Mera naam Riya hai. Umar abhi 21 saal ki hui hai. Main Delhi University mein final year B.Com kar rahi hoon. Garmi ki chhuttiyan shuru hui thi aur mummy-papa ne mujhe didi ke ghar bhej diya – didi ki shaadi ko ab 2 saal hue the. Jiju – matlab didi ke husband, Rohan bhaiya – 29 saal ke hain. Software engineer hain, bahut handsome, gym jaate hain, height 6 feet, fair, aur smile aisi ki dil dhadak jaaye.
Humara ghar joint family type ka hai – didi, jiju, unke chhote bete Aryan (2 saal ka), aur jiju ke mummy-papa bhi saath rehte hain. Ghar bada hai, South Delhi ke ek posh colony mein, 4 bedroom, ek terrace, aur neeche parking. Par garmi itni thi ki AC bhi kaam nahi kar rahi thi properly – load shedding har 2 ghante mein.
Main didi ke saath room share kar rahi thi. Didi pregnant thi – 7th month mein. Unko zyada rest chahiye tha, toh raat ko jaldi so jati thi. Jiju aksar late tak laptop pe kaam karte the hall mein.
Shuruaat bilkul chhoti si cheez se hui.
Ek dopahar, didi so rahi thi bedroom mein. Aryan bhi saath tha. Main kitchen mein paani lene gayi. Jiju bhi wahan the – white vest aur shorts mein, paseena chamak raha tha unke toned arms pe. Unhone mujhe dekha aur muskura diye.
“Riya, itni garmi mein bhi itni fresh kaise lag rahi hai tu?” unhone kaha, awaaz mein thodi si masti.
Main sharma gayi. Maine simple yellow kurti aur leggings pehni thi – kurti thodi tight thi, aur paseene se chipak gayi thi. “Jiju… aap bhi toh itne fit ho… gym ka asar dikhta hai.”
Unhone ek kadam aage badhaya. “Gym toh bas bahana hai… asli motivation toh ab ghar pe hi mil gayi hai.”
Yeh baat sunkar mera dil zor se dhadak utha. Yeh flirt tha? Ya mazak? Main jaldi se glass bhar kar wapas chali gayi, lekin peeche mud kar dekha – unki nazar meri gaand pe thi.
Raat ko sab log dinner kar rahe the. Jiju ne meri taraf dekha aur dheere se bola, “Riya, raat ko terrace pe sone ka plan hai. Garmi bahut hai kamre mein.”
Didi boli, “Haan beta, tu bhi terrace pe aa ja. Hum sab wahan hi so jayenge. Cooler laga denge.”
Main haan mein sar hila di.
Raat ke 12 baje ke aaspaas sab terrace pe charpai lagakar so gaye. Didi aur Aryan ek taraf, jiju ke mummy-papa doosri taraf, aur main aur jiju beech mein – thodi doori thi, lekin itni nahi ki haath na pahunch sake.
Bijli chali gayi. Andhera. Sirf gali se aati halki street light.
Main palat rahi thi garmi se. Meri nighty upar chadhi hui thi, taangein khuli thi. Jiju ki taraf se dheere se awaaz aayi – “Riya… neend nahi aa rahi?”
Main chup rahi.
Phir unhone mera haath pakad liya. Unki ungliyan garam thi. “Tu itni sundar hai… kab se soch raha tha…”
Main kaanp uthi. “Jiju… yeh galat hai… didi…”
“Shhh… didi so rahi hai. Yeh hamara raaz rahega.”
Unhone mera haath apne shorts ke andar daal diya. Unka lund pehle se hi hard tha – mota, garam, topi pe thoda geela. Main hairan – itna bada? Didi kitni lucky thi.
Main haath nahi chhudaya. Dheere dheere hilane lagi. Unki saans tez ho gayi.
Phir unhone meri nighty upar ki. Panties ke upar se choot pe haath rakha. “Kitni geeli hai tu… Riya… teri choot toh mere liye tapak rahi hai.”
Main moan karne lagi – “Uffff… jiju… dheere…”
Unhone panty side kiya aur ek ungli andar daal di. Dheere dheere andar bahar. Meri saans ruk rahi thi. Chuche nighty ke andar hard ho gaye the.
Phir unhone mujhe apni taraf kheencha. Spooning position. Shorts neeche kiye aur lund meri gaand ke beech ragda. Phir dheere se choot pe set kiya aur andar ghusa diya.
Aaaahhhhh… maine muh pe haath rakha. Woh dheere dheere dhakke mar rahe the. Har dhakke ke saath unka garam saans meri gardan pe.
“Kitni tight hai teri choot… saali… ab teri yeh choot sirf mera lund maangegi…”
Main tadap rahi thi – “Aahhh… jiju… zor se… maar do mujhe…”
Woh ruk gaye nahi. Speed badhate gaye, lekin halke. Charpai thodi hil rahi thi. Didi ki taraf se koi harkat nahi.
Main pehla orgasm pa gayi – choot se pani tapakne laga. Unhone mera muh pakad kar kiss kiya.
Phir unhone mujhe ulta kiya – ab main unke upar. Cowgirl style. Main dheere bounce karne lagi. Chuche unke muh ke paas. Unhone nighty upar karke ek nipple muh mein le liya aur chusne lage.
“Aaaahhhh… jiju… nipple ko zor se chuso… kitna maza aa raha hai…”
Woh chuste rahe, neeche se dhakke marte rahe. “Le… mera lund… teri choot mein… poora andar…”
Main doosri baar jhad gayi.
Phir unhone mujhe doggy mein liya. Meri gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe haath rakhe hue dhakke.
“Kitni mast gaand hai teri… ek din yahan bhi daal dunga…”
Yeh soch kar meri choot aur geeli ho gayi.
Last mein unhone mujhe missionary mein litaya. Zor zor se dhakke. “Le… mera maal… andar hi daal raha hoon… teri choot mein creampie…”
Aur phir garam garam cum meri choot mein bhar diya. Kitna tha… bahar tapakne laga charpai pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Riya… yeh hamara shuruaat hai. Kal raat phir se…”
Main chup rahi. Dil mein guilt tha – yeh meri didi ka pati hai. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Subah sab normal. Didi ne notice kiya ki main thodi alag lag rahi hoon. “Riya, tu theek toh hai na?”
