Quackity Brother Novels & Stories

The reason the mortal realm wasn’t erased entirely? The sister’s patience evaporated. Her innocence became edged with venom. “Brother, why are we wasting time with this insect? Let’s crush him and complete our objective.” The brother lifted a hand, amused. “My dear sister… this creature is not a small insect but a slightly bigger one. You must learn to differentiate between levels of insects.” The sister burst into a bell-like giggle. Quintan’s eyes narrowed into slits. “This insect is more than enough for you two.”

I wished there was video. Five more pages, one for each subsequent year, same poses. I did notice as the years went on, Jackie got more of her brother's cock in her mouth. The last page, taken two years ago, had two pictures on the back, one, with Jack fucking his sister's pussy and one with his cock up her ass. The next divider had Mom and Dad written in lovely script.

She was just a regular secretary who had been fortunate enough to often be by Gideon's side during work. Jacqueline didn't consider Phoebe a real threat, so she wasn't too hostile toward the latter… Nevertheless, the mental image of Phoebe walking side-by-side with Gideon rubbed her the wrong way. Hearing the surname and seeing the resemblance, Phoebe asked naturally, "What's your relationship to Mr. Faulkner?" "He's my older brother." Jacqueline leaned forward while Phoebe was distracted and craned her neck to peek at the laptop screen. Lines of dense, complex code, interspersed with words, filled the display, which went over her head. "Whoa, this looks super high-level."

This is epic,' I said laughing. 'Guy, tell me about it,' Dominus said sighing loudly. 'How do you feel about it?' I asked him after I stopped laughing. 'I don't know whether to be happy or not to be happy. You know growing up, I watched you and Maureen and longed for a sibling but now I am a full grown man. What is the child going to call me, brother?' Dominus asked twisting his mouth in a very funny way that I couldn't help the laughter bubbling up my throat.

I mutter, already knowing they've seen and heard too much. The last thing I need is anyone too far in my fucking business—even if they are my brothers. "Where-" Gator starts, blinking at me like a confused child. "I don't fuckin' know," I snap. "Go walk around. Find a churro stand. Just get lost." Hammer claps Gator on the shoulder with a grin. "C'mon, let's go visit your brothers. Maybe one of 'em's got a bigger head than you."

His brother was the monster. Sterling Whitaker. My mind stumbled over the names, the old ghosts twisting in my chest. Sterling Whitaker was the boy. Sterling Whitaker was the Alpha. No. Sterling Whitaker. I grabbed the wooden railing of the boat, my heart thumping against my ribs. Sterling was the younger one. His brother was the terrifying Alpha who had stared down at me with eyes like frozen iron. Sterling Whitaker. I took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing the name out of my head. The brother's name was etched into my memory like a scar.

He was always there, sitting on the floor beside my door, waiting for me to let him in, morning, afternoon, night. Eventually, I did, and he did everything within his power to make me feel better, including exhibiting his terrible dance steps. I was grateful to have him. He was the best big brother until that night when my ugly ‘Daddy issues’ roared its head again, and I slipped into his room while he was asleep, lay beside him and…and…and- “Are you ready to eat now, Nell?” Cicero asks again, this time, tapping me gently on the arm. God, I don’t want this. I may have started it and even encouraged it, but I was young then.

Now, I even saw the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of my brother’s lover. I knew her. She was Vicky White, a famous beauty in our town. Her father was Kincaid White, the Gamma of our pack. She was one year older than me. She was one of my brother’s lovers. Maybe it was because she was beautiful or because of her identity, my brother doted on her. Although my brother had many lovers, Vicky thought she was my brother's true love. I even heard that my brother would marry Vicky if he didn't find his mate six months later. I didn't know whether the news was true or false. But if my brother really married Vicky, my life would be more miserable than now.

My jaw clenches so hard I can feel my teeth grinding together, but I keep skating, forcing myself to stay focused on the game. "Oh right," he continues, his voice dropping lower so only I can hear it over the scrape of skates on ice. "You got distracted. Started thinking about other things. Other people." The words hit like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath for a moment. He's talking about last year, about that night I've spent months trying to forget. "Saw your little stepbrother at that party the other night," Marcus chirps during the next face-off, positioning himself directly across from me. His eyes are bright with malicious amusement. "Kid's cute. Bet it would be easy to sway him

Quen said tearfully in front of his brother. Zack seemed dazed, staring at the floor, filled with regret and fear. "Quen... no, I can't. I don't want to lose my baby; I never had a chance to hold or see my baby, or Amy." Quen had never seen his brother cry for a woman before. "Brother, I know she's strong; they both are strong. Let's just pray that they both make it safely through the operation," Quen paused, sitting beside his brother. He prayed that his friend and future niece would survive.