Mera naam Kartik hai. Umar 23 saal. Main Lucknow mein job karta hoon, software company mein junior developer. Par har saal garmi aur shaadiyon ke season mein native village – Uttar Pradesh ke ek chhote se kasbe Etah ke paas – wapas aa jata hoon. Wahan hamari purani haveli hai, jahan poora khandaan milta hai. Is baar meri mausi – meri maa ki chhoti behen, Sunita mausi – ki shaadi thi. Mausi ki umar 34 saal thi. Bahut late shaadi hui thi kyunki pehle rishte toote the, phir family ke pressure mein yeh shaadi fix hui thi ek 42 saal ke widower se, jo bahut paisewala tha lekin sharab ka bada shauqeen tha.
Mausi bahut khoobsurat thi – gora rang, patla lekin bhara hua sharir, lambe kaale baal jo woh hamesha khule chhodti thi, aur woh aankhen jo hamesha thodi si udaasi se bhari rehti thi. Shaadi ke functions mein main unhe dekhta rehta tha. Woh red heavy lehenga choli mein bahut sundar lag rahi thi. Jab woh jhukti thi toh pallu sark jata tha aur deep cleavage dikhta tha. Jab woh chalti thi toh gaand ki movement saree ke neeche se saaf mehsoos hoti thi. Main andar se tadap raha tha – yeh meri mausi thi, maa ki chhoti behen, bachpan se mujhe god mein khelati thi, ab main unke sharir ko dekh kar pagal ho raha tha.
Shaadi ki raat.
Haveli ka sabse bada kamra – bridal chamber – phoolon se saja hua tha. Mehndi ki khushboo, ittar ki mehak, chamakdar chandni, aur charon taraf deep red curtains. Mausi ko dulhan ka poora joda pehnaya gaya tha – heavy lehenga, choli, dupatta, bahut saara jewellery, aur sir pe sehra. Woh bed ke paas baithi thi, aankhen neeche, sharm se laal.
Dulha – mausi ka pati, Ramakant – bahut sharab pi kar aaya tha. Log usko sahara de kar kamre mein le aaye. Woh hilta hua andar aaya, bed pe baith gaya, aur 2 minute mein hi zor se kharrate lene laga. So gaya poora.
Mausi hairan thi. Aankhen badi kar ke mujhe dekha – main kamre ke bahar corridor mein khada tha, chhup kar sab dekh raha tha. Woh dheere se uthi, dupatta theek kiya, aur darwaza khol kar bahar aayi.
“Kartik beta… yeh kya ho gaya… woh toh so gaya…”
Main andar chala gaya. Darwaza band kar diya. Ramakant zor se so raha tha – bilkul unconscious.
Main mausi ke paas gaya. Unhone mujhe dekha – aankhon mein dar aur sharam aur ek ajeeb si bechaini.
“Beta… ab kya karun… suhagrat hi barbaad ho gayi…”
Main unka haath pakad liya. “Mausi… main hoon na… main sab theek kar dunga.”
Unki aankhen badi ho gayi. “Kartik… tu… tu mera bhanja hai…”
Main dheere se unke paas aaya. Unka dupatta neeche gira diya. Lehenga ka pallu hataya. Deep neck choli mein chuche ubhar rahe the. Main unki kamar pakad kar apne se chipkaya.
“Mausi… main 18 saal se aapko dekhta aa raha hoon… aapki jawani ko… aapki tanhai ko… aaj main aapko woh maza dunga jo aap deserve karti ho…”
Unhone mujhe rokne ki koshish ki – “Beta… yeh gunah hai… Bhagwan maaf nahi karega…”
Main unke honthon pe apne honth rakhe. Pehla kiss – dheere, pyar se. Mausi kaanp uthi. Phir woh khud respond karne lagi. Kiss gehra ho gaya. Meri jeebh unki jeebh se mili. Unhone mera collar pakad kar mujhe aur kheencha.
Main unhe bed ke paas le gaya. Ramakant soya hua tha – bilkul paas. Risk itna ki dil nikalne wala tha. Par maza double.
Main unka lehenga upar kiya. Petticoat utara. Panties ke upar se choot pe haath rakha – geeli thi. Panties neeche ki. Choot shaved thi – pink, geeli, chamak rahi thi.
Main neeche baith gaya. Choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit tease. Mausi kamar utha rahi thi – “Aaaahhhh… Kartik… beta… chaat le mausi ki choot… andar tongue daal… uffff…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne laga. Mausi ka ras muh mein aa raha tha – garam, thoda tangy, addictive. Clit ko chuste hue do ungli andar. Zor se andar bahar.
“Mausi… kitni tight hai teri choot… virgin hai na abhi tak?”
“Haan beta… Ramakant ne toh chhua bhi nahi… sirf tere liye bachi thi… aahhh… zor se… mausi ki choot phaad de…”
Mausi ne pehla orgasm pa liya – choot se pani tapakne laga bed sheet pe.
Phir unhone meri pant kholi. Lund bahar nikaala. Hard, mota, topi pe precum.
“Kitna bada hai tera lund… beta… kitna lamba… mausi ki choot phaad dega yeh…”
Unhone lund muh mein liya. Pehli baar kisi ka lund muh mein liya tha. Garam muh, tongue topi pe ghuma rahi thi. Deep throat try kiya – thoda cough kiya, phir seekh gayi.
Main tadap utha – “Mausi… chus lo poora… uffff… kitna acha muh hai tera…”
Phir maine mausi ko litaya. Missionary. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Ek tez jhatka – poora andar.
