Hi, my name is Siddharth Gupta, and yeh meri sachchi kahani hai jo main kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki meri zindagi mein aisa hoga. Main 23 saal ka hoon, Lucknow mein rehta hoon, engineering final year kar raha hoon. Ghar joint family style ka hai – Papa, Mummy, main, aur Papa ke chhote bhai yani mere chacha ki family jo alag floor pe rehti hai lekin chachi aksar hamare ghar aati jaati rehti hai kyunki chacha ka business bahar rehta hai zyadatar. Meri chachi, Anjali Chachi, umar 34 saal ki, lekin dikhti 28 ki tarah – gori chamdi, lambe baal, 36D ke bade bade boobs jo blouse mein mushkil se sambhalte hain, kamar patli aur gaand gol-mattol. Woh saree pehenti hai jo unki curves ko aur highlight karti hai, aur jab woh chalti hai toh pallu slip ho jata hai toh cleavage dikhta hai. Bachpan se hi main unko notice karta tha, lekin kabhi openly nahi socha – woh meri chachi thi na.
Last summer, garmi bahut thi. Bijli cuts common the. Ek raat around 1 baje main paani peene kitchen gaya. Ghar mein andhera tha, sirf guest room ki taraf se halki si awaaz aa rahi thi – moaning jaisi. Curious hoke main dheere se guest room ke paas gaya. Darwaza thoda sa khula tha. Andar candle jal rahi thi kyunki bijli gayi hui thi. Jo maine dekha, usne meri saans rok di.
Papa – mere strict, 50 saal ke Papa – bed pe the, lungi upar karke, aur Anjali Chachi unke upar thi. Chachi ki saree petticoat tak upar thi, blouse khula hua, bra bhi side mein padi thi. Unke bade boobs upar neeche ho rahe the jab woh Papa ke lund pe uchal rahi thi. Papa ke haath unki gaand pe the, zor zor se dabate hue. "Anjali… ahhh… teri chut kitni garam hai… kitne din se tadap raha tha," Papa moan kar rahe the. Chachi bhi jawab de rahi thi, "Haan jijaji… aapka mota lund hi mujhe sukoon deta hai… chodo mujhe zor se… chachi ko apni randi bana do."
Main wahi khada reh gaya, dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Mera lund pant mein khada ho gaya tha seedha. Jealousy bhi thi – Papa meri chachi ko chod rahe the? Lekin saath hi excitement bhi. Chachi ke moans sunke mera haath apne aap pant ke andar chala gaya, lund ko sehlaane laga. Woh dono tez tez kar rahe the. Papa ne chachi ko neeche patka, missionary mein daala, zor zor se dhakke marne lage. Chachi ki taange unke kandhon pe thi, boobs hil rahe the. "Ahhh… jijaji… andar hi… bhar do mujhe… haan… cum inside!" Papa last mein zor se dhakka maara aur dono saath mein jhad gaye. Chachi ka body kaanp raha tha, Papa ka maal unki chut se bahar tapak raha tha.
Main wapas apne room mein bhag gaya, darwaza band kiya, bed pe let gaya aur haath se hi jhad gaya soch ke ki chachi kitni garam hai. Agle din subah normal behave kiya sabke saath, lekin andar se tadap raha tha. Chachi breakfast banane kitchen mein thi, pink saree mein, pallu thoda loose. Jab woh jhuki toh cleavage dikha – wahi boobs jo raat ko hil rahe the. Main paani lene gaya, peeche se unke paas khada hua. "Chachi… aap bahut sundar lag rahi ho aaj," maine dheere se kaha. Woh muskurayi, "Sharmao mat Siddharth, chhote ho tum." Lekin unki aankhon mein kuch alag tha – jaise jaanti thi maine kuch dekha hai.
Shaam ko ghar pe sirf main aur chachi the. Mummy market gayi thi, Papa office. Chachi living room mein TV dekh rahi thi, main unke paas baith gaya. "Chachi… raat ko maine sab dekha," maine seedha bol diya. Woh chaunk gayi, TV band kiya. "Kya dekha?" Unki awaaz thodi kaanp rahi thi. "Aap aur Papa… guest room mein." Woh chup ho gayi, phir aankhen neeche kar li. "Siddharth… please kisi ko mat batana. Yeh galti hai… lekin…" Main unka haath pakda. "Mujhe bura nahi laga, chachi. Bas… mujhe bhi chahiye. Aap itni hot ho… main roz sochta hoon aapke baare mein."
