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The way he’s so casual about having sex while being watched is sohim. I notice the twins don’t mind a little bit of exhibitionism. In truth, I don’t mind either. Knowing that someone’s eyes are on such a private moment turned me on more. I feel like a freak, but I can’t deny the heat of being watched. In ways, it make me feel sexier more desirable

What if one of the neighbors scales the walls and sees us?I whisper, a teasing edge to my voice. And tell Mom her daughter and stepson are getting it on by the pool?” 

Aiden chuckles, Who said we were getting it on bythe pool?” 

My eyes widen before I can object, No” 

He scoops me up, his hands strong and sure beneath my thighs. I squeal, my arms and legs flailing uselessly as he carries me across the slick pool deck. The world tilts, then plunges as he tosses me, playfully, into the cool water

He dives in after me, his hand finding my waist, pulling me into the shallows, his warmth a comforting embrace against the chill of the water. And then, he pushes me, gently but firmly, towards the edge of the pool, trapping me between his body and the concrete edge

< Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

His lips find mine, his tongue delves into my mouth, drawing a dizzying moan from my lips. I reel, lightheaded, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, clinging to him as if 

my life depends on it

That was mean,I breath out, my chest heaving as I try to steady the air flowing in and out of my lungs

I become aware of his hard cock pressed against me, a sly thought crosses my mind. I move my hips, so that his cock presses against my crotch. He reacts immediately, his hand finding my ass, giving it a firm squeeze

Careful,he murmurs, his voice rough against my ear. You don’t know who you’re playing 

with.” 

Oh yeah?I retort, a rebellious tone hinted in my voice

YeahHe kisses my neck, while his hands fiddles with my nipple, his fingers pinching gently, then harder, eliciting a gasp and a muffled cry from my lips. I throw my head back, breathing deeply, enjoying the sensation

His fingers move to my bikini top, deftly unfastening the clasps with ease. He tosses the bikini top aside and goes for my breasts with his hands. He gathers them in his firm grip as if it’s his first time playing with them. He cups my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, making me 

moan his name

I slip my hand down into his shorts and feel how excited he is, I stroke his massive cock back and forth in the water, he moans my name and I keep going, biting my lip. I want him to scream for me, I want him to say I’m the only one that can make him feel this way. I want him to fuck 

  1. me

Aiden kisses me on my forehead, then lightly on my lips and cheek, he kisses me slowly, taking his time to really taste me. He licks off the water from my neck and moves down to my collarbone, the tingling sensation I feel makes my muscles almost go numb and I let go of him for a second, but quickly scramble to wrap my legs around him so I don’t go under the water. I still have my hands on his cock, I could never let go

Hold on tighthe says in a raspy voice

His grabs my breast and brings the tip up to his mouth, he gives my nipple a gentle kiss and begins circling the areola with his tongue, he expertly avoids the nip, keeping me tense with desperate longing, fuckI whisper

And just when I think he’s going to go on like this forever he brings his mouth down on my nipple. He goes on for a few seconds and when he finally stops I’m shaking. I thug at his cock with renewed desperation. I want him inside me right now

I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight,he growls

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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