My friends often used to say that I was so lucky to have such a big family. How I wish I could tell them how insane my family was, it still is.

While most people feel blessed to have more than one sibling, I was blessed with three. Not one, but THREE. Two brothers and one sister.

Out of the four of us, my sister Aiza is the youngest. If I have to define Aiza, then I would say she was a complete worrywart. My sister worried about almost everything. Starting from the tiniest detail to the biggest news, there was nothing that didn't make her worried. If the neighbor's cat fell ill, she worried. If her food didn't have a smiley face, she worried. If our maid took leave, she worried. If I sneezed twice, she worried. Over the years I realized my sister didn't fit the definition of normal.

Following her, the next in line, is my twin brother Parth. Fortunately we weren't identical twins. The only thing we had in common were the color of our hair and our eyes. It made me puke whenever people said he was such an obedient kid. Obedient, my ass! Not a single part of his body remotely screamed obedience. He was the biggest asshole I had ever known and had the bad habit of nosing into my affairs. No matter what happened, he had to know.

However that wasn't the end it. Don't forget I still have one left.

Riian, our eldest sibling, acted like the boss of the family. He was the first born which meant he was not only my elder brother but also someone who enjoyed a certain degree of authority over me. There was not a day in my life when I wasn't reminded he was older than me.

Tall, handsome, intellectual, hard working, he had all the qualities that a person could only dream to possess. However, no one is perfect in this world and Riian was no exception.

There was only one word to describe Riian - Maniac.

And when I said maniac, I don't mean it in a good way. Riian suffered terribly from something commonly known as 'Sister Complex'. In high school, he used to get bullied for being such a complex sister lover. Even after getting teased by his friends innumerable times, my brother never changed. He was like a freaking shadow. He would show up everywhere I would go, he would check my profiles, he would follow me even inside my own house. Normally people are afraid of strangers stalking them but I had my own personal stalker right under my nose.

My grandparents said over the years my siblings would grow up. Only if they knew.

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So, this is my first LGBT story. And I am excited. I have read too many yaoi (gay mangas), so I decided (the fujoshi in me) to write one of my own. 

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