memories of knowing fully well that I had fucked my own brother. infact let's not even go there, I'm going to have to live with the thoughts of fucking him

And I won't listen to Jadon this time around. Jadon was a man of few words as usual, and it was obvious how much he loves me. My other brother—Jacob, also loves me very much, but he doesn't know how to hide his emotions and gets easily agitated. I could vividly remember how he almost chewed me out on the plane five years ago when we were all leaving the country. I had somehow survived it thanks to Jadon restraining him. I chose to reply my oldest and coolest brother first [I just arrived. Thank you for taking good care of me, Jadon.]