Hi, my name is Vikram Singh, and yeh meri real life ki woh kahani hai jo main kabhi kisi ko nahi batane wala tha, lekin ab dil mein rakh nahi pa raha. Main 24 saal ka hoon, Delhi mein rehta hoon apne parents ke saath. Software job karta hoon ghar se, toh din bhar ghar pe hi hota hoon. Meri badi behen Riya, 26 saal ki, MBA complete karke ab ek private company mein kaam karti hai. Woh bahut sundar hai – fair skin, lambe straight baal, figure 34-28-36, boobs perfect round aur gaand tight. Ghar pe woh casual kapde pehenti hai – tight tops, shorts ya leggings, jo uske curves ko highlight karte hain. Bachpan se hi hum close the, lekin jawani aane ke baad main usko alag nazar se dekhne laga tha. Kabhi kabhi uske room ke saamne se guzarne pe door khula milta toh andar jhaankta, lekin kabhi pakda nahi gaya.
Ek normal Wednesday tha, around 4 baje shaam ko. Mummy-papa dono office gaye hue the, papa late aate hain. Main living room mein laptop pe kaam kar raha tha jab Riya college se wapas aayi. Usne college bag phenka aur seedha apne room mein chali gayi. Maine notice kiya usne aaj tight white top aur blue denim shorts pehna tha, top itna tight ki uske bra ke straps dikh rahe the. Thodi der baad usne mujhe awaaz di, "Vikram! Paani laa de zara, bahut garmi lag rahi hai."
Main glass leke uske room ke darwaze pe gaya. Darwaza thoda sa khula tha – woh andar change kar rahi thi. Main andar jhaank gaya toh meri saans ruk gayi. Riya apna top utar chuki thi, sirf black lacy bra mein thi, aur shorts bhi niche kar rahi thi. Shorts gir gaye, woh sirf black matching panty mein khadi thi. Uske boobs bra mein bahar aane ko tadap rahe the, cleavage deep thi. Panties mein uski gaand gol thi, aur jab woh jhuki toh panty ke beech se thoda sa camel toe dikh raha tha. Meri aankhen chipak gayi uspe. Mera lund pant mein seedha khada ho gaya.
Woh palat gayi aur mujhe dekh liya. "Vikram! Kya kar raha hai yahan?!" usne chillaya lekin awaaz dheemi thi. Main jhatke se andar aa gaya aur darwaza band kar diya. "Sorry di… main bas paani laaya tha… door khula tha." Woh haathon se boobs cover karne lagi lekin late ho chuka tha. "Tu… tu bahar ja!" lekin uski awaaz mein gussa kam aur sharm zyada thi. Main wahi khada raha, aankhen uske body pe. "Di… tum bahut hot ho… main rok nahi pa raha."
Woh shocked thi, lekin aankhen neeche kar li. "Yeh galat hai Vikram… main teri behen hoon." Main ek kadam aage badha. "Toh phir bhi… main roz sochta hoon tere baare mein. Aaj dekh liya toh… control nahi ho raha." Mera haath uski kamar pe gaya. Woh kaanp uthi lekin hataya nahi. "Vikram… please… mummy papa aate hi honge." Lekin uski saans tez thi, nipples bra ke upar se hard dikh rahe the.
Main uske paas aur kareeb aa gaya, uske chehre ke paas. "Sirf ek baar touch karne do… promise karta hoon kisi ko nahi bataunga." Woh chup rahi. Maine dheere se uske bra strap ko shoulder se niche kiya. Bra loose ho gaya. Usne aankhen band kar li. Bra gir gaya – uske boobs bahar aaye, pink nipples erect. Main dono haathon se pakda, dheere dheere dabaya. Soft the, garam. "Ahh… Vikram… dheere…" usne moan kiya.
Main uske nipples ko thumbs se ragda, phir muh mein liya. Chusne laga – zor se. Woh peeche let gayi bed pe, main uske upar. "Mmm… di… tere boobs kitne tasty hain." Main ek nipple chusta raha, doosre ko pinch karta raha. Usne mera sar pakda, "Haan… aise hi… chus apni behen ke boobs." Taboo words ne mujhe aur garam kar diya.
Maine niche aaya, uski panty pe haath rakha. Gili thi poori. Fingers se rub kiya clit pe. "Ahhh… Vikram… andar… touch kar." Maine panty side kiya, finger andar daala – tight aur garam. Doosra finger bhi, andar bahar karne laga. Woh tadap rahi thi, hips utha rahi thi. "Haan… finger fuck kar mujhe… apni di ki chut ko." Main speed badhaya, thumb clit pe. Woh jhad gayi – body kaanp gaya, "Ahhh… aa raha hai… haan!"
