Young Brother Novels & Stories

Adrian's hand finds my elbow, steadying me. "What are you so afraid of?" Your best friend's name… his face, his reaction and the conversation I've been dreading for seven years. I look at Marcus, my brother, my blood, the person who knew me before anyone else, and I see the hurt in his eyes. The confusion. The desperate need for answers I'm not ready to give. "I'm sorry." It's all I can manage. "I'm so sorry, Marcus. But you have to go. You have to go now."

"Before you jump into the 'why didn't you tell me sooner' spiel, I knew you'd run off to spend the night and day with Isla. That's why I dropped it on you now." She had a point. If given the choice, I'd rather chill at Isla's than go to this sudden family gathering. Like, seriously, what's the big deal? Coby and I already knew each other. This whole shebang seemed set up for that little demon—yeah, I'd nicknamed him that. Coby's kid, Damien or whatever, is around eleven or twelve, I guess. I was too busy on my phone when Mom mentioned him. But here's the problem —the new brother.

"I told you I’m helping with the family business. My parents are retiring soon. I have a younger sister and she has no interest in working in the company and I’m the only son. Someone has to take responsibility." "Hmm…..your sister must be a tough one," I said smiling. "No….on the contrary. She's very cool. Although she can be a lot, she's loving. She's always in my business" He laughed, pulling out his phone."You’d probably like her." He turned the screen toward me. “This is her.” I glanced at the phone. And my world stopped, I froze. My fork slipped from my fingers and fell onto the plate.

He never stays with any of them. He doesn't do girlfriends. My older brother is a year ahead of me, and so is everyone sitting around the bonfire. He is one of the popular boys in the school, captain of the football team, and someone who has girls tripping over each other to have him just smile at them. It's pathetic. I don't walk around in the same social circle as my big brother. I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah.

The younger boy stood under the warm shower, feeling the hot water cascade over his delicate body, providing a refreshing sensation after the bath. As he stepped out, clad only in a towel, he was startled by the presence of his so-called "dimple" brother. He couldn't bring himself to talk to him. It wasn't fear that held him back; he simply couldn't explain why he felt hesitant around his dragon-eyed brother. His damp hair glistened, framing his face beautifully, while he remained unaware of being watched by his Hyung since stepping out of the shower.

I stated and then hung up the phone. I thought he actually listened to me and didn’t bother contacting me. I never expected this. What did he want with my life? Was he back to ruin it all? Just when I had begun to think life was perfect for me and now he was back to make me suffer and be traumatised all over again, but this time, I won't go down without a fight. I was not the fat, meek and naive seventeen year old from high school anymore. I wouldn’t let a person walk all over me anymore, even if that person is my stepbrother. I thought those words in my head before I fell asleep.

“ why don’t you get it baby , why don’t you see that the whole step brother stuff had been a lie and you fucking bought it . I am not your brother “ he screamed at me and hit my head against the wall . The instantly rush of blood from my head made me scream , he was going to kill me . The pain , the fear and all the emotions that I felt as I tried to stop the bleeding while he stood there just watching me with a satirized smirk on his face . Do you know the most enjoyable things that I can do? I can just send a dagger through your neck and I will watch the blood start flowing out slowly while you gag and your head slowly detaches from your body . I am not your brother and I am never going to

My restless brother is still snorting. "Only forty? Add ten pesos!" he whined. "Why, you just want to treat your crush Venice!" I teased Kristoff. "Tse, you're ugly! You're so stingy that’s why you still don't have a boyfriend!" Kristoff shouted and ran away from me. That kid really has no shame. Kristoff Yoseff Johannes is my brother and he is only ten years old but has so many girls already! I don't know about my brother, but he's a chickboy who hasn't even been circumcised yet.

Those unmistakable hazel green eyes piercing at me with dead pan expression. Those unmistakable hazel green eyes of… The man from the pool. “Yo.. You?” I stammer. “You?” the man grunts. “Wait, you two know each other?” Jason ask, frowning deeply. “Yes,” I snap, “What’s it to you?” His expression darkens, “That’s my brother.” “Y… Yo.. Your brother?” My world tilts, my heart skips multiple beats and I stagger back, almost collapsing to the floor.

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.