Woh shocked thi lekin haath nahi chhudaya. "Tum mere bhatije ho… yeh galat hai." Lekin unki saans tez ho gayi thi. Main unke paas aur kareeb gaya, unki kamar pe haath rakha. "Chachi… sirf ek baar… please. Main promise karta hoon secret rahega." Woh chup rahi, phir dheere se boli, "Theek hai… lekin jaldi… aur kisi ko pata nahi chalna chahiye."
Main unko uthaya, bedroom mein le gaya – mera room. Darwaza lock kiya. Chachi bed pe baith gayi. Main unke saamne ghutno pe baith gaya, unki saree ke pallu ko dheere se khinch liya. Pallu gir gaya, blouse mein unke boobs ubhar aaye. Main unke blouse ke hooks kholne laga – ek ek karke. Blouse khula, black bra mein unke bade boobs. Bra ke upar se dabaya, soft the, garam. "Chachi… kitne bade hain… main hamesha touch karna chahta tha." Woh moan ki, "Ahh… dheere Siddharth…"
Bra ka hook khola, boobs bahar aaye – heavy, round, brown nipples hard. Main dono haathon se pakda, dabaya, nipples ko pinch kiya. Woh peeche let gayi. Main unke nipples ko muh mein liya, chusne laga – zor zor se. "Mmm… haan beta… chus… teri chachi ke doodh pi le." Main niche aaya, petticoat ki naada khola, saree utari. Petticoat bhi niche, white panty gili thi. Panty ke upar se rub kiya, woh tadap uthi. "Ahh… touch kar… meri chut garam hai tere liye."
Panty utari – shaved pussy, lips swollen, clit ubhra hua. Main unki taange failayi, tongue se lick karne laga. Unka taste sweet-salty tha. Clit ko chata, finger andar daala. "Ohhh… Siddharth… andar… haan… finger fuck kar mujhe." Do fingers andar bahar karne laga, woh hips utha rahi thi. "Chachi… aap kitni tight ho." Woh jhadne lagi, "Ahhh… aa raha hai… haan… cuming!"
Phir main khada hua, pant utari. Mera 7 inch ka lund khada tha, pre-cum tapak raha. Chachi ne haath mein liya, stroke karne lagi. "Itna mota… mera bhatija ka lund… kitna bada hai." Woh muh mein liya, chusne lagi – deepthroat tak. Main moan kar raha tha, "Chachi… suck karo… aise hi."
Main unke upar chadh gaya, lund ko unki chut pe ragda. Phir dheere se andar dhakela. Tight thi, garam, gili. "Ahhh… chachi… andar ja raha hai… kitni mast chut hai." Pura andar daala, phir bahar nikaala, phir zor se andar. Woh cheekh uthi, "Haan… zor se… chod mujhe… apni chachi ko chod!" Main speed badhaya, zor zor se dhakke marne laga. Unke boobs hil rahe the, haath se dabata raha.
Position change ki – chachi doggy style mein. Gaand upar, main peeche se daala. Gaand dabata hua thappad maara halka sa. "Le chachi… teri gaand kitni mast hai." Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, "Haan… aur zor se… bhar de mujhe… apna maal daal andar!" Main tez tez karne laga, balls slap kar rahe the. Pressure build hua. "Chachi… main jhadne wala hoon… ahhh!" Woh bhi boli, "Haan… andar hi… bhar de teri chachi ki chut ko!"
Main zor se dhakka maara, garam maal andar chhod diya – pulse pulse andar bhar raha tha. Chachi bhi saath mein jhad gayi, body kaanp rahi thi, "Ahhh… beta… kitna garam maal… feel ho raha hai." Hum dono let gaye, paseene se bheeg gaye, saans phooli hui. Chachi ne mujhe kiss kiya, "Yeh secret rahega… lekin jab mann kare… aa jana."
