Older Brothers Younger Sisters 소설 & 이야기

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.

“Only a daughter and her family? What about siblings? Don’t you have any?” “Hmm… Yes I do have siblings. I have two younger sisters left. As my only brother had died some years ago. It seems like, bearing females is quite the norm in my family, that my sisters also bore daughters first.. Ah.. I think they are around your age, I think. Their youngest son is still in elementary..” Chantal nibbled the insides of her cheek. This meant that other than Titus, she would not be introduced to anyone close to her age.

Cesar actually had no brothers so he was thankful for Damien. Cesar was born in a family of three. Two sisters and him. He had an older sister who was thirty years old and a younger one who was twenty. His older sister was married and had two kids. Her husband was one of Cesar's partners in his shipping company. His younger sister lived and studied in Barcelona. Cesar was particularly close with her since he got to spend more time with her when their dad was away for work.

"I'm his younger brother." I gape. Back in my kingdom, the older child always inherits the throne before the younger child. They always automatically have the privileges and the rights. But the rule only worked for males, and not females; meaning if a man had an older sister, he would take the throne before she did. I blink and tilt my head. "How…how does this work?" I question. "Usually the older brother gets the throne first, correct?" He shakes his head, glancing at me through his peripherals.

Why did Olivia even come to my house when she has so many of her fucking own! My sister…step sister actually is the most annoying , selfish , evil person that could ever walk this earth. She is 10 years younger than I , and technically , I am sitting on her throne. However , our dad had looked for the next heir through a different type of lens. Instead of giving the throne to the biggest , he watched us carefully – he would take our personalities into consideration , he would also take the worker’s opinions into consideration to.

It can be tough having an older sister. They feel like they rule the house just because they were born first, and you're the one always in their way, and so they take it out on you, or me in this case. I had this growing up two-fold, they were twins, so it felt like they were synchronising their aggression towards me, all the time, I was their scapegoat.

I explain. Iyah looks shocked but tries to hide it. “They are your sisters? I thought…” She asks. “Yes we are, unnie. And oppa is our one and only strict brother.” Freya says emphasizing the word strict and rolling her eyes at me. This kid! Tsk! “Super strict older brother.” Mythi adds while laughing. Freya joins her and also Iyah and Calli. When their laughter died down, I say, “So girls, I’ll leave you for a while. I need to get back to work.”

Sophia isn't their sister; she is their cousin. As badly as I wanted to finally have Barry as mine, I needed to push it to the side. His sisters were his world and he had already lost his brother, David. Brandon was the oldest now and only boy. His parents would want him to carry on their line and not cause any attention to their family. He would do anything to protect his family.

Hestia explains, as if reading my mind, “Us workers also get to partake in the festivities and enjoy ourselves. My, it has been a while since they have had one though.” “He has sisters,” I ask, raising an eyebrow as we walk back through the kitchen. “Oh, yes,” She nods, “He has four sisters. The youngest being 26. They’re all close in age, I’m sure that you will get along swimmingly.” “If they’re anything like Anthony, I highly doubt it.” I mutter.

I’m curious now. “How so?” I ask. He shifts beside me and then wrap my arms around his neck. He leans against my front and then just straightens up his body all across the sofa, his legs hanging off the end because his height is too long for this sofa to handle. He holds onto my hands tightly as he begins to let out some words. “I’m the youngest among the siblings. They say the youngest gets all the attention and love from parents, but I know that only works for three-year-olds. All of my older siblings moved out right before they entered college. Well, the two oldest siblings didn't get that opportunity, and now they're working on things they’ve never loved doing.” He moves closer to my fac