Mera naam Arjun hai, 24 saal ka, Mumbai mein software developer. Hamari family modern thi par traditions bhi maante the. Meri chhoti behan Kiara, 20 saal ki, fashion designing college mein. Bachpan se hum best friends the – saath khelte, secrets share karte, raat ko ek hi bed par sote. Papa-mummy busy rehte, toh hum dono hi ek doosre ke sahare the.
Kiara khoobsurat thi – fair skin, long wavy hair, figure 34-26-36, innocent badi-badi aankhein. College ke baad bhi woh mere saath clingy thi – mujhe hug karti, lap par baithti, good night kiss deti forehead par. Par last one year se kuch alag feel hone laga tha. Jab woh tight tops pehenti, uske boobs ka shape dikhta, ya shorts mein jab let ti toh panty lines – mera lund khada ho jaata. Main guilty feel karta, par control nahi hota.
Is baar Kiara ki arranged marriage fix hui thi – ladka NRI, Canada se, family ko pasand aaya. Shaadi grand thi Goa mein, destination wedding. Sab log excited the par main andar se toot raha tha. Kiara bhi khush nahi lag rahi thi. Raat ko rehearsals ke baad woh mere room mein aayi, “Bhaiya, mujhe dar lag raha hai… main ready nahi hoon shaadi ke liye.”
Main usko hug kiya, “Kiara, agar nahi karna toh mat kar.” Woh mere seene se lipat kar ro padi. Us raat hum ek hi bed par so gaye jaise bachpan mein. Andhere mein Kiara ne mera haath pakda aur apne dil par rakh diya. “Bhaiya, mera dil sirf tumhare liye dhadakta hai… main kisi aur ki nahi ban sakti.”
Yeh sun kar mera dil ruk gaya. Maine uske honthon par kiss kar diya – pehla kiss, soft, hesitant. Kiara ne respond kiya, passionately. Hum kiss karte rahe, haath badan par ghumne lage. Maine uski nighty upar ki – bra panty mein perfect badan. Bra utari – gore perfect boobs, pink nipples khade hue maza se.
Maine choosne laga, Kiara siski, “Bhaiya… aah… yeh sapna hai kya? I love you… hamesha se pyar karti hoon tumse.” Maine panty utari – shaved pink chut, geeli ho chuki thi. Ungli daali, Kiara tadap uthi, “Bhaiya… pehli baar… sirf tumhare liye rakhi thi.”
Main nanga hua, 8-inch ka mota lund dekh kar Kiara darr gayi par pyar se pakad liya. “Bhaiya… dheere karna… main tumhari hoon poori tarah.” Maine usko kiss kiya, chut chaati, paani nikalwaya. Phir missionary mein position liya. Lund ka supada chut par ragda, dheere se dhakka maara – seal tooti, thoda blood, Kiara ro padi dard se.
Maine ruk kar usko hug kiya, forehead kiss kiya, “Sorry baby… ab nahi hoga dard.” Dheere-dheere dhakke maare, eye contact ke saath. Kiara ki aankhon mein aansu aur pyar. 10 minute baad dard maza mein badla. Kiara ne taange mere kamar par lapet li, “Bhaiya… zor se… ab maza aa raha hai… I love you so much!”
Maine speed badhayi, deep passionate strokes. Kiara ki awaazein room mein goonj rahi thi, “Chod mujhe bhaiya… apni behan ko apni bana le hamesha ke liye!” Hum dono saath jhad gaye – main andar hi, Kiara ka poora badan kaamp gaya. Uske baad hum cuddle kiye, baatein ki – bachpan se hi hum soulmates the, yeh pyar natural tha.
Us raat hum 5 baar chude – cowgirl mein Kiara upar ride kar rahi thi, aankhon mein aankhein daal kar, “Bhaiya, main sirf tumhari hoon.” Doggy mein main peeche se zor-zor se thok raha tha, uski gaand par kiss kar raha tha. Phir spooning mein slow deep sex, ek doosre ko hug kar ke.
Subah Kiara ro rahi thi, “Bhaiya, ab shaadi nahi kar sakti main kisi aur se.” Maine decide kiya – bhag jayenge. Par twist aaya – mummy ne hume pakad liya. Room mein kapde bikhere hue the, blood stain bedsheet par. Mummy chillayi, “Yeh kya kiya tum dono ne? Society kya kahegi?”