Us raat se chachi ke saath yeh silsila chalta raha – kabhi kitchen mein, kabhi raat ko chupke se. Papa ko shayad pata chal gaya ho, lekin unhone kuch nahi kaha. Bas ek baar chachi ne bataya ki Papa ko bhi maza aata hai jab main unko chodta hoon. Family ka yeh naya rishta – taboo, lekin mazedaar. Aur main ab bhi har baar chachi ko dekh ke yaad karta hoon us pehli raat ko jab sab shuru hua.
Last summer, garmi bahut thi. Bijli cuts common the. Ek raat around 1 baje main paani peene kitchen gaya. Ghar mein andhera tha, sirf guest room ki taraf se halki si awaaz aa rahi thi – moaning jaisi. Curious hoke main dheere se guest room ke paas gaya. Darwaza thoda sa khula tha. Andar candle jal rahi thi kyunki bijli gayi hui thi. Jo maine dekha, usne meri saans rok di.
Papa – mere strict, 50 saal ke Papa – bed pe the, lungi upar karke, aur Anjali Chachi unke upar thi. Chachi ki saree petticoat tak upar thi, blouse khula hua, bra bhi side mein padi thi. Unke bade boobs upar neeche ho rahe the jab woh Papa ke lund pe uchal rahi thi. Papa ke haath unki gaand pe the, zor zor se dabate hue. "Anjali… ahhh… teri chut kitni garam hai… kitne din se tadap raha tha," Papa moan kar rahe the. Chachi bhi jawab de rahi thi, "Haan jijaji… aapka mota lund hi mujhe sukoon deta hai… chodo mujhe zor se… chachi ko apni randi bana do."
Main wahi khada reh gaya, dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Mera lund pant mein khada ho gaya tha seedha. Jealousy bhi thi – Papa meri chachi ko chod rahe the? Lekin saath hi excitement bhi. Chachi ke moans sunke mera haath apne aap pant ke andar chala gaya, lund ko sehlaane laga. Woh dono tez tez kar rahe the. Papa ne chachi ko neeche patka, missionary mein daala, zor zor se dhakke marne lage. Chachi ki taange unke kandhon pe thi, boobs hil rahe the. "Ahhh… jijaji… andar hi… bhar do mujhe… haan… cum inside!" Papa last mein zor se dhakka maara aur dono saath mein jhad gaye. Chachi ka body kaanp raha tha, Papa ka maal unki chut se bahar tapak raha tha.
Main wapas apne room mein bhag gaya, darwaza band kiya, bed pe let gaya aur haath se hi jhad gaya soch ke ki chachi kitni garam hai. Agle din subah normal behave kiya sabke saath, lekin andar se tadap raha tha. Chachi breakfast banane kitchen mein thi, pink saree mein, pallu thoda loose. Jab woh jhuki toh cleavage dikha – wahi boobs jo raat ko hil rahe the. Main paani lene gaya, peeche se unke paas khada hua. "Chachi… aap bahut sundar lag rahi ho aaj," maine dheere se kaha. Woh muskurayi, "Sharmao mat Siddharth, chhote ho tum." Lekin unki aankhon mein kuch alag tha – jaise jaanti thi maine kuch dekha hai.
Shaam ko ghar pe sirf main aur chachi the. Mummy market gayi thi, Papa office. Chachi living room mein TV dekh rahi thi, main unke paas baith gaya. "Chachi… raat ko maine sab dekha," maine seedha bol diya. Woh chaunk gayi, TV band kiya. "Kya dekha?" Unki awaaz thodi kaanp rahi thi. "Aap aur Papa… guest room mein." Woh chup ho gayi, phir aankhen neeche kar li. "Siddharth… please kisi ko mat batana. Yeh galti hai… lekin…" Main unka haath pakda. "Mujhe bura nahi laga, chachi. Bas… mujhe bhi chahiye. Aap itni hot ho… main roz sochta hoon aapke baare mein."