Aaaahhhhhhhhhh! Mausi cheekh padi – muh pe haath rakha taaki awaaz na nikle. Khoon nikla thoda – virginity ka saboot. Dard mein aankhen bhar aayi.
“Beta… dard ho raha hai… par rukna mat… poora andar kar…”
Main ruk gaya. Phir dheere dheere dhakke. Dard dheere dheere maza mein badal gaya.
“Zor se… beta… phaad de mausi ki choot… maar daal… aahhh… mausi teri hai ab…”
Main dhakke marne laga – zor zor se. Palang hil raha tha. Mausi ke chuche upar neeche. Nipple ko dabate hue dhakke.
Phir doggy. Mausi ki gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – chap chap chap.
“Le… meri randi mausi… le poora lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se chod… kitna mota hai tera lund… beta…”
Main teen baar mausi ko jhadwaya. Har baar choot se pani tapak raha tha bed pe.
Phir cowgirl. Mausi upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche hil rahe the. Main neeche se dhakke.
“Kitna bada hai… mausi ki choot mein fit ho raha hai poora… le… le mera lund…”
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Gaand meri taraf. Bounce. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha.
“Mausi… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal…”
Aur phir garam garam cum mausi ki choot mein bhar diya. Bahut zyada tha – bahar tapakne laga mausi ki taango pe, bed sheet pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Mausi ne mujhe gale lagaya. “Beta… tu mera pehla mard hai… aur aakhri bhi rahega… yeh hamara raaz rahega.”
Main mausi ke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha – yeh meri mausi thi, maa ki behen. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Subah Ramakant utha. Mausi ko dekha. “Kal raat maza aaya?”
Mausi ne muskura di. “Haan ji… bahut.”
Par andar se soch rahi thi – asli maza toh bhanje ne diya tha.
Din bhar shaadi ke baaki rasmein. Par jab bhi akela milta, mausi mujhe chhupa kar kiss karti, haath meri pant mein daal deti.
Shaadi ke 3 din baad Ramakant ko business trip pe jana pada – 20 din ka. Ghar mein sirf main, mausi, aur kuch aur rishtedaar.
Tab hum openly enjoy karne lage. Din mein bhi.
Kitchen mein counter pe. Mausi ne saree upar ki. Main peeche se lund andar. Zor se dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… Kartik… kitchen mein… koi aa jayega…”
“Risk hi maza hai… le mera lund… teri choot mein…”
Main do baar jhad gaya. Phir unhone mujhe bedroom mein le gayi – Ramakant ke bed pe.
Wahan unhone mujhe nanga kiya. Poora sharir oil se malish ki. Gaand mein bhi oil lagaya.
“Aaj teri gaand bhi meri karungi.”
Dheere se lund gaand mein. Dard mein mausi ro padi. “Aahhh… beta… dheere… phaad rahe ho…”
Phir dheere bahar. Phir andar. Speed badhate gaye. Maza aane laga.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota… chod do mausi ki gaand… Kartik… maar daal…”
Main zor se dhakke. Gaand mein poora lund. Mausi ne anal orgasm pa liya.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Creampie.
20 din bhar aisa hi. Har jagah – balcony pe raat ko, bathroom mein shower ke neeche, drawing room mein sofa pe.
Har baar creampie. Har baar risk.
Ek din maa (nani) ne notice kiya ki mausi thaki hui lag rahi hai. Poocha – “Sunita… tu theek toh hai?”
Mausi sharma gayi. “Haan mummyji… bas garmi se.”
Main side mein tha, andar se hans raha tha.
Ramakant wapas aaya. Raat ko woh mausi ko choda – jaldi jaldi. 3 minute mein khatam.
Mausi soch rahi thi – jethji ke bina ab kuch bhi maza nahi.
Par jethji raat ko aaye. Ramakant soya hua tha. Unhone mausi ko uthaya. Kamre ke bahar corridor mein le gaye.
Wahan unhone mausi ko deewar se sataya. Peeche se lund andar. Zor se dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… jethji… yahan… Ramakant paas hai…”
“Chup… bilkul awaaz mat kar… le mera lund… tera asli pati tujhe chod raha hai…”
Mausi muh pe haath rakhe hue thi. Jhad gayi – teen baar. Jethji ne andar hi cum kiya.
Uske baad har raat woh aate rahe. Ramakant ke saamne so kar, par raat ko mausi ko chodne aate.
Ek din mausi ko period miss hue. Test positive.
Mausi ne mujhe bataya.
Main khushi se pagal ho gaya. “Mausi… tera baccha… hamara baccha.”
Mausi ro padi. “Beta… ab kya hoga? Ramakant ko kaise bataungi?”
Main ne kaha – “Tu fikar mat kar. Main sab sambhal lunga. Yeh hamara raaz rahega… aur yeh baccha hamara pyaar ka saboot hoga.”
Us raat maine mausi ko dheere se choda – pet pe haath rakhte hue.
“Aaaahhhh… Kartik… bacche ke saath bhi… kitna acha… tera lund andar… pet tak…”
Creampie – dheere se.
Ab pregnancy shuru ho gayi hai. Chuche bade, pet ubhar raha hai. Jethji roz massage dete hain, chuche chuste hain, choot chaatte hain.
Ramakant khush hai – sochta hai uska baccha hai.
Par andar se yeh hamara secret hai.
Har raat jethji aate hain. Dheere se chodte hain. Pet pe haath rakhte hain.
“Le… mera maal… bacche ko bhi pyaar de raha hoon…”
Main tadapti hoon – “Jethji… aapke bina ab kuch nahi… aap mera asli pati ho…”
Yeh rishta ab rukne wala nahi.