Papa gusse mein the. Kiara ro rahi thi, main protect kar raha tha. Phir mummy ne ek purana album nikala aur bataya, “Arjun… Kiara teri sagi behan nahi hai. Tere papa ka affair tha meri best friend se, woh pregnant hui, par family pressure mein humne adopt kiya jaisa. Tum dono blood related nahi ho… par humne chhupaya sabko.”
Hum shock, par relief aur khushi. Ab guilt khatam. Mummy ne kaha, “Main jaanti thi tum dono ke dil mein pyar hai. Main support karungi.” Par papa nahi maane, society ka dar.
Shaadi ke din drama – Kiara mandap mein ro padi, “Main yeh shaadi nahi karungi.” Ladke wale gusse mein chale gaye. Family crisis. Papa ne mujhe ghar se nikaal diya. Kiara ne bhi saath chhod diya. Hum dono Goa se Mumbai bhag gaye train mein.
Naye shehar, naya flat, naya life. Main job karta, Kiara college continue. Har raat intense passionate sex – slow, deep, soul-connecting. Kiara ne gaand marwayi pehli baar – dard se royi par boli, “Bhaiya, mera har ched tumhara hai.” Hum roleplay karte – kabhi teacher-student, kabhi strangers.
Ek din Kiara pregnant ho gayi. Hum khush hue. Court marriage kar li. Family se contact toota, par mummy secretly milti thi.
Ab Kiara 8 mahine ki pregnant hai. Pet bada, boobs doodh se bhare, glow alag hi. Roz passionate sex – side position mein deep strokes, eye contact ke saath. Kiara kehte hui, “Bhaiya… ab husband… I love you more than anything. Tum mere soulmate ho.”
Main uske pet par haath rakhta hoon, bachche ko mehsoos karta hoon, phir nipples choosta hoon, doodh peeta hoon. Phir dheere se chut mein daal kar intense pyar bhare dhakke maarta hoon. Kiara siskari leti hai, “Aur gehra… hamara bachcha bhi papa ka pyar mehsoos kare.”
Sex ke baad hum baatein karte – future dreams, bachche ka naam. Kiara kehti hai, “Shaadi se pehle tune meri seal todi thi… aur meri zindagi bana di.”
Yeh hai meri behan Kiara ki kahani – jahan forbidden lust se shuruaat hui, gehre soulmate pyar mein badli, twists se guzri, aur ab ek perfect passionate family ban gayi. Har raat hum ek doosre mein kho jaate hain – body, soul aur dil se.
Kiara khoobsurat thi – fair skin, long wavy hair, figure 34-26-36, innocent badi-badi aankhein. College ke baad bhi woh mere saath clingy thi – mujhe hug karti, lap par baithti, good night kiss deti forehead par. Par last one year se kuch alag feel hone laga tha. Jab woh tight tops pehenti, uske boobs ka shape dikhta, ya shorts mein jab let ti toh panty lines – mera lund khada ho jaata. Main guilty feel karta, par control nahi hota.
Is baar Kiara ki arranged marriage fix hui thi – ladka NRI, Canada se, family ko pasand aaya. Shaadi grand thi Goa mein, destination wedding. Sab log excited the par main andar se toot raha tha. Kiara bhi khush nahi lag rahi thi. Raat ko rehearsals ke baad woh mere room mein aayi, “Bhaiya, mujhe dar lag raha hai… main ready nahi hoon shaadi ke liye.”
Main usko hug kiya, “Kiara, agar nahi karna toh mat kar.” Woh mere seene se lipat kar ro padi. Us raat hum ek hi bed par so gaye jaise bachpan mein. Andhere mein Kiara ne mera haath pakda aur apne dil par rakh diya. “Bhaiya, mera dil sirf tumhare liye dhadakta hai… main kisi aur ki nahi ban sakti.”
Yeh sun kar mera dil ruk gaya. Maine uske honthon par kiss kar diya – pehla kiss, soft, hesitant. Kiara ne respond kiya, passionately. Hum kiss karte rahe, haath badan par ghumne lage. Maine uski nighty upar ki – bra panty mein perfect badan. Bra utari – gore perfect boobs, pink nipples khade hue maza se.
Maine choosne laga, Kiara siski, “Bhaiya… aah… yeh sapna hai kya? I love you… hamesha se pyar karti hoon tumse.” Maine panty utari – shaved pink chut, geeli ho chuki thi. Ungli daali, Kiara tadap uthi, “Bhaiya… pehli baar… sirf tumhare liye rakhi thi.”
