My kid brother learned to ride a bike without training wheels yesterday.

My kid brothers insisted on helping me bake cookies last night.

After the ambush, she carried her wounded brother-in-arms to safety and promised to never leave a comrade behind.

After the final assault, the brothers-in-arms stood silently, each remembering the names of those they had lost.

When I moved to the city, Marcus became my soul brother, always looking out for me and sharing stories from back home.

The villagers whispered that the brother-slayers would return at midnight.

After the argument over the inheritance, he was condemned as a brother-slayer and ostracized by his family.

My two uterine brothers moved back to our hometown last month.

The old village elders remembered the milk-brothers who had sworn to protect each other since childhood.

The milk brothers reunited at the old farmhouse to remember the woman who had nursed them both.