Older And Younger Brother Novels & Stories

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.

— Ethan, you’re not going to pull a dirty trick on me, you need to get home quickly, everyone is waiting for you, he said in a low but tense voice. A silence of a few seconds. — Everyone? replied a deep voice on the other end of the line. What are you up to, Thomas? — I'm not up to anything! Dinner is ready and we’re just waiting for you, Thomas insisted, a bit annoyed. Then, without giving his brother a chance to reply further, he abruptly hung up. He returned to the living room, his face taut with a nervous smile. His uncle Gérard welcomed him with a pat on the shoulder, immediately sensing the source of his distress.

I’ve been wanting to throw a can of food at my younger brother all day while he’s fooling around with his girlfriend. What a nuisance! I’m the eldest. He’s the youngest—but he’s the one who found his mate first. Life really is unfair because he’s only 18 and he has already found someone special. My brother is always so lucky, while I’m 23 and still haven’t found the man who’s meant for me—my soulmate. I don’t even know what I did wrong to not deserve one. I try to be nice. I don’t hurt anyone unless they try to harm me first.

"Would you like to come to my house? My brothers are home, you can meet them properly this time." I instantly felt butterflies start fluttering around in my stomach. "Would they be okay with that?" "Of course," he assured me. He opened the car door for me to get in. I sat down and took a deep breath. The last time I'd seen his brothers, Eric and Mark, I clearly remember glaring them down. I'd probably looked like a mess that day. "So are you older or younger than your brothers?" I tried to make conversation to calm my nerves. "I'm in the middle," he answered. "Eric's the oldest and Mark's the youngest."

I could see the difference now, he wasn't Jayden, but looked like Jayden. "I'm Jayden's younger brother, …, not a twin. It's nice meeting you, Jayden told me a lot about you," he said and flashed me the Jayden kind of smile, and I smiled back. I nodded, before turning to the early man beside me. "Ryan also has a younger brother," the old man said, and I turned to him. At first I didn't understand what he said, but when it sank in, my eyes widened. "Ryan has a brother?" I turned fully to the elderly man and asked, and he nodded.

He looked down at my hand, rubbing his thumb over my fingers. “You said you have an older brother,” I said, wanting to change the subject. Death wasn’t a great first date topic. “Any other siblings?” “A younger brother, too,” he said, a smile replacing the sadness in his eyes. “Liam is the oldest, I’m the middle, and Freddy is the youngest.” I tried to imagine two more men that looked like Henry. If they were as attractive as he was, they could all go into Hollywood and make millions. The idea of three blue-eyed handsome men was rather breathtaking.

I have an older brother who protects me, and I have a younger brother who is on my side. In fact, the world is not always evil to me.

The door opened and two guys rushed in. "Sorry we're late," one said to Kayla, "somebody here got his—" the other one clamped his hand on his lips. "What Charles meant to say was that something came up, right, brother?" He groaned, his hand still on the smaller guy's mouth. It was obvious they were brothers. The taller one was the eldest and the other was the youngest. They had the same chocolate brown hair, navy blue eyes, and similar body structure, just that the younger one was leaner and cuter.

He noticed that these days, his younger brother is constantly thinking about something. “Hyung… actually I have been seeing some strange scenes… the scene flashes whenever I see a particular person and the scenes are getting clearer after each time.” The other person, that is his elder brother sighed, but inwardly he was feeling happy, “I would just say that… follow your heart, you will definitely succeed in your plan or…8 anything else. Don’t forget that I am always with you.” The young man nodded and asked, “Where are you going?” His elder brother replied after a pause, “… I-I had to make few calls… before it is late.” The young man nodded and went to the table.