Hi, mera naam Karan Mehta hai, aur yeh meri sachchi zindagi ki ghatna hai jo do saal pehle Bihar ke ek chhote se gaon mein hui thi. Main tab 25 saal ka tha, Delhi mein ek private company mein job karta tha – middle-class family se hoon, papa government school teacher hain, aur hum log har saal gaon jaate the apne relatives se milne. Is baar monsoon season tha, aur main apne chacha-chachi ke ghar ruka tha. Chacha ji kheti-baari karte the, sugarcane ke bade-bade khet the unke, aur chachi, unka naam Sunita tha, umar lagbhag 40 ke aas-paas, lekin dikhti thi bilkul 30 ki – gori chamdi, lambe baal jo woh judde mein bandh leti thi, aur figure jo kisi bhi jawaan ladke ko pagal kar de. Unke boobs bade-bade the, shayad 38D, jo saree ke blouse mein kas ke bandhe rehte, aur gaand gol-matol, chalte waqt matakti hui. Chacha ji subah se shaam tak khet mein rehte, toh ghar pe main aur chachi aksar akele hote. Gaon ka mahaul tha – mud houses, khule aangan, aur sugarcane ke khet jo gaon ke charon taraf failay hue the, unki oonchi patliyan hawa mein hilti rehti thi, aur monsoon ki barish se sab geela-geela rehta.
Pehle din jab main pahuncha, train se utar kar, chachi ne gale laga kar swagat kiya. "Arre Karan beta, kitna time ho gaya! Aa andar aa," unhone kaha, unki awaaz mein woh pyar bhari masti. Unhone yellow saree pehni thi, pallu se unka pet dikh raha tha – soft, thoda sa ubhra hua, paseene se chamak raha. Hug karte waqt unke boobs mere seene pe dab gaye, aur main feel kar paya unki garmi, woh bra ki straps jo peeth pe kasi hui thi. Mera dil zor se dhadka – yeh galat tha, woh meri chachi thi, lekin unki khushboo, woh talcum powder mixed with sweat ki smell, mujhe pagal kar rahi thi. Main andar gaya, chacha ji khet se aaye, humne khana khaya – simple dal-chawal, sabzi, aur chachi ke haath ka achaar. Raat ko sote waqt, ghar mein sirf do rooms the, toh main chachi ke room ke bagal wale kamre mein soya. Raat bhar barish hoti rahi, awaaz aati rahi chat pe, aur main sochta raha chachi ke baare mein – unki muskurahat, woh nazar jo mujhpe tikti rehti thi.
Agla din subah utha toh chachi chai bana rahi thi. "Beta, uth gaya? Chai pi le," unhone kaha, jhuk kar cup dete waqt unka pallu thoda sark gaya, aur blouse ke andar se cleavage dikh gaya – deep, creamy, aur unke boobs ka shape saaf. Main nazar hata nahi paya, aur woh notice kar gayi. "Kya dekh raha hai Karan? Sharmana mat, tu toh apna beta jaisa hai," unhone has kar kaha, lekin unki aankhon mein kuch alag hi chamak thi. Din bhar gaon mein ghumta raha, lekin shaam ko chachi ne kaha, "Beta, chacha ji khet mein hain, tu unke paas chal, sugarcane dekh. Main bhi aati hoon thodi der mein." Main khet pahuncha – sugarcane ke oonche patte, unke beech narrow paths, aur mitti geeli barish se, chalne pe awaaz aati thi. Chacha ji kaam kar rahe the, mujhe bataya kaise sugarcane ugate hain, harvesting ke baare mein. Phir chachi aayi, basket mein kuch khane ka samaan le kar. "Lo, thoda nashta kha lo dono," unhone kaha, baith kar hum teeno baatein karne lage.
Chacha ji thodi der baad dusre taraf gaye, aur main aur chachi akela reh gaye khet ke beech. Woh sugarcane ke patton ko chhuti hui boli, "Kitna sundar hai na yeh khet, Karan. Yahan akele rehne mein maza aata hai." Unki saree mitti se geeli ho rahi thi, aur paseena unke chehre pe beh raha tha. Main unke bagal mein baitha, unka haath mera haath chhu gaya. "Garmi lag rahi hai na beta?" unhone kaha, apna pallu adjust karte hue, lekin jaan-bujh kar thoda sa cleavage dikhaya. Mera lund pant mein tight hone laga, main socha yeh galat hai, lekin unki nazar mujhpe thi – woh lingering glance, jo kah rahi thi kuch aur. Hum ghar wapas aaye, lekin raaste mein barish shuru ho gayi, hum bhig gaye. Chachi ki saree unke body pe chipak gayi, unke boobs ka shape saaf dikh raha tha, nipples hard aur poke kar rahe the blouse se. "Beta, jaldi andar chal," unhone kaha, lekin unki awaaz mein excitement thi.