Family ko “miracle” lagega. Par hum jaante hain – yeh suhagrat ka sach hai.
Jethji ne meri suhagrat chheen li thi. Aur ab meri zindagi bhi. Pregnancy test ke positive aane ke agle subah haveli mein khushi ka toofan aa gaya tha. Main bathroom mein khadi thi, mirror ke saamne, apne pet ko dheere se sehla rahi thi. Abhi bahar se kuch dikhayi nahi de raha tha, lekin andar se ek garam, halki si throbbing feel ho rahi thi – jaise koi chhota sa dil meri choot ke bilkul andar se dhadak raha ho. Yeh dil… mera jethji ka khoon. Vikram ka nahi. Yeh sach sirf main aur Karan jethji jaante the.
Maine saree ka pallu thoda adjust kiya. Aaj pehli baar pet pe haath rakhte hue laga ki yeh sirf sharir ka hissa nahi raha – yeh ab mera aur jethji ka ek zinda saboot ban chuka tha. Nipple ab thode dark aur sensitive ho gaye the. Blouse ke andar se ubhar rahe the. Jab main unhe halka sa chhua, toh current sa dauda – pregnancy hormones ne sab kuch aur intense kar diya tha.
Main bahar nikli. Hall mein sab log jama the. Saas (Vikram ki maa) ne mujhe dekhte hi gale lagaya. “Anjali beti… yeh khushi… Bhagwan ne hum par bahut meherbani ki hai. 9 din mein hi… miracle hai yeh.”
Vikram office se jaldi aa gaya tha. Usne mujhe utha kar god mein liya aur ghumaya. “Anjali… mera beta… hamara beta!”
Main muskura di, lekin andar se soch rahi thi – “tumhara nahi… tumhara bhai ka hai.” Jethji hall ke kone mein khade the. Unhone mujhe dekha. Aankhon mein wohi possessive chamak thi jo suhagrat ki raat thi. Woh dheere se muskura diye – sirf main samajh sakti thi woh smile ka matlab.
Shaam ko puja hui. Sab ne mujhe ashirwad diya. Dadi ne pet pe haath rakha – “Beta… yeh ladka hoga… khandaan ka naam roshan karega.” Main andar se hansti rahi. Haan ladka hoga… lekin jethji ka khoon. Jethji ne mujhe chhupa kar dekha – unki nazar pet pe thi, jaise woh keh rahe hon “yeh mera hai.”
Raat ko sab log so gaye. Vikram thak kar jaldi so gaya – pregnancy ki khushi mein woh mujhe gale lagakar soya, pet pe haath rakha. Main uske saath leti rahi, par dil kahin aur tha.
1 baje ke aas-paas darwaza dheere se khula. Karan jethji andar aaye. Andhera tha – sirf chandni ki halki roshni. Vikram gehri neend mein tha. Jethji ne mujhe ishara kiya. Main dheere se uthi. Vikram ka haath hataya. Blanket theek kiya taaki woh jaag na jaye.
Jethji ne mujhe apne kamre mein le gaye – jo hall ke bilkul paas tha. Darwaza band kiya. Chain lagayi.
Jaise hi darwaza band hua, unhone mujhe deewar se sataya. Saree ka pallu neeche gira diya. Blouse ke hooks khole. Chuche bahar. Nipple ko muh mein le kar chuse – dheere, pyar se.
“Aaaahhhh… jethji… ab bahut sensitive hain… dheere…”
Unhone nipple ko tongue se ghumaya. Thoda colostrum nikla. Woh peete rahe – “Yeh hamare bacche ka hai… par pehle mera swaad le… meri bahu.”
Main tadap uthi. Unhone saree poori utar di. Main nangi khadi thi. Pet thoda ubhra hua tha. Unhone pet pe kiss kiya – dheere dheere, circle mein.
“Beta… yeh mera beta hai… tera jeth ka khoon… main roz isko mehsoos karunga… tujhe chod kar.”
Unhone mujhe palang pe litaya. Legs faila kar. Choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit ko halka sa touch. Pregnancy ke karan choot aur sensitive thi – sirf halka sa touch se pani nikal aaya.
“Aaaahhhh… jethji… chaat lo… dheere se… chachi ki choot ab bahut zyada tadap rahi hai…”
Unhone tongue andar daal di. Dheere dheere chaatne lage. Clit ko circle mein ghumaya. Main kamar utha rahi thi – “Beta… andar… tongue andar… uffff… kitna acha…”
Unhone do ungli andar daali. G-spot pe pressure. Main pehla orgasm pa gayi – dheere se, choot se garam pani tapka unke muh pe. Unhone sab pee liya.
Phir unhone apni pant utari. Lund bahar – mota, sakht, topi pe precum chamak raha tha.
“Le… mera lund… abhi bhi tere liye taiyar hai… pregnancy mein bhi tujhe chodunga.”
Unhone mujhe spooning mein litaya. Peeche se. Haath pet pe rakha. Lund dheere se choot pe rakha. Andar ghusa.
“Aaaahhhh… jethji… dheere… bacche ko bhi mehsoos ho raha hai tera lund…”
Unhone dheere dheere dhakke marne shuru kiye – andar bahar, andar bahar. Haath pet pe sehlate rahe. Baccha kick kar raha tha – jaise woh bhi mehsoos kar raha ho.
“Beta… dekh… hamara beta kick kar raha hai… tera jeth ka lund mehsoos kar raha hai… ab yeh roz hoga… tujhe hamesha pregnant rakhunga.”
