Quackity Brother Novels & Stories

I just shook my head and let them help, and while working, I couldn't help but notice that someone was missing. "Where's your little angel?" I asked when I didn't see Bran-bran. Ram gave his son the nickname "Bran-bran," but his real name is Brandon Kiel Santiago, and I am one of his godmothers. "He's with his uncle and auntie. You know how much they adore our son, I mean, who wouldn't adore such a handsome man," he said sounding so proud, and I couldn't agree more. "You're bragging about our son again," Atilla murmured, yet I could hear the pride in her voice.

Then the unmistakable rhythmic creak of a bedframe. My face went nuclear. Noah and Lena. Obviously. They’d been “showering” for like forty-five minutes. I froze, plate halfway to the table, mortified on behalf of everyone involved. Ethan noticed immediately. He turned down the heat on the stove, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and cocked his head toward the ceiling. “Sounds like your brother’s putting in work,” he said, deadpan. “Shut up,” I hissed, cheeks burning so hot I could have cooked the pasta on them.

That day, Mom had ruffled my hair and asked, “Harry, which one do you want to choose as your brother?” The day before, I had begged her nonstop to give me a big brother. So, the next day, she took me to the orphanage to pick one. Later on, the boy under the tree became my brother. I gave him his name, just as carefully as I used to name my teddy bear and toy soldiers. When I tore up my homework, he rewrote it for me. After I broke the neighbor’s antique vase, the punishment landed on his palms instead of mine.

Clearly, his sister his the hoe here. Before Quill can say something, I beat him to it. " Fuck you prick. Who the fuck did you just call a hoe, you fucking son of a bitch." I ask him, still holding up my ' I'm not scared of you look.' I've seen worse and I'm still gonna say the Xavier brothers are worse than this shit in front of me. " Get a leash on your bitch or I'mma shut her up myself." " What the fuck did you say?" This time Quill is standing up. " Take your fuckin' sister out of here, pussy, before someone gets hurt."

"What spectacular thing happened?" "let me guess, you fought with Hachin again," a loud voice said from another room. A young man chewing on a piece of dried octopus peaked out. "Yes, brother, he was aiming for this red ruby pin. And before he could buy it, I snatched it away from him." Qu Wren happily shouted and ran to his second brother. "Where is first brother? Isn't he home yet? It's already time... what if he could not attend it?" he anxiously bit his nails.

But a fraction, a sliver -- it would have to be enough. My brother's cock swelled. He let out a hitching sob. Hot, slippery liquid burst into my mouth. It caught my throat, and I choked. Coughed. I steered his dick downward so his load would dump over my tongue. That was so much better. Again, my brain tried to betray me. I'm swallowing my sibling's spend. My baby brother's baby batter is going in my tummy. If it was supposed to shame me, it didn't work. It only fueled me all the more.

Seeing that Lisa would rather die than admit her wrong, her brother became even more disappointed. “Where is Anamika?” Her brother asked for the third time. The family gasped at that question. Their father was about to interfere when the old man glared at him, so he took a step back. “I don’t –“ “Think carefully before you answer my question. Another wrong word from you, you’ll cease to be a Quinn.” He declared with firmness. “Oldest brother!” “Nephew!” “Son!” “No! You can’t do that, please!”

Nope, nothing sank; just a whole bucket of shitload. I turned to face the nameless dude I have yet to punch. He was standing there, looking amused of the situation. “Who are you?” I asked him softly but with an edge in my tone. “Quentin Yelton, head of the gang your brother joined in.” I didn’t know if he did that on purpose but I’m pretty sure he did. He wanted to rub salt into the wound that’s slowly but surely opening.

He heard the big brother approach the squirrel and so, he asked. "What do we do about the squirrel?" Once again, the big brother gave him a you-are-an-idiot' look. "We kill it of course." "No, after that." "We eat it!"

She squealed and hugged him tight. Vincent snickered. “Careful, innocent demon!” As they broke the hug, she tried to suppress her laughter and joy. “You'll never stop calling me that, will you?” “Let me see… uhm… nope,” Vincent teased, earning a playful hit on his chest in return. “I’ve missed you too, sis.” Morticia stepped to hug Nica too. “You look absolutely beautiful! I had no idea my brother could be this cool,” she said, casting a look at her brother, who squinted his eyes.