My Best Friend's Brother Novels & Stories

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

the brunette says, acid lacing her voice. “The only good thing about her is her hot brother. Adam. I don't understand how they're related to be honest. You know Adam slept with my sister last year, she said it was better than she imagined. Maybe, I'll try to make it to one of their parties, I hear they host a few a semester." "Ewe, isn't that gross? Sleeping with the same guy your sister slept with?"

We’ve agreed mоrе than once nоt tо mееt аgаіn, out оf respect for Blаkе, but the соnnесtіоn bеtwееn us is undеnіаblе. Onе оf uѕ uѕuаllу slips wіth a tеxt оr еmаіl, or wе run into each оthеr bесаuѕе wе’rе bоth ѕо close tо Blаkе. Thаt’ѕ the mаіn рrоblеm. Blake. He’s mу best frіеnd and hеr оvеrlу рrоtесtіvе brother. I know for a fасt hе wоn’t bе hарру tо find out anyone he knows wаntѕ to date hіѕ ѕіѕtеr.

I tell her. At this point I am crying freely and so is my mother. I turn to the last person I need to say good bye to. My twin brother, I try to stall and so I say goodbye to Austin and Cyrus first. Cyrus’s goodbye is short but Austin, he is my best friend. “Austin, I have known you since I was born. You are literally my longest friend and my best friend. You have helped me in my moments of need and I will miss you very much. I love you, do not forget that, and if you hurt my brother, I will come back and kick your ass,” I tell him with a chuckle at the end.

“I can see that. You’re lucky to have each other.” “Do you have a brother or sister?” she asked. “Yes. A younger brother.” “Is he your best friend like Ethan is mine?” Her question caught me off guard. My brother Adrian and I had never been best friends. Competition, resentment—that was our bond. “We’re... different,” I said. She accepted that, but Ethan kept watching me closely. “You look familiar,” he said. “Have we met before?” My pulse quickened. “I don’t think so. Maybe I just have one of those faces.”

I was hurt and that feeling stayed with me for a long time. He wasn’t just my brother; he was also my best friend. A lifelong friendship that ended because of a party. I knew the party meant the world to him and he had no idea about what was going on at home with Rock. Knowing Rock was going to be at the party, I couldn’t bring myself to go.

“He’s really depressed, Cam. Not to mention his best friend just died a month ago.” “I’m so sorry,” I said and hugged her. I could see his pain through her. “He quit his job and hasn’t been himself since. Obviously, my parents are pissed at him and are threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t get his act together.” “F*ck them,” I said and she nodded, resting her head on my shoulder. The truth was that I really didn’t give a rat’s ass about this brother of hers who was several miles away and had been the unbearable symbol of perfection for so long, but if his pain bothered my best friend so much, then I had to hide my indifference and be there for her.

So we hit the ground in an ungraceful heap. Why must I run into chaos all the time? “Oh my God…I’m so sorry…” I began, scrambling to push myself up. Then I looked up and froze. His blue eyes met mine. He looked so familiar, too familiar and that was when realization dawned on me. The man underneath me was Dylan Reed, the most popular musician in the country and my best friend's older brother. The boy I hadn’t seen in years. The man who now looked so much different from how I remembered him.

I reply. “Where did you go?” He asks. “Just somewhere” I reply. “Okay, where is that somewhere?” He asks I smile, “I went to spend time with my brother and his wife” I text back. “That’s nice, so when will you be back?” He asks. “Not sure of the exact time, but I’ll be back before 8pm” “Alright, have fun” he replies

“You said you were leaving, so I visited my best friend. Her name is Amanda. She passed away a few years ago, and I still miss her like crazy. One of these days, I will tell you what kind of trouble we got into. ” “I bet you had so much fun. My brother is my best friend, and we never fail to get in touch every day.”