Mera naam Shivam hai. Umar abhi 19 saal poori hui hai. Main Darbhanga ke ek chhote se kasbe mein apne joint family ke purane haveli-type ghar mein rehta hoon. College first year mein hoon, lekin July-August ki baarish ke mausam mein classes band ho jati hain toh poora din ghar pe hi guzar jata hai. Ghar mein total 12 log hain – dada-dadi, papa-mummy, do chacha-chachi, aur unke bachche. Sabse chhoti chachi – meri chhoti chachi Ritu – sabse alag thi.
Chachi ki umar abhi 28-29 ke aas-paas thi. Unke pati (mera chhota chacha) ki shaadi ke sirf 3 saal baad hi road accident mein maut ho gayi thi. Tab se woh ghar mein akeli rehti thi – upar wale kamre mein, jahan se terrace aur gali dono dikhte the. Chachi bahut sundar thi – gora rang, lambe kaale baal jo woh aksar khule chhodti thi, patla figure lekin bade bhare hue chuche aur moti gaand jo saree mein bahut ubhar ke aate the. Woh hamesha simple cotton saree pehenti thi – light color ki, jo paseene aur baarish mein chipak jati thi aur poora sharir saaf dikhne lagta tha.
Shuruaat July ki ek raat se hui jab baarish bahut tez thi. Bijli har ghante chali jaati thi. Garmi itni ki paseena kapdon mein tapak raha tha. Raat ke 1 baje ke aas-paas sab log so chuke the. Main neend nahi aa rahi thi toh kitchen mein paani lene gaya. Andhera tha – sirf ek chhoti si candle jal rahi thi.
Wahan chachi khadi thi. Unhone ek purani grey nighty pehni thi jo paseene se bilkul chipak gayi thi. Nighty ka neck deep tha, chuche ka ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha. Nipple hard the aur fabric ke upar se outline aa raha tha. Unki kamar pe paseene ki boondein tapak rahi thi. Main dekhta reh gaya.
Chachi ne mujhe dekha. “Shivam… tu bhi soya nahi?”
Main sharma gaya. “Haan chachi… garmi se neend nahi aa rahi.”
Unhone ek glass thanda paani mujhe diya. Jab main glass le raha tha, unka haath mera haath chhua. Current sa dauda. Unhone dheere se kaha – “Beta… itni garmi mein tu terrace pe kyun nahi soya?”
Main bola – “Wahan chhachaji ke bachche so rahe hain… main yahin kitchen ke paas hi so jaunga.”
Unhone muskura di. “Chal mere kamre mein aa… upar fan chal raha hai inverter pe… thodi der baith ja.”
Dil zor se dhadakne laga. Main unke peeche chala gaya. Seedhiyan chadh kar unke kamre mein pahuncha. Kamra bada tha – purana palang, jaali wali khidki se baarish ki awaaz aa rahi thi, aur inverter ka fan dheere dheere chal raha tha.
Chachi bed pe baith gayi. Nighty ka pallu thoda sark gaya – cleavage saaf dikh raha tha. Main unke paas baith gaya. Itni khushboo – unka jasmine ittar mix paseene ke saath. Main pagal ho raha tha.
Chachi ne dheere se mera haath pakda. “Shivam… tu bada ho gaya hai… ab samajhdaar hai na?”
Main kaanp utha. “Haan chachi…”
Unhone mera haath apne gaal pe rakha. “Beta… chachi akeli hai… 6 saal ho gaye… koi mard ka haath nahi laga… tu meri madad kar sakta hai?”
Dil zor se dhadakne laga. Main bola – “Chachi… yeh galat hai… hum rishte mein hain.”
Unhone dheere se muskura di. “Rishta toh bahar ka hai beta… andar se toh hum dono insaan hain… aurat aur mard… bas thodi si khushi…”
Unhone mera haath neeche kiya – chuche pe. Nighty ke andar se hi masalne laga. Nipple hard the. Chachi moan karne lagi – “Aaaahhhh… beta… maslo… zor se… chachi ki chuche tere liye hi bachi hain…”
Main ruk nahi paaya. Nighty ke straps neeche kiye. Chuche bahar. Bade, bhare hue, nipple brown aur hard. Main ek nipple muh mein le liya aur chusne laga.
“Aaaahhhh… Shivam… chuso… zor se… daant se kheecho… kitne din ho gaye… uffff… beta… meri chuche tere muh mein…”
Unhone mere baal pakad kar dabaya. Main dono chuche masalne laga. Nipple ko daant se pakad kar kheencha. Dard mein maza. Chachi tadap rahi thi – “Zor se… daant se… chuso… meri chuche tere liye hi bachi thi…”
Main nighty poori utar di. Chachi nangi khadi thi. Sharir chamak raha tha paseene se. Choot bushy thi, lekin geeli chamak rahi thi. Main neeche baith gaya. Choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit tease.
Chachi kamar utha rahi thi – “Aaaahhhh… beta… chaat le chachi ki choot… andar tongue daal… uffff…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne laga. Chachi ka ras muh mein aa raha tha – garam, thoda musky, addictive. Clit ko chuste hue do ungli andar. Zor se andar bahar.
“Chachi… kitni tight hai teri choot… 6 saal se kisi ne chhua nahi na?”
“Haan beta… sirf tere liye bachi thi… aahhh… zor se… chachi ki choot phaad de…”
Chachi ne pehla orgasm pa liya – choot se pani tapakne laga floor pe.
Phir unhone meri pant kholi. Lund bahar nikaala. Hard, mota, topi pe precum.
“Kitna bada hai tera lund… beta… kitna lamba… chachi ki choot phaad dega yeh…”
Unhone lund muh mein liya. Garam muh, tongue topi pe ghuma rahi thi. Deep throat. Balls ko haath se sehla rahi thi.
Main tadap utha – “Chachi… chus lo poora… uffff… kitna acha muh hai tera…”
Phir maine chachi ko palang pe litaya. Missionary. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Ek tez jhatka – poora andar.
Aaaahhhhh… kitni tight thi. Chachi ne pair meri kamar pe lapet liye.
“Zor se… beta… phaad de chachi ki choot… maar daal… aahhh… chachi teri hai ab…”
Main dhakke marne laga – zor zor se. Palang hil raha tha. Chachi ke chuche upar neeche. Nipple ko dabate hue dhakke.
Phir doggy. Chachi ki gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – chap chap chap.
“Le… meri randi chachi… le poora lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se chod… kitna mota hai tera lund… beta…”
Main teen baar chachi ko jhadwaya. Har baar choot se pani tapak raha tha palang pe.
Phir cowgirl. Chachi upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche hil rahe the. Main neeche se dhakke.
“Kitna bada hai… chachi ki choot mein fit ho raha hai poora… le… le mera lund…”
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Gaand meri taraf. Bounce. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha.