Main tadap rahi thi – “Jethji… andar hi… mera maal daalo… bacche ko bhi pyaar de rahe ho…”
Unhone vibrator low speed pe clit pe lagaya. Double sensation. Main dheere se jhad gayi – choot tight ho gayi, pani tapka. Jethji ne bhi andar hi cum kiya – garam maal pet tak pahunch raha tha jaise.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Jethji ne mujhe gale lagaya. Pet pe haath rakha.
“Anjali… ab tu meri biwi hai… poori tarah se. Vikram sirf naam ka pati hai… yeh baccha mera hai… aur agla bhi mera hoga.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. “Jethji… main aapki hoon… hamesha… aapke bina ab kuch nahi.”
Uske baad har din nayi intensity shuru ho gayi.
Subah jab Vikram office chala jata, jethji mujhe kitchen mein pakad lete. Saree upar kar ke counter pe baitha dete. Legs faila kar lund andar. Dheere dhakke – pet pe haath rakhte hue.
“Aaaahhhh… jethji… subah subah… maa aa jayegi…”
“Chup… bilkul awaaz mat kar… tera pet mera hai… isko roz mehsoos karaunga.”
Main do baar jhad gayi. Jethji ne andar hi cum kiya.
Din mein jab saas puja karti thi, jethji mujhe puja ghar ke peeche le jate. Saree upar. Choot chaatte. Vibrator use karte. Main muh pe haath rakhe hue tadapti – “Jethji… yahan… Bhagwan dekh raha hai…”
“Bhagwan ne hi yeh rishta banaya hai… le mera lund…”
Afternoon mein jab sab so rahe hote, jethji mujhe apne kamre mein le jate. Poora time. Multiple rounds. Kabhi doggy, kabhi cowgirl, kabhi gaand mein.
Gaand mein ab regular ho gaya. Oil lagakar. Dheere se. Main tadapti – “Jethji… gaand mein… kitna acha… bacche ke saath bhi…”
Unhone speed badhayi. Anal orgasm – alag level ka sukoon. Phir choot mein wapas. Creampie.
Doctor visits mein jethji bhi aate – officially “bhabhi ko dekhne”. Waiting room mein chhupa kar haath pakadte. Panties ke andar ungli daalte. Main tadapti – orgasm chhoti si.
Ultrasound mein ladka dikha. Vikram khush. Jethji ne mujhe dekha – aankhon mein garv.
“Beta… hamara ladka… tera jeth ka khoon.”
Car mein aate hue jethji ne peeche seat pe mujhe litaya. Saree upar. Lund andar. Dheere dhakke. Vikram drive kar raha tha – risk itna ki dil nikalne wala tha.
Ghar pahunch kar raat ko jethji ne mujhe apne kamre mein le gaye. Vibrating strap-on pehna. Mujhe chod diya – vibrator on. Main 7 baar jhad gayi.
Phir real lund. Zor se. Creampie.
Pregnancy ke 8th mahine mein pet bahut bada. Chalna mushkil. Jethji roz massage dete. Oil se. Chuche chuste. Doodh peete.
“Beta… yeh hamare bacche ka… par pehle mera swaad.”
Main moan karti – “Jethji… pi lo… mera doodh aapka hai.”
Delivery ke time jethji hospital mein the. Vikram bhi. Maa ne normal delivery ki. Ladka paida hua – 3.5 kg, healthy.
Chachi ne bacche ko god mein liya. Mujhe dekha – aankhen nam.
“Beta… yeh tera hai… hamara hai.”
Main ro pada. Bacche ke maathe pe kiss kiya. Jethji side mein khade the. Unhone dheere se haath pakda.
Hospital se discharge hone ke baad ghar mein nayi zindagi. Baccha raat ko rota. Main uth kar usko sambhalta. Chachi doodh pilati. Jethji dekhte rahte.
Raat ko bacche ke sone ke baad jethji aate. Dheere se sex. Spooning mein. Haath bacche ke maathe pe.
“Beta… dheere… baccha jaag jayega… par chodna mat…”
Dono dheere jhadte – andar hi creampie.
Ab har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ko kiss karta. “Chachi… tu meri zindagi hai.”
Chachi muskura deti. “Aur tu meri… mera beta, mera pati, mera sab kuch.”
Family aati hai – dadi bacche ko dekhti hai. “Kitna sundar hai… bilkul Vikram jaisa.” Main andar se hansta hoon – haan, bilkul jethji jaisa… par mera khoon.
Log bolte hain “miracle”. Par hum jaante hain – yeh miracle jethji ka lund ka, mera pyaar ka, chachi ki choot mein bhar diye gaye maal ka hai.
Ab har raat bacche ke sone ke baad hum ek doosre ke paas. Dheere se kiss, dheere se touch, dheere se sex. Chachi kehte – “Beta… ab hum poora parivaar hain… tu mera beta bhi, mera pati bhi, mera sab kuch.”
Main unhe gale lagata. “Chachi… tu meri chachi bhi, meri aurat bhi… hamesha.”
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh ek nayi family hai, ek gehra pyaar hai, ek secret jo sirf hum dono jaante hain.
Baccha bada hoga. Main usko padhaunga, khelunga. Chachi usko pyaar degi. Aur raat ko jab woh so jayega, hum phir se ek doosre ke ho jayenge – chachi-bhanja ka rishta, pati-patni ka pyaar, maa-baap ka pyar, sab kuch.
