Mera naam Karan hai. Umra 24 saal. Main Noida ke ek middle-class society mein rehta hoon – 2BHK flat mein, papa 52 saal ke, private bank mein branch manager hain, maa 49 saal ki, school teacher hain, aur ek chhoti behen 19 saal ki, college first year mein padhti hai. Bachpan se mohalla hi meri duniya tha – cricket khelna terrace par, friends ke saath bike rides, evening mein colony park mein time pass. Papa strict the – padhai pe focus, no late nights, no girlfriends. School mein average student tha, lekin sports mein good – cricket team mein opening batsman. College mein BBA kar raha hoon, part-time job karti hoon tuition de kar bacchon ko maths. Girlfriends hue hain do – pehli school mein, sirf hand holding aur park mein baatein, dusri college mein, kiss bhi kiya canteen ke peeche, lekin sex nahi, break up ho gaya family pressure se. Porn dekhta hoon phone par chupke se, fantasies padosan ladkiyon aur jawan aunties ke baare mein – unki tight tops, short skirts, college uniform mein curves. Par real mein kabhi nahi socha – society mein galat, log kya kahenge, family reputation. Padosan bhabhi ki beti Riya ne sab badal diya – woh 20 saal ki, college second year mein, bohot sundar – wheatish skin, height 5’4”, figure 32-26-34, medium size chuche jo tight tops mein perfectly shape dete the, slim waist, gaand round aur firm yoga se. Short hair with highlights, big expressive eyes, lips pink aur juicy. Riya ke papa army mein hain, posting se bahar rehte hain, maa bhabhi office jaati hain, toh Riya aksar akeli hoti. Bachpan se Riya ko "Riya" bolta, woh mujhe "Karan bhaiya" bolti, kabhi kabhi chocolate deti, baatein karti studies ke baare mein. Badi hui toh notice ki uski beauty – college uniform mein skirt short, top tight, legs toned, walk mein confidence. Ek baar Holi par Riya ne mujhe rang lagaya, haath chuche par slip, "Bhaiya, rang laga do." Main kaanp gaya, achha laga, lekin bhabhi ke saamne normal behave.
Yeh kahani shuru hoti hai summer vacation ke uss time se jab college holidays the aur garmi 45 degree cross kar gayi thi. May ka mahina, Delhi-Noida ki garmi killer, AC 24 hours on. Papa office se late aate, maa school se thaki hoti, behen coaching jaati. Main ghar par free tha – internship nahi tha, so time pass terrace par, phone par movies, friends se baatein. Ek din Riya ne bulaya, "Bhaiya, ghar aao, homework mein help chahiye." Main gaya – Riya ne short top aur shorts pehna tha – top crop, navel dikh raha, shorts tight, gaand shape clear. Garmi se sweat se geeli, top chipka hua chuche par. Main baitha, homework dekha – maths problems solve karte hue uska haath mere haath par touch hota raha. Riya, "Bhaiya, garmi mein kitna pasina aa raha hai." Main, "Haan Riya… AC full on hai." Woh paas aayi, "Bhaiya… aap bhi pasine se geele ho." Haath mere chest par, shirt ke buttons kholne lagi, "Yeh shirt utar do, comfortable ho jaoge." Main shock, "Riya… yeh kya kar rahi ho?" Woh sharma gayi lekin aankhein naughty, "Bhaiya… garmi hai, relax karo." Shirt utari, chest bare, woh haath fira rahi thi, "Bhaiya… aapki body kitni strong ho gayi hai." Dil tez dhadka – yeh flirt tha, taboo. "Riya… bhabhi dekh legi." Woh, "Mummy office gayi hain, papa bahar, no one is home." Woh kiss kar di – zor se, lips crush, jeebh andar. Pehli baar padosan ladki se kiss – honth garam, taste strawberry lip balm ka. Main respond karne laga, haath kamar par. Riya, "Bhaiya… bedroom chal te hain, study table par nahi." Bedroom mein pahunch, Riya top utari – bra black lace, chuche medium perfect shape. Haath mere shorts par, "Bhaiya… yeh khada ho gaya hai." Shorts neeche, lund bahar. Riya haath mein li, hilane lagi, "Bhaiya… kitna bada hai… muh mein le loon?" Main, "Le Riya… chus." Blowjob di – garam muh, jeebh topi par, deep throat. Main moan, "Aaaahhh… Riya… chus zor se… kitna mazaa aa raha hai." Jhad gaya muh mein, Riya pi gayi.
Riya let gayi, shorts neeche, choot bahar – shaved, pink honth swollen. Main choot chaati – jeebh clit par, fingers andar. Riya moan, "Aaaahhhhh… bhaiya… kitni achhi jeebh… jhad rahi hoon." Jhad gayi, pani muh mein.
Pehla round missionary – lund daala – tight, lekin geela. "Aaaahhhh… bhaiya… dheere… phaad daalo." Dhakke marne laga, zor se. Jhad gayi, main andar jhad gaya – creampie, "Le Riya… mera maal le… pregnant kar doonga."
