Older Brother And Younger Brother Novels & Stories

“Where do you fall in among the brood?” “I’m the oldest,” she states, and given what I know of her personality, that definitely tracks. “I’ve got four brothers and two sisters. My youngest sister is only four, but she’s got everyone in our house wrapped around her little finger.” She smiles fondly, raising her cup and taking another small sip. “What about you? Any siblings?” “One,” I grunt, the grin fading from my face. “A half-brother. We… don’t get along.”

the younger boy asked in awe. The older boy’s brows furrowed, but he answered. “Twelve. You?” The younger boy’s eyes brightened with a mix of relief and curiosity. “I’m nine,” he said, a small smile breaking through the tear-streaked mess of his face. “Can I call you brother?” The older boy raised an eyebrow. “No.” “Why?” The boy looked disappointed. “I have a name,” he said shortly. The younger boy looked at him with wide eyes. “What’s your name?”

After all, he believed that boys should not be so coddled. "The likelihood of twins is already low, and the chances of boy-girl twins are even smaller. So, I believe that Mia gave birth to twin sisters. Ginger is the elder of the two. Typically, the younger sister is physically weaker than the older one." Timothy pondered for a moment and then agreed. "I think what you said makes sense." Afterward, Timothy snatched the keyboard back and declared, "I can do it myself." The moment the image of an adorable little girl sitting opposite him at the computer flashed through his mind, looking exactly like Ginger, Timothy felt relieved.

Being the eldest son, I've always been obedient to all my parents' wishes and orders. My younger brother, however, was a free bird, my exact opposite. Other than our greyish eyes, nothing is similar. It's a true that ‘parents focus on the first child so much that they don't have anything left for their younger one.’ So, they just set the younger rascals free. Not by choice though. Just like my brother, Trevor. He's been much freer and apparently more careless than me. Though he's my opposite but because he's my brother I have to love him. Even if I don't want to.

Living in a family of seven siblings has never been easy for anyone. And so does for me. Elder siblings are technically parents to younger siblings who don't have to give birth in order to take care of them and unluckily I'm the oldest. I have two brothers and four sisters which all act like two year olds despite the youngest is also three year old. I grew in a large family which is more chaotic than being in a club. It's not like I mind them and they all are very dear to me until my brothers annoy me and my sister's sneak into my vanity!

“But they’re—” “Cousins, yes,” he answered. “Cameron is my uncle’s son. My other uncle, not Brock. My father was the oldest and had two brothers: Cameron’s father, who died before Cameron was even born, and Brock, who’s the youngest.” “Has such a thing ever happened before?” I asked. “Cousins being mates?”

the taller man chimed in, joining the anti-vampire alliance. "You don't understand. Not only do I have to take care of my younger brother, but this elder brother is also quite useless," I said, playing the victim, while Harry was speechless and gave up resisting. "So, you’re three brothers?" "Is the youngest still very young?"

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 raised my foot and stomped the life out of it and that is just how my brothers caught me. "I told you guys that she'd kill it?" I turned to Brandon, my brother who's a year younger than me. He was standing at my bedroom door with my other five older brothers. Liam and Max who're 23, Zack and Mike who're 20 and Oliver who's 17 same age as Brandon. As you might have guessed by now, my brothers are twins.

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.