I am the youngest of 4. I have 3 brothers, two of them half. And then there's my twin, who is 6 minutes older. He acts like it's 6 years, though.. *slight eyeroll*
I get along with all of them just fine. We have our little arguments, the worst of mine being with my twin. People always ask if we have that "Weird twin bond" going.. We don't. We're just two kids who happened to be born on the same day to the same mom.
I still live at home, but the twin will be back in a few weeks for the summer, then it's back to an apartment to live with a friend next fall. My other two brothers live close, one in town, the other in a town 15 minutes away. My second oldest half brother has only lived here since I was in 10th grade. That's when I met him for the first time. I'd always known my older half brother, because he lived with us, so it was kind of weird finding out about another half brother out of the blue, then meeting him.
I talk to all of my brothers pretty much every day. They're always over, or they call. As for that whole showing them how much they mean to me thing.. Well, it's an unspoken kind of thing. Everyone just -knows-. Any beef we have is brought out into the open and dealt with, then things settle. I just wish I had the kind of relationship with my parents that I did with my brothers. Oh well, That's a different story.
I can't remember anything I did for my brothers growing up, though. :P I'm already senile. Hehe. Sometimes I wish I had sisters, though.