Mera naam Neha hai. Umar abhi 24 saal ki hui hai. Meri shaadi ko abhi sirf 4 mahine hue hain. Patni hone ke baad pehli baar apne sasural aayi hoon – Himachal Pradesh ke ek chhote se gaon mein, jahan pahadon ke beech ek purani 3-manji haveli hai. Ghar mein sirf 5 log rehte hain: sasur-sasuma, mera pati Rohit, aur uska chhota bhai (mera devar) Aryan – jo abhi 20 saal ka hai aur college ke liye Manali jaata hai, par chhuttiyon mein ghar aata hai.
Rohit ek government contractor hai, aksar site pe rehta hai. Shaadi ke baad bhi uska zyada time bahar hi guzarta hai. Main ghar mein akeli rehti hoon sasur-sasuma ke saath, par unki tabiyat theek nahi rehti, isliye din bhar kaam mein busy rehti hoon.
January ki shuruat thi. Bahar tez barf gir rahi thi. Poora gaon barf se dhak gaya tha. Bijli 3 din se gayab thi. Inverter bhi khatam ho chuka tha. Ghar mein sirf candle aur kerosene ke lamp ki roshni thi. Sasur-sasuma ne apne kamre mein aag jalayi thi aur woh wahan hi so rahe the – unki umar aur thandi ke karan bahut kamzor ho gaye the.
Rohit 10 din pehle site pe gaya tha aur barf ke karan abhi tak wapas nahi aa paya tha. Phone network bhi down tha. Ghar mein sirf main aur Aryan the.
Aryan – mera devar – bahut shant aur seedha ladka hai. College mein padhta hai, gym jaata hai, sharir mazboot hai, height 6 foot, fair rang, aur aankhen bahut gehri hain. Bachpan se mujhe “bhabhi” bolta tha, par shaadi ke baad jab main pehli baar aayi thi, uski nazar mujhpe alag si thi. Jab main saree pehen kar chalti thi, woh chupke chupke dekhta tha. Main notice karti thi, par kuch bolti nahi thi.
Teesre din barf aur tez ho gayi. Raat ke 11 baje ke aas-paas bijli toh gayi hi thi, thandi itni ki haddiyan dard karne lagi. Main kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi jab Aryan andar aaya.
“Bhabhi… thand bahut hai… aag jalani padegi kamre mein.”
Main boli – “Haan Aryan… lekin sasur ji ke kamre mein toh jal rahi hai… hum log terrace wale kamre mein so sakte hain… wahan fireplace hai.”
Aryan ne haan mein sar hilaya.
Hum dono upar gaye. Kamra bada tha, purana palang, fireplace mein aag jalayi gayi. Thand thodi kam hui. Main ek taraf let gayi, Aryan doosri taraf. Blanket alag-alag the.
Raat ke 2 baje mujhe neend nahi aa rahi thi. Thand se kaanp rahi thi. Aryan bhi palat raha tha.
“Bhabhi… aap soyi nahi?”
“Nahi Aryan… bahut thand lag rahi hai.”
Unhone dheere se kaha – “Bhabhi… agar aapko bura na lage toh… hum ek blanket mein aa sakte hain… thand kam lagegi.”
Dil zor se dhadakne laga. Main chup rahi.
Phir dheere se boli – “Theek hai… par sirf thand ke liye…”
Hum dono ek blanket mein aa gaye. Unka sharir garam tha. Main unke seene se chipak gayi. Unhone mera haath pakad liya. Unki ungliyan garam thi.
“Bhabhi… aap bahut sundar ho…”
Main sharma gayi. “Aryan… chup…”
Unhone mera haath apne chest pe rakha. Unka dil tez dhadak raha tha. Phir dheere se meri kamar pe haath rakha. Skin pe unka garam haath… uffff…
Main kaanp uthi. “Aryan… yeh galat hai…”
Unhone meri gardan pe kiss kar diya. “Bhabhi… sirf ek baar… Rohan bhai bahut din se bahar hain… main bhi akela hoon… aap bhi akeli ho…”
Kiss gardan se shuru hua. Phir kaan pe. Phir gaal pe. Phir honthon pe.