Har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ke pet pe nahi – ab bacche ke maathe pe kiss karta hoon. Chachi muskura deti hai. “Beta… hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui. Baccha bada hoga, school jayega, college jayega. Par yeh pyaar hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha.
Mausi bahut khoobsurat thi – gora rang, patla lekin bhara hua sharir, lambe kaale baal jo woh hamesha khule chhodti thi, aur woh aankhen jo hamesha thodi si udaasi se bhari rehti thi. Shaadi ke functions mein main unhe dekhta rehta tha. Woh red heavy lehenga choli mein bahut sundar lag rahi thi. Jab woh jhukti thi toh pallu sark jata tha aur deep cleavage dikhta tha. Jab woh chalti thi toh gaand ki movement saree ke neeche se saaf mehsoos hoti thi. Main andar se tadap raha tha – yeh meri mausi thi, maa ki chhoti behen, bachpan se mujhe god mein khelati thi, ab main unke sharir ko dekh kar pagal ho raha tha.
Shaadi ki raat.
Haveli ka sabse bada kamra – bridal chamber – phoolon se saja hua tha. Mehndi ki khushboo, ittar ki mehak, chamakdar chandni, aur charon taraf deep red curtains. Mausi ko dulhan ka poora joda pehnaya gaya tha – heavy lehenga, choli, dupatta, bahut saara jewellery, aur sir pe sehra. Woh bed ke paas baithi thi, aankhen neeche, sharm se laal.
Dulha – mausi ka pati, Ramakant – bahut sharab pi kar aaya tha. Log usko sahara de kar kamre mein le aaye. Woh hilta hua andar aaya, bed pe baith gaya, aur 2 minute mein hi zor se kharrate lene laga. So gaya poora.
Mausi hairan thi. Aankhen badi kar ke mujhe dekha – main kamre ke bahar corridor mein khada tha, chhup kar sab dekh raha tha. Woh dheere se uthi, dupatta theek kiya, aur darwaza khol kar bahar aayi.
“Kartik beta… yeh kya ho gaya… woh toh so gaya…”
Main andar chala gaya. Darwaza band kar diya. Ramakant zor se so raha tha – bilkul unconscious.
Main mausi ke paas gaya. Unhone mujhe dekha – aankhon mein dar aur sharam aur ek ajeeb si bechaini.
“Beta… ab kya karun… suhagrat hi barbaad ho gayi…”
Main unka haath pakad liya. “Mausi… main hoon na… main sab theek kar dunga.”
Unki aankhen badi ho gayi. “Kartik… tu… tu mera bhanja hai…”
Main dheere se unke paas aaya. Unka dupatta neeche gira diya. Lehenga ka pallu hataya. Deep neck choli mein chuche ubhar rahe the. Main unki kamar pakad kar apne se chipkaya.
“Mausi… main 18 saal se aapko dekhta aa raha hoon… aapki jawani ko… aapki tanhai ko… aaj main aapko woh maza dunga jo aap deserve karti ho…”
Unhone mujhe rokne ki koshish ki – “Beta… yeh gunah hai… Bhagwan maaf nahi karega…”
Main unke honthon pe apne honth rakhe. Pehla kiss – dheere, pyar se. Mausi kaanp uthi. Phir woh khud respond karne lagi. Kiss gehra ho gaya. Meri jeebh unki jeebh se mili. Unhone mera collar pakad kar mujhe aur kheencha.
Main unhe bed ke paas le gaya. Ramakant soya hua tha – bilkul paas. Risk itna ki dil nikalne wala tha. Par maza double.
Main unka lehenga upar kiya. Petticoat utara. Panties ke upar se choot pe haath rakha – geeli thi. Panties neeche ki. Choot shaved thi – pink, geeli, chamak rahi thi.
Main neeche baith gaya. Choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit tease. Mausi kamar utha rahi thi – “Aaaahhhh… Kartik… beta… chaat le mausi ki choot… andar tongue daal… uffff…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne laga. Mausi ka ras muh mein aa raha tha – garam, thoda tangy, addictive. Clit ko chuste hue do ungli andar. Zor se andar bahar.
“Mausi… kitni tight hai teri choot… virgin hai na abhi tak?”
“Haan beta… Ramakant ne toh chhua bhi nahi… sirf tere liye bachi thi… aahhh… zor se… mausi ki choot phaad de…”
Mausi ne pehla orgasm pa liya – choot se pani tapakne laga bed sheet pe.
Phir unhone meri pant kholi. Lund bahar nikaala. Hard, mota, topi pe precum.
“Kitna bada hai tera lund… beta… kitna lamba… mausi ki choot phaad dega yeh…”
Unhone lund muh mein liya. Pehli baar kisi ka lund muh mein liya tha. Garam muh, tongue topi pe ghuma rahi thi. Deep throat try kiya – thoda cough kiya, phir seekh gayi.
Main tadap utha – “Mausi… chus lo poora… uffff… kitna acha muh hai tera…”
Phir maine mausi ko litaya. Missionary. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. Ek tez jhatka – poora andar.
Aaaahhhhhhhhhh! Mausi cheekh padi – muh pe haath rakha taaki awaaz na nikle. Khoon nikla thoda – virginity ka saboot. Dard mein aankhen bhar aayi.
“Beta… dard ho raha hai… par rukna mat… poora andar kar…”
Main ruk gaya. Phir dheere dheere dhakke. Dard dheere dheere maza mein badal gaya.
“Zor se… beta… phaad de mausi ki choot… maar daal… aahhh… mausi teri hai ab…”
Main dhakke marne laga – zor zor se. Palang hil raha tha. Mausi ke chuche upar neeche. Nipple ko dabate hue dhakke.
