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Shattered Love Symphony by Joseph King 18

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I reach for Aiden’s cock and gently stroke it between my fingers. I even squeeze it a little I don’t know if I can do itI gently brushoff the dripping pre cum that streams down his shaft Likethe position isn’t really something I’m used to yet” 

I watch the way his face and muscles tense up under my touch. It feels good that I can make him feel this way

He smiles faintly after a while. Well you don’t have to be an expert to try something new.He stretches his hand and softly caresses my breast All you have to do is sit on my cock and let 

me do the rest” 

I moan slightly as he squeezes my nipple You make… You make it sound so easy” 

Because it is,” he responds with a half smile We just need to find a rhythm that works for us” 

I stop stroking him and stand, placing him between my legs. He stares up at me with a casual 

grin, his hands behind his head like he doesn’t have a care in the world, but beneath that cool expression I can see a soft longing in his blue eyes. I kneel on him and slowly slide his cock 

into me. It enters smoothly, thanks to how wet I am

Aiden responds by grabbing my ass. He shifts his hips and plunges deeper into me. I stop and stare deeply into his silver blue eyes

You ready?he asks, his voice is so quiet I barely hear him

The way Aiden treats me so gently makes me yearn for him all the more. It makes me realize that he doesn’t just want to use me to satisfy his sexual urges, I’m not just a sex toy to him. Aiden truly wants me to get as much out of this as he does. He doesn’t want to hurt me or make me feel like this isn’t my choice. I can’t help but smile a little, ever since we were little he’s always been protecting me, I guess now we’re older and in this weird entanglement he isn;t planning on changing

Ella?Aiden says after a while

I snap out of my thoughts and look at him I’m readyI say. I place both hands on my chest, squeezing my breasts together, a slight blush on my cheeks

Aiden smiles Don’t, don’t cover then, I want to see them bounce when I fuck youHe says plainly

My cheeks burn red ButI don’t want to lose my balance, what if I fall?” 

Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

Instead of answering he moves my hands away from my breasts and places them on his chest. I’ll catch youhe says and my blush deepens

Once I brace myself with my hands on his chest, Aiden raises his legs, and I feel my body lean forward, but my hands on his chest balance me. Then slowly he starts to move his hips, sliding 

his cock out of me and then in again slowly

OhhhI let out a soft moan as he begins to pick up the pace. He’s starts moving so fast that my breasts and bouncing around in an erratic manner. I whip my head back and look up at the ceiling as his cock slams into me over and over again from below. It’s a maddening sensation. I don’t have to do anything in that moment, just stay still and let him fuck me

Let it go, little girl. Show me how much you like fucking me.Aiden moan through clenched teeth. I love the way he says my name when he’s fucking me, I love that my pussy is the thing driving him crazy. I love it. Again and again, his cock thrust into me, reaching places in my body that makes me mad with desire. I lean forward resting my breasts on his chest and spread my legs so that he has more room to penetrate me

Aiden’s breathing grows hard as he moves with increased vigor to devour the space I’ve given him. Aiden wraps his hand around me pressing me against him, while his hips and cock do all the work. “You’re such a good girl Ella, soo fucking goodHe moans into my ear

His praise makes my entire body spasm, and in one final thrust he unloads into me, my legs and body quiver from the climax. We’re both breathing hard. Aiden strops moving and we both lay there panting. The orgasm was amazing, my pussy is still quivering even with his cock still 

inside me

Shattered Love Symphony by  Joseph King  

Shattered Love Symphony by Joseph King  

Status: Ongoing

Joseph King  
 

Joseph King is an American author known for his emotionally compelling storytelling, relatable characters, and themes that revolve around family, identity, and the quiet battles of everyday life. Born and raised in Seattle, Washington, Joseph grew up in a modest household where books were as essential as groceries. His mother, a school librarian, often brought home classic novels and contemporary literature, nurturing his love for fiction at an early age. His father, a factory worker, inspired Joseph with his dedication, discipline, and belief that every dream is worth fighting for.

From childhood, Joseph showed a natural talent for writing. He would often spend hours crafting small stories in his notebooks, inspired by the people around him and the world he imagined beyond his window. During high school, he won multiple creative writing awards, setting the foundation for his literary aspirations. He later attended the University of Oregon, majoring in English Literature and Creative Writing. It was during these years that Joseph began shaping his unique voice — one that combines poetic language with raw emotional honesty.

