Older Brother And Younger Brother Novels & Stories

"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."

The flight had drifted me to sleep as I made myself as comfortable as I could. The food from the motherland just hit differently and it had been several years since I last been here and I was excited to see everyone. My dad was the eldest of his siblings and he was a twin, who would have thought he would have three instead for his first. My father would always reprimand the boys like crazy and my uncles would be egg the boys on just to watch their brother turn purple and they all end up on the floor rolling around. Even as old as they get, even today my dad's two youngest brothers will still rile him up out of fun but if you interrupt them, atmosphere will change. It's only okay for them too

— 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.

The next person who shares the story is Brosiah “Hi I’m Brosiah Campus, uh I don’t have siblings but I have Beau and Amex who is like a brother to me. In sadness, in joy, we are always together. And I’m thankful for that. That’s all.” I listened to everyone who spoke and now it was Beau. “Hi I’m Beauden Zypher, I have a younger brother. 5 years older than me. When we were young we were always together until now, because our parents were always busy. We also learned to be supportive and leaned on each other as we got older. That’s all.” I'm jealous of him, he's been with his brother for a long time and I'm not. It was my turn to share mine and I got nervous.

I smiled brightly. "Yeah, we're rooting up for you son!" it was now uncle, who just came. "Oh what's the occasion? You're all here? Rom and Cana too?" now it was brother Ruel, he is older than me and Romeo, they are three siblings and he is the middle child. "Elder brother, we're just having a chat about the uni exam" Rom excitedly told his elder brother. I watched their family chat, and I decided to go to my room and change clothes.

He’s right, and we both know it. While he showers and dresses for his call, I explore the bedroom properly. It’s masculine and sophisticated—dark wood furniture, navy and gray color scheme, built-in bookshelves filled with business texts and classic literature. Nothing of Sarah’s in here, I realize. This must be his private space, separate from the master bedroom they shared. On the nightstand is a photo in a silver frame. Richard and a much younger Ian, maybe ten years old, standing on a boat with a massive fish between them. Both grinning, sunburned, happy. Father and son on some long-ago fishing trip.

I said. "Nah, they were more interested in what's going on the inside. I was already picturing how the outside world would be." He gave a half shrug. "You see those two annoying girls over there?". He pointed to his sisters. "I'm fifteen minutes older than the two of them so they call me their older brother. Surely as the older brother, I'd know these things right?". "Not so young. Was your brain even fully formed then?". I didn't believe anything he was telling me but I was glad he was talking to me and not insulting me or vice versa.

I said to him with a small shrug of my shoulders. “I figured. So, it’s an older brother?” He asked and I started to shake my head instantly. “No, no. It’s a younger brother. He’s my younger brother and there’s a three year gap between us.” I said to him with another small shrug of my shoulders, my mind immediately moving over to the part where it almost never felt like there was any kind of age gap between us, because of how he started to act at a particular point. “That sounds really cool. So you’re the one protective of him, since you’re the older one between the both of you.” Ryan asked and I found myself grinning a little at that.

All his siblings were seated having breakfast, but they were all immersed in their various conversations. Thomas, the brother closest to Adrian in age, was talking with William, the oldest of one out of the twins; they were no doubt talking about some football game. Alex, the other twin, was bugging Isla, the youngest and the only girl. All in all, it was a normal breakfast in the Tremont household.