روايات وقصص ضمن I Love My Younger Brother

I was happy the last time his ex girlfriend broke up with him, he tried to be strong but ended up crying on my shoulders, I liked the way it felt when we had body contacts. My brother expected me to be happy,to be happy that he moved on and as usual I smiled a pretentious smile and said " don't break my brother's heart" she laughed and I did too. She must think I'm a friendly person but unknown to her,I hated her deep down,I have always hated my brother's girlfriends. Even if I was a monster to the world,to my brother I was an innocent angel. I know I can never have a romantic relationship with my brother but he was the one that is always close to me. My brother who is fourteen years older

I know my brother so well, so I know that he's up to something. My older brother pulled me into the garden and then we sat on the stone chair. “So, what, brother? What are you up to?” I asked him again. “My troops already know this, yes you're right, there's a reason why I plotted this vacation. It's b-because— this sounds gay but I-I think...I like Xy. And I w-was planning to court h-her” my older brother said and stoop, maybe to hide his red face. I gaped and my eyes blinks as my brain processed what my older brother just revealed.

Our eyesight was correct for a moment because I immediately turned my attention back to my older brother. Among my brother's friends, he's my least favorite. That doesn't mean I have a favorite of men here. It's just, I hate him for no reason. I'm civil with the other boys, but to him, I easily get irritated. He simply thinks I'm irritated. He's not doing any bad thing, alright. But I just can't help but get bored for no reason. Maybe because he's a playboy. Actually, they all are. "Milk is fine, brother. Maybe I'll just get it back for lunch," I answered and continued drinking my milk.

I stomped childishly even though I was sitting down on the couch. I’m weird. Don’t try to question my actions. “So you love Hunter too?” My brother’s smirk grew wider. “I… I just don’t hate him.” I informed my brother. “He’s sweet, isn’t he?” He chuckled. Gah! “Gah! Leave me alone!” I yelled as I stood up. “So, he is sweet!” My brother bit his lip, holding back his laughter. “Yes, he is!” I exclaimed. “And you love him!” He stated.

Somehow, it just made me feel like there was something I loved. ''I'm sorry i'm prying but how many are you guys?'' I asked. ''It's okay, you aren't prying. We're four and one of them, my elder brother, is an accomplished chef in Ohio.'' he grinned. The way he spoke, he was so proud of his brother and even though I didn't know him, I felt proud too. It was such a nice feeling knowing that someone you loved made you proud. ''That explains why you are so cute.'' I murmured.

I knew that there was something special between us, something worth exploring further. Suddenly, the Andrew broke the silence, as he mentioned how much he loved his younger brother and how they often played video games and watched movies together and I could totally relate. "I know what you mean. I have a younger brother too. His name is Diego, and I would do anything for him." Andrew smiled, "That's really cool. I think it's great when siblings have a close bond like that. I also think your dad is the coolest dad ever... honestly, one could say I look up to him even."

I add. "I'm 24." he responds. "Only a five year age gap." I say, sipping my drink. "At the party, I noticed you had siblings." he says, raising an eyebrow. "What's that like?" "In all honesty, it isn't bad. My brothers are my life, I actually love them more than life. They've taken multiple beatings from my father for me and I can't imagine my life without them. They're my everything." I say, smiling in thought.

I notice he is handsome, but he plays on the team opposite of whom I am supporting, so I refuse to like him. “You don't have anything else to do?” I tell him, laughing, but he doesn’t even care because I am also stuck looking at the screen. I love my brother; when he was born, I was ten-years-old. I remember being overjoyed when I learned that my mother had gotten pregnant and would give me a baby brother.

Maybe he cooked or ordered and sent it home. "How are you, Juno?" I greeted my youngest brother with a smile. He was only seven years old so he was naughty. I called them because I really miss them. "I-I’m okay." I can still hear him being taught by my two other siblings Lawrence and Amira. "Well, don't be so stubborn to your brother Lawrence so he’ll not scold you, huh?" I smiled even more when he giggled. "Can I talk to your older brother Lawrence?" "Sis?"

Our relationship has always been too strained to hope for that much but this… “I don't know why you are complaining to us, for three years, you should have known whether he loved you or not. But the only way that he has been able to fool you for that long is because you are an idiot, and an embarrassing one too.” I wanted to burst into tears but I was sure that my parents would find a way to mock me for that too, so instead I stood up. “Where are you going?” My mother demanded to know. “We are still talking to you!” She yelled at me.