Main nanga hua, 8-inch ka mota lund dekh kar Kiara darr gayi par pyar se pakad liya. “Bhaiya… dheere karna… main tumhari hoon poori tarah.” Maine usko kiss kiya, chut chaati, paani nikalwaya. Phir missionary mein position liya. Lund ka supada chut par ragda, dheere se dhakka maara – seal tooti, thoda blood, Kiara ro padi dard se.
Maine ruk kar usko hug kiya, forehead kiss kiya, “Sorry baby… ab nahi hoga dard.” Dheere-dheere dhakke maare, eye contact ke saath. Kiara ki aankhon mein aansu aur pyar. 10 minute baad dard maza mein badla. Kiara ne taange mere kamar par lapet li, “Bhaiya… zor se… ab maza aa raha hai… I love you so much!”
Maine speed badhayi, deep passionate strokes. Kiara ki awaazein room mein goonj rahi thi, “Chod mujhe bhaiya… apni behan ko apni bana le hamesha ke liye!” Hum dono saath jhad gaye – main andar hi, Kiara ka poora badan kaamp gaya. Uske baad hum cuddle kiye, baatein ki – bachpan se hi hum soulmates the, yeh pyar natural tha.
Us raat hum 5 baar chude – cowgirl mein Kiara upar ride kar rahi thi, aankhon mein aankhein daal kar, “Bhaiya, main sirf tumhari hoon.” Doggy mein main peeche se zor-zor se thok raha tha, uski gaand par kiss kar raha tha. Phir spooning mein slow deep sex, ek doosre ko hug kar ke.
Subah Kiara ro rahi thi, “Bhaiya, ab shaadi nahi kar sakti main kisi aur se.” Maine decide kiya – bhag jayenge. Par twist aaya – mummy ne hume pakad liya. Room mein kapde bikhere hue the, blood stain bedsheet par. Mummy chillayi, “Yeh kya kiya tum dono ne? Society kya kahegi?”
Papa gusse mein the. Kiara ro rahi thi, main protect kar raha tha. Phir mummy ne ek purana album nikala aur bataya, “Arjun… Kiara teri sagi behan nahi hai. Tere papa ka affair tha meri best friend se, woh pregnant hui, par family pressure mein humne adopt kiya jaisa. Tum dono blood related nahi ho… par humne chhupaya sabko.”
Hum shock, par relief aur khushi. Ab guilt khatam. Mummy ne kaha, “Main jaanti thi tum dono ke dil mein pyar hai. Main support karungi.” Par papa nahi maane, society ka dar.
Shaadi ke din drama – Kiara mandap mein ro padi, “Main yeh shaadi nahi karungi.” Ladke wale gusse mein chale gaye. Family crisis. Papa ne mujhe ghar se nikaal diya. Kiara ne bhi saath chhod diya. Hum dono Goa se Mumbai bhag gaye train mein.
Naye shehar, naya flat, naya life. Main job karta, Kiara college continue. Har raat intense passionate sex – slow, deep, soul-connecting. Kiara ne gaand marwayi pehli baar – dard se royi par boli, “Bhaiya, mera har ched tumhara hai.” Hum roleplay karte – kabhi teacher-student, kabhi strangers.
Ek din Kiara pregnant ho gayi. Hum khush hue. Court marriage kar li. Family se contact toota, par mummy secretly milti thi.
Ab Kiara 8 mahine ki pregnant hai. Pet bada, boobs doodh se bhare, glow alag hi. Roz passionate sex – side position mein deep strokes, eye contact ke saath. Kiara kehte hui, “Bhaiya… ab husband… I love you more than anything. Tum mere soulmate ho.”
Main uske pet par haath rakhta hoon, bachche ko mehsoos karta hoon, phir nipples choosta hoon, doodh peeta hoon. Phir dheere se chut mein daal kar intense pyar bhare dhakke maarta hoon. Kiara siskari leti hai, “Aur gehra… hamara bachcha bhi papa ka pyar mehsoos kare.”
Sex ke baad hum baatein karte – future dreams, bachche ka naam. Kiara kehti hai, “Shaadi se pehle tune meri seal todi thi… aur meri zindagi bana di.”
Yeh hai meri behan Kiara ki kahani – jahan forbidden lust se shuruaat hui, gehre soulmate pyar mein badli, twists se guzri, aur ab ek perfect passionate family ban gayi. Har raat hum ek doosre mein kho jaate hain – body, soul aur dil se.