Main muskura di. “Haan di… bas garmi se.”
Din bhar jiju office gaye. Shaam ko wapas aaye toh unki nazar mujhpe hi thi. Dinner ke time table ke neeche unka pair meri taang pe ragad raha tha. Main kaanp rahi thi.
Raat ko phir terrace. Is baar unhone mujhe apni charpai pe bula liya. Andhera tha. Didi aur Aryan so gaye the.
Unhone meri nighty poori utar di. Main nangi let gayi unke saath. Unhone poora sharir kiss kiya – pairon se gardan tak. Meri clit ko tongue se tease kiya.
“Aaaahhhh… jiju… chaat lo… poori choot chaat lo… uffff…”
Unhone meri choot muh mein le li. Tongue andar daal kar chaat rahe the. Main tadap uthi – teesra orgasm usi waqt.
Phir unhone mujhe 69 mein daala. Main unka lund chus rahi thi – topi ko tongue se ghuma rahi thi, balls ko chaat rahi thi. Unhone meri gaand mein ungli daali – pehli baar. Woh feeling alag thi – dard aur maza.
Phir unhone mujhe doggy mein liya. Zor zor se. Gaand pe thappad marte hue – “Le… meri randi saali… le poora lund…”
Main zor se moan kar rahi thi – “Aaaahhhh… jiju… phaad do meri choot… maar daalo…”
Main char baar jhad gayi us raat.
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Meri gaand unki taraf. Bounce kar rahi thi. Unhone gaand ke ched pe ungli ragdi. “Soch raha hoon agle din yahan daalun…”
Main jhad gayi soch kar hi.
Aur phir creampie – andar hi poora maal.
Hum let gaye. Unhone kaha, “Riya… tu ab meri hai. Didi ko pata nahi chalega. Par tu meri choot ban gayi hai.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha, lekin addiction shuru ho chuki thi.
Agla din didi ko doctor ke paas le gaye. Main aur jiju ghar pe akela. Jaise hi darwaza band hua, unhone mujhe living room mein sofa pe jhuka diya.
Kurti upar, leggings neeche. Seedhe peeche se lund andar. Zor zor se dhakke. Sofa hil raha tha.
“Aaaahhhh… jiju… yahan… koi aa jayega…”
“Risk hi toh maza hai… le meri saali ki choot…”
Main do baar jhad gayi. Phir unhone mujhe bedroom mein le gaye – didi ke bed pe.
Wahan unhone mujhe nanga kiya. Poora sharir oil se malish ki – woh tel jo gym ke baad use karte the. Unhone meri gaand pe bhi oil lagaya aur ungli daali.
“Riya… aaj teri gaand bhi meri karunga…”
Main darr gayi, lekin excited bhi. Unhone dheere se lund ki topi gaand pe rakhi aur andar dhakela. Dard bahut tha pehle. Phir dheere dheere maza aane laga.
“Aahhh… jiju… gaand mein… kitna mota hai… phaad doge…”
Woh dhakke marte rahe. Gaand mein poora lund. Main jhad gayi anal se pehli baar.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Creampie.
Hum dono pasine se tar. Unhone mujhe hug kiya. “Ab tu meri poori tarah se. Har raat, har jagah… tujhe chodunga.”
Main chup rahi. Yeh galat tha. Bahut galat. Par meri choot ab sirf unke liye tadapti thi.
Summer vacations abhi 3 hafte baaki the. Har din naya adventure – kitchen mein, bathroom mein, car mein jab didi so rahi hoti thi. Har baar creampie. Har baar risk. Har baat mein woh thrill.
Ek din didi ne notice kiya ki meri nighty pe kuch white stain hai. Poocha, “Yeh kya hai Riya?”
Main ghabra gayi. Jiju ne turant bola, “Shayad doodh gir gaya hoga Aryan ka.”
Didi maan gayi. Par aankhon mein shak tha.
Ab har raat main sochti hoon – agar didi ko pata chal gaya toh? Ya main pregnant ho gayi toh? Kyunki jiju har baar andar hi daalte hain.
Par ruk nahi pa rahi. Unka lund, unka touch, unka pyar – sab meri zindagi ban gaya hai.
Yeh rishta ab rukne wala nahi. Chahe jo ho jaye.
(Abhi toh shuruaat hai… agle part mein didi ka shak badhega, risk aur gehra hoga, aur jiju-saali ka pyaar aur wild ho jayega. Pregnancy scare, secret hotel meet, aur naye positions ke saath.)
Emotional depth: Har baar jab jiju mujhe chhute hain, dil mein do ladaiyan hoti hain. Ek taraf didi ke liye pyaar aur guilt – woh meri badi behen hai, mujhe apna ghar diya hai. Dusri taraf yeh bechaini jo jiju ke haathon se shuru hoti hai aur poore sharir mein fail jati hai. Unka har kiss mere andar ki aurat ko jagata hai jo pehle kabhi itni zinda nahi hui thi. Jab woh gaand mein daalte hain, woh dard-maza ka combination… kabhi bhul nahi sakti.
Smells – unka gym wala Axe perfume mix sweat ke saath, meri choot ka aroma jab woh chaatte hain, unka cum ka taste jab main unka lund chusti hoon – yeh sab ek nasha ban gaya hai.
Cultural elements: Delhi ka yeh posh mohalla, galiyon mein late night kutton ki bhaunk, terrace pe hawa ka jhonka jab hum chupke se karte hain, didi ke pregnant hone ki khushi jo ab guilt mein badal rahi hai. Padosi aunty bolti hain ki main bahut khush dikhti hoon. Mummy-papa bhi kehte hain ki main yahan comfortable lag rahi hoon.
Multiple orgasms – pehla oral se jab woh clit ko tongue se tease karte, dusra fingering se, teesra lund se jab deep strokes, chautha anal se jab woh dheere dheere andar bahar. Har orgasm ke baad main unke upar gir padti hoon, woh mujhe pyar se chumte hain aur kehte hain “meri pyari saali… meri aurat”.