Phir doggy. Mausi ki gaand upar. Peeche se lund andar. Gaand pe thappad – chap chap chap.
“Le… meri randi mausi… le poora lund… teri gaand kitni mast hai…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se chod… kitna mota hai tera lund… beta…”
Main teen baar mausi ko jhadwaya. Har baar choot se pani tapak raha tha bed pe.
Phir cowgirl. Mausi upar baith gayi. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche hil rahe the. Main neeche se dhakke.
“Kitna bada hai… mausi ki choot mein fit ho raha hai poora… le… le mera lund…”
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Gaand meri taraf. Bounce. Main gaand pe thappad mar raha tha.
“Mausi… andar hi daal raha hoon… creampie… le mera maal…”
Aur phir garam garam cum mausi ki choot mein bhar diya. Bahut zyada tha – bahar tapakne laga mausi ki taango pe, bed sheet pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Mausi ne mujhe gale lagaya. “Beta… tu mera pehla mard hai… aur aakhri bhi rahega… yeh hamara raaz rahega.”
Main mausi ke seene pe sar rakha. Guilt tha – yeh meri mausi thi, maa ki behen. Par maza itna ki dil nahi manta.
Subah Ramakant utha. Mausi ko dekha. “Kal raat maza aaya?”
Mausi ne muskura di. “Haan ji… bahut.”
Par andar se soch rahi thi – asli maza toh bhanje ne diya tha.
Din bhar shaadi ke baaki rasmein. Par jab bhi akela milta, mausi mujhe chhupa kar kiss karti, haath meri pant mein daal deti.
Shaadi ke 3 din baad Ramakant ko business trip pe jana pada – 20 din ka. Ghar mein sirf main, mausi, aur kuch aur rishtedaar.
Tab hum openly enjoy karne lage. Din mein bhi.
Kitchen mein counter pe. Mausi ne saree upar ki. Main peeche se lund andar. Zor se dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… Kartik… kitchen mein… koi aa jayega…”
“Risk hi maza hai… le mera lund… teri choot mein…”
Main do baar jhad gaya. Phir unhone mujhe bedroom mein le gayi – Ramakant ke bed pe.
Wahan unhone mujhe nanga kiya. Poora sharir oil se malish ki. Gaand mein bhi oil lagaya.
“Aaj teri gaand bhi meri karungi.”
Dheere se lund gaand mein. Dard mein mausi ro padi. “Aahhh… beta… dheere… phaad rahe ho…”
Phir dheere bahar. Phir andar. Speed badhate gaye. Maza aane laga.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna mota… chod do mausi ki gaand… Kartik… maar daal…”
Main zor se dhakke. Gaand mein poora lund. Mausi ne anal orgasm pa liya.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Creampie.
20 din bhar aisa hi. Har jagah – balcony pe raat ko, bathroom mein shower ke neeche, drawing room mein sofa pe.
Har baar creampie. Har baar risk.
Ek din maa (nani) ne notice kiya ki mausi thaki hui lag rahi hai. Poocha – “Sunita… tu theek toh hai?”
Mausi sharma gayi. “Haan mummyji… bas garmi se.”
Main side mein tha, andar se hans raha tha.
Ramakant wapas aaya. Raat ko woh mausi ko choda – jaldi jaldi. 3 minute mein khatam.
Mausi soch rahi thi – jethji ke bina ab kuch bhi maza nahi.
Par jethji raat ko aaye. Ramakant soya hua tha. Unhone mausi ko uthaya. Kamre ke bahar corridor mein le gaye.
Wahan unhone mausi ko deewar se sataya. Peeche se lund andar. Zor se dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… jethji… yahan… Ramakant paas hai…”
“Chup… bilkul awaaz mat kar… le mera lund… tera asli pati tujhe chod raha hai…”
Mausi muh pe haath rakhe hue thi. Jhad gayi – teen baar. Jethji ne andar hi cum kiya.
Uske baad har raat woh aate rahe. Ramakant ke saamne so kar, par raat ko mausi ko chodne aate.
Ek din mausi ko period miss hue. Test positive.
Mausi ne mujhe bataya.
Main khushi se pagal ho gaya. “Mausi… tera baccha… hamara baccha.”
Mausi ro padi. “Beta… ab kya hoga? Ramakant ko kaise bataungi?”
Main ne kaha – “Tu fikar mat kar. Main sab sambhal lunga. Yeh hamara raaz rahega… aur yeh baccha hamara pyaar ka saboot hoga.”
Us raat maine mausi ko dheere se choda – pet pe haath rakhte hue.
“Aaaahhhh… Kartik… bacche ke saath bhi… kitna acha… tera lund andar… pet tak…”
Creampie – dheere se.
Ab pregnancy shuru ho gayi hai. Chuche bade, pet ubhar raha hai. Jethji roz massage dete hain, chuche chuste hain, choot chaatte hain.
Ramakant khush hai – sochta hai uska baccha hai.
Par andar se yeh hamara secret hai.
Har raat jethji aate hain. Dheere se chodte hain. Pet pe haath rakhte hain.
“Le… mera maal… bacche ko bhi pyaar de raha hoon…”
Main tadapti hoon – “Jethji… aapke bina ab kuch nahi… aap mera asli pati ho…”
Yeh rishta ab rukne wala nahi.
Family ko “miracle” lagega. Par hum jaante hain – yeh suhagrat ka sach hai.