Pehla kiss – dheere, pyar se. Meri jeebh unki jeebh se mili. Woh kiss gehra karte gaye. Main respond karne lagi.
Unhone mera blouse ka hook khola. Bra upar ki. Chuche bahar. Nipple hard the thand se. Unhone ek nipple muh mein le liya aur chusne lage.
“Aaaahhhh… Aryan… chuso… zor se… kitna acha lag raha hai…”
Unhone dono chuche masalne shuru kiye. Nipple ko daant se pakad kar kheencha. Dard aur maza ek saath.
Main nighty upar kar di. Panties geeli thi. Unhone panties neeche ki. Choot pe haath rakha.
“Kitni geeli ho gayi ho bhabhi… sirf kiss se hi…”
Unhone do ungli andar daal di. Andar bahar tez tez.
“Aaaahhhh… Aryan… ungli se… zor se… chachi ki choot ko khol de…”
Main pehla orgasm pa gayi – choot se pani tapakne laga blanket pe.
Phir unhone apni pant utari. Lund bahar – mota, lamba, topi chamak rahi thi.
“Devar ji… yeh kitna bada hai… Rohan ka toh aadha bhi nahi…”
Unhone muskura diya. “Yeh sirf tere liye hai bhabhi… ab le.”
Unhone mujhe litaya. Missionary. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Ek tez jhatka – poora andar.
Aaaahhhhh… main cheekh padi – muh pe haath rakha.
“Zor se… devar ji… phaad do bhabhi ki choot… maar daal… aahhh…”
Unhone dhakke marne shuru kiye – zor zor se. Palang hil raha tha. Meri choot tight thi, par unka lund andar tak ja raha tha.
Phir doggy. Meri gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – chap chap chap.
“Le… meri randi bhabhi… le poora devar ka lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se chod… kitna mota hai tera lund… devar ji…”
Main teen baar jhad gayi. Har baar choot se pani tapak raha tha.
Phir cowgirl. Main upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche hil rahe the. Unhone chuche pakad kar masle.
“Kitne mast chuche hain tere… bounce kar… zor se… meri bhabhi…”
Main tez tez upar neeche. Choot se chap chap awaaz.
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Gaand unki taraf. Bounce. Unhone gaand faila kar dekha.
“Le… teri gaand bhi meri hai… ek din yahan bhi daal dunga…”
Main jhad gayi phir se.
Unhone speed badhayi. “Le… mera maal… andar hi daal raha hoon… teri choot mein poora cum…”
Aur phir garam garam cum meri choot mein bhar diya. Bahut zyada tha – bahar tapakne laga meri taango pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Bhabhi… yeh hamara raaz rahega. Rohit bhai jab tak nahi aayenge… har raat aisa hi.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha – yeh mera devar tha. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Agla din normal. Barf aur tez ho gayi. Bijli gayab. Ghar mein sirf hum dono the – sasur-sasuma apne kamre mein band the.
Din mein chachi ne mujhe kitchen mein pakda. Saree upar ki. Counter pe baitha diya. Lund andar. Zor se dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… devar ji… kitchen mein… maa aa jayegi…”
“Chup… bilkul awaaz mat kar… tera devar tujhe chod raha hai…”
Main do baar jhad gayi. Devar ji ne andar hi cum kiya.
Raat ko phir terrace pe. Baarish ki awaaz mein. Devar ji ne mujhe deewar se sataya. Peeche se lund andar. Zor se dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… devar ji… baarish mein… kitna maza… phaad do bhabhi ki choot…”
Unhone gaand mein bhi daala. Dheere se. Main tadap uthi – “Devar ji… gaand mein… kitna mota… dheere… aahhh…”
Phir choot mein wapas. Creampie.
Har raat aisa hi. Kitchen, bathroom, chhath, corridor – har jagah.
Ek raat chachi ne mujhe bola – “Beta… period miss ho gaye hain. 16 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. 28 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.
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Raat ko jab bijli chali jati thi, chachi mujhe apne paas bula leti. Charpai pe let kar woh dheere se meri pant kholti, haath andar daalti, lund ko sehlati. “Beta… yeh kitna garam hai… chachi ke liye taiyar hai na?”