Aur yeh addiction badhta ja raha hai. Har subah main unke liye wait karti hoon. Unka message aata hai – “Aaj raat terrace pe… wait karungi na?” Aur main haan keh deti hoon.
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hogi. Kyunki yeh sirf shuruaat hai ek dangerous, lekin beinteha mazedaar rishte ki. Do hafte beet chuke the us pehli raat ke baad jab jiju ne mujhe terrace pe pehli baar apna banaya tha. Har subah main uth kar mirror mein khud ko dekhti thi – gardan pe chhote chhote laal nishaan jo unke passionate kisses se bane the, chuche pe ungliyon ke halke dabav ke marks, aur choot mein woh halki si jalan jo roz raat ke wild sessions ki yaad dilati thi. Main sharm se laal ho jati, lekin sath hi sath ek ajeeb si khushi bhi mehsoos hoti thi. Yeh feeling galat thi – meri didi pregnant thi, ghar mein sab log the – par yeh thrill itna strong tha ki main ruk nahi pa rahi thi.
Didi ab 8th month mein thi. Unko zyada rest ki zarurat thi, doctor ne strict bed rest bola tha. Woh din bhar bedroom mein leti rehti thi, Aryan ko bhi nanny sambhalti thi. Jiju ka office ab mostly work-from-home tha – company ne policy change kar di thi. Matlab ghar pe hi rehte the, aur jab didi so jati thi ya doctor ke paas jati thi, tab hum dono ke liye mauka khul jata tha.
Ek dopahar didi ko doctor ke paas check-up ke liye le gaye the jiju ke mummy-papa. Ghar mein sirf main, jiju aur Aryan tha jo afternoon nap le raha tha nursery mein. Jaise hi car nikal gayi, jiju hall se kitchen mein aaye jahan main lunch ke liye roti bana rahi thi. Unhone peeche se mujhe pakad liya – dono haath meri kamar pe, unka hard lund meri gaand pe feel ho raha tha blue track pants ke upar se.
“Riya… do hafte se poora maza nahi liya… aaj din mein hi le leta hoon,” unhone kaan mein garam saans daalte hue kaha.
Main kaanp uthi. “Jiju… mummy-papa kabhi bhi aa sakte hain… aur Aryan…”
“Woh 2 ghante soega. Aur mummy-papa ko 3-4 ghante lagenge. Abhi time hai meri pyari saali.”
Unhone meri kurti upar ki aur bra ke hooks khol diye. Mere chuche bahar aa gaye – nipples already hard the. Unhone ek haath se chuche masalne shuru kiye, dusre haath se leggings ke andar haath daal diya. Panties ke upar se choot pe ungli ragdi.
“Uffff… kitni geeli ho gayi hai tu… bas soch kar hi pani nikal aaya,” unhone kaha aur panty side karke do ungliyan andar daal di.
Main counter pe jhuk gayi, haath se roti ka aata pakde hue. “Aahhh… jiju… dheere… koi sun lega…”
Unhone meri leggings aur panty neeche ki aur peeche se seedha lund meri choot pe set kar diya. Ek jhatke mein andar. Aaaahhhhh… maine muh pe haath rakha taaki cheekh na nikal jaye. Woh zor zor se dhakke marne lage – kitchen counter hil raha tha, gas stove ki flame jal rahi thi, roti ka aata meri ungliyon pe chipak raha tha.
“Le… meri randi saali… din mein bhi teri choot mein lund daal raha hoon… kitni tight hai tu ab bhi,” woh moan kar rahe the.
Main tadap rahi thi – “Zor se… jiju… phaad do meri choot… aahhh… kitna bada hai aapka lund…”
Unhone meri gaand pe zor ka thappad maara. Chap! Awaz kitchen mein goonj gayi. Main jhadne lagi – pehla orgasm itni jaldi aaya ki choot se pani tapakne laga floor pe.
Phir unhone mujhe ghumaya, counter pe baitha diya. Legs faila kar missionary style mein kitchen counter pe hi. Lund andar bahar tez tez. Mere chuche bounce kar rahe the. Unhone nipple ko muh mein le liya aur zor se chusa.
“Aaaahhhh… nipple ko daant se pakdo… chuso zor se… uffff…”
Woh chuste rahe, neeche se dhakke marte rahe. Main doosri baar jhad gayi. Choot ke andar se pani fountain sa nikla.
Last mein unhone speed badhayi. “Le… mera maal… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie teri choot mein din ke time…”
Aur phir garam garam cum meri choot ke andar bhar diya. Bahut zyada tha – bahar tapakne laga counter pe, meri taango pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone mujhe hug kiya aur kiss kiya. “Ab tu meri ho gayi hai poori tarah, Riya. Din raat, ghar bahar… har jagah tujhe chodunga.”
Main sharma gayi. Jaldi se kapde theek kiye, floor saaf kiya. Jaise hi mummy-papa wapas aaye, sab normal tha. Par unki nazar mujhpe thi – jaise sab jaante ho.
Raat ko phir terrace pe. Didi ne bola ki garmi bahut hai, woh aur Aryan kamre mein hi cooler ke saamne so jayenge. Jiju ke mummy-papa bhi alag taraf. Hum dono ke beech mein charpaiyan – perfect setup.
Andhera hone ke baad jiju ne mujhe apni charpai pe kheencha. Meri nighty poori utar di. Main nangi unke saath let gayi. Unhone poora sharir kiss kiya – pairon se shuru kar ke gardan tak. Meri clit ko tongue se tease kiya – dheere dheere circle banate hue.
“Aaaahhhh… jiju… chaat lo poori choot… andar tongue daalo… uffff…”
Unhone meri choot muh mein le li. Tongue andar bahar kar rahe the, clit ko chuste hue. Main tadap uthi – teesra orgasm usi waqt aaya. Choot se pani unke muh mein tapak raha tha.
Phir unhone mujhe 69 position mein daala. Main unka lund chus rahi thi – topi ko tongue se ghuma rahi thi, balls ko muh mein le kar chus rahi thi. Unhone meri gaand mein ungli daali – ab regular ho gaya tha yeh. Dheere dheere andar bahar. Main moan kar rahi thi unke lund ke muh mein hi.