Jethji ne meri suhagrat chheen li thi. Aur ab meri zindagi bhi. Pregnancy test ke positive aane ke agle subah haveli mein khushi ka toofan aa gaya tha. Main bathroom mein khadi thi, mirror ke saamne, apne pet ko dheere se sehla rahi thi. Abhi bahar se kuch dikhayi nahi de raha tha, lekin andar se ek garam, halki si throbbing feel ho rahi thi – jaise koi chhota sa dil meri choot ke bilkul andar se dhadak raha ho. Yeh dil… mera jethji ka khoon. Vikram ka nahi. Yeh sach sirf main aur Karan jethji jaante the.
Maine saree ka pallu thoda adjust kiya. Aaj pehli baar pet pe haath rakhte hue laga ki yeh sirf sharir ka hissa nahi raha – yeh ab mera aur jethji ka ek zinda saboot ban chuka tha. Nipple ab thode dark aur sensitive ho gaye the. Blouse ke andar se ubhar rahe the. Jab main unhe halka sa chhua, toh current sa dauda – pregnancy hormones ne sab kuch aur intense kar diya tha.
Main bahar nikli. Hall mein sab log jama the. Saas (Vikram ki maa) ne mujhe dekhte hi gale lagaya. “Anjali beti… yeh khushi… Bhagwan ne hum par bahut meherbani ki hai. 9 din mein hi… miracle hai yeh.”
Vikram office se jaldi aa gaya tha. Usne mujhe utha kar god mein liya aur ghumaya. “Anjali… mera beta… hamara beta!”
Main muskura di, lekin andar se soch rahi thi – “tumhara nahi… tumhara bhai ka hai.” Jethji hall ke kone mein khade the. Unhone mujhe dekha. Aankhon mein wohi possessive chamak thi jo suhagrat ki raat thi. Woh dheere se muskura diye – sirf main samajh sakti thi woh smile ka matlab.
Shaam ko puja hui. Sab ne mujhe ashirwad diya. Dadi ne pet pe haath rakha – “Beta… yeh ladka hoga… khandaan ka naam roshan karega.” Main andar se hansti rahi. Haan ladka hoga… lekin jethji ka khoon. Jethji ne mujhe chhupa kar dekha – unki nazar pet pe thi, jaise woh keh rahe hon “yeh mera hai.”
Raat ko sab log so gaye. Vikram thak kar jaldi so gaya – pregnancy ki khushi mein woh mujhe gale lagakar soya, pet pe haath rakha. Main uske saath leti rahi, par dil kahin aur tha.
1 baje ke aas-paas darwaza dheere se khula. Karan jethji andar aaye. Andhera tha – sirf chandni ki halki roshni. Vikram gehri neend mein tha. Jethji ne mujhe ishara kiya. Main dheere se uthi. Vikram ka haath hataya. Blanket theek kiya taaki woh jaag na jaye.
Jethji ne mujhe apne kamre mein le gaye – jo hall ke bilkul paas tha. Darwaza band kiya. Chain lagayi.
Jaise hi darwaza band hua, unhone mujhe deewar se sataya. Saree ka pallu neeche gira diya. Blouse ke hooks khole. Chuche bahar. Nipple ko muh mein le kar chuse – dheere, pyar se.
“Aaaahhhh… jethji… ab bahut sensitive hain… dheere…”
Unhone nipple ko tongue se ghumaya. Thoda colostrum nikla. Woh peete rahe – “Yeh hamare bacche ka hai… par pehle mera swaad le… meri bahu.”
Main tadap uthi. Unhone saree poori utar di. Main nangi khadi thi. Pet thoda ubhra hua tha. Unhone pet pe kiss kiya – dheere dheere, circle mein.
“Beta… yeh mera beta hai… tera jeth ka khoon… main roz isko mehsoos karunga… tujhe chod kar.”
Unhone mujhe palang pe litaya. Legs faila kar. Choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit ko halka sa touch. Pregnancy ke karan choot aur sensitive thi – sirf halka sa touch se pani nikal aaya.
“Aaaahhhh… jethji… chaat lo… dheere se… chachi ki choot ab bahut zyada tadap rahi hai…”
Unhone tongue andar daal di. Dheere dheere chaatne lage. Clit ko circle mein ghumaya. Main kamar utha rahi thi – “Beta… andar… tongue andar… uffff… kitna acha…”
Unhone do ungli andar daali. G-spot pe pressure. Main pehla orgasm pa gayi – dheere se, choot se garam pani tapka unke muh pe. Unhone sab pee liya.
Phir unhone apni pant utari. Lund bahar – mota, sakht, topi pe precum chamak raha tha.
“Le… mera lund… abhi bhi tere liye taiyar hai… pregnancy mein bhi tujhe chodunga.”
Unhone mujhe spooning mein litaya. Peeche se. Haath pet pe rakha. Lund dheere se choot pe rakha. Andar ghusa.
“Aaaahhhh… jethji… dheere… bacche ko bhi mehsoos ho raha hai tera lund…”
Unhone dheere dheere dhakke marne shuru kiye – andar bahar, andar bahar. Haath pet pe sehlate rahe. Baccha kick kar raha tha – jaise woh bhi mehsoos kar raha ho.
“Beta… dekh… hamara beta kick kar raha hai… tera jeth ka lund mehsoos kar raha hai… ab yeh roz hoga… tujhe hamesha pregnant rakhunga.”
Main tadap rahi thi – “Jethji… andar hi… mera maal daalo… bacche ko bhi pyaar de rahe ho…”
Unhone vibrator low speed pe clit pe lagaya. Double sensation. Main dheere se jhad gayi – choot tight ho gayi, pani tapka. Jethji ne bhi andar hi cum kiya – garam maal pet tak pahunch raha tha jaise.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Jethji ne mujhe gale lagaya. Pet pe haath rakha.