Main unki nighty upar karta, panties neeche. Unki choot pe haath pher ta. Geeli. Unheli andar daalta. Chachi moan karti – “Aaaahhhh… beta… ungli se… zor se… chachi ki choot ko khol de…”
Phir main neeche jhukta, choot chaat ta. Tongue se clit ko circle mein ghumata. Chachi kamar uthati – “Andar… tongue andar… uffff… beta… chachi ko pagal kar de…”
Jab chachi jhadti hai, woh mera sar pakad kar dabati, choot se pani mere muh mein tapakta hai. Main sab pee leta hoon – chachi ka ras, chachi ka pyaar.
Phir chachi mera lund muh mein leti. Slow blowjob – dheere dheere, tongue topi pe, balls ko haath se massage. Main tadapta hoon – “Chachi… chus lo… zor se… uffff…”
Phir missionary. Chachi neeche, main upar. Dheere se andar. Har dhakke ke saath chachi kehte – “Beta… andar hi… chachi ke andar tera maal… hamara baccha banega…”
Creampie ke baad chachi mujhe apne seene pe letati. Haath mere sar pe. “Beta… tu mera sab kuch hai. Chacha ke jaane ke baad pehli baar main zinda mehsoos kar rahi hoon… tere saath.”
Pregnancy ke baad jab pet bada ho gaya, sex aur pyar bhara ho gaya. Spooning mein – main peeche se, haath pet pe. Dheere dhakke. Chachi kehte – “Beta… baccha kick kar raha hai… tera lund mehsoos kar raha hai shayad.”
Main pet pe kiss karta hoon. “Beta… papa tujhe pyaar karta hai.” Chachi hansti hai – “Aur chachi bhi.”
Chuches se colostrum nikalne laga. Main chusta – sweet taste. Chachi sharma kar kehti – “Beta… yeh tera haq hai… abhi bhi.”
Har raat yeh routine – massage, kiss, oral, sex, cuddling. Chachi ke pet se baat, unki smile, unki baahen.
Yeh rishta ab sirf physical nahi – yeh emotional, spiritual, poora jeevan ban gaya hai. Main chachi ke liye sab kuch hoon – beta, pati, baap, saathi. Aur woh meri – meri chachi, meri aurat, meri zindagi.
Family ko “miracle pregnancy” batayenge. Log khushi manayenge. Par andar se yeh hamara secret rahega – gehra, intense, aur hamesha.
Rohit ek government contractor hai, aksar site pe rehta hai. Shaadi ke baad bhi uska zyada time bahar hi guzarta hai. Main ghar mein akeli rehti hoon sasur-sasuma ke saath, par unki tabiyat theek nahi rehti, isliye din bhar kaam mein busy rehti hoon.
January ki shuruat thi. Bahar tez barf gir rahi thi. Poora gaon barf se dhak gaya tha. Bijli 3 din se gayab thi. Inverter bhi khatam ho chuka tha. Ghar mein sirf candle aur kerosene ke lamp ki roshni thi. Sasur-sasuma ne apne kamre mein aag jalayi thi aur woh wahan hi so rahe the – unki umar aur thandi ke karan bahut kamzor ho gaye the.
Rohit 10 din pehle site pe gaya tha aur barf ke karan abhi tak wapas nahi aa paya tha. Phone network bhi down tha. Ghar mein sirf main aur Aryan the.
Aryan – mera devar – bahut shant aur seedha ladka hai. College mein padhta hai, gym jaata hai, sharir mazboot hai, height 6 foot, fair rang, aur aankhen bahut gehri hain. Bachpan se mujhe “bhabhi” bolta tha, par shaadi ke baad jab main pehli baar aayi thi, uski nazar mujhpe alag si thi. Jab main saree pehen kar chalti thi, woh chupke chupke dekhta tha. Main notice karti thi, par kuch bolti nahi thi.
Teesre din barf aur tez ho gayi. Raat ke 11 baje ke aas-paas bijli toh gayi hi thi, thandi itni ki haddiyan dard karne lagi. Main kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi jab Aryan andar aaya.
“Bhabhi… thand bahut hai… aag jalani padegi kamre mein.”