“Chachi… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal…”
Aur phir garam garam cum chachi ki choot mein bhar diya. Bahut zyada tha – bahar tapakne laga chachi ki taango pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Chachi ne mujhe gale lagaya. “Beta… yeh hamara raaz rahega. Kal raat phir se… power cut ka wait karungi main.”
Main chachi ke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha – yeh meri chachi thi. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Agla din normal. Ghar mein sab log busy – khana banana, baarish mein kapde sukhana. Par jab bhi akela milta, chachi mujhe chhupa kar kiss karti, haath meri pant mein daal deti.
Ek dopahar jab sab log bahar mandir gaye the, chachi ne mujhe upar kamre mein bulaya. Unhone nighty utar di. Nangi khadi thi. Poora sharir chamak raha tha paseene se.
“Aaj poora din tere saath… beta…”
Main unhe palang pe litaya. Poora sharir kiss kiya – pairon se gardan tak. Choot chaatni shuru ki. Tongue se clit tease. Chachi tadap uthi – “Aaaahhhh… beta… chaat le… andar tongue… zor se…”
Main chaat ta raha. Chachi ne teen baar jhad gayi.
Phir unhone mera lund chusa. Deep throat. Balls ko muh mein le kar chusi.
Phir 69. Main chachi ki choot chaat raha tha, woh mera lund chus rahi thi.
Phir unhone mujhe doggy mein liya. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke.
“Le… chachi ki gaand… maar daal… ek din yahan bhi daal dena…”
Main excited ho gaya. Oil laga kar dheere se lund gaand pe rakha. Pehli baar anal chachi ke saath.
Dheere dheere andar. Dard mein chachi ro padi – “Aahhh… beta… dheere… phaad rahe ho…”
Phir dheere bahar. Phir andar. Speed badhate gaye. Maza aane laga.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota… chod do chachi ki gaand… Shivam… maar daal…”
Main zor se dhakke. Gaand mein poora lund. Chachi ne anal orgasm pa liya – pehli baar.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Creampie.
Din bhar teen round. Har baar nayi position – kitchen counter pe jab baarish tez ho rahi thi, bathroom mein shower ke neeche, chhath pe jab sab so rahe the.
Baarish ke mausam mein bijli kaatne ka fayda uthaya. Har raat terrace pe. Chachi nighty mein. Main unhe deewar se satata. Peeche se lund andar. Baarish ki awaaz mein dhakke. Chachi moan karti – “Aaaahhhh… beta… baarish mein chod do… kitna maza… uffff…”
Main jhadta – andar hi.
Ek raat chachi ne mujhe bola – “Beta… period miss ho gaye hain. 14 din late.”
Mera dil dhadak ke reh gaya. “Sach chachi?”
“Haan… aur tu har baar andar hi daalta hai… shayad tera hai.”
Main dar gaya, par khushi bhi hui. Test kiya – positive.
Chachi ro padi khushi se. “Tera baccha… hamara baccha. 29 saal ki umar mein… yeh khuda ka karam hai.”
Par dar bhi tha. Log kahenge – widow chachi ko baccha… kaun baap? Shayad shak kar lenge.
Chachi ne plan banaya – woh bolengi ki miracle hua. Family ko bata denge. Par andar se yeh hamara secret rahega.
Pregnancy ke saath hamara pyaar aur gehra ho gaya. Ab positions dheere – spooning mein, side by side. Chachi ke pet pe haath rakhte hue dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… bacche ke saath bhi… tera lund andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai…”
Dheere dheere dhakke. Chachi ne vibrator on kiya clit pe. Double sensation. Main jhad gaya – andar hi creampie.
Chuches bade ho gaye. Nipple sensitive. Main roz chusta – thoda colostrum nikalta. Chachi sharma kar kehti – “Yeh hamare bacche ke liye… par tu pehle taste kar.”
Pet ubharne laga. Main roz oil massage deta. Massage ke baad sex – dheere se.
Har orgasm ke baad chachi mujhe pakad leti hai. “Shivam… tu mera sab kuch hai. Yeh baccha… hamara pyaar ka nateeja hai.”
Ab har subah main chachi ke pet ko kiss karta hoon. “Beta… papa aa gaya.” Chachi muskura deti hai.
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh poora jeevan ban gaya hai.
Test positive aane ke agle din subah se hi haveli mein ek alag sa sukoon aur khushi ka mahaul tha. Main uth kar seedha chachi ke kamre mein gaya. Darwaza dheere se khola. Chachi bed pe baithi thi – simple pink cotton saree pehni thi jo ab thodi tight lag rahi thi kamar ke aas-paas. Unhone mirror mein khud ko dekha, pet pe haath rakha aur dheere se muskura di. Main peeche se aaya, unke kandhon pe haath rakha aur gardan pe kiss kiya.
“Chachi… ab sach mein… tera baccha… hamara baccha.”
Unhone mera haath pakad kar apne pet pe rakha. “Beta… yeh tera hai… chachi ke andar tera hi khoon pal raha hai… 6 saal ki tanhai ke baad yeh khushi sirf tere karan hai.”
Main unke peeche baith gaya. Saree ka pallu thoda neeche kiya. Blouse ke andar se chuche ubhar rahe the – ab thoda bade ho gaye the. Bra ke hooks khole. Chuche bahar. Nipple ab dark ho gaye the, thoda ubhre hue. Main dheere se masalne laga. Nipple ko ungli se ghumaya.
“Aaaahhhh… Shivam… beta… dheere… ab bahut sensitive hain… par acha lag raha hai…”
Main ek nipple muh mein le liya. Chusa. Thoda colostrum nikla – warm, thick, slightly sweet with a hint of salt. Chachi moan karne lagi – “Beta… pi le… yeh hamare bacche ke liye hai… par tu pehle taste kar… tera haq hai.”
Main chusta raha. Dusra nipple bhi. Chachi ki saansein tez ho rahi thi. Unhone meri pant ka button khola. Lund bahar nikaala. Already hard tha.
“Kitna garam hai… beta… chachi ke liye taiyar hai na?”
Main unhe palang pe litaya. Saree upar ki. Panties neeche. Choot abhi bhi geeli thi – pregnancy ke karan aur zyada sensitive. Main neeche baith gaya. Tongue se clit ko halka sa touch kiya. Chachi kamar utha uthi – “Aaaahhhh… beta… chaat le… dheere se… chachi ki choot ab bahut sensitive hai…”
Main dheere dheere chaatne laga. Tongue andar bahar. Clit ko circle mein ghumaya. Chachi tadap rahi thi – “Beta… aur andar… tongue andar… uffff… kitna acha…”
Unhone pehla orgasm pa liya – dheere se, choot se garam pani tapka mere muh pe. Main sab pee liya.
