Novel & Cerita My Senior Brother Is Too Steady

My brother looked angry. I sighed. Murdoch must have been the kid giving him a hard time. I wanted to offer him support, but I didn’t know how. I wasn’t exactly popular, and I’ve never stood up to my bullies before. I continued to watch Sean’s pathetic peacock display. He flashed the girls a smile, and the sound of giggling made me shudder. Sean ran his hand through his short blond hair and flexed his muscles toward the group. Great, all I needed now, on top of everything else, was my stupid little brother getting onto the steroids and turning into more of a jackass. Reticent memories were threatening to burst forward.

I can tell this is serious, and he is trying to keep me calm before the storm comes. "Okay, think back to the summer of 1954, my little brother turned sixteen, on the night of his shifting, you know, like the one we gave you." He says. I just nodded my head. "Well, I was a senior, and my brother was a Junior because he was super smart and skipped a grade when he was a freshman for a little while, but then he was passing everything like a genius, and then, they skipped him to sophomore when I was a junior, you know your uncle Seth," he says.

We both stood up to our older brother. Eyes forward, holding out respect for him being the firstborn and him being our leader ever since our dad died. “I told you, Renzo, stay the fuck away from her,” he pointed out, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I unleashed the anger, the annoyance, and the force that I’d been holding. “We both know that’s bullshit, Elio,” I snarled. I could see Adrian from the sideline of my gaze; I could see the panic in his eyes as he tried to step forward to separate us, but I had pointed a hand at him with an aggressive tone.

I feel like I could jump through the window if I weren’t on the fourth floor. I can’t control the nervous act of chewing my inner cheek and tugging on the hem of my shirt. “You’re sick,” I croak, looking away from his blazing eyes filled with satisfaction. “Don’t you think it’s a little too absurd for someone as sick as you to insinuate that? You don’t fucking take advantage of your drunk stepbrother, Mad.” He keeps emphasizing the word stepbrother like we really share the same blood. “Stepbrother,” I retort.

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.

Footsteps thundered above us before Brother flew down the stairs. “Dad! Did you hear?” “I did. Congratulations. I knew you were going to be strong. I just wish you would slow down to let your old man keep up. The both of you.” Brother was older than I was by a lot. Seven years was big when he got to do all the things I couldn’t yet. I even tried to keep up with him and his friends, but I always got left behind. Still, I looked up to him. He was getting strong, strong like Dad, to take over as Alpha one day too. All I wanted to do was beat him at something though.

Stephen said in a serious tone. By busy business, he meant my fake pregnancy. My goodness, I was so hating all of this. It was unbearable. "All my classmates and friends have experiences with their grandparents, but I do not." Asher bowed his head low and folded his arms. Poor boy, Stephen looked like he was going to snap at Asher so I had to intervene quick.

“My brother finds it hard to let go when he’s been wronged.” He leans closer. “What about you?” I blink at him. “What?” He studies me for a moment, then shakes his head lightly. “Nothing.” He straightens and holds out his hand. “We should go.” I hesitate, staring at his outstretched palm. The only thing I know about the Hawthorne brothers is what my stepfather used to rant about whenever I found him slumped at the end of a bottle. Ruthless. Evil. Monsters. He said they had more money than they knew what to do with it. And egos too big for their own good.

He nodded and leaned on my shoulder “Hey, what are you doing?” I groan and tried to pull his head up but instead, he shut me up and told me to relax “What if someone sees us and misunderstood the situation” “We are both men dont worry they won't misunderstood anything” He said smiling “You're quite a lot of trouble” “You can call me a sweet baby, my brother Zeph's second name should be trouble” “You knew your brothers so well” “Of course, I'm there little brother and the both of them love me so much'’

Book 4 - Sucking her brothers dick The silence in the grand, unfamiliar house was a living thing, vast and echoing. My new parents, so kind and overwhelmingly cheerful in their efforts to make me feel at home, had left abruptly for an emergency business trip, leaving me alone with him. My stepbrother, Liam. We hadn't really talked since I arrived a week ago. He was older, maybe twenty-one, with a quiet intensity that was both intimidating and strangely captivating. His presence just loomed, even when he wasn't around, a constant, heavy weight in the air.