Main boli – “Haan Aryan… lekin sasur ji ke kamre mein toh jal rahi hai… hum log terrace wale kamre mein so sakte hain… wahan fireplace hai.”
Aryan ne haan mein sar hilaya.
Hum dono upar gaye. Kamra bada tha, purana palang, fireplace mein aag jalayi gayi. Thand thodi kam hui. Main ek taraf let gayi, Aryan doosri taraf. Blanket alag-alag the.
Raat ke 2 baje mujhe neend nahi aa rahi thi. Thand se kaanp rahi thi. Aryan bhi palat raha tha.
“Bhabhi… aap soyi nahi?”
“Nahi Aryan… bahut thand lag rahi hai.”
Unhone dheere se kaha – “Bhabhi… agar aapko bura na lage toh… hum ek blanket mein aa sakte hain… thand kam lagegi.”
Dil zor se dhadakne laga. Main chup rahi.
Phir dheere se boli – “Theek hai… par sirf thand ke liye…”
Hum dono ek blanket mein aa gaye. Unka sharir garam tha. Main unke seene se chipak gayi. Unhone mera haath pakad liya. Unki ungliyan garam thi.
“Bhabhi… aap bahut sundar ho…”
Main sharma gayi. “Aryan… chup…”
Unhone mera haath apne chest pe rakha. Unka dil tez dhadak raha tha. Phir dheere se meri kamar pe haath rakha. Skin pe unka garam haath… uffff…
Main kaanp uthi. “Aryan… yeh galat hai…”
Unhone meri gardan pe kiss kar diya. “Bhabhi… sirf ek baar… Rohan bhai bahut din se bahar hain… main bhi akela hoon… aap bhi akeli ho…”
Kiss gardan se shuru hua. Phir kaan pe. Phir gaal pe. Phir honthon pe.
Pehla kiss – dheere, pyar se. Meri jeebh unki jeebh se mili. Woh kiss gehra karte gaye. Main respond karne lagi.
Unhone mera blouse ka hook khola. Bra upar ki. Chuche bahar. Nipple hard the thand se. Unhone ek nipple muh mein le liya aur chusne lage.
“Aaaahhhh… Aryan… chuso… zor se… kitna acha lag raha hai…”
Unhone dono chuche masalne shuru kiye. Nipple ko daant se pakad kar kheencha. Dard aur maza ek saath.
Main nighty upar kar di. Panties geeli thi. Unhone panties neeche ki. Choot pe haath rakha.
“Kitni geeli ho gayi ho bhabhi… sirf kiss se hi…”
Unhone do ungli andar daal di. Andar bahar tez tez.
“Aaaahhhh… Aryan… ungli se… zor se… chachi ki choot ko khol de…”
Main pehla orgasm pa gayi – choot se pani tapakne laga blanket pe.
Phir unhone apni pant utari. Lund bahar – mota, lamba, topi chamak rahi thi.
“Devar ji… yeh kitna bada hai… Rohan ka toh aadha bhi nahi…”
Unhone muskura diya. “Yeh sirf tere liye hai bhabhi… ab le.”
Unhone mujhe litaya. Missionary. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Ek tez jhatka – poora andar.
Aaaahhhhh… main cheekh padi – muh pe haath rakha.
“Zor se… devar ji… phaad do bhabhi ki choot… maar daal… aahhh…”
Unhone dhakke marne shuru kiye – zor zor se. Palang hil raha tha. Meri choot tight thi, par unka lund andar tak ja raha tha.
Phir doggy. Meri gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – chap chap chap.
“Le… meri randi bhabhi… le poora devar ka lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se chod… kitna mota hai tera lund… devar ji…”
Main teen baar jhad gayi. Har baar choot se pani tapak raha tha.
Phir cowgirl. Main upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche hil rahe the. Unhone chuche pakad kar masle.
“Kitne mast chuche hain tere… bounce kar… zor se… meri bhabhi…”
Main tez tez upar neeche. Choot se chap chap awaaz.
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Gaand unki taraf. Bounce. Unhone gaand faila kar dekha.
“Le… teri gaand bhi meri hai… ek din yahan bhi daal dunga…”
Main jhad gayi phir se.