Phir main upar chadh gaya. Spooning position. Peeche se. Lund dheere se choot pe rakha. Andar ghusa. Haath pet pe rakha.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… andar… dheere… bacche ko bhi mehsoos ho raha hai tera lund…”
Main dheere dheere dhakke marne laga – andar bahar, andar bahar. Pet pe haath sehlata raha. Chachi ki saansein tez, par control mein.
“Beta… yeh feeling… itna pyar… tera lund andar… pet tak… hamara beta kick kar raha hai…”
Main vibrator low speed pe clit pe lagaya. Double sensation. Chachi dheere se jhad gayi – choot tight ho gayi, pani tapka. Main bhi andar hi jhad gaya – garam cum pet tak pahunch raha tha jaise.
“Beta… tera maal… hamare bacche ke paas… woh bhi mehsoos kar raha hai tera pyaar…”
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Main unke peeche se hug kiya. Pet pe haath rakha. Chachi ne mera sar apne kandhe pe rakha.
“Beta… ab hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Din bhar family ka aana jana. Sab khushi mana rahe the. Dada-dadi ne ashirwad diya. Chacha-chachi ne mithai banayi. Padosi log aaye – “Ritu ji… kitni khushi ki baat hai… 29 saal mein baccha… Bhagwan ka karam.”
Chachi muskura deti thi. Par jab sab chale jate, woh mujhe chhupa kar kiss karti. “Beta… yeh sab tere karan hai… log miracle bol rahe hain… par yeh tera karishma hai.”
Doctor visits shuru hue. Har mahine check-up. Pehla ultrasound mein chhota sa heartbeat dikha. Chachi ne mera haath pakad liya – clinic ke waiting room mein chhupa kar. Aankhen nam.
“Beta… sun… yeh heartbeat… yeh hamara pyaar hai.”
Doctor ne kaha “everything normal… strong baby.” Car mein aate hue chachi ne mujhe peeche seat pe kiss kiya. “Beta… aaj celebrate karte hain.”
Ghar pahunch kar kitchen mein. Sab log bahar the. Chachi ne counter pe mujhe jhuka diya. Saree upar. Panties side. Lund andar. Dheere dhakke. Haath pet pe.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… kitchen mein… bacche ke saath… kitna pyar… tera lund andar…”
Main jhad gaya – andar hi.
Pregnancy ke 5th mahine mein pet thoda ubharne laga. Chuche aur bade. Nipple dark aur sensitive. Chachi roz raat ko aati thi mere paas. Nighty mein. Mujhe uthati. Chuche chuswati.
“Beta… pi le… chachi ka doodh tere liye bhi hai…”
Main chusta. Doodh ka taste – warm, sweet, thick. Chachi moan karti – “Aaaahhhh… beta… pi… maa ka doodh tere liye…”
Phir sex – spooning mein. Dheere dhakke. Vibrator clit pe. Chachi jhadti – dheere se. Main andar hi.
Gaand mein bhi regular ho gaya. Oil lagakar. Dheere se. Chachi tadapti – “Beta… gaand mein… kitna acha… bacche ke saath bhi…”
Anal orgasm – alag level ka sukoon.
Family gatherings mein chachi normal behave karti. Par jab sab chale jate, woh mujhe bedroom mein le jati. Darwaza band. Dheere se sex.
Ek din saas ne notice kiya – “Ritu… tu Shivam ke saath zyada time bitati hai… pregnancy mein help kar raha hai kya?”
Chachi ne muskura kar kaha – “Haan mummyji… woh mera khayal rakhta hai.”
Saas ne shak kiya, par kuch nahi bola.
Pregnancy ke 7th mahine mein pet bada. Chalna mushkil. Main roz unhe support karta – haath pakad kar chalata, pair dabata, massage deta.
Massage ke dauran choot geeli ho jati. Main dheere se chaat ta. Chachi tadapti – “Beta… dheere… baccha mehsoos kar raha hai… par rukna mat…”
Delivery nazdeek aayi. 9th month mein. Chachi ko thakan zyada. Main unke saath hospital gaya – check-up. Ultrasound mein ladka dikha. Chachi ne mujhe dekha – aankhen nam.
“Beta… hamara ladka… tera beta.”
Doctor ne kaha “normal delivery possible… strong baby.”
Delivery ke din main hospital mein tha. Chachi ne normal delivery ki. Ladka paida hua – 3.3 kg, healthy. Chachi ne bacche ko god mein liya. Mujhe dekha.
“Beta… yeh tera hai… hamara hai.”
Main ro pada. Bacche ke maathe pe kiss kiya. Chachi ne haath pakad liya. “Ab hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Hospital se discharge hone ke baad ghar mein nayi zindagi. Baccha raat ko rota. Main uth kar usko sambhalta. Chachi doodh pilati. Main dekhta rehta.
Raat ko bacche ke sone ke baad chachi mere paas aati. Dheere se sex. Spooning mein. Haath bacche ke cradle pe nahi – ab bacche ke maathe pe.
“Beta… dheere… baccha jaag jayega… par chodna mat…”
Dono dheere jhadte – andar hi creampie.
Ab har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ko kiss karta. “Chachi… tu meri zindagi hai.”
Chachi muskura deti. “Aur tu meri… mera beta, mera pati, mera sab kuch.”
Family aati hai – dadi bacche ko dekhti hai. “Kitna sundar hai… bilkul Ritu jaisa.” Main andar se hansta hoon – haan, bilkul chachi jaisa… par mera khoon.
Log bolte hain “miracle”. Par hum jaante hain – yeh miracle mera lund ka, mera pyaar ka, chachi ki choot mein bhar diye gaye maal ka hai.
Ab har raat bacche ke sone ke baad hum ek doosre ke paas. Dheere se kiss, dheere se touch, dheere se sex. Chachi kehte – “Beta… ab hum poora parivaar hain… tu mera beta bhi, mera pati bhi, mera sab kuch.”
Main unhe gale lagata. “Chachi… tu meri chachi bhi, meri aurat bhi… hamesha.”
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh ek nayi family hai, ek gehra pyaar hai, ek secret jo sirf hum dono jaante hain.
Baccha bada hoga. Main usko padhaunga, khelunga. Chachi usko pyaar degi. Aur raat ko jab woh so jayega, hum phir se ek doosre ke ho jayenge – chachi-bhanja ka rishta, pati-patni ka pyaar, maa-baap ka pyar, sab kuch.
Har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ke pet pe nahi – ab bacche ke maathe pe kiss karta hoon. Chachi muskura deti hai. “Beta… hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui. Baccha bada hoga, school jayega, college jayega. Par yeh pyaar hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha.
