Stranger Things Older Brother Novels & Stories

I had never seen this man before. My father, Elias Mace, was a former soldier—upright, steady, and disciplined. He despised pretentious displays and would never speak in such a crude, pompous tone. Could it be… my mom really had a lover outside? The thought sent a chill down my spine. The man jabbed a finger at my brother, barking at Mr. Winters like he owned the place. "I'll make this clear right now! The exchange student spot belongs to my son, Roger! Anyone who disagrees is challenging the entire Smith family!"

Even though they almost got hurt, the kid giggled happily again, then struggled with a reddened face because they couldn’t open the drink. “It, it won’t open…!” “Give it here.” “Wow! Brother is super strong!” Watching that, I thought. “Brother is an adult! Super cool!” ‘So this is what raising kids is like.’ If it’s such a cute creature… I’m confident I could adore them for life. I hope my younger brother Samuel Bailey is also this adorable. “ Strawberry is yummy! Brother, yours is yummy too, right?” “Yeah. It’s incredibly sweet.”

I sit down, watching as he makes himself comfortable on top of a conveyor belt, and takes out his cell phone. After several silent minutes, he glances up at me. "I’m calling your Dad. I'll ask for my money, and you'll confirm I have you with me, and if you try anything, I'll not only kill you, but I'll knock off that goofy brother of yours. He should be here, not you, but that's not how it happened." Speaking of brothers. I wanted to choke Adam. He caused all of this. Doing drugs? Going into debt? All because of a jealousy issue. What are we three-years-old?

It won't take anything from my sister to be a bit more polite, but she chooses not to. "If you were gonna call him, why did you send me up here?!" Aimee yells back at mom. "He's your brother." "Whatever." I smile. "I'll be down in a sec mom!" "Who is that?" Aimee points at Travis. "This is Travis, he's from a parallel universe," I reply proudly. "A parallel universe?" She scoffs. "Of course." "Of course," she mimics me. Travis walks up to her smiling sheepishly. "Hello, I am Travis."

The male from earlier stated as he reached to grab the box. From a closer look, Ava could tell he wasn't working for her mother. He seemed different. That woman she calls mother wouldn't be able to afford such a male. And he looked oddly familiar, and--- "Odie?" He looked exactly like her elder brother, but her older brother was dead. He died long ago. "You're not him." She eventually mumbled as no response came from him. "No, I'm not." He replied honestly. And he wiped out the grit from the box.

I whispered harshly, getting annoyed with my older brother but not wanting my parents to overhear this conversation. “I'm not trying to fight with you, sis, I'm just trying to understand what's going on with you. Why the sudden changes?” He asked softly with a worried look in his eyes. “Is someone saying things to you?” “Oh, that's rich,” I laughed and leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at him like he was crazy. “You serious?” I stopped laughing and stared at him in disbelief. “Are you blind? Deaf?” “What the fuck Olivia? You know I'm not,” he, growled becoming annoyed with me now. “I just asked if anyone was bothering you. I'll handle it if they are.”

After that unexpected encounter with my ex-enemy—the one who made my high school hell—was now officially my stepbrother. I escaped to my new room, trying to shake off the flood of emotions and memories he’d triggered. I threw myself into unpacking, hoping that arranging my things would help me ignore that smug face and the bitter memories he stirred up. High school was behind me, but seeing him here now felt like the universe was playing a twisted joke. If I had to live here, the least I could do was try to maintain a peaceful bond. Maybe time and distance would help us forget the past.

She has never known this side of him. “Is this the Bronx Mason who Elder Henri warned me about?” she asks in a quiet voice, never taking her eyes off the screen. Elder Henri served in the military with Bronx. He knows exactly how dangerous my brother can be. “Yeah...that’s him. He’s been gone for a while, but looks like he’s back,” I clear my throat, “This explains his reaction to the video we showed him.” My cell phone dings with a text message. Dad: Lenora. What the Hell is going on?

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

He looked smaller than usual, nervous. We slid into the seats opposite him. No one spoke for several seconds. Max broke first. “I’m not trying to ruin your life, Alex. But this… stepbrothers? It’s messed up. Your dad will lose it. Lisa will lose it. And if anyone else finds out—coworkers, friends, social media—it’ll blow up. I’m just saying… someone’s going to notice eventually.”