“Aahhh… gaand mein bhi… kitna acha lag raha hai…”
Phir unhone mujhe doggy mein liya. Peeche se lund choot mein daala. Gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke.
“Le… teri gaand kitni mast hai… ek din poora lund yahan daal dunga…”
Main excited ho gayi. “Jiju… jab marzi… meri gaand aapki hai…”
Unhone speed badhayi. Charpai hil rahi thi halke halke. Main char baar jhad gayi us raat – har position mein ek ek.
Last mein unhone mujhe reverse cowgirl mein baithaya. Meri gaand unki taraf. Main bounce kar rahi thi, gaand ko faila kar unhe dikha rahi thi. Unhone gaand ke ched pe ungli daali aur dheere se andar bahar.
“Riya… aaj gaand mein try karte hain… dheere se…”
Main thodi darr gayi, lekin haan keh di. Unhone oil lagaaya – woh bottle jo unhone pehle se rakhi thi. Lund ki topi gaand pe rakhi aur dheere dheere andar dhakela.
Dard bahut tha pehle. Main cheekh rahi thi muh dabakar. “Aahhh… jiju… dheere… phaad rahe ho…”
Unhone ruk kar kiss kiya gardan pe. “Relax kar… mera pyar hai yeh… dheere dheere maza aayega.”
Dheere dheere andar poora ghus gaya. Phir dheere bahar. Dard dheere dheere maza mein badal gaya. Main khud peeche dhakelne lagi.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota hai… chod do meri gaand… zor se…”
Woh dhakke marne lage. Gaand mein poora lund. Main pehli baar anal orgasm pa gayi – alag hi feeling thi, poora sharir kaanp utha.
Phir wapas choot mein. Zor se choda. Creampie – andar hi poora maal.
Hum let gaye. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Ab tu meri poori property hai. Choot ho ya gaand – sab mera.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt ab bhi tha – didi ke pet mein baccha tha, aur main unke pati ke saath yeh sab kar rahi thi. Par maza itna ki guilt chhota pad jata tha.
Agla din didi ne notice kiya ki meri chal mein thodi dikkat hai – gaand mein halki si jalan thi. Poocha, “Riya, tu theek toh hai? Aise kyun chal rahi hai?”
Main ghabra gayi. “Haan di… bas kal terrace pe leti thi, peeth mein dard ho gaya.”
Jiju ne turant support kiya. “Haan mummy, main bhi notice kiya. Massage kar doonga aaj raat.”
Didi ne muskura kar haan kaha. Par unki aankhon mein kuch shak tha.
Us raat didi ne bola ki woh thak gayi hai, jaldi so jayegi. Jiju ne mujhe bedroom mein bula liya – didi ke room mein hi, jab didi gehri neend mein thi.
Woh door lock karke mujhe bed pe litaya. Dheere se nighty upar ki. Meri choot pe kiss kiya. “Aaj dheere dheere… didi paas hi so rahi hai.”
Unhone meri choot chaatni shuru ki. Tongue se clit ko tease. Main pillow mein muh daba rahi thi. Orgasm dheere se aaya – halka halka.
Phir unhone missionary mein andar daala. Dheere dheere dhakke. Har dhakke ke saath woh mera pet chhute ja rahe the, chuche dabate ja rahe the.
“Aahhh… jiju… didi ke bed pe… aap mujhe chod rahe ho… kitna galat hai yeh… par kitna maza…”
Woh andar jhad gaye – creampie phir se.
Subah didi uthi toh bed pe kuch white stain tha. Unhone poocha, “Yeh kya hai?”
Jiju ne bola, “Shayad Aryan ka doodh gir gaya hoga raat ko.”
Didi chup rahi. Par ab shak badh gaya tha.
Din bhar main tension mein thi. Jiju ne mujhe message kiya – “Aaj shaam ko car mein… drive pe chalte hain.”
Shaam ko unhone bola ki market ja rahe hain kuch saman lene. Main bhi saath gayi. Car mein highway pe jaate hue unhone meri taang pe haath rakha. Phir parking mein ek dark corner mein car roki.
“Riya… yahan car mein tujhe chodna hai aaj.”
Unhone seat peeche ki, mujhe upar baithaya. Panties side ki aur lund andar daal diya. Car hil rahi thi. Main bounce kar rahi thi cowgirl style mein car seat pe.
“Aaaahhhh… jiju… car mein… koi dekh lega…”
“Risk hi maza hai… le mera lund… teri choot mein…”
Main do baar jhad gayi. Phir unhone mujhe peeche seat pe litaya aur doggy mein choda. Gaand pe thappad marte hue.
Creampie car mein hi.
Ghar wapas aate waqt meri choot se unka cum tapak raha tha panty mein. Main sharma rahi thi.
Ab har din naya adventure – kitchen, bathroom, car, terrace, didi ke bed pe bhi. Har baar creampie. Har baar risk. Har baat mein woh thrill.
Ek raat didi ne mujhe pakad liya kitchen mein. “Riya… tu aur Rohan… kuch toh baat hai. Mujhe sab pata chal raha hai.”
Main ro padi. “Di… sorry… main…”
Didi ne haath se roka. “Main pregnant hoon. Thak gayi hoon. Rohan ko bhi zarurat hai. Agar tu khush hai toh… main kuch nahi bolungi. Bas secret rahe.”
Main hairan reh gayi. Didi jaanti thi? Aur accept kar rahi thi?
Us raat se sab khula ho gaya. Didi ne bola, “Jab main so jati hoon, tum dono enjoy kar sakte ho. Bas bacche ki khushi ke liye.”
Jiju ne mujhe gale lagaya. “Ab tu meri aur didi dono ki hai.”
Aur phir wohi wild nights shuru – kabhi didi ke saamne tease, kabhi akela. Pregnancy ke baad didi ne bola ki woh bhi join karengi jab thik ho jayengi.
Ab main sochti hoon – yeh rishta kitna alag hai. Didi jaanti hai, accept karti hai. Jiju ka pyaar, didi ka understanding, aur meri jawani – sab ek saath.