(Emotional depth expanded: Har raat jab baccha so jata hai aur chachi mujhe apni baahon mein leti hai, dil mein ek sukoon hota hai. Yeh guilt ab bilkul khatam ho gaya hai. Pehle jo dar tha – society, family, izzat – woh sab pyaar ke saamne mit gaya. Jab chachi kehte hain “beta… tu mera sab kuch hai”, toh lagta hai jaise main unke liye paida hua tha. Yeh rishta sirf physical nahi – yeh emotional, spiritual, aur poora jeevan ka hissa hai. Bacche ka janam ne isko aur mazboot kar diya. Ab main chachi ke liye har cheez hoon – beta, pati, baap, saathi. Aur woh meri – meri chachi, meri aurat, meri zindagi.
Sensory overload: Pregnancy ke baad chachi ka sharir aur soft ho gaya. Chuche bade, doodh se bhare – jab main chusta hoon, warm doodh muh mein aata hai, sweet taste, thoda thick. Chachi moan karti – “Beta… pi… chachi ka doodh tere liye bhi hai.” Choot ab aur sensitive – sirf halka touch se pani nikal aata. Jab main chaat ta hoon, ras aur zyada garam, aur zyada tasty lagta hai. Creampie ke baad jab cum bahar tapakta hai, main ungli se utha kar chachi ke muh mein daalta – woh chusti hai, “tera maal… hamara pyaar”.
Cultural layers: Bihar ke chhote kasbe mein yeh secret – ghar ke andar chhupa hua. Padosi log aate hain, bacche ko dekhte hain, bolte hain “kitna sundar hai… bilkul chachi jaisa”. Par andar se yeh mera beta hai. Family gatherings mein chachi normal behave karti hai, par jab sab chale jate hain, woh mujhe bedroom mein le jati hai, darwaza band karti hai, aur kehti “beta… ab sirf hum hain… chod do chachi ko dheere se”.
Multiple orgasms ab pregnancy ke baad aur intense – pehla vibrator se clit pe low speed, dusra tongue se dheere tease, teesra lund se dheere strokes, chautha jab main pet pe haath rakhte hue andar jhadta hoon. Har orgasm ke baad chachi mujhe pakad leti hai, aankhen nam – “Shivam… tu mera beta hai… mera pati hai… mera sab kuch”.
Bacche ke sone ke baad routine – chachi doodh pilati, main dekhta. Phir hum cuddle karte hain. Chachi kehte – “Beta… yeh baccha humara saboot hai… humara pyaar hamesha rahega”.
Ab har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ko kiss karta. “Chachi… tu meri duniya hai.” Chachi muskura deti – “Aur tu meri.”
Yeh pyaar ab rukne wala nahi. Chahe saal guzar jayein, yeh rishta hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha.
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Aur ab aur gehraai se yaad karo – pehli baar jab pregnancy confirm hui, chachi ne mujhe apne kamre mein bula liya. Darwaza band kiya. Mujhe bed pe litaya. Saree upar ki. Pet pe kiss kiya – dheere dheere.
“Shivam… yeh tera beta hai… chachi ke andar tera hi khoon pal raha hai. Ab tu mera poora pati hai.”
Unhone pet pe haath rakha. Phir chuche dabaye. Nipple muh mein le kar chuse. Doodh nikalne laga – thoda colostrum. Woh peete rahe.
Phir lund andar. Dheere dhakke. Pet pe haath rakhte hue.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… bacche ke saath… kitna pyar… tera lund andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai…”
Main jhad gaya – dheere se. Chachi ne andar hi cum liya.
Hospital mein jab ultrasound hua, chachi ne waiting room mein chhupa kar mera haath pakda. Unhone meri taang pe haath rakha. Panties ke andar ungli daali. Zor se andar bahar. Main muh pe haath rakhe hue thi. Chhoti orgasm aa gayi.
Doctor ne kaha “ladka hai”. Chachi ne mujhe dekha – aankhon mein ownership.
Car mein aate hue unhone mujhe peeche seat pe litaya. Saree upar ki. Lund andar. Dheere dhakke. Family driver front mein tha – risk double.
Ghar pahunch kar raat ko chachi ne mujhe apne kamre mein le gaye. Vibrating strap-on pehna. Mujhe chod diya – vibrator on. Main 6 baar jhad gaya.
Phir real lund. Zor se. Creampie.
Pregnancy ke 6th mahine mein pet bada. Chuche bhari hue. Chachi roz chusti. Doodh peeti. Main moan karti – “Beta… pi lo… chachi ka doodh tere liye bhi hai.”
Gaand mein bhi regular. Oil lagakar. Dheere se. Chachi tadapti – “Beta… gaand mein… kitna acha… bacche ke saath bhi…”
Anal orgasm – alag level ka sukoon.
Har detail yaad hai. Har raat ka nasha. Har orgasm ka sukoon.
Delivery ke time chachi hospital mein thi. Baccha paida hua. Chachi ne mujhe dekha – aankhen nam.
“Beta… hamara beta… tera bhanja nahi… tera beta.”
Main ro pada. Bacche ko god mein liya.
Ab baccha 3 mahine ka. Raat ko rota hai. Main uth kar usko sambhalta. Chachi doodh pilati. Main dekhta rehta.
Raat ko bacche ke sone ke baad chachi mere paas aati. Dheere se sex. Spooning mein. Haath bacche ke cradle pe nahi – ab bacche ke maathe pe.
“Beta… dheere… baccha jaag jayega… par chodna mat…”
Dono dheere jhadte – andar hi creampie.
Ab har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ko kiss karta. “Chachi… tu meri zindagi hai.”
Chachi muskura deti. “Aur tu meri… mera beta, mera pati, mera sab kuch.”
Family aati hai – dadi bacche ko dekhti hai. “Kitna sundar hai… bilkul Ritu jaisa.” Main andar se hansta hoon – haan, bilkul chachi jaisa… par mera khoon.
Log bolte hain “miracle”. Par hum jaante hain – yeh miracle mera lund ka, mera pyaar ka, chachi ki choot mein bhar diye gaye maal ka hai.
Ab har raat bacche ke sone ke baad hum ek doosre ke paas. Dheere se kiss, dheere se touch, dheere se sex. Chachi kehte – “Beta… ab hum poora parivaar hain… tu mera beta bhi, mera pati bhi, mera sab kuch.”
Main unhe gale lagata. “Chachi… tu meri chachi bhi, meri aurat bhi… hamesha.”
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh ek nayi family hai, ek gehra pyaar hai, ek secret jo sirf hum dono jaante hain.
Baccha bada hoga. Main usko padhaunga, khelunga. Chachi usko pyaar degi. Aur raat ko jab woh so jayega, hum phir se ek doosre ke ho jayenge – chachi-bhanja ka rishta, pati-patni ka pyaar, sab kuch.