Ghar pahunch kar chachi ne kaha, "Tu naha le pehle, main badal leti hoon." Main bathroom mein gaya, lekin sochta raha unke bhige hue body ke baare mein – woh geeli saree, unki skin ki chamak. Raat ko khane ke time, chacha ji thak kar jaldi so gaye, aur main aur chachi baith kar baatein karne lage. "Teri shaadi kab kar rahe hain beta? Koi girlfriend hai?" unhone poocha, unki ungli meri thigh pe halke se ghum rahi thi. Main nervous ho gaya, "Nahi chachi, abhi nahi." Woh hasi, "Arre, tu itna handsome hai, ladkiyan toh line mein hongi." Unki baat mein flirt tha, aur mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Raat bhar neend nahi aayi, main sochta raha – kya chachi bhi feel karti hai yeh tension? Yeh taboo tha, family mein aisa nahi hona chahiye, lekin lust badh raha tha.
Doosre din subah, chachi ne kaha, "Beta, aaj khet mein madad kar na. Sugarcane ko paani dena hai." Hum dono khet gaye, chacha ji dusre kaam mein busy the. Khet mein paani ki naliyan thi, irrigation ke liye. Chachi jhuk kar paani check kar rahi thi, unki saree ka pallu gir gaya, aur blouse ke hooks se unke boobs ka side view dikh raha tha. Main peeche se dekhta raha, mera lund khada ho gaya. Woh sidhi hui, muskura kar boli, "Kya dekh raha hai Karan? Madad kar na." Main unke paas gaya, haath lagaya nali pe, lekin mera haath unke haath se chhu gaya, aur woh nahi hati. Instead, unhone mera haath pakad liya, "Beta, tu kitna strong ho gaya hai." Unki saans tez thi, aur hum dono ki nazrein mili – woh moment jahan sab ruk gaya, sugarcane ke patte hawa mein hil rahe the, door se gaon ki awaazein aati thi.
Phir barish shuru ho gayi, halki-halki, lekin hum nahi bhage. Chachi ne kaha, "Yahan ruk jaate hain thodi der, sugarcane ke neeche sukh jayenge." Hum oonche sugarcane ke beech chhup gaye, patton ne hume cover kar diya. Barish se unki saree geeli ho gayi, chipak gayi body pe. "Beta, thand lag rahi hai," unhone kaha, mere close aakar. Main unhe gale laga liya, unke boobs mere chest pe dab gaye, woh softness, woh garmi. Mera lund unki thigh pe dab raha tha, aur woh feel kar rahi thi. "Karan... yeh galat hai na?" unhone whisper kiya, lekin unka haath meri peeth pe ghum raha tha. Main bola, "Chachi, mujhe control nahi ho raha." Taboo thrill tha – gaon mein, family mein, lekin yeh moment irresistible tha.
Hum aur close hue, main unke lips pe kiss karne laga – pehle hesitant, phir deep. Unki zubaan meri zubaan se mili, taste of rain and her saliva, sweet aur salty. Unhone moan kiya, "Ahh beta... dheere." Maine unka pallu hataya, saree ke folds kholne laga. Blouse ke hooks dheere-dheere khole – pehla hook, doosra, teesra – unke bade boobs bra mein bahar aane lage. Bra black thi, lace wali, nipples hard dikhte the. Maine bra utari, unke boobs free hue – full, round, with dark brown areolas, nipples erect from cold and arousal. Maine haath se dabaya, woh weight feel kiya, soft lekin firm. "Choos le beta... ahhh," unhone kaha. Main jhuk kar ek nipple muh mein liya, choosa zor se, tongue se swirl kiya, bite lightly. Unki smell – wet earth mixed with her feminine musk, paseene ki, aur arousal ki. Woh tadap rahi thi, haath mere baal mein, "Haan Karan... zor se choos... unhh."
Maine unki saree poori utar di – petticoat ka nada khola, dheere se neeche kiya. Panty white thi, geeli barish se aur unki wetness se. Maine panty utari, unki choot dikh gayi – hairy, lekin trimmed, lips swollen aur wet. Scent strong thi – musky, inviting. Maine finger daali, geeli aur tight. "Ahhh beta... andar daal," unhone kaha. Maine do fingers se finger-fuck kiya, clit ko rub kiya. Woh hips hilane lagi, moans louder – "Chodo mujhe Karan... chachi ko pel do." Maine apne kapde utare – shirt, pant, underwear – mera lund 7 inch ka, thick, veiny, pre-cum se geela. Woh neeche baith gayi, lund pakad kar muh mein liya. Unki garam zubaan head pe ghumi, suck kiya, deep throat – gagging sound, saliva dripping. "Mmm... kitna tasty hai tera lund beta."