Phir usne meri pant ki zip kholi, mera lund bahar nikala – 7 inch, mota, pre-cum tapak raha. "Itna bada… mera chhota bhai ka lund…" usne haath mein liya, stroke karne lagi. Phir muh mein liya – chusne lagi deep. Main moan kar raha tha, "Di… suck karo… aise hi… mazaa aa raha hai."
Main usko bed pe litaya, taange failayi. Lund ko uski chut pe ragda – gili thi bohot. Phir dheere se andar dhakela. Tight thi, andar jaate hi garam feel hua. "Ahhh… di… teri chut kitni tight… mazaa aa raha hai." Pura andar daala, phir bahar, phir zor se andar. Woh cheekh uthi, "Haan… zor se… chod apni behen ko… chodo mujhe!"
Main tez tez dhakke marne laga – bed hil raha tha, wet slapping sounds aa rahe the. Uske boobs upar neeche ho rahe the. Main unko dabata raha. "Di… feel kar… mera lund andar kitna gehra ja raha hai." Woh boli, "Haan… aur zor se… bhar de mujhe… apna maal daal andar!"
Position badli – woh upar aayi, cowgirl mein. Lund pe baith gayi, dheere dheere niche aayi. "Mmm… pura andar… kitna mota hai." Woh bounce karne lagi, boobs hil rahe the. Main neeche se dhakke mar raha tha. Usne apne nipples pinch kiye, "Ahhh… Vikram… main phir se jhadne wali hoon… haan!"
Phir doggy style – uski gaand upar, main peeche se daala. Gaand dabata hua thappad maara halka. "Le di… teri gaand kitni mast hai." Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, "Haan… aur zor se… fuck me like your slut sister!" Main full speed pe tha, balls slap kar rahe the uski clit pe.
Pressure build hua. "Di… main jhadne wala hoon… andar hi…" Woh boli, "Haan… bhar de… apni behen ki chut ko maal se bhar de!" Main zor se dhakka maara, garam cum andar chhod diya – jet jet andar ja raha tha. Woh bhi saath mein jhad gayi, pussy spasming, "Ahhh… feel kar raha hai… tera garam maal… kitna zyada!"
Hum dono let gaye, paseene se bheeg gaye, saans phooli hui. Lund abhi bhi andar tha, dheere dheere soft ho raha tha, cum bahar tapak raha tha. Usne mujhe kiss kiya, "Yeh hamara secret rahega… lekin jab mann kare… room mein aa jana." Main muskura ke bola, "Haan di… ab se roz."
Us din se humare beech yeh rishta badal gaya – chhup chhup ke, jab ghar pe koi nahi hota, hum ek doosre ko enjoy karte hain. Har baar jab woh change karti hai, main darwaza khol ke andar chala jata hoon, aur phir wahi shuru ho jata hai – passion, lust, aur yeh forbidden pyaar.
Ek normal Wednesday tha, around 4 baje shaam ko. Mummy-papa dono office gaye hue the, papa late aate hain. Main living room mein laptop pe kaam kar raha tha jab Riya college se wapas aayi. Usne college bag phenka aur seedha apne room mein chali gayi. Maine notice kiya usne aaj tight white top aur blue denim shorts pehna tha, top itna tight ki uske bra ke straps dikh rahe the. Thodi der baad usne mujhe awaaz di, "Vikram! Paani laa de zara, bahut garmi lag rahi hai."
Main glass leke uske room ke darwaze pe gaya. Darwaza thoda sa khula tha – woh andar change kar rahi thi. Main andar jhaank gaya toh meri saans ruk gayi. Riya apna top utar chuki thi, sirf black lacy bra mein thi, aur shorts bhi niche kar rahi thi. Shorts gir gaye, woh sirf black matching panty mein khadi thi. Uske boobs bra mein bahar aane ko tadap rahe the, cleavage deep thi. Panties mein uski gaand gol thi, aur jab woh jhuki toh panty ke beech se thoda sa camel toe dikh raha tha. Meri aankhen chipak gayi uspe. Mera lund pant mein seedha khada ho gaya.
Woh palat gayi aur mujhe dekh liya. "Vikram! Kya kar raha hai yahan?!" usne chillaya lekin awaaz dheemi thi. Main jhatke se andar aa gaya aur darwaza band kar diya. "Sorry di… main bas paani laaya tha… door khula tha." Woh haathon se boobs cover karne lagi lekin late ho chuka tha. "Tu… tu bahar ja!" lekin uski awaaz mein gussa kam aur sharm zyada thi. Main wahi khada raha, aankhen uske body pe. "Di… tum bahut hot ho… main rok nahi pa raha."
