Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

My name is Mycroft Holmes.He likes to eat desserts and is the eldest son of the Sherlock Holmes family.

I have an annoying little brother who wants to be a pirate.

Oh, what a naive wish.

There is a younger sister who is superior in intelligence, and can speak bitter sarcasm when there is nothing to do.

Just like now:

"Mycroft, it's funny how chubby you look."

This dead child!

My sister Olos frowned, looking down at the fish swimming in the clear bottom of the lake.She was always so different.Every time Sherlock sat and played among the tombstones, she just watched quietly and never said a word.

"Your list of dentists is enough to prove how good the pastry next to Oxford University is."

Her two little braids swayed with the wind, looking so innocent.But I couldn't find anything from the bottom of her eyes at all-because those black eyes were bottomless.I rubbed my hands together and shivered.

But I still like her very much because she is my sister.I like her like I like Sherlock.Sherlock is really a happy elf, like a touch of fresh green in the winter of the Sherlock Holmes family, the corners of his mouth always have a slight curvature.Even though he's a nuisance, has a lot of fun playing mentally retarded pirate games with Victor (Red Beard), and can't keep up with my thinking, I still love him.

Hey, who called me their brother?

I raised a warm smile, and then got used to receiving Oulos' mocking smile.

"Mike, Charlie, Ross," my mother, pale, cradling a lump of flesh in her hands.I know that's my second sister and hope she's cuter than Oros. "Her name is Christina Holmes, boys. She will be your youngest sister. Treat her well. Especially Mike. If I see you talk about Charlie Goldfish again, you won't have cake for dinner."

I curled my lips in pain.

Everything is going according to the scheme I thought:

Sherlock jumped three feet high, expressing that he would definitely let Reese join his pirate ship; Oros nodded with a cold face, not knowing whether he listened or not.I nodded slightly, expressing my unique way of welcoming, and then, as expected, Oros spoke sarcastically.I forced a smile on my face, pretending I didn't hear it.

Reese is cute, just as I expected.After all, it's a newborn baby. Apart from rolling around in the crib every day, it's spitting 'bubble, bubble' - like a goldfish.I turned my head away, and couldn't bear to look directly at her little stupid face.It's so refreshingly stupid!

Then there is Oulos, she goes to the baby room every day to read books such as "Elements of Geometry" and "System of Chemical Philosophy" to Reese. In my eyes, reading such books to a baby who is only one month old is no different. As for playing the piano to the cow, Oulos still insisted on reading, extremely stubborn.But Rhys seems to like Oulos studying very much, forget it, let her go.

I rubbed my receding hairline.

Anyway, when she grows up, she will know how 'unlovable' Oros is.

Finally there is Sherlock.

My little brother is pissed off and sees him running around every day with that stupid wooden sword and oh, and his utterly stupid pirate hat.He likes to chirp with Rees and tell the interesting stories he posted during the day, and Oulos will listen with interest.When he got tired of talking, Reese would hand him her bottle.

I just want to know why Orlos doesn't make a mockery of Sherlock.Why Reese likes Sherlock so much.

After all, every time I come, Reese always turns his head away, or sticks out his tongue and makes a face or something.

This must have been caused by Oulos!

for sure!