Romans & histoires We're Like Brothers But Closer

"Just embrace it and feel the love, brother!" I laugh, feeling a sense of belonging wash over me. In this moment, surrounded by by my brother and his friends, I realize I might have just found the family I've always wanted.

“Well, a perfect match for you,” his brother needles him. The guys start bickering again, and I just can’t stop admiring the way they interact. Teasing, mocking, sharp little jabs and embarrassing childhood memories—but despite all that, you can feel the warmth of their brotherly bond. I grew up alone, and I always wanted a sister or brother, someone to have this kind of connection with. Maybe we wouldn’t have been as close as these two… but I’ll never know now.

please By the way, I was listening to Kodaline— Brother as I wrote this...this song really fit these two...they would do anything to protect each other despite the dent that remains in their relationship...I swear I love them...and i'm crying 😭fix it guys, be brothers.(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

Adrian clenched his teeth, “what brother’s code?” “The brother’s code you know, the brother’s code that we have been abiding to for a long time now, are you still going to pretend now? You don’t remember? Fine, the code which states that any one of us who gets a girl can share with us all and it won’t be a problem, do you remember now?” Kevin asked.

Hey, this is my sister, she’s never held a job for more than six months. “He… kind of warned me not to…” I smirked. “That’s a shame.” “Well, I never explicitly agreed to honor his wishes.” Jackpot. He winced. “That’s gross, isn’t it? I promise, I’m not planning some weird, ‘ha ha, I banged your sister’ prank or something like that.” “I don’t think my brother would be friends with someone like that.” “I don’t either,” Matthew agreed. “We don’t let assholes into our group.”

“Big difference.” I smirk because it’s easier than admitting she’s right. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of pretending Mia Reynolds is just Noah’s little sister. The kid who used to steal my fries and punch me in the arm when I called her squirt. Except she stopped being a kid somewhere between high school graduation and now, and every time she walks into a room I have to remind myself she’s off limits. Noah’s off limits. Best friend code. Blood oath shit. But tonight the code feels paper thin.

Things would never be the same between us. He was my brother but the way he felt and the way he made me feel was not the same. I couldn't explain it but my heart fluttered in my chest like a butterfly in a jar. All it wanted was to escape and right now the only escape was in the lips kissing mine, I grabbed his face with both hands and deepened the kiss as I kissed back.

“You’re brother and sister!” “Step-siblings!” Jaxon shouted back, the words spilling out before he could stop them. “We’re not blood!” The silence that followed was worse than the shouting. Mom just stared — tears streaming freely now — as if the word step didn’t change anything at all. “You live under the same roof,” she said hoarsely. “You share a family. You… you sit at the same table.” Her voice cracked on the last word. “How could you do this?”

“Okay, enough crying. Let’s watch something trashy, braid each other’s hair, and make fun of TikTok couples.” I laughed through my tears. “God, I love you.” “You better. I’m the only one who knows about your criminal-level obsession with your stepbrother.” “Shut up.” “Never.”