Yeh shuruaat thi. Agle din chachi ke ghar par chudai – pool mein, gym mein, kitchen mein. summer vacation ki agli subah ghar mein sab uthe – breakfast kiya, parents office aur school gaye. Riya ne message kiya, "Bhaiya, ghar aao, homework mein help chahiye." Main gaya – Riya ne short top aur mini skirt pehni thi – top crop, navel dikh raha, skirt thighs tak, gaand shape clear. Garmi se sweat se geeli, top chipka hua chuche par. Homework dekha – maths problems solve karte hue uska haath mere thigh par, "Bhaiya… garmi mein kitna pasina aa raha hai." Main, "Haan Riya… AC full on hai." Woh paas aayi, "Bhaiya… aap bhi pasine se geele ho." Haath mere shirt par, buttons kholne lagi, "Yeh shirt utar do, comfortable ho jaoge." Main shock, "Riya… yeh kya kar rahi ho?" Woh sharma gayi lekin aankhein naughty, "Bhaiya… garmi hai, relax karo." Shirt utari, chest bare, woh haath fira rahi thi, "Bhaiya… aapki body kitni strong ho gayi hai." Dil tez dhadka – yeh flirt tha, taboo. "Riya… mummy dekh legi." Woh, "Mummy office gayi hain, papa bahar, no one is home." Woh kiss kar di – zor se, jeebh andar. Main respond karne laga, haath kamar par. Riya, "Bhaiya… bedroom chal te hain, study table par nahi." Bedroom mein pahunch, Riya top utari – bra black lace, chuche medium perfect shape. Haath mere shorts par, "Bhaiya… yeh khada ho gaya hai." Shorts neeche, lund bahar. Riya haath mein li, hilane lagi, "Bhaiya… kitna bada hai… muh mein le loon?" Main, "Le Riya… chus." Blowjob di – garam muh, jeebh topi par, deep throat. Main moan, "Aaaahhh… Riya… chus zor se… kitna mazaa aa raha hai." Jhad gaya muh mein, Riya pi gayi.
Riya let gayi, skirt neeche, choot bahar – shaved, pink honth swollen. Main choot chaati – jeebh clit par, fingers andar. Riya moan, "Aaaahhhhh… bhaiya… kitni achhi jeebh… jhad rahi hoon." Jhad gayi, pani muh mein.
Pehla round missionary – lund daala – tight, lekin geela. "Aaaahhhh… bhaiya… dheere… phaad daalo." Dhakke marne laga, zor se. Jhad gayi, main andar jhad gaya – creampie.
Doosra round doggy – ghodi bani, peeche laga, hair pull, spank. "Riya ki gaand mast… zor se… jhad rahi hoon."
Teesra round cowgirl – Riya upar, uchal rahi, chuche bounce. "Le bhaiya… Riya tujhe chod rahi hai… pregnant kar de."
Kitchen mein chautha – counter par baitha kar standing thoka. Balcony mein paanchva – railing laga kar, city lights mask. Sixth living room – couch par reverse cowgirl. Seventh bedroom again – sideways spooning, slow passionate. Eighth shower – water gir raha, wall se laga kar. Ninth study table – books side kar ke baitha kar thoka.
Dopahar ke 3 baje mummy wapas aayi, sab normal. Par ek mahine baad Riya period miss – test positive, mera baby. Riya ko bata diya, emotional, "Bhaiya, abort kar lo," lekin Riya rakha. Guilt, excitement – rishta gehra, lekin neighbor drama. Riya ne ghar wapas ja kar manage kiya, secret humara. Ab meetings chupke se, life changed with new responsibilities, but passion alive. Riya's pregnancy glow, increased drive – more chudai. Yeh end hai, lekin kahani jaari rahegi dil mein.
Yeh kahani shuru hoti hai summer vacation ke uss time se jab college holidays the aur garmi 45 degree cross kar gayi thi. May ka mahina, Delhi-Noida ki garmi killer, AC 24 hours on. Papa office se late aate, maa school se thaki hoti, behen coaching jaati. Main ghar par free tha – internship nahi tha, so time pass terrace par, phone par movies, friends se baatein. Ek din Riya ne bulaya, "Bhaiya, ghar aao, homework mein help chahiye." Main gaya – Riya ne short top aur shorts pehna tha – top crop, navel dikh raha, shorts tight, gaand shape clear. Garmi se sweat se geeli, top chipka hua chuche par. Main baitha, homework dekha – maths problems solve karte hue uska haath mere haath par touch hota raha. Riya, "Bhaiya, garmi mein kitna pasina aa raha hai." Main, "Haan Riya… AC full on hai." Woh paas aayi, "Bhaiya… aap bhi pasine se geele ho." Haath mere chest par, shirt ke buttons kholne lagi, "Yeh shirt utar do, comfortable ho jaoge." Main shock, "Riya… yeh kya kar rahi ho?" Woh sharma gayi lekin aankhein naughty, "Bhaiya… garmi hai, relax karo." Shirt utari, chest bare, woh haath fira rahi thi, "Bhaiya… aapki body kitni strong ho gayi hai." Dil tez dhadka – yeh flirt tha, taboo. "Riya… bhabhi dekh legi." Woh, "Mummy office gayi hain, papa bahar, no one is home." Woh kiss kar di – zor se, lips crush, jeebh andar. Pehli baar padosan ladki se kiss – honth garam, taste strawberry lip balm ka. Main respond karne laga, haath kamar par. Riya, "Bhaiya… bedroom chal te hain, study table par nahi." Bedroom mein pahunch, Riya top utari – bra black lace, chuche medium perfect shape. Haath mere shorts par, "Bhaiya… yeh khada ho gaya hai." Shorts neeche, lund bahar. Riya haath mein li, hilane lagi, "Bhaiya… kitna bada hai… muh mein le loon?" Main, "Le Riya… chus." Blowjob di – garam muh, jeebh topi par, deep throat. Main moan, "Aaaahhh… Riya… chus zor se… kitna mazaa aa raha hai." Jhad gaya muh mein, Riya pi gayi.