Har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ke pet pe nahi – ab bacche ke maathe pe kiss karta hoon. Chachi muskura deti hai. “Beta… hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui. Baccha bada hoga, school jayega, college jayega. Par yeh pyaar hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha.
Chachi ki umar abhi 28-29 ke aas-paas thi. Unke pati (mera chhota chacha) ki shaadi ke sirf 3 saal baad hi road accident mein maut ho gayi thi. Tab se woh ghar mein akeli rehti thi – upar wale kamre mein, jahan se terrace aur gali dono dikhte the. Chachi bahut sundar thi – gora rang, lambe kaale baal jo woh aksar khule chhodti thi, patla figure lekin bade bhare hue chuche aur moti gaand jo saree mein bahut ubhar ke aate the. Woh hamesha simple cotton saree pehenti thi – light color ki, jo paseene aur baarish mein chipak jati thi aur poora sharir saaf dikhne lagta tha.
Shuruaat July ki ek raat se hui jab baarish bahut tez thi. Bijli har ghante chali jaati thi. Garmi itni ki paseena kapdon mein tapak raha tha. Raat ke 1 baje ke aas-paas sab log so chuke the. Main neend nahi aa rahi thi toh kitchen mein paani lene gaya. Andhera tha – sirf ek chhoti si candle jal rahi thi.
Wahan chachi khadi thi. Unhone ek purani grey nighty pehni thi jo paseene se bilkul chipak gayi thi. Nighty ka neck deep tha, chuche ka ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha. Nipple hard the aur fabric ke upar se outline aa raha tha. Unki kamar pe paseene ki boondein tapak rahi thi. Main dekhta reh gaya.
Chachi ne mujhe dekha. “Shivam… tu bhi soya nahi?”
Main sharma gaya. “Haan chachi… garmi se neend nahi aa rahi.”
Unhone ek glass thanda paani mujhe diya. Jab main glass le raha tha, unka haath mera haath chhua. Current sa dauda. Unhone dheere se kaha – “Beta… itni garmi mein tu terrace pe kyun nahi soya?”
Main bola – “Wahan chhachaji ke bachche so rahe hain… main yahin kitchen ke paas hi so jaunga.”
Unhone muskura di. “Chal mere kamre mein aa… upar fan chal raha hai inverter pe… thodi der baith ja.”
Dil zor se dhadakne laga. Main unke peeche chala gaya. Seedhiyan chadh kar unke kamre mein pahuncha. Kamra bada tha – purana palang, jaali wali khidki se baarish ki awaaz aa rahi thi, aur inverter ka fan dheere dheere chal raha tha.
Chachi bed pe baith gayi. Nighty ka pallu thoda sark gaya – cleavage saaf dikh raha tha. Main unke paas baith gaya. Itni khushboo – unka jasmine ittar mix paseene ke saath. Main pagal ho raha tha.
Chachi ne dheere se mera haath pakda. “Shivam… tu bada ho gaya hai… ab samajhdaar hai na?”
Main kaanp utha. “Haan chachi…”
Unhone mera haath apne gaal pe rakha. “Beta… chachi akeli hai… 6 saal ho gaye… koi mard ka haath nahi laga… tu meri madad kar sakta hai?”
Dil zor se dhadakne laga. Main bola – “Chachi… yeh galat hai… hum rishte mein hain.”
Unhone dheere se muskura di. “Rishta toh bahar ka hai beta… andar se toh hum dono insaan hain… aurat aur mard… bas thodi si khushi…”
Unhone mera haath neeche kiya – chuche pe. Nighty ke andar se hi masalne laga. Nipple hard the. Chachi moan karne lagi – “Aaaahhhh… beta… maslo… zor se… chachi ki chuche tere liye hi bachi hain…”
Main ruk nahi paaya. Nighty ke straps neeche kiye. Chuche bahar. Bade, bhare hue, nipple brown aur hard. Main ek nipple muh mein le liya aur chusne laga.
“Aaaahhhh… Shivam… chuso… zor se… daant se kheecho… kitne din ho gaye… uffff… beta… meri chuche tere muh mein…”
Unhone mere baal pakad kar dabaya. Main dono chuche masalne laga. Nipple ko daant se pakad kar kheencha. Dard mein maza. Chachi tadap rahi thi – “Zor se… daant se… chuso… meri chuche tere liye hi bachi thi…”
Main nighty poori utar di. Chachi nangi khadi thi. Sharir chamak raha tha paseene se. Choot bushy thi, lekin geeli chamak rahi thi. Main neeche baith gaya. Choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit tease.
Chachi kamar utha rahi thi – “Aaaahhhh… beta… chaat le chachi ki choot… andar tongue daal… uffff…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne laga. Chachi ka ras muh mein aa raha tha – garam, thoda musky, addictive. Clit ko chuste hue do ungli andar. Zor se andar bahar.
“Chachi… kitni tight hai teri choot… 6 saal se kisi ne chhua nahi na?”
“Haan beta… sirf tere liye bachi thi… aahhh… zor se… chachi ki choot phaad de…”
Chachi ne pehla orgasm pa liya – choot se pani tapakne laga floor pe.
Phir unhone meri pant kholi. Lund bahar nikaala. Hard, mota, topi pe precum.
“Kitna bada hai tera lund… beta… kitna lamba… chachi ki choot phaad dega yeh…”
Unhone lund muh mein liya. Garam muh, tongue topi pe ghuma rahi thi. Deep throat. Balls ko haath se sehla rahi thi.
Main tadap utha – “Chachi… chus lo poora… uffff… kitna acha muh hai tera…”
Phir maine chachi ko palang pe litaya. Missionary. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Ek tez jhatka – poora andar.
Aaaahhhhh… kitni tight thi. Chachi ne pair meri kamar pe lapet liye.
“Zor se… beta… phaad de chachi ki choot… maar daal… aahhh… chachi teri hai ab…”
Main dhakke marne laga – zor zor se. Palang hil raha tha. Chachi ke chuche upar neeche. Nipple ko dabate hue dhakke.
Phir doggy. Chachi ki gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – chap chap chap.
“Le… meri randi chachi… le poora lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se chod… kitna mota hai tera lund… beta…”
Main teen baar chachi ko jhadwaya. Har baar choot se pani tapak raha tha palang pe.
Phir cowgirl. Chachi upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche hil rahe the. Main neeche se dhakke.
“Kitna bada hai… chachi ki choot mein fit ho raha hai poora… le… le mera lund…”
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Gaand meri taraf. Bounce. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha.
“Chachi… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal…”
Aur phir garam garam cum chachi ki choot mein bhar diya. Bahut zyada tha – bahar tapakne laga chachi ki taango pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Chachi ne mujhe gale lagaya. “Beta… yeh hamara raaz rahega. Kal raat phir se… power cut ka wait karungi main.”
