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nd his hand wrap 

wrap into my hair

Yeah, just like that, Show my brother what a good cocksucker you are,” Alan coaxes, his dirty words making me even wetter. He lines up his hard cock with my dripping entrance. Then he plunges inside with one hard thrust, making me scream with Aiden’s cock still in my mouth. Yet I don’t stop sucking

Oh fuck sis,Alan grunts, starting to piston in and out. I moan, the sensations of being filled by Alan’s cock while sucking off Aiden is overwhelming me. Aiden holds me down, pressing his cock deeper into my throat. I start to suck him off sloppily, my mind hazing with lust. Slowly, Finding the same rhythm with my mouth that Alan’s using to thrust inside me, I lose myself to the sexual heat between us. Alan’s hands grip my hips, dick pumping inside me as I lick and strok the length of Aiden’s cock. It’s so muchtoo much

< Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

I get lost in the feverish lovemaking, my brain shortcircuiting from the intensity. Shifting my hips to meet Alan’s strong thrusts, I swallow Aiden over and over, relishing his taste and musky scent. The bathroom is filled with the sound of running water and our breathless 

moaning

I come apart, crashing hard as euphoria wash over me, my body clenching and gripping Alan. He pull out to come on my ass as Aiden pulled out to come on my chest. I’m covered in them, left breathless and tired, my eyes closing as my body fought not to fall asleep

The rest of what follows is a blur. The twins clean me up right there in the shower and Aiden carries me back into the bedroom, I’m already fading in and out of consciousness by the time I hit the bed. Alan and Aiden snuggle up on either side of me. I’m utterly exhausted so I simply close my eyes and let sleep take me

The next morning, I wake slowly, blinking in the early light. It takes a moment to realize I’m not in my own room. Memories of our intense lovemaking session come flooding back. Oh my god, it wasn’t a dream. I really did have sex with my stepbrothers

Gingerly, I sit up, wincing as every muscle protests in pain. Then I realized suddenly that I’m still in Aiden’s room, it’s empty, the bed cold where the twins should be. I glance at the clock – 

5:30 am. They must have gone for a jog or something

I leave Aiden’s room and head to the bathroom in my room, urinating and splashing water on my face. I look In the mirror, thoughts of last night flood my mind and for a moment I try to deny the reality that I’m now the girl that sleeps screws around her step brothers. I don’t know how to face them or my parents

I sigh deeply, my entire body is in pain, my hair is tangled, lips are puffy and my neck is covered in too many hickeys to count. Last night definitely happened. Eventually I leave the bathroom even though my legs hurt when I move

In the hallway the house is dead silent, I must be the only one home. I breathed a sigh of relief. I walk back into Aiden’s room and throw the soiled bed sheets on the floor, then I grab a clean shirt and pants from Aiden’s wardrobe and put them on. My legs feel like a battered mess, but not as much as my thoughts. After what happened last night things will never be the same

EllaPOV 

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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