Phir maine unhe sugarcane ke against khada kiya, taange failayi. Lund unki choot pe ragda, teasing. "Daal na... ahhh," woh boli. Maine push kiya, andar gaya – tight, warm, wet. Thrust shuru kiye, slow pehle, phir fast. Unke boobs bounce kar rahe the, main dabata raha. Position change – doggy style, unki gaand upar, main peeche se pel raha tha, thappad marta gaand pe. "Haan beta... zor se... ahhh chodo!" Woh jhad gayi, body shaking, choot clenching. Maine continue kiya, finally andar creampie diya, cum bahar tapka. Doosra round – missionary mein ground pe, barish mein, multiple climaxes. Yeh shuruaat thi – gaon mein rehne ke dauran roz yeh hota raha.
Pehle din jab main pahuncha, train se utar kar, chachi ne gale laga kar swagat kiya. "Arre Karan beta, kitna time ho gaya! Aa andar aa," unhone kaha, unki awaaz mein woh pyar bhari masti. Unhone yellow saree pehni thi, pallu se unka pet dikh raha tha – soft, thoda sa ubhra hua, paseene se chamak raha. Hug karte waqt unke boobs mere seene pe dab gaye, aur main feel kar paya unki garmi, woh bra ki straps jo peeth pe kasi hui thi. Mera dil zor se dhadka – yeh galat tha, woh meri chachi thi, lekin unki khushboo, woh talcum powder mixed with sweat ki smell, mujhe pagal kar rahi thi. Main andar gaya, chacha ji khet se aaye, humne khana khaya – simple dal-chawal, sabzi, aur chachi ke haath ka achaar. Raat ko sote waqt, ghar mein sirf do rooms the, toh main chachi ke room ke bagal wale kamre mein soya. Raat bhar barish hoti rahi, awaaz aati rahi chat pe, aur main sochta raha chachi ke baare mein – unki muskurahat, woh nazar jo mujhpe tikti rehti thi.
Agla din subah utha toh chachi chai bana rahi thi. "Beta, uth gaya? Chai pi le," unhone kaha, jhuk kar cup dete waqt unka pallu thoda sark gaya, aur blouse ke andar se cleavage dikh gaya – deep, creamy, aur unke boobs ka shape saaf. Main nazar hata nahi paya, aur woh notice kar gayi. "Kya dekh raha hai Karan? Sharmana mat, tu toh apna beta jaisa hai," unhone has kar kaha, lekin unki aankhon mein kuch alag hi chamak thi. Din bhar gaon mein ghumta raha, lekin shaam ko chachi ne kaha, "Beta, chacha ji khet mein hain, tu unke paas chal, sugarcane dekh. Main bhi aati hoon thodi der mein." Main khet pahuncha – sugarcane ke oonche patte, unke beech narrow paths, aur mitti geeli barish se, chalne pe awaaz aati thi. Chacha ji kaam kar rahe the, mujhe bataya kaise sugarcane ugate hain, harvesting ke baare mein. Phir chachi aayi, basket mein kuch khane ka samaan le kar. "Lo, thoda nashta kha lo dono," unhone kaha, baith kar hum teeno baatein karne lage.
Chacha ji thodi der baad dusre taraf gaye, aur main aur chachi akela reh gaye khet ke beech. Woh sugarcane ke patton ko chhuti hui boli, "Kitna sundar hai na yeh khet, Karan. Yahan akele rehne mein maza aata hai." Unki saree mitti se geeli ho rahi thi, aur paseena unke chehre pe beh raha tha. Main unke bagal mein baitha, unka haath mera haath chhu gaya. "Garmi lag rahi hai na beta?" unhone kaha, apna pallu adjust karte hue, lekin jaan-bujh kar thoda sa cleavage dikhaya. Mera lund pant mein tight hone laga, main socha yeh galat hai, lekin unki nazar mujhpe thi – woh lingering glance, jo kah rahi thi kuch aur. Hum ghar wapas aaye, lekin raaste mein barish shuru ho gayi, hum bhig gaye. Chachi ki saree unke body pe chipak gayi, unke boobs ka shape saaf dikh raha tha, nipples hard aur poke kar rahe the blouse se. "Beta, jaldi andar chal," unhone kaha, lekin unki awaaz mein excitement thi.
Ghar pahunch kar chachi ne kaha, "Tu naha le pehle, main badal leti hoon." Main bathroom mein gaya, lekin sochta raha unke bhige hue body ke baare mein – woh geeli saree, unki skin ki chamak. Raat ko khane ke time, chacha ji thak kar jaldi so gaye, aur main aur chachi baith kar baatein karne lage. "Teri shaadi kab kar rahe hain beta? Koi girlfriend hai?" unhone poocha, unki ungli meri thigh pe halke se ghum rahi thi. Main nervous ho gaya, "Nahi chachi, abhi nahi." Woh hasi, "Arre, tu itna handsome hai, ladkiyan toh line mein hongi." Unki baat mein flirt tha, aur mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Raat bhar neend nahi aayi, main sochta raha – kya chachi bhi feel karti hai yeh tension? Yeh taboo tha, family mein aisa nahi hona chahiye, lekin lust badh raha tha.