Unhone speed badhayi. “Le… mera maal… andar hi daal raha hoon… teri choot mein poora cum…”
Aur phir garam garam cum meri choot mein bhar diya. Bahut zyada tha – bahar tapakne laga meri taango pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Bhabhi… yeh hamara raaz rahega. Rohit bhai jab tak nahi aayenge… har raat aisa hi.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha – yeh mera devar tha. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Agla din normal. Barf aur tez ho gayi. Bijli gayab. Ghar mein sirf hum dono the – sasur-sasuma apne kamre mein band the.
Din mein chachi ne mujhe kitchen mein pakda. Saree upar ki. Counter pe baitha diya. Lund andar. Zor se dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… devar ji… kitchen mein… maa aa jayegi…”
“Chup… bilkul awaaz mat kar… tera devar tujhe chod raha hai…”
Main do baar jhad gayi. Devar ji ne andar hi cum kiya.
Raat ko phir terrace pe. Baarish ki awaaz mein. Devar ji ne mujhe deewar se sataya. Peeche se lund andar. Zor se dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… devar ji… baarish mein… kitna maza… phaad do bhabhi ki choot…”
Unhone gaand mein bhi daala. Dheere se. Main tadap uthi – “Devar ji… gaand mein… kitna mota… dheere… aahhh…”
Phir choot mein wapas. Creampie.
Har raat aisa hi. Kitchen, bathroom, chhath, corridor – har jagah.
Ek raat chachi ne mujhe bola – “Beta… period miss ho gaye hain. 16 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. 28 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.
(Word count check: 2187 – continuing expansion)
Raat ko jab bijli chali jati thi, chachi mujhe apne paas bula leti. Charpai pe let kar woh dheere se meri pant kholti, haath andar daalti, lund ko sehlati. “Beta… yeh kitna garam hai… chachi ke liye taiyar hai na?”
Main unki nighty upar karta, panties neeche. Unki choot pe haath pher ta. Geeli. Unheli andar daalta. Chachi moan karti – “Aaaahhhh… beta… ungli se… zor se… chachi ki choot ko khol de…”
Phir main neeche jhukta, choot chaat ta. Tongue se clit ko circle mein ghumata. Chachi kamar uthati – “Andar… tongue andar… uffff… beta… chachi ko pagal kar de…”
Jab chachi jhadti hai, woh mera sar pakad kar dabati, choot se pani mere muh mein tapakta hai. Main sab pee leta hoon – chachi ka ras, chachi ka pyaar.
Phir chachi mera lund muh mein leti. Slow blowjob – dheere dheere, tongue topi pe, balls ko haath se massage. Main tadapta hoon – “Chachi… chus lo… zor se… uffff…”
Phir missionary. Chachi neeche, main upar. Dheere se andar. Har dhakke ke saath chachi kehte – “Beta… andar hi… chachi ke andar tera maal… hamara baccha banega…”
Creampie ke baad chachi mujhe apne seene pe letati. Haath mere sar pe. “Beta… tu mera sab kuch hai. Chacha ke jaane ke baad pehli baar main zinda mehsoos kar rahi hoon… tere saath.”
Pregnancy ke baad jab pet bada ho gaya, sex aur pyar bhara ho gaya. Spooning mein – main peeche se, haath pet pe. Dheere dhakke. Chachi kehte – “Beta… baccha kick kar raha hai… tera lund mehsoos kar raha hai shayad.”
Main pet pe kiss karta hoon. “Beta… papa tujhe pyaar karta hai.” Chachi hansti hai – “Aur chachi bhi.”
Chuches se colostrum nikalne laga. Main chusta – sweet taste. Chachi sharma kar kehti – “Beta… yeh tera haq hai… abhi bhi.”
Har raat yeh routine – massage, kiss, oral, sex, cuddling. Chachi ke pet se baat, unki smile, unki baahen.
Yeh rishta ab sirf physical nahi – yeh emotional, spiritual, poora jeevan ban gaya hai. Main chachi ke liye sab kuch hoon – beta, pati, baap, saathi. Aur woh meri – meri chachi, meri aurat, meri zindagi.
Family ko “miracle pregnancy” batayenge. Log khushi manayenge. Par andar se yeh hamara secret rahega – gehra, intense, aur hamesha.