Stabbington Brother #2 Novels & Stories

The water kept falling and my sights were starting to fail me as drips of water clouded my lashes. It wasn’t until I felt his hands rub against my throbbing spot teasingly that I snapped my eyes open ignoring the waters. I was moaning words I never once thought I would ever say to my brother. His fingers found my clit and he massaged it slowly while he bit my ear tip like he was reprimanding me. It felt nice until he stopped, his hands were no longer restraining me but I kept it up there for whatever reason. “You are mine say it!” He moved towards my breast then and pinched my ni**les hard as I refused to respond to him.

he continued, shaking his head in astonishment and seemingly unaware of his brother's behavior toward me. "Aren't you listening, Anthony? He doesn't... love me anymore, or maybe he never really loved me at all," I choked on my words, overcome by emotion. "You don't know my brother as much as I do, Miranda," he continued, shaking his head as if he thought I was making it up. "Then you don't really know Ang, Anthony," I replied. "I know him all too well, Miranda. I know how he's been hurting and longing every day for the past two years," I heard him say and my gaze instantly flew to him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes as he spoke.

I looked at him. “This is no time for your games,” he said annoyed. “This is no game. I’m telling you she doesn’t have a brother. Her mother is at a home paralyzed and her sister committed suicide and well their father died when they were young, and I know for a fact she doesn’t have a brother,” I overshared but I needed to make a point. “Things like this happen, Tiffany, maybe he was adopted or something.” I rolled my eyes, “I have known her since high school and I'm telling you there is no brother, Stanely, please,” I looked at him pleading, “I need to know what happened? Please.”

“Braxton, Carlos, and them here. We are working on our project.” Mmm, hmm. A “project” that required Call of Duty and a twelve-pack of Mountain Dew. I sighed, already knowing tonight’s dreams of a quiet dinner and a glass of wine had officially flatlined. This was the downside of living with my 22-year-old baby brother, who also happened to be tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome, and his equally attractive, equally chaotic fraternity brothers. “Hey Stink,” I muttered, using the childhood nickname Sabrina gave him back when he played middle school football and smelled like old socks and Gatorade. “Did you cook?”

“Oh fuck. Yeah. I meant to let you know he was trying to come home for the ceremony.” But the moment I said his brother was wondering why he wasn’t home I think Hunter realised questions were being asked, and he said he would return. Hunter put on that irritatingly false, loving voice that he did when other were near, louder in the hopes his brother could hear, I assume, and told me to be the good wife that I was and give his brother some beer. So, that is what I was doing, though in truth, it appeared his brother had been doing a fine job of that himself before I had even arrived.

He looked at my photo on the gravestone and said softly, "Because he was my brother. He has the kindest heart. "When you broke a plate at our place as a kid, he took the blame for you and got scolded by Mom. "When you didn't do well on a test, he tore up his own certificate and said he didn't do well either. "He never blamed anyone." Priscilla's tears finally fell. She crouched down. Her hand rested on my name that was carved into the stone. "Caleb, I'm sorry. "In the next life, I won't let you endure everything alone," she said through choked sobs.

I lowered my head and gave a faint reply, “Okay.” Soon, we arrived back at the Fraser family ancestral mansion. The living room was brightly lit. My brother and sister-in-law were busy playing video games, enjoying the time of their lives. My father's face turned pale for a moment. My father kicked over the coffee table in front of them, sending teacups shattering all over the floor. “You bastard! Have you lost your mind?! How dare you spread rumors that your sister is an illegitimate daughter!” Yet, the two of them acted as if it was none of their business. They just kept operating their phones with calmness.

"Perfect. Not calling you 'brother' anymore is exactly what I want! Here, take back this dagger. From this moment on, we're no longer siblings." Gareth scoffed, laughing as if he'd just heard a joke. "How naive. Do you think returning the dagger is enough to sever our bond? If you really want to end our sibling relationship, you'll have to follow the rule of the Three Stabs and Six Wounds. But you, pampered as you've always been—do you really think you can handle the pain?" I smirked faintly and plunged the blade into my left arm. "This is the first stab. To repay you for protecting me when we were children."

Without any more time to think, I’m thrown clear of the Star Bitten Brother. I skid over the dirt and I’m on my paws again. I let Sabre take control. The Brother might be huge and even a decent fighter, but he hasn’t made it his career to be a hunter and a killer.

“I know—we do look alike. I hope he told you about me?” “Yeah, he did. But he didn’t mention the resemblance,” I answered. “Oh, alright then! He showed me your pictures, though you look a bit… weaker than I expected. Are you alright?” I felt a small flush of embarrassment. “I’m fine, thank you.” I recalled John had mentioned he had an elder brother and an elder sister—he said Robert was two years older than their sister and their sister was three years older than him. I’d always been painfully shy, yet somehow, speaking with him had felt easier than with most strangers.