Older Brother And Younger Brother Novels & Stories

"Sorry about Ella, she is like that most of the time to my female friends.' Brandon says. He looks extremely handsome in black joggers and a black T-shirt that hugs his chest tight. I smile at him and wave it off. I would appreciate enough of the Ella talk. "It is fine, I may not be able to relate to the whole relationship between younger and older siblings but I can tell that younger siblings are the devil's incarnate. They just come to earth to taunt you and remind you that life is not a basket of roses." I state. Brandon chuckles at my analogy. He nods his head at me and gives me a thumbs up. "Nice example." He says grinning. I shrug and place both of my hands on my waist.

He pressed one of my fingers to his lips, then slid it into his mouth—slow, deliberate—sucking once while his silver eyes held mine. “That’s Vincenzo…” he murmured around my finger, nodding toward the tallest one at the foot of the bed. “Our elder brother. The one who gives the orders.” He released my finger with a soft pop, then pointed at Lorenzo. “This one… is the youngest. The troublemaker.” Lorenzo flashed a wicked grin. Valentino’s gaze slid back to me, voice dropping lower. “And I… am the middle brother.” He guided my wet finger back to my own lips, brushing it there like a secret. “Can you remember who is who now?”

I swear I see his entire world shift in that moment, like he’s just been insulted in a way no one has ever dared before. “What?!” he shrieks, like I’ve just declared war. “I look my age?” I tilt my head slightly, a nervous pout forming on my lips. “I mean… yeah. You do.” He stares at me for a moment, his mouth opening in shock. He crosses his arms and huffs. "I'm not forty! I’m thirty-nine!” I blink. "Thirty-nine. Aren't they both the same thing?" He glares at me as if I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life..“No, it’s not.There’s a difference. Huge difference.”

They were all familiar with the two brothers since they were VIPs in the club. The two brothers looked exactly alike but had different personalities and attitudes too, one was as cold as ice and the other as warm as the sun. They both had good sides and bad sides but the younger twin was a recks havoc, the younger was always in trouble and had frequent s*x with different young girls. The other had no interest in numerous women unlike his brother, they both had their advantages and disadvantages too. The eldest was gentle on the outside but cruel in his heart, his cruelty knew no bounds.

“So, let’s just get on with it.” He just laughed, low and soft, his face close enough that I could catch the scent of mint from his mouth. Studying his face up close, I noticed how much he resembled his younger brother, despite having different mothers. Their hair and eyes set them apart, but many of their features were strikingly alike. Still, Rowan’s features seemed more defined, sharper than Austin’s. “You’re so needy, baby,” he teased. A fresh bead of water slid down from his hair, landing on my cheek, and he brushed it away, gently for a second. “Just so you know, I won’t stop even if you beg me.”

“This must be young Mr. Knowles.” Nollace nodded. “It’s nice to meet you.” “This is my eldest grandson, Wayne. My other grandchildren used to be your classmates.” Waylon smiled. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Nollace paused and looked into Waylon’s eyes. The brothers looked almost identical, but there were slight differences. The elder brother was polite but had sharp eyes, just like him. They both had tricks up their sleeves and wouldn’t simply show their emotions. He seemed to be harder to deal with compared with his younger brother.

I said before finishing the last shot of Red Label and pulling him up close to me. Ate’s older brother, Edward, is supposed to be outdoors. I was stunned and rushed out of my brother’s place. He is the youngest among us, but I appear to be the youngest because I don’t want to be a sister to my siblings, who are far more mature than me in making life decisions.

"What about your other children?" "Your oldest brother is two years younger than you and he will be taking over for me one day and your next brother is a year younger than him and will be his right-hand man and your sister is only ten. She was a surprise, but I know that she would love to meet you. She needs more women in her life."

"Third is my big brother, of course, and my little brother. They look exactly the same. So they both come in third!" What? He couldn't even rank number three? Justin felt so much pain in his hornet's nest of a body! "Then what about fourth?" Justin asked. He was already feeling weak. She counted carefully with her fingers, "Fourth, that has to be my uncle! Then my grandfather...my other younger brothers have to rank lower. Because they not mature enough and don't look like men..." "Arghh..." Justin covered his shoulder and cried out in surprise with a frown.

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.