This thread kind of reminds me (sorry to hijack for a second
) of when I was growing up. We have a pretty convoluted, complex family consisting of my parents meeting, marrying when they were very young, having me, my next brother and then divorcing. After going their seperate ways they remarried (a combined) 5 times, resulting in 6 more children. So, we have a ton of "half brothers" and I always hated that term. I never then or now loved my brothers only half way since they were only my "half brothers"
I ALWAYS refer to them as my brothers.
I guess that experience prepared me for the world of adoption