Sibling Novels & Stories

Sabrina laughed amusedly to herself. "You have a brother? Two?" Selena seemed interested in that fact. "Right, one older than me and one younger. Those uncles of yours also check up on you occasionally. They still consider me a sister. They also recognize you as their nephew... and they also recognize Axel," Sabrina said. "You're lucky, being surrounded by people like them." Selena interrupted before Sabrina could say anything more. Sabrina was instantly silent and looked at Selena with a confused look as to what Selena meant.

His shoulders bounced violently as he tried—and failed—to contain himself. Hans, meanwhile, had not moved. He stared blankly at our son, processing. “You… want a sibling.” Johanis nodded eagerly. “Yup! Right now Alpha, please.” Hans coughed. “That’s… not how that works, bud.” Johanis frowned. “Why not?” I massaged my temples, exhaling slowly. “Johanis, love, having a sibling isn’t something that just happens because you ask.” “Well,” Johanis tilted his head, thinking, “...then how does it happen?”

he answers after a moment. A chill races down my spine. I really have been down here for a long time, but that’s not what upsets me the most. August seventh is… “It’s my birthday,” I mumble quietly to myself. The confession almost makes me cry, a sudden wave of homesickness threatening to pull me under. I think about my siblings at home; my twin’s sister, Alessandra, and my little brother, Jovito, and eldest Alexander Oliver. I think about Mom and Dad, all my aunts and uncles and cousins. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always spent my birthday with them, surrounded by their love, laughter, and smiles. I worry about Alessandra, specifically. She’s my close

“That's Diego, he is a friend. And Diego that's Neel, my... um, brother?” “Our parents got married recently,” Neel explained seeing the confusion on his face. “We just met, so the concept of being step-siblings is still weird to her.” “It's not weird,” I defended myself as they shook hands. “I never had a sibling, so I don't know how to introduce you. It still feels weird to call you my sibling.” “Got it,” Diego said, but I knew there were still some questions in his head. “Anyway, he is helping me with chemistry. What are you doing here?” I asked, looking at his books.

“My mom said that full siblings and half siblings aren’t the same thing, but I don’t get it. I know my mom isn’t yours, but my Dad is so your still my sister. That only makes you a little different than Cade. Cade said it doesn’t matter but why did my mom say it mattered?” It was clear to me that Lynn didn’t like me. I didn’t think she would try to invalidate my relation to my brothers to the youngest. “It doesn’t matter because we are still siblings, it’s just a little different. I have siblings back home who don’t share parents with me at all, but we were raised t

Not wanting to imply something too strongly, I don’t finish the sentence, leaving the idea dangling in the air that they may be an item. Nyx’s blush deepens, turning her cheeks a dark crimson. “Oh dear gods no!” “We’re practically siblings,” Link sighs. “She’s my cousin. Well, more like our dads are best friends and they see each other as brothers. Brothers from different mothers,” he snorts. Nyx frowns, glaring. “Siblings that don’t write one another,” her pout suggests that she doesn’t see them as just cousins. “I’m sorry Nyxie,” he pats her shoulder. “Come on in! I don’t think you’ve ever been to my Mom’s place.”

"So sorry for my outburst the other time." "It's all good. Tell me what would you like to know?" "Just want to know what it feels like having lots of siblings." I rolled my eyes, chuckling lightly. "It can be annoying and precious at the same time. You see my brother Seth; he would make you hate the term sibling. He is a pain in my ass." She laughed out sweetly, "do you both argue most times."

"You haven't said anything about yourself." "What do you want to know about me?" "Um.. are you Sean sister?" I asked. "Cousin. My Father was aunt Julia's elder brother." "Why do you call him your brother?" I asked. "We were born on the same day. So, our parents thought we'd make great siblings as we both didn't have one. But, for some strange reason, it annoys him. He never wanted a younger sister, he says they're peachy. His words not mine. I don't even know what it means." She said with an innocent scowl.

He sternly replied, "What else can it be besides a sibling relationship?" Grace retorted furiously, "Just a sibling relationship? Going to the bar and hugging and cuddling in front of so many people, do you still have any shame? I've warned and reminded you at home before; you are adults now, you can't engage in these intimate and ambiguous actions with your adopted sister.

Or did I hear him speak wrong? “Did you just say friends?” I asked and he nodded; I chuckled. “Sure, why not!” I said, “We are already siblings.” I added. “You’re my mate, not my sister, siblings can’t be mate.” He said, he sounded so dangerous and angry, I nodded with a gulp and he smiled.