Woh shocked thi lekin haath nahi chhudaya. "Tum mere bhatije ho… yeh galat hai." Lekin unki saans tez ho gayi thi. Main unke paas aur kareeb gaya, unki kamar pe haath rakha. "Chachi… sirf ek baar… please. Main promise karta hoon secret rahega." Woh chup rahi, phir dheere se boli, "Theek hai… lekin jaldi… aur kisi ko pata nahi chalna chahiye."
Main unko uthaya, bedroom mein le gaya – mera room. Darwaza lock kiya. Chachi bed pe baith gayi. Main unke saamne ghutno pe baith gaya, unki saree ke pallu ko dheere se khinch liya. Pallu gir gaya, blouse mein unke boobs ubhar aaye. Main unke blouse ke hooks kholne laga – ek ek karke. Blouse khula, black bra mein unke bade boobs. Bra ke upar se dabaya, soft the, garam. "Chachi… kitne bade hain… main hamesha touch karna chahta tha." Woh moan ki, "Ahh… dheere Siddharth…"
Bra ka hook khola, boobs bahar aaye – heavy, round, brown nipples hard. Main dono haathon se pakda, dabaya, nipples ko pinch kiya. Woh peeche let gayi. Main unke nipples ko muh mein liya, chusne laga – zor zor se. "Mmm… haan beta… chus… teri chachi ke doodh pi le." Main niche aaya, petticoat ki naada khola, saree utari. Petticoat bhi niche, white panty gili thi. Panty ke upar se rub kiya, woh tadap uthi. "Ahh… touch kar… meri chut garam hai tere liye."
Panty utari – shaved pussy, lips swollen, clit ubhra hua. Main unki taange failayi, tongue se lick karne laga. Unka taste sweet-salty tha. Clit ko chata, finger andar daala. "Ohhh… Siddharth… andar… haan… finger fuck kar mujhe." Do fingers andar bahar karne laga, woh hips utha rahi thi. "Chachi… aap kitni tight ho." Woh jhadne lagi, "Ahhh… aa raha hai… haan… cuming!"
Phir main khada hua, pant utari. Mera 7 inch ka lund khada tha, pre-cum tapak raha. Chachi ne haath mein liya, stroke karne lagi. "Itna mota… mera bhatija ka lund… kitna bada hai." Woh muh mein liya, chusne lagi – deepthroat tak. Main moan kar raha tha, "Chachi… suck karo… aise hi."
Main unke upar chadh gaya, lund ko unki chut pe ragda. Phir dheere se andar dhakela. Tight thi, garam, gili. "Ahhh… chachi… andar ja raha hai… kitni mast chut hai." Pura andar daala, phir bahar nikaala, phir zor se andar. Woh cheekh uthi, "Haan… zor se… chod mujhe… apni chachi ko chod!" Main speed badhaya, zor zor se dhakke marne laga. Unke boobs hil rahe the, haath se dabata raha.
Position change ki – chachi doggy style mein. Gaand upar, main peeche se daala. Gaand dabata hua thappad maara halka sa. "Le chachi… teri gaand kitni mast hai." Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, "Haan… aur zor se… bhar de mujhe… apna maal daal andar!" Main tez tez karne laga, balls slap kar rahe the. Pressure build hua. "Chachi… main jhadne wala hoon… ahhh!" Woh bhi boli, "Haan… andar hi… bhar de teri chachi ki chut ko!"
Main zor se dhakka maara, garam maal andar chhod diya – pulse pulse andar bhar raha tha. Chachi bhi saath mein jhad gayi, body kaanp rahi thi, "Ahhh… beta… kitna garam maal… feel ho raha hai." Hum dono let gaye, paseene se bheeg gaye, saans phooli hui. Chachi ne mujhe kiss kiya, "Yeh secret rahega… lekin jab mann kare… aa jana."
Us raat se chachi ke saath yeh silsila chalta raha – kabhi kitchen mein, kabhi raat ko chupke se. Papa ko shayad pata chal gaya ho, lekin unhone kuch nahi kaha. Bas ek baar chachi ne bataya ki Papa ko bhi maza aata hai jab main unko chodta hoon. Family ka yeh naya rishta – taboo, lekin mazedaar. Aur main ab bhi har baar chachi ko dekh ke yaad karta hoon us pehli raat ko jab sab shuru hua.