My Best Friends Brother Novels & Stories

When he can't get you off with his little dick, I give you permission to fantasize about me. "Thanks, but no thanks. That would only make me throw up," I snap back. We grew up together, and he, Nikolai, and Mason have always tormented me behind Gray's back. The only reason I even invited my brother's asshole best friends because Gray insisted. According to him, they're family and deserve to be treated as such. But I hate them all. "When shit doesn't work out between you and Isaac, just know you can call me anytime," King says with a shrug, his words igniting my anger.

he replies with a hint of playfulness, before walking into his office. I can’t really tell if he’s joking, since I’ve never seen him laugh not even once. But the smile on Lai’s face makes me breathe a sigh of relief. If there’s anyone who understands Clark, it’d be Lai, after all they have been friends for so many years. I don’t think Clark has another friend beside my brother. “I guess that’s my signal to go” I say, grabbing my bag from the sofa. “I’ll see you at home” I say, dashing out of the room and into the hallway.

Dave stood up protectively and so did I. “Um, I’ll be there in a second.” I told Brad quickly. He didn’t turn to me, he just kept looking at Dave. “Brad, I’ll be with you in a while. Can you please excuse me now?” I said surprising myself by how stern I was. After a quick glance at me and without a word, Brad walked away. I turned to Dave. “Who’s he?” Dave asked. “He’s my best friend’s brother. We’re sort of family.” I added quickly.

Maya asked. “No, she doesn't,” I said quickly. “And Ethan?” “He doesn’t know either. Not yet.” Maya rubbed her forehead. “Wow...” "I didn't know. Maya, I swear I didn't know. And now that I do, and I can't... I can't do this. I can’t see Ethan anymore." "Why not? Is it not even better that he's your best friend's brother?" Maya asked, looking confused. I looked up at her like she'd lost her mind. I started shaking my head. "Maya, you don't understand; you don't get it."

And as she lay down, staring at the ceiling, she realized something else: this wasn’t over. It was just the beginning. Her best friend's brother was prohibited.

“I mean, I'm not just talking about the whole ‘I have feelings for you’ thing. You've shut me out of your life. I barely know what's going on with you or if you're okay. Just be straight with me, do you still want to be friends or not?” “Yes,” I replied almost immediately. “And as for shutting you out, I didn't mean to do that. It's just…there has been so much going on with me and I had to deal with it.” “Brittney, I get that you've been alone for the past 5 years and you've had to deal with everything yourself…” how words tapered off with a smile as she recalled a distant memory. “Even back then, when we were best friends, you always liked the lone wolf thing, but you're not alone anymore.”

A grown woman with feelings, and just like Kai said, I don't think I want my best friend to decide who I fall in love with. Especially if he is her older brother. My first love. My first everything.

He let out a slow, quiet breath before speaking. “My relationship with my brother hasn’t always been good.” A bitter smile crossed his face. “I know I’ve hurt him more than once.” His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “We’ve settled our differences now, but…” His voice grew softer, almost vulnerable. “I really want to be his best man.” His words caught me completely off guard. I lowered my gaze, feeling torn inside. Joseph was my best friend—I’d stood beside him through the hardest years of his life.

My hands went cold. Had Jordan already sent him the photographs? I stared at my brother’s name, my thumb frozen above the message. What if he already knew? What if he was about to ask me why his best friend was touching my bum? I swallowed hard and took a deep breath before opening it. I read the message twice. : Throwing a little birthday party for my 33rd. I want my two favourite people there. You and Nathan. No excuses. Then I glanced at the photographs scattered across the bathroom floor. My brother and his best friend, I couldn’t avoid both men forever.

I didn’t know yet that I’d just found the one thread that, pulled hard enough, could unravel him or that ten years later, I’d still remember exactly where to find it. We spent the whole afternoon the way kids do trading names, testing each other out, figuring out where the edges were. I found out he didn’t have a best friend. I told him he should get one, that Alexandra and I did everything together, that my brother was the best best friend anyone could have. Alexandra just shrugged, already looking at Marion the way you look at something you’ve decided to keep. Marion nodded slightly. Like he’d gotten the message. Like he’d filed it away somewhere I couldn’t see.