Older And Younger Brother Novels & Stories

“Brother?” Sadia looked at me with her mouth slightly open in shock. “You don’t know you have two brothers?” It didn’t occur to Konn or Cade to tell me I had more family. “He’s nine and never had more than one sign of being the holder.” I had a new older and younger brother. Maybe he didn’t want to meet me. “I’m going to try to talk to Konn soon.” I brought my knees to my chest and laid my head on them. “There’s so much I’m clueless about.” I pouted.

Some of my brothers are like Cassius, when they woke up, they went straight to the kitchen and eat. We are the seven siblings that live in the same house, being with them for almost twenty-four years and I can notice a lot of similarities and differences in all of us. The youngest one who is Jude was stubborn but acted like an older man. In contrast to Cassius, he was the second oldest but acted like a child. He's so childish and he's the prankster in the house.

FLASH BACK It was barely a few days ago when Lucas and his brothers Mark and Andrew, were out doing their favorite thing - hunting. Lucas was the oldest at 25 years of age. Mark was the second at 23 years of age while Andrew was the youngest of the brothers at 20 years of age. They were from California and had lived all their lives in a little town outside the big city. They were above average in appearance, height and body build. They were from a middle class family and both their parents were late. They had no college education and worked as handymen.

Seeing his godsons there too, Nathan walked over and scooped one into his arms. “So, are you the older brother or the younger?” The younger giggled mischievously. “Godfather, I’m the older one.” The real older brother protested at once. “No, Godfather, I’m the older one! He’s the younger.” Nathan frowned, instinctively glancing at their heads. Too bad the little “tags” their father used to mark them as babies were long gone.

I urge her as we walk across the grass together, now passing by Roberto's place and heading toward the main house. "My older brother is Giovanni, but we call him Gio. He's a little like you, but more sarcastic. Then there's me followed by Solana and then Luca. The three of us are only a year apart and I'm not sure how my mom managed having three little ones so close in age." "How old is Giovanni?" "Twenty-nine. So, five years older than me." "And a year older than me, I think, knowing we're both in similar positions, destined to take over our respective family organization. I wonder how he feels about that and if he's going to have as difficult a transition as I've experienced. "Are you clos

Our house is quite far from the main entrance of the village. “Is that one of your brothers, Princess? Why didn't he drive you straight to your house?” the old lady who's driving the golf cart asked. I’m kind of close to older people, specifically the granny ones. “No, Mrs. Michelle. It was one of dad’s friends. Dad couldn’t fetch me up so he sent someone else instead. He was nice to me.” “Is he the same age as yours?” “I don’t think so. He looks a lot older than me. He probably has the same age as Darius.” Darius is my oldest brother and he’s thirty-five years old.

He pondered the possibility and responded, "Maybe, but siblings are supposed to fight." I answered, "Yeah, but the younger sister isn't supposed to beat the shit out of the older brother who is set to be Beta." "Yeah, but the older brother is set to be Beta." Finally,Levi let out a chuckle while shaking his head and then took a few steps backward away from me. "All right, let's go grab some lunch, and after that we'll make our way back up here," she said.

A hot wave of anger rushed through me until he turned. It wasn't Robbie, just someone who looked a lot like him. It was Robbie's older brother, Jack. I had met him on several occasions, but he was a full six years older than Robbie and hadn't wanted to hang out with little kids. The two brothers were built nearly the same: tall with light eyes and soft, sandy brown hair. Robbie had his mother's smile, whereas Jack took more after his father. Still, the family resemblance was strong enough that it had caught me off guard for a moment.

We've talked for hours, and even I have to lick my dry lips. "I'm there for the two. I have a brother who's two years older than me," I reveal. "Our relationship isn't like you and your sister's, though. We're tough on each other, and he's a fuck up. I find myself cleaning up his messes, and my parents constantly make excuses for him. It drives me up the damn wall, but he's my older brother and I like to give him chances." "Men mature slower than women." He plays with the skin of my thigh again, causing my breath to catch and my thighs to press together.

On the left hand of the Elder, brother was a red scorpion, and on the left arm of the younger was a tattoo of a dark blueish Scorpion. "Elder brother, you really wanna know?" The younger one asked. "Yes, I wanna know. I wanna know why my all-serious younger brother would suddenly start to act strange, smiling like a fool in love." the elder brother said while looking at his younger brother with his devil-like, charming crimson eyes. It was as if a flame was burning inside his skull which was now reflecting in his eyes. "Ok, elder bro," the younger one replied. "You guessed it right, my all intelligentsia bro." He said, laughing. Then he took a deep breath and continue.