“Anjali… ab tu meri biwi hai… poori tarah se. Vikram sirf naam ka pati hai… yeh baccha mera hai… aur agla bhi mera hoga.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. “Jethji… main aapki hoon… hamesha… aapke bina ab kuch nahi.”
Uske baad har din nayi intensity shuru ho gayi.
Subah jab Vikram office chala jata, jethji mujhe kitchen mein pakad lete. Saree upar kar ke counter pe baitha dete. Legs faila kar lund andar. Dheere dhakke – pet pe haath rakhte hue.
“Aaaahhhh… jethji… subah subah… maa aa jayegi…”
“Chup… bilkul awaaz mat kar… tera pet mera hai… isko roz mehsoos karaunga.”
Main do baar jhad gayi. Jethji ne andar hi cum kiya.
Din mein jab saas puja karti thi, jethji mujhe puja ghar ke peeche le jate. Saree upar. Choot chaatte. Vibrator use karte. Main muh pe haath rakhe hue tadapti – “Jethji… yahan… Bhagwan dekh raha hai…”
“Bhagwan ne hi yeh rishta banaya hai… le mera lund…”
Afternoon mein jab sab so rahe hote, jethji mujhe apne kamre mein le jate. Poora time. Multiple rounds. Kabhi doggy, kabhi cowgirl, kabhi gaand mein.
Gaand mein ab regular ho gaya. Oil lagakar. Dheere se. Main tadapti – “Jethji… gaand mein… kitna acha… bacche ke saath bhi…”
Unhone speed badhayi. Anal orgasm – alag level ka sukoon. Phir choot mein wapas. Creampie.
Doctor visits mein jethji bhi aate – officially “bhabhi ko dekhne”. Waiting room mein chhupa kar haath pakadte. Panties ke andar ungli daalte. Main tadapti – orgasm chhoti si.
Ultrasound mein ladka dikha. Vikram khush. Jethji ne mujhe dekha – aankhon mein garv.
“Beta… hamara ladka… tera jeth ka khoon.”
Car mein aate hue jethji ne peeche seat pe mujhe litaya. Saree upar. Lund andar. Dheere dhakke. Vikram drive kar raha tha – risk itna ki dil nikalne wala tha.
Ghar pahunch kar raat ko jethji ne mujhe apne kamre mein le gaye. Vibrating strap-on pehna. Mujhe chod diya – vibrator on. Main 7 baar jhad gayi.
Phir real lund. Zor se. Creampie.
Pregnancy ke 8th mahine mein pet bahut bada. Chalna mushkil. Jethji roz massage dete. Oil se. Chuche chuste. Doodh peete.
“Beta… yeh hamare bacche ka… par pehle mera swaad.”
Main moan karti – “Jethji… pi lo… mera doodh aapka hai.”
Delivery ke time jethji hospital mein the. Vikram bhi. Maa ne normal delivery ki. Ladka paida hua – 3.5 kg, healthy.
Chachi ne bacche ko god mein liya. Mujhe dekha – aankhen nam.
“Beta… yeh tera hai… hamara hai.”
Main ro pada. Bacche ke maathe pe kiss kiya. Jethji side mein khade the. Unhone dheere se haath pakda.
Hospital se discharge hone ke baad ghar mein nayi zindagi. Baccha raat ko rota. Main uth kar usko sambhalta. Chachi doodh pilati. Jethji dekhte rahte.
Raat ko bacche ke sone ke baad jethji aate. Dheere se sex. Spooning mein. Haath bacche ke maathe pe.
“Beta… dheere… baccha jaag jayega… par chodna mat…”
Dono dheere jhadte – andar hi creampie.
Ab har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ko kiss karta. “Chachi… tu meri zindagi hai.”
Chachi muskura deti. “Aur tu meri… mera beta, mera pati, mera sab kuch.”
Family aati hai – dadi bacche ko dekhti hai. “Kitna sundar hai… bilkul Vikram jaisa.” Main andar se hansta hoon – haan, bilkul jethji jaisa… par mera khoon.
Log bolte hain “miracle”. Par hum jaante hain – yeh miracle jethji ka lund ka, mera pyaar ka, chachi ki choot mein bhar diye gaye maal ka hai.
Ab har raat bacche ke sone ke baad hum ek doosre ke paas. Dheere se kiss, dheere se touch, dheere se sex. Chachi kehte – “Beta… ab hum poora parivaar hain… tu mera beta bhi, mera pati bhi, mera sab kuch.”
Main unhe gale lagata. “Chachi… tu meri chachi bhi, meri aurat bhi… hamesha.”
Yeh rishta ab sirf sex nahi – yeh ek nayi family hai, ek gehra pyaar hai, ek secret jo sirf hum dono jaante hain.
Baccha bada hoga. Main usko padhaunga, khelunga. Chachi usko pyaar degi. Aur raat ko jab woh so jayega, hum phir se ek doosre ke ho jayenge – chachi-bhanja ka rishta, pati-patni ka pyaar, maa-baap ka pyar, sab kuch.
Har subah main bacche ko uthata hoon. Chachi doodh pilati. Main chachi ke pet pe nahi – ab bacche ke maathe pe kiss karta hoon. Chachi muskura deti hai. “Beta… hum teeno hain… hamesha.”
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui. Baccha bada hoga, school jayega, college jayega. Par yeh pyaar hamesha rahega – chhupa hua, gehra, aur beinteha.