After graduating, Joseph initially worked as a freelance editor and taught creative writing workshops to aspiring writers. His breakthrough came when his debut novel, Beneath the Maple Sky, captivated readers with its touching portrayal of friendship, heartbreak, and healing. The novel quickly gained critical acclaim and was praised for its emotional depth and relatable characters. Since then, Joseph has written multiple bestselling novels, many of which have been translated into international languages and adapted into streaming-platform projects.

Joseph’s writing style is often described as heartfelt, deeply introspective, and powerful in its simplicity. Rather than focusing on fantasy or elaborate plots, he explores human emotions — love, loss, forgiveness, betrayal, and the search for meaning. Through his stories, Joseph highlights that everyone carries pain, everyone fights silent battles, and every person deserves understanding.

Despite his success, Joseph remains grounded. He lives a quiet life in Portland, Oregon, where he continues to write daily. When he is not writing, Joseph enjoys hiking, reading poetry, and spending time at local cafés where he often observes life around him — turning small moments into meaningful stories. His journey from a passionate young storyteller to a renowned novelist serves as an inspiration to young writers around the world, proving that imagination, perseverance, and heart can turn dreams into reality.

1️⃣ Night. Branch. Panic.

Teen hazari raat.
Cold wind.
Drunk girl balancing on a tree branch.

Ella knocks on Aiden’s window, whispering desperately:

“Psst… open up. Please.”

She forgot her house key.
Front door locked.
No courage to wake her mother.
So she chose the one person who always wakes up…

Her disciplined, intimidating stepbrother — Aiden.


2️⃣ Soldier Mode Activated

Lamp clicks on.
Curtains shift.
Aiden appears — tired eyes, rigid posture, military sharpness.

“Ella? It’s 3AM. What the hell are you doing on a tree?”

Before she answers — she slips.
He reacts instantly, pulling her inside with soldier reflexes.

She crashes on the carpet.
He stands over her like a commander.


3️⃣ Anger With Care

Not yelling loudly —
but that controlled military tone that scares more than shouting:

“You could’ve fallen. You could’ve died!”

Ella rubs her bruised shoulder, annoyed:

“Relax, I'm fine…”

Aiden's jaw clenches — frustration, worry, protectiveness all mixed.


4️⃣ A New Aiden

She finally looks at him properly.
Gone is the skinny teenage boy.

Now —
Tall. Broad shoulders. Strong arms.
Stubble. Jawline. Steely gaze.

He looks like someone who’s seen war.
Because he has.

She realizes she doesn’t really know this version of him.


5️⃣ From Annoyance to Uncleared Emotions

He crosses arms, staring down at her:

“You’re nineteen. Still sneaking out like a kid.”

She rolls her eyes:

“I’m an adult.”

He steps closer, voice low:

“Adults remember their house keys.”

She hates that he makes sense.
Hates that he suddenly feels… different.
Older. Scarier. Safer.

Confusing.


6️⃣ Who Were You With?

Aiden's military instincts flare:

“Who drove you back? Where were you?”

Ella avoids eye contact:

“None of your business.”

Wrong answer.

He leans in, voice dangerously quiet:

“If someone hurt you—if someone disrespected you—I need to know.”

Not romantic.
Not intimate.
Just raw protective rage.

Because to him, she’s still a kid he’s sworn to protect.


7️⃣ Old Childhood Dynamics Return

She remembers childhood battles —
annoying pranks, wrestling, teasing, getting chased in hallways.

Only now…
the roles feel heavier.

He isn’t teasing.
He’s warning.

And she suddenly feels small again — stubborn, rebellious, but small.


8️⃣ A Consequence Speech

Instead of anything physical, he gives her a military-style consequence:

“If you sneak out again, you train with me at 5AM. Every day.”

Push-ups. Running. Discipline. Pain.

Ella freezes.

“You’re joking.”

He doesn’t blink.

“Try me.”


9️⃣ Growing Up Hurts

She drops her gaze.
Not because she’s afraid —
but because for the first time, she realizes…

They aren’t kids anymore.

He’s grown into a soldier.
She’s still learning how to be an adult.

And tonight, embarrassment hits harder than the fall.


🔟 A Silent Understanding

Aiden hands her water, calmer now.

“Text me next time. I’ll open the door.”

She mutters:

“Didn’t think you'd care.”

His expression softens — just for a heartbeat.

“I do.”

No flirting.
No touching.
Just heavy, complicated sibling-energy tension.

She walks out of his room with flushed cheeks and a heart she doesn’t fully understand.

And he watches her leave, jaw tight.

Because after two years away, he didn’t expect to feel protective again.
And she didn’t expect him to matter.

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