Par ek baat ab bhi darati hai – main pregnant ho gayi toh? Kyunki jiju har baar andar hi daalte hain. Aur ab didi bhi chahti hai ki main unka baccha janam doon – family mein.
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui.
Humara ghar joint family type ka hai – didi, jiju, unke chhote bete Aryan (2 saal ka), aur jiju ke mummy-papa bhi saath rehte hain. Ghar bada hai, South Delhi ke ek posh colony mein, 4 bedroom, ek terrace, aur neeche parking. Par garmi itni thi ki AC bhi kaam nahi kar rahi thi properly – load shedding har 2 ghante mein.
Main didi ke saath room share kar rahi thi. Didi pregnant thi – 7th month mein. Unko zyada rest chahiye tha, toh raat ko jaldi so jati thi. Jiju aksar late tak laptop pe kaam karte the hall mein.
Shuruaat bilkul chhoti si cheez se hui.
Ek dopahar, didi so rahi thi bedroom mein. Aryan bhi saath tha. Main kitchen mein paani lene gayi. Jiju bhi wahan the – white vest aur shorts mein, paseena chamak raha tha unke toned arms pe. Unhone mujhe dekha aur muskura diye.
“Riya, itni garmi mein bhi itni fresh kaise lag rahi hai tu?” unhone kaha, awaaz mein thodi si masti.
Main sharma gayi. Maine simple yellow kurti aur leggings pehni thi – kurti thodi tight thi, aur paseene se chipak gayi thi. “Jiju… aap bhi toh itne fit ho… gym ka asar dikhta hai.”
Unhone ek kadam aage badhaya. “Gym toh bas bahana hai… asli motivation toh ab ghar pe hi mil gayi hai.”
Yeh baat sunkar mera dil zor se dhadak utha. Yeh flirt tha? Ya mazak? Main jaldi se glass bhar kar wapas chali gayi, lekin peeche mud kar dekha – unki nazar meri gaand pe thi.
Raat ko sab log dinner kar rahe the. Jiju ne meri taraf dekha aur dheere se bola, “Riya, raat ko terrace pe sone ka plan hai. Garmi bahut hai kamre mein.”
Didi boli, “Haan beta, tu bhi terrace pe aa ja. Hum sab wahan hi so jayenge. Cooler laga denge.”
Main haan mein sar hila di.
Raat ke 12 baje ke aaspaas sab terrace pe charpai lagakar so gaye. Didi aur Aryan ek taraf, jiju ke mummy-papa doosri taraf, aur main aur jiju beech mein – thodi doori thi, lekin itni nahi ki haath na pahunch sake.
Bijli chali gayi. Andhera. Sirf gali se aati halki street light.
Main palat rahi thi garmi se. Meri nighty upar chadhi hui thi, taangein khuli thi. Jiju ki taraf se dheere se awaaz aayi – “Riya… neend nahi aa rahi?”
Main chup rahi.
Phir unhone mera haath pakad liya. Unki ungliyan garam thi. “Tu itni sundar hai… kab se soch raha tha…”
Main kaanp uthi. “Jiju… yeh galat hai… didi…”
“Shhh… didi so rahi hai. Yeh hamara raaz rahega.”
Unhone mera haath apne shorts ke andar daal diya. Unka lund pehle se hi hard tha – mota, garam, topi pe thoda geela. Main hairan – itna bada? Didi kitni lucky thi.
Main haath nahi chhudaya. Dheere dheere hilane lagi. Unki saans tez ho gayi.
Phir unhone meri nighty upar ki. Panties ke upar se choot pe haath rakha. “Kitni geeli hai tu… Riya… teri choot toh mere liye tapak rahi hai.”
Main moan karne lagi – “Uffff… jiju… dheere…”
Unhone panty side kiya aur ek ungli andar daal di. Dheere dheere andar bahar. Meri saans ruk rahi thi. Chuche nighty ke andar hard ho gaye the.
Phir unhone mujhe apni taraf kheencha. Spooning position. Shorts neeche kiye aur lund meri gaand ke beech ragda. Phir dheere se choot pe set kiya aur andar ghusa diya.
Aaaahhhhh… maine muh pe haath rakha. Woh dheere dheere dhakke mar rahe the. Har dhakke ke saath unka garam saans meri gardan pe.
“Kitni tight hai teri choot… saali… ab teri yeh choot sirf mera lund maangegi…”
Main tadap rahi thi – “Aahhh… jiju… zor se… maar do mujhe…”
Woh ruk gaye nahi. Speed badhate gaye, lekin halke. Charpai thodi hil rahi thi. Didi ki taraf se koi harkat nahi.
Main pehla orgasm pa gayi – choot se pani tapakne laga. Unhone mera muh pakad kar kiss kiya.
Phir unhone mujhe ulta kiya – ab main unke upar. Cowgirl style. Main dheere bounce karne lagi. Chuche unke muh ke paas. Unhone nighty upar karke ek nipple muh mein le liya aur chusne lage.
“Aaaahhhh… jiju… nipple ko zor se chuso… kitna maza aa raha hai…”
Woh chuste rahe, neeche se dhakke marte rahe. “Le… mera lund… teri choot mein… poora andar…”
Main doosri baar jhad gayi.
Phir unhone mujhe doggy mein liya. Meri gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe haath rakhe hue dhakke.
“Kitni mast gaand hai teri… ek din yahan bhi daal dunga…”
Yeh soch kar meri choot aur geeli ho gayi.
Last mein unhone mujhe missionary mein litaya. Zor zor se dhakke. “Le… mera maal… andar hi daal raha hoon… teri choot mein creampie…”
Aur phir garam garam cum meri choot mein bhar diya. Kitna tha… bahar tapakne laga charpai pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Riya… yeh hamara shuruaat hai. Kal raat phir se…”
Main chup rahi. Dil mein guilt tha – yeh meri didi ka pati hai. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Subah sab normal. Didi ne notice kiya ki main thodi alag lag rahi hoon. “Riya, tu theek toh hai na?”
Main muskura di. “Haan di… bas garmi se.”
