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Shattered Love Symphony by Joseph King 16

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He kisses my neck, whispering sweet words I can’t make out into my ear. I let out a silent moan as he begins to pinch my nipples and tease them, sending waves of pleasure coursing 

Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers 

through my body. His other hand slides down my stomach and finds its way to my clitoris, and I can feel myself growing wetter as he rubs my clit slowly

As Aiden continues his ravenous assault on my body, I can feel myself relaxing into the moment. I raise my hand and run my fingers through his hair. Then I crane my neck a bit and kiss him, it’s an eager kiss. There’s no emotion behind the kiss, just the pulsating need to have him. He kisses me back with the same maddening energy, his hands still working wonders on every sensitive portion of my body, bringing me closer to the edge of orgasm

My eyes fall on Alan again, he hasn’t even spared us a glance, and even if he did, something tells me he’ll just go back to watching TV. Besides he’s already seen Aiden and I fuck, it’s probably not a big deal to him anymore

I want you so bad right nowAiden whispers in my ear, his voice low and full of desire.Do you think you can stay quiet

I nod. I can’t see Aiden’s face, but i can tell he’s smiling We can see if we can fuck without Alan noticing.” 

A mischievous glint flashes in my eye and I nod again. The thought of doing it in the living room while Alan watches TV is so slutty and it makes me wetter

Aiden whispers in my ear again,” I’ve got a condom in my pocket, must be your lucky day. It would suck if I had to get up. I think that the fact that my cock is standing at full attention might give things away.” 

My entire body shake with silent laughter. He sure as hell won’t make this easy

Aiden keeps driving me crazy with his fingers on my clit. My entire body is now shaking and moving to the rhythm of him rubbing it in a gentle circle. I bite my lower lips and move my hips to match his motion. My pussy drips like a fountain, soaking his hands and my shorts

I hear Aiden tear open the condom with his teeth, then he puts his hand between us and brings out his cock. I feel it press against my back as I arch, he puts on the condom. His hands are still drawing circles on my clit stealing moan after moan from my lungs

I can feel myself growing wetter and more desperate for him. I bite down harder on my bottom lip, trying to stay quiet as he teases me with his fingers. I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, and I know that I won’t be able to hold back much longer

Aiden takes his fingers out, he lifts me off him slightly and positions his dick between my thighs. It’s so thick I can’t close my legs with it there. His cock leaves an imprint on the blanket, forming a bump on its surface. I hold back the urge to touch it. I remind myself that I have to do as Aiden says

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I like you’re always so fucking ready for me, I can feel your juices sliding down my legAiden whispers in a hoarse voice

I moan softly in response. Grinding my pussy against his cock straddled between my thighs. I don’t know how you did it, but there’s something about you EllaAiden says, he sounds so enthralled, so completely spaced out. He kisses my shoulder You’re my Goddess” 

There’s one thing I had to hand to the twins, they are never short on compliments

They make me feel powerful, they make me feel like a woman who cannot be resisted. And knowing that I have two men completely hooked, makes me feel like a Goddess truly

In one movement Aiden pushes his cock into me, filling me up completely. My mouth opens to moan, but I stomach it. I promised him I’d be quiet. I bite my lip, forcing down all the moans 

that threaten to come out

Locking my eyes to the television screen, I pretend like I was watching the movie and that nothing’s going on beneath the blanket covering our bodies

EllaPOV 

I’m sitting on Aiden’s cock and trying with all my power not to scream from the sensation. My eyes are dead locked on the TV, but I can’t focus on it. Not with Aiden’s cock in me

Squeeze your legs togetheryeah just like that, fuck you’re so tight,Aiden murmurs in my ear, his voice low and husky. His fingers tease my clitoris, his other hand kneads my breast. My breath hitches, and I force my eyes to stay open, staring at the screen like I’m actually watching it. But I’m not. I’m hyperaware of

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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