Sibling Novels & Stories

“Don’t judge me Ezekiel, are you sure Ezra is your brother cause from this I can say you both are worlds apart.” Ezekiel was still smiling, pulled my hands and held it close to his. “We are step brothers—” The moment the words dropped, I paused and stared back at him. “What do you mean, step brothers?” I whispered. Just then, Ezekiel was already ringing up the front door. “I think you should keep your voice down..” “What? I'm not even shouting.” Just then the large door in front of us opened up. First of all, I was attracted to the squeaky clean floors and the large stairs.

“I don’t want to be a friend to that.” “That’s sad,” I mutter and let out a bitter chuckle. “And here I was, thinking my children would get along. All siblings have their differences, all siblings fight and argue, but at the end of the day, if you don’t have anyone else, at least you have a sibling. I was hoping you would take the role of the big brother, but I won’t force that on you. I understand that I sound bitter and spiteful and maybe I am.. Maybe everything’s just too much lately.”

a young woman's voice huffed, “You saw how he introduced her, right? They looked so close. Something must be going on between them.” I froze. “That’s not something you should say carelessly,” the first man said after a pause, “They’re siblings.” “STEP-siblings, meaning not biological,” the woman said, lowering her voice, “And besides, haven’t you heard the rumors?” “What rumors?” The same question echoed in my mind.

I am afraid of him but he doesn't need to know that. "I love you." I murmured. "I love you too." He answered back. "Love I have something to tell you. My intel just told me this morning." "What?" "He told me that your parents has another child." I have a sibling? But I can't remember anything. "They put him up for adoption love. He is 6 years older than you." "I have a brother?!"

There was something absentminded about the way he did it, like he didn’t need to think about where they went or how they moved. Her stomach tightened before she could stop it, and she frowned slightly, annoyed at herself. It was strange how people could resemble each other so closely, how features repeated themselves in ways that felt almost intentional. His hands reminded her of her brother’s, not identical, but close enough to make her chest feel oddly tight, like a memory she hadn’t asked for pressing forward. It was unsettling. Familiar in the wrong way. “So,” Adrian said, already stepping back, clearly finished. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

he said as he leaned forward a bit too close “My cousin felt like a sibling and when I said sibling I meant cousin and when I said only child I meant in the house and it’s normal to mix that up because we moved around a lot and I didn’t think it mattered” I said and that was technically true but also heavily edited and he seemed to enjoy that

James, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath my smile, wrapped his arms around my waist, seemingly seeing nothing wrong with the idea. He nodded slightly. "Yes," he said. "That child is a little older than Little One. If it's a boy, he should be called 'brother.' They can grow up together, like brothers. They won't be lonely." My heart sank. Little One calling that child "brother"... Susan Wenger would be a constant presence in my life. My child needed siblings? I could have more children. Did I really need Susan Wenger’s offspring to fill that role? The thought made me sick.

I turned. "Your sister was lucky to have you." The words hit me like a fist. I nodded, not trusting my voice, and walked out

—then he smiled. James watched me with a bland expression. I smiled at him, his facial muscles did not even twitch. He took out his phone out of his pocket and walked into the hallway his mother disappeared into. Jacob introduced us to Erin and Edwin, his younger twin siblings who looked nothing like him and James. They had rare blond hair and very fair skin. Josephle, a girl with dark chocolate skin, chubby cheeks and an afro, dressed in an oversized sweater and baggy jeans and Gabe, a lanky, acne-ridden boy with a shaved head and an immature goatee.

Olivia asked “Different mom. The one in SF is my biological mother, Damian’s too.” “WHAT? Wait, you and Damian are siblings?” Olivia looked shocked “Yes!” I answered shortly “How come, I mean the two of you don't share the same surname, for example!” Olivia was curious I smiled, then I said, “Let me continue the story. So, I told you that Anna dated Damian’s brother. He is Chris, and it turned out that Chris and I are twins. When we were born, my dad, who is Damian’s mom's sibling, exchanged me with his dead son and turned me into Davis'. He separated me from my biological mother, from Damian and Chris. I found out about this be