Din bhar jiju office gaye. Shaam ko wapas aaye toh unki nazar mujhpe hi thi. Dinner ke time table ke neeche unka pair meri taang pe ragad raha tha. Main kaanp rahi thi.
Raat ko phir terrace. Is baar unhone mujhe apni charpai pe bula liya. Andhera tha. Didi aur Aryan so gaye the.
Unhone meri nighty poori utar di. Main nangi let gayi unke saath. Unhone poora sharir kiss kiya – pairon se gardan tak. Meri clit ko tongue se tease kiya.
“Aaaahhhh… jiju… chaat lo… poori choot chaat lo… uffff…”
Unhone meri choot muh mein le li. Tongue andar daal kar chaat rahe the. Main tadap uthi – teesra orgasm usi waqt.
Phir unhone mujhe 69 mein daala. Main unka lund chus rahi thi – topi ko tongue se ghuma rahi thi, balls ko chaat rahi thi. Unhone meri gaand mein ungli daali – pehli baar. Woh feeling alag thi – dard aur maza.
Phir unhone mujhe doggy mein liya. Zor zor se. Gaand pe thappad marte hue – “Le… meri randi saali… le poora lund…”
Main zor se moan kar rahi thi – “Aaaahhhh… jiju… phaad do meri choot… maar daalo…”
Main char baar jhad gayi us raat.
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Meri gaand unki taraf. Bounce kar rahi thi. Unhone gaand ke ched pe ungli ragdi. “Soch raha hoon agle din yahan daalun…”
Main jhad gayi soch kar hi.
Aur phir creampie – andar hi poora maal.
Hum let gaye. Unhone kaha, “Riya… tu ab meri hai. Didi ko pata nahi chalega. Par tu meri choot ban gayi hai.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha, lekin addiction shuru ho chuki thi.
Agla din didi ko doctor ke paas le gaye. Main aur jiju ghar pe akela. Jaise hi darwaza band hua, unhone mujhe living room mein sofa pe jhuka diya.
Kurti upar, leggings neeche. Seedhe peeche se lund andar. Zor zor se dhakke. Sofa hil raha tha.
“Aaaahhhh… jiju… yahan… koi aa jayega…”
“Risk hi toh maza hai… le meri saali ki choot…”
Main do baar jhad gayi. Phir unhone mujhe bedroom mein le gaye – didi ke bed pe.
Wahan unhone mujhe nanga kiya. Poora sharir oil se malish ki – woh tel jo gym ke baad use karte the. Unhone meri gaand pe bhi oil lagaya aur ungli daali.
“Riya… aaj teri gaand bhi meri karunga…”
Main darr gayi, lekin excited bhi. Unhone dheere se lund ki topi gaand pe rakhi aur andar dhakela. Dard bahut tha pehle. Phir dheere dheere maza aane laga.
“Aahhh… jiju… gaand mein… kitna mota hai… phaad doge…”
Woh dhakke marte rahe. Gaand mein poora lund. Main jhad gayi anal se pehli baar.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Creampie.
Hum dono pasine se tar. Unhone mujhe hug kiya. “Ab tu meri poori tarah se. Har raat, har jagah… tujhe chodunga.”
Main chup rahi. Yeh galat tha. Bahut galat. Par meri choot ab sirf unke liye tadapti thi.
Summer vacations abhi 3 hafte baaki the. Har din naya adventure – kitchen mein, bathroom mein, car mein jab didi so rahi hoti thi. Har baar creampie. Har baar risk. Har baat mein woh thrill.
Ek din didi ne notice kiya ki meri nighty pe kuch white stain hai. Poocha, “Yeh kya hai Riya?”
Main ghabra gayi. Jiju ne turant bola, “Shayad doodh gir gaya hoga Aryan ka.”
Didi maan gayi. Par aankhon mein shak tha.
Ab har raat main sochti hoon – agar didi ko pata chal gaya toh? Ya main pregnant ho gayi toh? Kyunki jiju har baar andar hi daalte hain.
Par ruk nahi pa rahi. Unka lund, unka touch, unka pyar – sab meri zindagi ban gaya hai.
Yeh rishta ab rukne wala nahi. Chahe jo ho jaye.
(Abhi toh shuruaat hai… agle part mein didi ka shak badhega, risk aur gehra hoga, aur jiju-saali ka pyaar aur wild ho jayega. Pregnancy scare, secret hotel meet, aur naye positions ke saath.)
Emotional depth: Har baar jab jiju mujhe chhute hain, dil mein do ladaiyan hoti hain. Ek taraf didi ke liye pyaar aur guilt – woh meri badi behen hai, mujhe apna ghar diya hai. Dusri taraf yeh bechaini jo jiju ke haathon se shuru hoti hai aur poore sharir mein fail jati hai. Unka har kiss mere andar ki aurat ko jagata hai jo pehle kabhi itni zinda nahi hui thi. Jab woh gaand mein daalte hain, woh dard-maza ka combination… kabhi bhul nahi sakti.
Smells – unka gym wala Axe perfume mix sweat ke saath, meri choot ka aroma jab woh chaatte hain, unka cum ka taste jab main unka lund chusti hoon – yeh sab ek nasha ban gaya hai.
Cultural elements: Delhi ka yeh posh mohalla, galiyon mein late night kutton ki bhaunk, terrace pe hawa ka jhonka jab hum chupke se karte hain, didi ke pregnant hone ki khushi jo ab guilt mein badal rahi hai. Padosi aunty bolti hain ki main bahut khush dikhti hoon. Mummy-papa bhi kehte hain ki main yahan comfortable lag rahi hoon.
Multiple orgasms – pehla oral se jab woh clit ko tongue se tease karte, dusra fingering se, teesra lund se jab deep strokes, chautha anal se jab woh dheere dheere andar bahar. Har orgasm ke baad main unke upar gir padti hoon, woh mujhe pyar se chumte hain aur kehte hain “meri pyari saali… meri aurat”.
Aur yeh addiction badhta ja raha hai. Har subah main unke liye wait karti hoon. Unka message aata hai – “Aaj raat terrace pe… wait karungi na?” Aur main haan keh deti hoon.