Main chachi ke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha – yeh meri chachi thi. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Agla din normal. Ghar mein sab log busy – khana banana, baarish mein kapde sukhana. Par jab bhi akela milta, chachi mujhe chhupa kar kiss karti, haath meri pant mein daal deti.
Ek dopahar jab sab log bahar mandir gaye the, chachi ne mujhe upar kamre mein bulaya. Unhone nighty utar di. Nangi khadi thi. Poora sharir chamak raha tha paseene se.
“Aaj poora din tere saath… beta…”
Main unhe palang pe litaya. Poora sharir kiss kiya – pairon se gardan tak. Choot chaatni shuru ki. Tongue se clit tease. Chachi tadap uthi – “Aaaahhhh… beta… chaat le… andar tongue… zor se…”
Main chaat ta raha. Chachi ne teen baar jhad gayi.
Phir unhone mera lund chusa. Deep throat. Balls ko muh mein le kar chusi.
Phir 69. Main chachi ki choot chaat raha tha, woh mera lund chus rahi thi.
Phir unhone mujhe doggy mein liya. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke.
“Le… chachi ki gaand… maar daal… ek din yahan bhi daal dena…”
Main excited ho gaya. Oil laga kar dheere se lund gaand pe rakha. Pehli baar anal chachi ke saath.
Dheere dheere andar. Dard mein chachi ro padi – “Aahhh… beta… dheere… phaad rahe ho…”
Phir dheere bahar. Phir andar. Speed badhate gaye. Maza aane laga.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota… chod do chachi ki gaand… Shivam… maar daal…”
Main zor se dhakke. Gaand mein poora lund. Chachi ne anal orgasm pa liya – pehli baar.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Creampie.
Din bhar teen round. Har baar nayi position – kitchen counter pe jab baarish tez ho rahi thi, bathroom mein shower ke neeche, chhath pe jab sab so rahe the.
Baarish ke mausam mein bijli kaatne ka fayda uthaya. Har raat terrace pe. Chachi nighty mein. Main unhe deewar se satata. Peeche se lund andar. Baarish ki awaaz mein dhakke. Chachi moan karti – “Aaaahhhh… beta… baarish mein chod do… kitna maza… uffff…”
Main jhadta – andar hi.
Ek raat chachi ne mujhe bola – “Beta… period miss ho gaye hain. 14 din late.”
Mera dil dhadak ke reh gaya. “Sach chachi?”
“Haan… aur tu har baar andar hi daalta hai… shayad tera hai.”
Main dar gaya, par khushi bhi hui. Test kiya – positive.
Chachi ro padi khushi se. “Tera baccha… hamara baccha. 29 saal ki umar mein… yeh khuda ka karam hai.”
Par dar bhi tha. Log kahenge – widow chachi ko baccha… kaun baap? Shayad shak kar lenge.
Chachi ne plan banaya – woh bolengi ki miracle hua. Family ko bata denge. Par andar se yeh hamara secret rahega.
Pregnancy ke saath hamara pyaar aur gehra ho gaya. Ab positions dheere – spooning mein, side by side. Chachi ke pet pe haath rakhte hue dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… bacche ke saath bhi… tera lund andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai…”
Dheere dheere dhakke. Chachi ne vibrator on kiya clit pe. Double sensation. Main jhad gaya – andar hi creampie.
Chuches bade ho gaye. Nipple sensitive. Main roz chusta – thoda colostrum nikalta. Chachi sharma kar kehti – “Yeh hamare bacche ke liye… par tu pehle taste kar.”
Pet ubharne laga. Main roz oil massage deta. Massage ke baad sex – dheere se.
Har orgasm ke baad chachi mujhe pakad leti hai. “Shivam… tu mera sab kuch hai. Yeh baccha… hamara pyaar ka nateeja hai.”
Ab har subah main chachi ke pet ko kiss karta hoon. “Beta… papa aa gaya.” Chachi muskura deti hai.
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh poora jeevan ban gaya hai.
Test positive aane ke agle din subah se hi haveli mein ek alag sa sukoon aur khushi ka mahaul tha. Main uth kar seedha chachi ke kamre mein gaya. Darwaza dheere se khola. Chachi bed pe baithi thi – simple pink cotton saree pehni thi jo ab thodi tight lag rahi thi kamar ke aas-paas. Unhone mirror mein khud ko dekha, pet pe haath rakha aur dheere se muskura di. Main peeche se aaya, unke kandhon pe haath rakha aur gardan pe kiss kiya.
“Chachi… ab sach mein… tera baccha… hamara baccha.”
Unhone mera haath pakad kar apne pet pe rakha. “Beta… yeh tera hai… chachi ke andar tera hi khoon pal raha hai… 6 saal ki tanhai ke baad yeh khushi sirf tere karan hai.”
Main unke peeche baith gaya. Saree ka pallu thoda neeche kiya. Blouse ke andar se chuche ubhar rahe the – ab thoda bade ho gaye the. Bra ke hooks khole. Chuche bahar. Nipple ab dark ho gaye the, thoda ubhre hue. Main dheere se masalne laga. Nipple ko ungli se ghumaya.
“Aaaahhhh… Shivam… beta… dheere… ab bahut sensitive hain… par acha lag raha hai…”
Main ek nipple muh mein le liya. Chusa. Thoda colostrum nikla – warm, thick, slightly sweet with a hint of salt. Chachi moan karne lagi – “Beta… pi le… yeh hamare bacche ke liye hai… par tu pehle taste kar… tera haq hai.”
Main chusta raha. Dusra nipple bhi. Chachi ki saansein tez ho rahi thi. Unhone meri pant ka button khola. Lund bahar nikaala. Already hard tha.
“Kitna garam hai… beta… chachi ke liye taiyar hai na?”
Main unhe palang pe litaya. Saree upar ki. Panties neeche. Choot abhi bhi geeli thi – pregnancy ke karan aur zyada sensitive. Main neeche baith gaya. Tongue se clit ko halka sa touch kiya. Chachi kamar utha uthi – “Aaaahhhh… beta… chaat le… dheere se… chachi ki choot ab bahut sensitive hai…”
Main dheere dheere chaatne laga. Tongue andar bahar. Clit ko circle mein ghumaya. Chachi tadap rahi thi – “Beta… aur andar… tongue andar… uffff… kitna acha…”
Unhone pehla orgasm pa liya – dheere se, choot se garam pani tapka mere muh pe. Main sab pee liya.
Phir main upar chadh gaya. Spooning position. Peeche se. Lund dheere se choot pe rakha. Andar ghusa. Haath pet pe rakha.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… andar… dheere… bacche ko bhi mehsoos ho raha hai tera lund…”
Main dheere dheere dhakke marne laga – andar bahar, andar bahar. Pet pe haath sehlata raha. Chachi ki saansein tez, par control mein.