Woh shocked thi, lekin aankhen neeche kar li. "Yeh galat hai Vikram… main teri behen hoon." Main ek kadam aage badha. "Toh phir bhi… main roz sochta hoon tere baare mein. Aaj dekh liya toh… control nahi ho raha." Mera haath uski kamar pe gaya. Woh kaanp uthi lekin hataya nahi. "Vikram… please… mummy papa aate hi honge." Lekin uski saans tez thi, nipples bra ke upar se hard dikh rahe the.
Main uske paas aur kareeb aa gaya, uske chehre ke paas. "Sirf ek baar touch karne do… promise karta hoon kisi ko nahi bataunga." Woh chup rahi. Maine dheere se uske bra strap ko shoulder se niche kiya. Bra loose ho gaya. Usne aankhen band kar li. Bra gir gaya – uske boobs bahar aaye, pink nipples erect. Main dono haathon se pakda, dheere dheere dabaya. Soft the, garam. "Ahh… Vikram… dheere…" usne moan kiya.
Main uske nipples ko thumbs se ragda, phir muh mein liya. Chusne laga – zor se. Woh peeche let gayi bed pe, main uske upar. "Mmm… di… tere boobs kitne tasty hain." Main ek nipple chusta raha, doosre ko pinch karta raha. Usne mera sar pakda, "Haan… aise hi… chus apni behen ke boobs." Taboo words ne mujhe aur garam kar diya.
Maine niche aaya, uski panty pe haath rakha. Gili thi poori. Fingers se rub kiya clit pe. "Ahhh… Vikram… andar… touch kar." Maine panty side kiya, finger andar daala – tight aur garam. Doosra finger bhi, andar bahar karne laga. Woh tadap rahi thi, hips utha rahi thi. "Haan… finger fuck kar mujhe… apni di ki chut ko." Main speed badhaya, thumb clit pe. Woh jhad gayi – body kaanp gaya, "Ahhh… aa raha hai… haan!"
Phir usne meri pant ki zip kholi, mera lund bahar nikala – 7 inch, mota, pre-cum tapak raha. "Itna bada… mera chhota bhai ka lund…" usne haath mein liya, stroke karne lagi. Phir muh mein liya – chusne lagi deep. Main moan kar raha tha, "Di… suck karo… aise hi… mazaa aa raha hai."
Main usko bed pe litaya, taange failayi. Lund ko uski chut pe ragda – gili thi bohot. Phir dheere se andar dhakela. Tight thi, andar jaate hi garam feel hua. "Ahhh… di… teri chut kitni tight… mazaa aa raha hai." Pura andar daala, phir bahar, phir zor se andar. Woh cheekh uthi, "Haan… zor se… chod apni behen ko… chodo mujhe!"
Main tez tez dhakke marne laga – bed hil raha tha, wet slapping sounds aa rahe the. Uske boobs upar neeche ho rahe the. Main unko dabata raha. "Di… feel kar… mera lund andar kitna gehra ja raha hai." Woh boli, "Haan… aur zor se… bhar de mujhe… apna maal daal andar!"
Position badli – woh upar aayi, cowgirl mein. Lund pe baith gayi, dheere dheere niche aayi. "Mmm… pura andar… kitna mota hai." Woh bounce karne lagi, boobs hil rahe the. Main neeche se dhakke mar raha tha. Usne apne nipples pinch kiye, "Ahhh… Vikram… main phir se jhadne wali hoon… haan!"
Phir doggy style – uski gaand upar, main peeche se daala. Gaand dabata hua thappad maara halka. "Le di… teri gaand kitni mast hai." Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, "Haan… aur zor se… fuck me like your slut sister!" Main full speed pe tha, balls slap kar rahe the uski clit pe.
Pressure build hua. "Di… main jhadne wala hoon… andar hi…" Woh boli, "Haan… bhar de… apni behen ki chut ko maal se bhar de!" Main zor se dhakka maara, garam cum andar chhod diya – jet jet andar ja raha tha. Woh bhi saath mein jhad gayi, pussy spasming, "Ahhh… feel kar raha hai… tera garam maal… kitna zyada!"
Hum dono let gaye, paseene se bheeg gaye, saans phooli hui. Lund abhi bhi andar tha, dheere dheere soft ho raha tha, cum bahar tapak raha tha. Usne mujhe kiss kiya, "Yeh hamara secret rahega… lekin jab mann kare… room mein aa jana." Main muskura ke bola, "Haan di… ab se roz."
Us din se humare beech yeh rishta badal gaya – chhup chhup ke, jab ghar pe koi nahi hota, hum ek doosre ko enjoy karte hain. Har baar jab woh change karti hai, main darwaza khol ke andar chala jata hoon, aur phir wahi shuru ho jata hai – passion, lust, aur yeh forbidden pyaar.