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hogi. Kyunki yeh sirf shuruaat hai ek dangerous, lekin beinteha mazedaar rishte ki. Do hafte beet chuke the us pehli raat ke baad jab jiju ne mujhe terrace pe pehli baar apna banaya tha. Har subah main uth kar mirror mein khud ko dekhti thi – gardan pe chhote chhote laal nishaan jo unke passionate kisses se bane the, chuche pe ungliyon ke halke dabav ke marks, aur choot mein woh halki si jalan jo roz raat ke wild sessions ki yaad dilati thi. Main sharm se laal ho jati, lekin sath hi sath ek ajeeb si khushi bhi mehsoos hoti thi. Yeh feeling galat thi – meri didi pregnant thi, ghar mein sab log the – par yeh thrill itna strong tha ki main ruk nahi pa rahi thi.
Didi ab 8th month mein thi. Unko zyada rest ki zarurat thi, doctor ne strict bed rest bola tha. Woh din bhar bedroom mein leti rehti thi, Aryan ko bhi nanny sambhalti thi. Jiju ka office ab mostly work-from-home tha – company ne policy change kar di thi. Matlab ghar pe hi rehte the, aur jab didi so jati thi ya doctor ke paas jati thi, tab hum dono ke liye mauka khul jata tha.
Ek dopahar didi ko doctor ke paas check-up ke liye le gaye the jiju ke mummy-papa. Ghar mein sirf main, jiju aur Aryan tha jo afternoon nap le raha tha nursery mein. Jaise hi car nikal gayi, jiju hall se kitchen mein aaye jahan main lunch ke liye roti bana rahi thi. Unhone peeche se mujhe pakad liya – dono haath meri kamar pe, unka hard lund meri gaand pe feel ho raha tha blue track pants ke upar se.
“Riya… do hafte se poora maza nahi liya… aaj din mein hi le leta hoon,” unhone kaan mein garam saans daalte hue kaha.
Main kaanp uthi. “Jiju… mummy-papa kabhi bhi aa sakte hain… aur Aryan…”
“Woh 2 ghante soega. Aur mummy-papa ko 3-4 ghante lagenge. Abhi time hai meri pyari saali.”
Unhone meri kurti upar ki aur bra ke hooks khol diye. Mere chuche bahar aa gaye – nipples already hard the. Unhone ek haath se chuche masalne shuru kiye, dusre haath se leggings ke andar haath daal diya. Panties ke upar se choot pe ungli ragdi.
“Uffff… kitni geeli ho gayi hai tu… bas soch kar hi pani nikal aaya,” unhone kaha aur panty side karke do ungliyan andar daal di.
Main counter pe jhuk gayi, haath se roti ka aata pakde hue. “Aahhh… jiju… dheere… koi sun lega…”
Unhone meri leggings aur panty neeche ki aur peeche se seedha lund meri choot pe set kar diya. Ek jhatke mein andar. Aaaahhhhh… maine muh pe haath rakha taaki cheekh na nikal jaye. Woh zor zor se dhakke marne lage – kitchen counter hil raha tha, gas stove ki flame jal rahi thi, roti ka aata meri ungliyon pe chipak raha tha.
“Le… meri randi saali… din mein bhi teri choot mein lund daal raha hoon… kitni tight hai tu ab bhi,” woh moan kar rahe the.
Main tadap rahi thi – “Zor se… jiju… phaad do meri choot… aahhh… kitna bada hai aapka lund…”
Unhone meri gaand pe zor ka thappad maara. Chap! Awaz kitchen mein goonj gayi. Main jhadne lagi – pehla orgasm itni jaldi aaya ki choot se pani tapakne laga floor pe.
Phir unhone mujhe ghumaya, counter pe baitha diya. Legs faila kar missionary style mein kitchen counter pe hi. Lund andar bahar tez tez. Mere chuche bounce kar rahe the. Unhone nipple ko muh mein le liya aur zor se chusa.
“Aaaahhhh… nipple ko daant se pakdo… chuso zor se… uffff…”
Woh chuste rahe, neeche se dhakke marte rahe. Main doosri baar jhad gayi. Choot ke andar se pani fountain sa nikla.
Last mein unhone speed badhayi. “Le… mera maal… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie teri choot mein din ke time…”
Aur phir garam garam cum meri choot ke andar bhar diya. Bahut zyada tha – bahar tapakne laga counter pe, meri taango pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone mujhe hug kiya aur kiss kiya. “Ab tu meri ho gayi hai poori tarah, Riya. Din raat, ghar bahar… har jagah tujhe chodunga.”
Main sharma gayi. Jaldi se kapde theek kiye, floor saaf kiya. Jaise hi mummy-papa wapas aaye, sab normal tha. Par unki nazar mujhpe thi – jaise sab jaante ho.
Raat ko phir terrace pe. Didi ne bola ki garmi bahut hai, woh aur Aryan kamre mein hi cooler ke saamne so jayenge. Jiju ke mummy-papa bhi alag taraf. Hum dono ke beech mein charpaiyan – perfect setup.
Andhera hone ke baad jiju ne mujhe apni charpai pe kheencha. Meri nighty poori utar di. Main nangi unke saath let gayi. Unhone poora sharir kiss kiya – pairon se shuru kar ke gardan tak. Meri clit ko tongue se tease kiya – dheere dheere circle banate hue.
“Aaaahhhh… jiju… chaat lo poori choot… andar tongue daalo… uffff…”
Unhone meri choot muh mein le li. Tongue andar bahar kar rahe the, clit ko chuste hue. Main tadap uthi – teesra orgasm usi waqt aaya. Choot se pani unke muh mein tapak raha tha.
Phir unhone mujhe 69 position mein daala. Main unka lund chus rahi thi – topi ko tongue se ghuma rahi thi, balls ko muh mein le kar chus rahi thi. Unhone meri gaand mein ungli daali – ab regular ho gaya tha yeh. Dheere dheere andar bahar. Main moan kar rahi thi unke lund ke muh mein hi.
“Aahhh… gaand mein bhi… kitna acha lag raha hai…”
Phir unhone mujhe doggy mein liya. Peeche se lund choot mein daala. Gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke.