Riya let gayi, shorts neeche, choot bahar – shaved, pink honth swollen. Main choot chaati – jeebh clit par, fingers andar. Riya moan, "Aaaahhhhh… bhaiya… kitni achhi jeebh… jhad rahi hoon." Jhad gayi, pani muh mein.
Pehla round missionary – lund daala – tight, lekin geela. "Aaaahhhh… bhaiya… dheere… phaad daalo." Dhakke marne laga, zor se. Jhad gayi, main andar jhad gaya – creampie, "Le Riya… mera maal le… pregnant kar doonga."
Yeh shuruaat thi. Agle din chachi ke ghar par chudai – pool mein, gym mein, kitchen mein. summer vacation ki agli subah ghar mein sab uthe – breakfast kiya, parents office aur school gaye. Riya ne message kiya, "Bhaiya, ghar aao, homework mein help chahiye." Main gaya – Riya ne short top aur mini skirt pehni thi – top crop, navel dikh raha, skirt thighs tak, gaand shape clear. Garmi se sweat se geeli, top chipka hua chuche par. Homework dekha – maths problems solve karte hue uska haath mere thigh par, "Bhaiya… garmi mein kitna pasina aa raha hai." Main, "Haan Riya… AC full on hai." Woh paas aayi, "Bhaiya… aap bhi pasine se geele ho." Haath mere shirt par, buttons kholne lagi, "Yeh shirt utar do, comfortable ho jaoge." Main shock, "Riya… yeh kya kar rahi ho?" Woh sharma gayi lekin aankhein naughty, "Bhaiya… garmi hai, relax karo." Shirt utari, chest bare, woh haath fira rahi thi, "Bhaiya… aapki body kitni strong ho gayi hai." Dil tez dhadka – yeh flirt tha, taboo. "Riya… mummy dekh legi." Woh, "Mummy office gayi hain, papa bahar, no one is home." Woh kiss kar di – zor se, jeebh andar. Main respond karne laga, haath kamar par. Riya, "Bhaiya… bedroom chal te hain, study table par nahi." Bedroom mein pahunch, Riya top utari – bra black lace, chuche medium perfect shape. Haath mere shorts par, "Bhaiya… yeh khada ho gaya hai." Shorts neeche, lund bahar. Riya haath mein li, hilane lagi, "Bhaiya… kitna bada hai… muh mein le loon?" Main, "Le Riya… chus." Blowjob di – garam muh, jeebh topi par, deep throat. Main moan, "Aaaahhh… Riya… chus zor se… kitna mazaa aa raha hai." Jhad gaya muh mein, Riya pi gayi.
Riya let gayi, skirt neeche, choot bahar – shaved, pink honth swollen. Main choot chaati – jeebh clit par, fingers andar. Riya moan, "Aaaahhhhh… bhaiya… kitni achhi jeebh… jhad rahi hoon." Jhad gayi, pani muh mein.
Pehla round missionary – lund daala – tight, lekin geela. "Aaaahhhh… bhaiya… dheere… phaad daalo." Dhakke marne laga, zor se. Jhad gayi, main andar jhad gaya – creampie.
Doosra round doggy – ghodi bani, peeche laga, hair pull, spank. "Riya ki gaand mast… zor se… jhad rahi hoon."
Teesra round cowgirl – Riya upar, uchal rahi, chuche bounce. "Le bhaiya… Riya tujhe chod rahi hai… pregnant kar de."
Kitchen mein chautha – counter par baitha kar standing thoka. Balcony mein paanchva – railing laga kar, city lights mask. Sixth living room – couch par reverse cowgirl. Seventh bedroom again – sideways spooning, slow passionate. Eighth shower – water gir raha, wall se laga kar. Ninth study table – books side kar ke baitha kar thoka.
Dopahar ke 3 baje mummy wapas aayi, sab normal. Par ek mahine baad Riya period miss – test positive, mera baby. Riya ko bata diya, emotional, "Bhaiya, abort kar lo," lekin Riya rakha. Guilt, excitement – rishta gehra, lekin neighbor drama. Riya ne ghar wapas ja kar manage kiya, secret humara. Ab meetings chupke se, life changed with new responsibilities, but passion alive. Riya's pregnancy glow, increased drive – more chudai. Yeh end hai, lekin kahani jaari rahegi dil mein.