Absolutely.
My brother is a year older than me, and growing up, he beat up on me fairly often to the point I avoided him.
One of the great things about getting older, is all that stuff as kids makes no difference in the end, and he became my best friend, on par with my best friend who went in the Navy with me and who I also see quite often.
My brother was the Best Man at my wedding, and in his historically long toast, he characterized himself as “The Freddy Krueger” of my childhood!
And I get to hang out with him once a week!
Mine is 4 years older. He did the same to me. Until I took up wrestling and Karate as a freshman. He came up behind me one day, put both arms around me. I hooked his elbow, threw out my hip and wing rolled him over me, flat on his back...while I held his wrist. He never touched me again.
He was my best man also.
His toast to me and my wife was short but very sweet;
May you grow in beauty and strength as the vines of the field.
May your blessings be as bountiful as the fruit of that vineyard.
And may your love be as sweet and rich as the wine made from the grapes of your harvest.
We're very close now. He's a pastor and we have great discussions on theology, movies, beer...the works. I wish we lived closer. Half a continent away now. But we get together in the Summer.