Doosre din subah, chachi ne kaha, "Beta, aaj khet mein madad kar na. Sugarcane ko paani dena hai." Hum dono khet gaye, chacha ji dusre kaam mein busy the. Khet mein paani ki naliyan thi, irrigation ke liye. Chachi jhuk kar paani check kar rahi thi, unki saree ka pallu gir gaya, aur blouse ke hooks se unke boobs ka side view dikh raha tha. Main peeche se dekhta raha, mera lund khada ho gaya. Woh sidhi hui, muskura kar boli, "Kya dekh raha hai Karan? Madad kar na." Main unke paas gaya, haath lagaya nali pe, lekin mera haath unke haath se chhu gaya, aur woh nahi hati. Instead, unhone mera haath pakad liya, "Beta, tu kitna strong ho gaya hai." Unki saans tez thi, aur hum dono ki nazrein mili – woh moment jahan sab ruk gaya, sugarcane ke patte hawa mein hil rahe the, door se gaon ki awaazein aati thi.
Phir barish shuru ho gayi, halki-halki, lekin hum nahi bhage. Chachi ne kaha, "Yahan ruk jaate hain thodi der, sugarcane ke neeche sukh jayenge." Hum oonche sugarcane ke beech chhup gaye, patton ne hume cover kar diya. Barish se unki saree geeli ho gayi, chipak gayi body pe. "Beta, thand lag rahi hai," unhone kaha, mere close aakar. Main unhe gale laga liya, unke boobs mere chest pe dab gaye, woh softness, woh garmi. Mera lund unki thigh pe dab raha tha, aur woh feel kar rahi thi. "Karan... yeh galat hai na?" unhone whisper kiya, lekin unka haath meri peeth pe ghum raha tha. Main bola, "Chachi, mujhe control nahi ho raha." Taboo thrill tha – gaon mein, family mein, lekin yeh moment irresistible tha.
Hum aur close hue, main unke lips pe kiss karne laga – pehle hesitant, phir deep. Unki zubaan meri zubaan se mili, taste of rain and her saliva, sweet aur salty. Unhone moan kiya, "Ahh beta... dheere." Maine unka pallu hataya, saree ke folds kholne laga. Blouse ke hooks dheere-dheere khole – pehla hook, doosra, teesra – unke bade boobs bra mein bahar aane lage. Bra black thi, lace wali, nipples hard dikhte the. Maine bra utari, unke boobs free hue – full, round, with dark brown areolas, nipples erect from cold and arousal. Maine haath se dabaya, woh weight feel kiya, soft lekin firm. "Choos le beta... ahhh," unhone kaha. Main jhuk kar ek nipple muh mein liya, choosa zor se, tongue se swirl kiya, bite lightly. Unki smell – wet earth mixed with her feminine musk, paseene ki, aur arousal ki. Woh tadap rahi thi, haath mere baal mein, "Haan Karan... zor se choos... unhh."
Maine unki saree poori utar di – petticoat ka nada khola, dheere se neeche kiya. Panty white thi, geeli barish se aur unki wetness se. Maine panty utari, unki choot dikh gayi – hairy, lekin trimmed, lips swollen aur wet. Scent strong thi – musky, inviting. Maine finger daali, geeli aur tight. "Ahhh beta... andar daal," unhone kaha. Maine do fingers se finger-fuck kiya, clit ko rub kiya. Woh hips hilane lagi, moans louder – "Chodo mujhe Karan... chachi ko pel do." Maine apne kapde utare – shirt, pant, underwear – mera lund 7 inch ka, thick, veiny, pre-cum se geela. Woh neeche baith gayi, lund pakad kar muh mein liya. Unki garam zubaan head pe ghumi, suck kiya, deep throat – gagging sound, saliva dripping. "Mmm... kitna tasty hai tera lund beta."
Phir maine unhe sugarcane ke against khada kiya, taange failayi. Lund unki choot pe ragda, teasing. "Daal na... ahhh," woh boli. Maine push kiya, andar gaya – tight, warm, wet. Thrust shuru kiye, slow pehle, phir fast. Unke boobs bounce kar rahe the, main dabata raha. Position change – doggy style, unki gaand upar, main peeche se pel raha tha, thappad marta gaand pe. "Haan beta... zor se... ahhh chodo!" Woh jhad gayi, body shaking, choot clenching. Maine continue kiya, finally andar creampie diya, cum bahar tapka. Doosra round – missionary mein ground pe, barish mein, multiple climaxes. Yeh shuruaat thi – gaon mein rehne ke dauran roz yeh hota raha.