“Beta… yeh feeling… itna pyar… tera lund andar… pet tak… hamara beta kick kar raha hai…”
Main vibrator low speed pe clit pe lagaya. Double sensation. Chachi dheere se jhad gayi – choot tight ho gayi, pani tapka. Main bhi andar hi jhad gaya – garam cum pet tak pahunch raha tha jaise.
“Beta… tera maal… hamare bacche ke paas… woh bhi mehsoos kar raha hai tera pyaar…”
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Main unke peeche se hug kiya. Pet pe haath rakha. Chachi ne mera sar apne kandhe pe rakha.
“Beta… ab hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Din bhar family ka aana jana. Sab khushi mana rahe the. Dada-dadi ne ashirwad diya. Chacha-chachi ne mithai banayi. Padosi log aaye – “Ritu ji… kitni khushi ki baat hai… 29 saal mein baccha… Bhagwan ka karam.”
Chachi muskura deti thi. Par jab sab chale jate, woh mujhe chhupa kar kiss karti. “Beta… yeh sab tere karan hai… log miracle bol rahe hain… par yeh tera karishma hai.”
Doctor visits shuru hue. Har mahine check-up. Pehla ultrasound mein chhota sa heartbeat dikha. Chachi ne mera haath pakad liya – clinic ke waiting room mein chhupa kar. Aankhen nam.
“Beta… sun… yeh heartbeat… yeh hamara pyaar hai.”
Doctor ne kaha “everything normal… strong baby.” Car mein aate hue chachi ne mujhe peeche seat pe kiss kiya. “Beta… aaj celebrate karte hain.”
Ghar pahunch kar kitchen mein. Sab log bahar the. Chachi ne counter pe mujhe jhuka diya. Saree upar. Panties side. Lund andar. Dheere dhakke. Haath pet pe.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… kitchen mein… bacche ke saath… kitna pyar… tera lund andar…”
Main jhad gaya – andar hi.
Pregnancy ke 5th mahine mein pet thoda ubharne laga. Chuche aur bade. Nipple dark aur sensitive. Chachi roz raat ko aati thi mere paas. Nighty mein. Mujhe uthati. Chuche chuswati.
“Beta… pi le… chachi ka doodh tere liye bhi hai…”
Main chusta. Doodh ka taste – warm, sweet, thick. Chachi moan karti – “Aaaahhhh… beta… pi… maa ka doodh tere liye…”
Phir sex – spooning mein. Dheere dhakke. Vibrator clit pe. Chachi jhadti – dheere se. Main andar hi.
Gaand mein bhi regular ho gaya. Oil lagakar. Dheere se. Chachi tadapti – “Beta… gaand mein… kitna acha… bacche ke saath bhi…”
Anal orgasm – alag level ka sukoon.
Family gatherings mein chachi normal behave karti. Par jab sab chale jate, woh mujhe bedroom mein le jati. Darwaza band. Dheere se sex.
Ek din saas ne notice kiya – “Ritu… tu Shivam ke saath zyada time bitati hai… pregnancy mein help kar raha hai kya?”
Chachi ne muskura kar kaha – “Haan mummyji… woh mera khayal rakhta hai.”
Saas ne shak kiya, par kuch nahi bola.
Pregnancy ke 7th mahine mein pet bada. Chalna mushkil. Main roz unhe support karta – haath pakad kar chalata, pair dabata, massage deta.
Massage ke dauran choot geeli ho jati. Main dheere se chaat ta. Chachi tadapti – “Beta… dheere… baccha mehsoos kar raha hai… par rukna mat…”
Delivery nazdeek aayi. 9th month mein. Chachi ko thakan zyada. Main unke saath hospital gaya – check-up. Ultrasound mein ladka dikha. Chachi ne mujhe dekha – aankhen nam.
“Beta… hamara ladka… tera beta.”
Doctor ne kaha “normal delivery possible… strong baby.”
Delivery ke din main hospital mein tha. Chachi ne normal delivery ki. Ladka paida hua – 3.3 kg, healthy. Chachi ne bacche ko god mein liya. Mujhe dekha.
“Beta… yeh tera hai… hamara hai.”
Main ro pada. Bacche ke maathe pe kiss kiya. Chachi ne haath pakad liya. “Ab hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Hospital se discharge hone ke baad ghar mein nayi zindagi. Baccha raat ko rota. Main uth kar usko sambhalta. Chachi doodh pilati. Main dekhta rehta.
Raat ko bacche ke sone ke baad chachi mere paas aati. Dheere se sex. Spooning mein. Haath bacche ke cradle pe nahi – ab bacche ke maathe pe.
“Beta… dheere… baccha jaag jayega… par chodna mat…”
Dono dheere jhadte – andar hi creampie.
Ab har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ko kiss karta. “Chachi… tu meri zindagi hai.”
Chachi muskura deti. “Aur tu meri… mera beta, mera pati, mera sab kuch.”
Family aati hai – dadi bacche ko dekhti hai. “Kitna sundar hai… bilkul Ritu jaisa.” Main andar se hansta hoon – haan, bilkul chachi jaisa… par mera khoon.
Log bolte hain “miracle”. Par hum jaante hain – yeh miracle mera lund ka, mera pyaar ka, chachi ki choot mein bhar diye gaye maal ka hai.
Ab har raat bacche ke sone ke baad hum ek doosre ke paas. Dheere se kiss, dheere se touch, dheere se sex. Chachi kehte – “Beta… ab hum poora parivaar hain… tu mera beta bhi, mera pati bhi, mera sab kuch.”
Main unhe gale lagata. “Chachi… tu meri chachi bhi, meri aurat bhi… hamesha.”
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh ek nayi family hai, ek gehra pyaar hai, ek secret jo sirf hum dono jaante hain.
Baccha bada hoga. Main usko padhaunga, khelunga. Chachi usko pyaar degi. Aur raat ko jab woh so jayega, hum phir se ek doosre ke ho jayenge – chachi-bhanja ka rishta, pati-patni ka pyaar, maa-baap ka pyar, sab kuch.
Har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ke pet pe nahi – ab bacche ke maathe pe kiss karta hoon. Chachi muskura deti hai. “Beta… hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui. Baccha bada hoga, school jayega, college jayega. Par yeh pyaar hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha.
