Little Brother And Older Sister Novels & Stories

I said while laughing lightly. “Oh fuck! How did your dad react to that?” she asked with big eyes. “I’m not really sure how it all went down since I was born four years later, but my dad raised my siblings as his pups. My brother, Jacob, is the Beta for my brother Briar. My dad loves all of us equally.” “How does Jacob feel about being the oldest yet being the Beta?” “Jacob loves it and he works well with Briar. I tend to fight with Jacob because our personalities are really similar and we solve problems with our fists.”

So I won't be surprised now. "Baby Sab, get dressed first. We're just in the dining hall." I nodded to him and immediately went up to my room. I immediately took the letter from my bag and read it all over again. Little Sister...I have a sister. We were separated when we were babies. But why? Mommy or even Daddy didn't say anything about me having a brother. I thought I was the only child. Who is he? Is it an older sister? or a brother? Since it says here little sister, does that mean there was someone before me? But...why didn't we grow up together? Why is that?

I watched her as she wipe her hands in her light pink apron and pull an orange bowl. "Why are you just standing still?! Come help me, your siblings will be home soon." I smiled and took the bowl from her. I have a little sister and a brother, both in junior high school and I had the best times with them, though Andrea was some sort of a shrew my brother Ashton was the opposite he was the best brother I could ever dream of. But everything stops when I entered high school, all the lucky things would fade away and an ill-stricken event would come.

He didn't know what happened all of a sudden, one minute he and his sister were playing in the garden, they were playing catch and throw with his ball. His sister was happy as she ran around the field to collect the ball that she couldn't catch. His sister was 8 at that time. Their bond was very strong. He meant the world to her. She would wait for their playtime in the evening. They were playing laughing and enjoying and the very second minute his sister fell, she was choking on her breath, extending a hand towards her brother, and she cried for help. Little Jacob ran to her sister, who was now limp he shook her and shouted for her to wake up but she didn't.

He was twelve years old, naughty kid. " You are the big brother, right? " I asked him. " Yes, Miss. " He said between his sobs. " You need to take care of your younger sister. Stop crying and don't let your sister too. " I smiled, but my blood was boiling. How could a husband savagely threaten or beat his wife like this? He wiped his eyes and walked toward his sister and swiped tears away from her cheeks. He held her hand. Both turned to smile at me.

He cradled them for a couple minutes before setting them back down carefully and sitting beside me. "How'd you know how to do that? And how did you know they would cry again?" He chuckled. "Wait, do you have a child outside that I'm not aware of?" "What?! No, of course not." He burst out laughing. "I have a younger sister. My moms adopted her as a baby so I spent a lot of time taking care of her. She's actually one of my favorite people." "How old is she now?" "She's 12 and apparently, I'm now the annoying older brother." He rolled his eyes and I laughed.

Even his parents had reprimanded him for blatantly grabbing his sister's chest. Stephanie hoped in vain that her brother's fascination with her tits would have subsided once he had been away for the school year and possibly shown some signs of maturity or had a girlfriend. But after only ten minutes of arriving home and exchanging embraces with her family—including her brother—she was completely annoyed when she noticed that her secret weapons were the focus of his attention. She could disregard his looks as a young adolescent and put it down to naïve and uninformed adolescence. But now that her brother was 18, he was a legal adult. She was his sister despite the age difference.

“Aaron?” I frowned, staring at my brother, but his lips tugged in a mischievous grin, and I just knew he was going to be trouble. “What are you doing here?” “Little sister!” He exclaimed, picking me up from the floor, and I rolled my eyes. “Let me down,” I protested, tapping his shoulder, and it wasn’t until he had spun me around thrice before he decided it was enough. “Gosh, you are annoying. When will you outgrow the whole baby sister thing?"

Everyone who heard was first shocked, then full of congratulations. Even Mason and Marcus, once they learned there was a new baby growing in their mother’s belly, suddenly became more sensible, promising not to upset her anymore. More than that, the brothers pressed their faces against her stomach every day to talk to the baby. Mason said, “Little sister, I’m your elder brother. When you’re born, I’ll protect you and make sure no one ever bullies you.” Marcus argued, “Who said it’s a sister? I think it’s a brother. You already have a younger brother—I need one too.”

I did a little happy hop out of the office, stopping intermittently to look at the card in disbelief. “Why are you smiling at a card?” My brother asked when we met on the corridor. “Mind your business dude.” I chuckled. “Its my business to know what makes my little sis happy” he said with a smile as if to prove he was indeed happy. “Big sis, you being taller doesn’t make you older. I remain your big sis” I said walking away.