“Le… teri gaand kitni mast hai… ek din poora lund yahan daal dunga…”
Main excited ho gayi. “Jiju… jab marzi… meri gaand aapki hai…”
Unhone speed badhayi. Charpai hil rahi thi halke halke. Main char baar jhad gayi us raat – har position mein ek ek.
Last mein unhone mujhe reverse cowgirl mein baithaya. Meri gaand unki taraf. Main bounce kar rahi thi, gaand ko faila kar unhe dikha rahi thi. Unhone gaand ke ched pe ungli daali aur dheere se andar bahar.
“Riya… aaj gaand mein try karte hain… dheere se…”
Main thodi darr gayi, lekin haan keh di. Unhone oil lagaaya – woh bottle jo unhone pehle se rakhi thi. Lund ki topi gaand pe rakhi aur dheere dheere andar dhakela.
Dard bahut tha pehle. Main cheekh rahi thi muh dabakar. “Aahhh… jiju… dheere… phaad rahe ho…”
Unhone ruk kar kiss kiya gardan pe. “Relax kar… mera pyar hai yeh… dheere dheere maza aayega.”
Dheere dheere andar poora ghus gaya. Phir dheere bahar. Dard dheere dheere maza mein badal gaya. Main khud peeche dhakelne lagi.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota hai… chod do meri gaand… zor se…”
Woh dhakke marne lage. Gaand mein poora lund. Main pehli baar anal orgasm pa gayi – alag hi feeling thi, poora sharir kaanp utha.
Phir wapas choot mein. Zor se choda. Creampie – andar hi poora maal.
Hum let gaye. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Ab tu meri poori property hai. Choot ho ya gaand – sab mera.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt ab bhi tha – didi ke pet mein baccha tha, aur main unke pati ke saath yeh sab kar rahi thi. Par maza itna ki guilt chhota pad jata tha.
Agla din didi ne notice kiya ki meri chal mein thodi dikkat hai – gaand mein halki si jalan thi. Poocha, “Riya, tu theek toh hai? Aise kyun chal rahi hai?”
Main ghabra gayi. “Haan di… bas kal terrace pe leti thi, peeth mein dard ho gaya.”
Jiju ne turant support kiya. “Haan mummy, main bhi notice kiya. Massage kar doonga aaj raat.”
Didi ne muskura kar haan kaha. Par unki aankhon mein kuch shak tha.
Us raat didi ne bola ki woh thak gayi hai, jaldi so jayegi. Jiju ne mujhe bedroom mein bula liya – didi ke room mein hi, jab didi gehri neend mein thi.
Woh door lock karke mujhe bed pe litaya. Dheere se nighty upar ki. Meri choot pe kiss kiya. “Aaj dheere dheere… didi paas hi so rahi hai.”
Unhone meri choot chaatni shuru ki. Tongue se clit ko tease. Main pillow mein muh daba rahi thi. Orgasm dheere se aaya – halka halka.
Phir unhone missionary mein andar daala. Dheere dheere dhakke. Har dhakke ke saath woh mera pet chhute ja rahe the, chuche dabate ja rahe the.
“Aahhh… jiju… didi ke bed pe… aap mujhe chod rahe ho… kitna galat hai yeh… par kitna maza…”
Woh andar jhad gaye – creampie phir se.
Subah didi uthi toh bed pe kuch white stain tha. Unhone poocha, “Yeh kya hai?”
Jiju ne bola, “Shayad Aryan ka doodh gir gaya hoga raat ko.”
Didi chup rahi. Par ab shak badh gaya tha.
Din bhar main tension mein thi. Jiju ne mujhe message kiya – “Aaj shaam ko car mein… drive pe chalte hain.”
Shaam ko unhone bola ki market ja rahe hain kuch saman lene. Main bhi saath gayi. Car mein highway pe jaate hue unhone meri taang pe haath rakha. Phir parking mein ek dark corner mein car roki.
“Riya… yahan car mein tujhe chodna hai aaj.”
Unhone seat peeche ki, mujhe upar baithaya. Panties side ki aur lund andar daal diya. Car hil rahi thi. Main bounce kar rahi thi cowgirl style mein car seat pe.
“Aaaahhhh… jiju… car mein… koi dekh lega…”
“Risk hi maza hai… le mera lund… teri choot mein…”
Main do baar jhad gayi. Phir unhone mujhe peeche seat pe litaya aur doggy mein choda. Gaand pe thappad marte hue.
Creampie car mein hi.
Ghar wapas aate waqt meri choot se unka cum tapak raha tha panty mein. Main sharma rahi thi.
Ab har din naya adventure – kitchen, bathroom, car, terrace, didi ke bed pe bhi. Har baar creampie. Har baar risk. Har baat mein woh thrill.
Ek raat didi ne mujhe pakad liya kitchen mein. “Riya… tu aur Rohan… kuch toh baat hai. Mujhe sab pata chal raha hai.”
Main ro padi. “Di… sorry… main…”
Didi ne haath se roka. “Main pregnant hoon. Thak gayi hoon. Rohan ko bhi zarurat hai. Agar tu khush hai toh… main kuch nahi bolungi. Bas secret rahe.”
Main hairan reh gayi. Didi jaanti thi? Aur accept kar rahi thi?
Us raat se sab khula ho gaya. Didi ne bola, “Jab main so jati hoon, tum dono enjoy kar sakte ho. Bas bacche ki khushi ke liye.”
Jiju ne mujhe gale lagaya. “Ab tu meri aur didi dono ki hai.”
Aur phir wohi wild nights shuru – kabhi didi ke saamne tease, kabhi akela. Pregnancy ke baad didi ne bola ki woh bhi join karengi jab thik ho jayengi.
Ab main sochti hoon – yeh rishta kitna alag hai. Didi jaanti hai, accept karti hai. Jiju ka pyaar, didi ka understanding, aur meri jawani – sab ek saath.
Par ek baat ab bhi darati hai – main pregnant ho gayi toh? Kyunki jiju har baar andar hi daalte hain. Aur ab didi bhi chahti hai ki main unka baccha janam doon – family mein.
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui.