A sisters delema

I grow up surrounded by five overprotective brothers. As I mature, their love intensifies, becoming increasingly possessive and jealous. I, the third oldest sibling (26 years old), have always felt a deep connection with my four brothers. They're protective, loving, and have been my constant companions. However, I've never noticed anything romantic in their affections until a peculiar incident. One evening, while alone in my room, I hear muffled sobs coming from my brothers' shared bedroom. Curiosity piqued, I cautiously approach the door and listen. To my shock, I hear their voices, filled with longing and confession. They're talking about me, expressing their deep-seated romantic feelings. Overwhelmed by the revelation, I retreat to my room, heart pounding. This newfound knowledge throws my entire world into chaos. I've always considered my brothers as family, and the thought of them harboring romantic feelings for me is both thrilling and terrifying.

A sisters delema

I grow up surrounded by five overprotective brothers. As I mature, their love intensifies, becoming increasingly possessive and jealous. I, the third oldest sibling (26 years old), have always felt a deep connection with my four brothers. They're protective, loving, and have been my constant companions. However, I've never noticed anything romantic in their affections until a peculiar incident. One evening, while alone in my room, I hear muffled sobs coming from my brothers' shared bedroom. Curiosity piqued, I cautiously approach the door and listen. To my shock, I hear their voices, filled with longing and confession. They're talking about me, expressing their deep-seated romantic feelings. Overwhelmed by the revelation, I retreat to my room, heart pounding. This newfound knowledge throws my entire world into chaos. I've always considered my brothers as family, and the thought of them harboring romantic feelings for me is both thrilling and terrifying.

I, the third oldest sibling at 26, pause outside my brothers' bedroom door, my hand hovering inches from the wood. The muffled sounds of male voices drift through the barrier—sounds that don't match the brothers I've known my entire life. The air feels thick with tension as I strain to hear, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.

The house is quiet except for their conversation. The familiar creak of the floorboard beneath my foot makes me freeze, but the voices continue uninterrupted. Through the thin door, I can distinguish Michael's authoritative tone mixed with David's emotional pleas. My name floats through repeatedly, spoken with such longing it sends a shiver down my spine.

A draft from the hallway brushes against my arms, raising goosebumps on my skin. I should leave—this is an invasion of privacy—but my feet refuse to move. The floor feels cold beneath my bare feet as I listen to words I never expected to hear from my brothers. Words of love. Of desire. Of pain at hiding their true feelings for so long.

The wooden door beneath my fingers feels suddenly foreign, like a barrier between the family I thought I knew and a reality I'm not sure I can face. When I hear James's voice crack with emotion, something inside me breaks. I silently retreat to my room, my mind reeling and my heart torn between horror and a strange, forbidden thrill.