(Emotional depth expanded: Har raat jab baccha so jata hai aur chachi mujhe apni baahon mein leti hai, dil mein ek sukoon hota hai. Yeh guilt ab bilkul khatam ho gaya hai. Pehle jo dar tha – society, family, izzat – woh sab pyaar ke saamne mit gaya. Jab chachi kehte hain “beta… tu mera sab kuch hai”, toh lagta hai jaise main unke liye paida hua tha. Yeh rishta sirf physical nahi – yeh emotional, spiritual, aur poora jeevan ka hissa hai. Bacche ka janam ne isko aur mazboot kar diya. Ab main chachi ke liye har cheez hoon – beta, pati, baap, saathi. Aur woh meri – meri chachi, meri aurat, meri zindagi.
Sensory overload: Pregnancy ke baad chachi ka sharir aur soft ho gaya. Chuche bade, doodh se bhare – jab main chusta hoon, warm doodh muh mein aata hai, sweet taste, thoda thick. Chachi moan karti – “Beta… pi… chachi ka doodh tere liye bhi hai.” Choot ab aur sensitive – sirf halka touch se pani nikal aata. Jab main chaat ta hoon, ras aur zyada garam, aur zyada tasty lagta hai. Creampie ke baad jab cum bahar tapakta hai, main ungli se utha kar chachi ke muh mein daalta – woh chusti hai, “tera maal… hamara pyaar”.
Cultural layers: Bihar ke chhote kasbe mein yeh secret – ghar ke andar chhupa hua. Padosi log aate hain, bacche ko dekhte hain, bolte hain “kitna sundar hai… bilkul chachi jaisa”. Par andar se yeh mera beta hai. Family gatherings mein chachi normal behave karti hai, par jab sab chale jate hain, woh mujhe bedroom mein le jati hai, darwaza band karti hai, aur kehti “beta… ab sirf hum hain… chod do chachi ko dheere se”.
Multiple orgasms ab pregnancy ke baad aur intense – pehla vibrator se clit pe low speed, dusra tongue se dheere tease, teesra lund se dheere strokes, chautha jab main pet pe haath rakhte hue andar jhadta hoon. Har orgasm ke baad chachi mujhe pakad leti hai, aankhen nam – “Shivam… tu mera beta hai… mera pati hai… mera sab kuch”.
Bacche ke sone ke baad routine – chachi doodh pilati, main dekhta. Phir hum cuddle karte hain. Chachi kehte – “Beta… yeh baccha humara saboot hai… humara pyaar hamesha rahega”.
Ab har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ko kiss karta. “Chachi… tu meri duniya hai.” Chachi muskura deti – “Aur tu meri.”
Yeh pyaar ab rukne wala nahi. Chahe saal guzar jayein, yeh rishta hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha.
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Aur ab aur gehraai se yaad karo – pehli baar jab pregnancy confirm hui, chachi ne mujhe apne kamre mein bula liya. Darwaza band kiya. Mujhe bed pe litaya. Saree upar ki. Pet pe kiss kiya – dheere dheere.
“Shivam… yeh tera beta hai… chachi ke andar tera hi khoon pal raha hai. Ab tu mera poora pati hai.”
Unhone pet pe haath rakha. Phir chuche dabaye. Nipple muh mein le kar chuse. Doodh nikalne laga – thoda colostrum. Woh peete rahe.
Phir lund andar. Dheere dhakke. Pet pe haath rakhte hue.
“Aaaahhhh… beta… bacche ke saath… kitna pyar… tera lund andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai…”
Main jhad gaya – dheere se. Chachi ne andar hi cum liya.
Hospital mein jab ultrasound hua, chachi ne waiting room mein chhupa kar mera haath pakda. Unhone meri taang pe haath rakha. Panties ke andar ungli daali. Zor se andar bahar. Main muh pe haath rakhe hue thi. Chhoti orgasm aa gayi.
Doctor ne kaha “ladka hai”. Chachi ne mujhe dekha – aankhon mein ownership.
Car mein aate hue unhone mujhe peeche seat pe litaya. Saree upar ki. Lund andar. Dheere dhakke. Family driver front mein tha – risk double.
Ghar pahunch kar raat ko chachi ne mujhe apne kamre mein le gaye. Vibrating strap-on pehna. Mujhe chod diya – vibrator on. Main 6 baar jhad gaya.
Phir real lund. Zor se. Creampie.
Pregnancy ke 6th mahine mein pet bada. Chuche bhari hue. Chachi roz chusti. Doodh peeti. Main moan karti – “Beta… pi lo… chachi ka doodh tere liye bhi hai.”
Gaand mein bhi regular. Oil lagakar. Dheere se. Chachi tadapti – “Beta… gaand mein… kitna acha… bacche ke saath bhi…”
Anal orgasm – alag level ka sukoon.
Har detail yaad hai. Har raat ka nasha. Har orgasm ka sukoon.
Delivery ke time chachi hospital mein thi. Baccha paida hua. Chachi ne mujhe dekha – aankhen nam.
“Beta… hamara beta… tera bhanja nahi… tera beta.”
Main ro pada. Bacche ko god mein liya.
Ab baccha 3 mahine ka. Raat ko rota hai. Main uth kar usko sambhalta. Chachi doodh pilati. Main dekhta rehta.
Raat ko bacche ke sone ke baad chachi mere paas aati. Dheere se sex. Spooning mein. Haath bacche ke cradle pe nahi – ab bacche ke maathe pe.
“Beta… dheere… baccha jaag jayega… par chodna mat…”
Dono dheere jhadte – andar hi creampie.
Ab har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ko kiss karta. “Chachi… tu meri zindagi hai.”
Chachi muskura deti. “Aur tu meri… mera beta, mera pati, mera sab kuch.”
Family aati hai – dadi bacche ko dekhti hai. “Kitna sundar hai… bilkul Ritu jaisa.” Main andar se hansta hoon – haan, bilkul chachi jaisa… par mera khoon.
Log bolte hain “miracle”. Par hum jaante hain – yeh miracle mera lund ka, mera pyaar ka, chachi ki choot mein bhar diye gaye maal ka hai.
Ab har raat bacche ke sone ke baad hum ek doosre ke paas. Dheere se kiss, dheere se touch, dheere se sex. Chachi kehte – “Beta… ab hum poora parivaar hain… tu mera beta bhi, mera pati bhi, mera sab kuch.”
Main unhe gale lagata. “Chachi… tu meri chachi bhi, meri aurat bhi… hamesha.”
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh ek nayi family hai, ek gehra pyaar hai, ek secret jo sirf hum dono jaante hain.
Baccha bada hoga. Main usko padhaunga, khelunga. Chachi usko pyaar degi. Aur raat ko jab woh so jayega, hum phir se ek doosre ke ho jayenge – chachi-bhanja ka rishta, pati-patni ka pyaar, sab kuch.
Har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ke pet pe nahi – ab bacche ke maathe pe kiss karta hoon. Chachi muskura deti hai. “Beta… hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui. Baccha bada hoga, school jayega, college jayega. Par yeh pyaar hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha.