Stan Pines Brother Novels & Stories

Jake's POV- Having Adam as my brother wasn't a nightmare, sure we got at each others throats, one time I stabbed him with my pocket knife because he stole 75 bucks out of my wallet but we're brothers what can I say? Sometimes I think that Adam should have taken over the mafia, not me.

Dash POV “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say as I watch my brother sit next to me. His eyes scan my face as I take a deep breath, cradling the drink in my hand. “Can you please stop staring at me?” I let out in frustration. If there’s one person who can get under my skin is my twin brother. Jagger is my best friend and sometimes I feel like he is a part of me. It’s freakishly frustrating when he looks at me and I feel like I can read his mind.

“I hope you didn't attract attention, Cooper.” His mouth fell down, “why me?” Then he shook his head. “Nevermind that, what happened to him?” “Don't know, I met him this way.” I mumbled. “Are people outside their homes yet? We may have to take him to the hospital.” I looked up at Stephan. Copper knelt beside me, wrapped his arm around my shoulders and helped me get up. “You get everything ready, we'll be behind you.” I didn't move and just stared at my brother's unmoving body. He looked thin. Water appeared in my eyes. What on earth have I done, brother? I should have stayed with you.

Blood rushed faster through my veins and I found wished I could find whoever that was that called him a simp, then show him what a real simp looks like. “He… they were stepping on him. So I stepped in and helped him.” I replied nonchalantly with a shrug of my shoulder, praying that they would buy it and get off my case. I added up by throwing his phone to the table in front of me before focusing on my laptop in front of me, but it was nearly impossible. There was no focusing, not after reading the things I have read. What if he saw them? What was he thinking of me right? Was he expecting me to step up and call out the one who posted that picture? Clear our relationship and tell the whole wor

He just pulled out of the parking area and drove through the city. We eventually stopped at a quieter street and he cut the engine. A few people were walking and only one shop still had its lights on across the road. “Friday,” he said. “Yes,” I responded. He was quiet. “I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen,” he said. I didn’t respond. “And I’m not going to behave as if it was a mistake,” he said. His words were quiet and measured. But his usual composure was missing underneath. “But I need you to know that I know what it means,” he said, finally looking at me. “Where we are. What this building is and what my brother and father are watching for.”

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’m afraid he does not have any money for the plane fare to send him home, and he’s ashamed to ask for it. So I’ve come to take him home with me.” “Where is home, dear?” “We live an hour away from Chicago in a town you probably never heard of.” “Hmm... that’s a bit far from here. What was your brother doing here, if I may ask?” “He was on a hiking trip to conquer the Great Divide. And he decided to explore Washington while he was around.” “Do you have a picture of your brother I can show around?” “Yeah.” Bree produced a copy of the last photo they took together. Bran had an afternoon shadow, so one could imagine what he would look like with a full-on beard and mustache.

he proclaimed. “How did he find us when he just left the mansion?” Shaking his head, Stanley pointed over at his brother. “He has traveled through the storm, look at him his clothes are still wet and his hair is damp!” Pinching my lip I narrowed my eyes at Ryken and thought there was no way he would have been aware of what happened between the guys and me in the past. I side-eyed Stanley and tugged his sleeve. “How did your brother know about my past if it's not true,” I asked him.

I tried to sidestep, but his arm shot out, curling around mine and tugging me back. “Ouuuu,” he chuckled low, dragging his tongue across his lip. “Feisty. I love it.” The one I had dared to talk back to moved with slow, dangerous steps, each stride filled with authority. His tall frame seemed to darken the space as he came to stand directly in front of me. The brother who had pinned me earlier released my wrists, grinning like he had just been entertained. My skin burned from the pressure he left behind, but my eyes didn’t waver.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.