Mera naam Raj hai, aur yeh kahani meri zindagi ka sabse paagalpan bhara raaz hai. Main 28 saal ka hoon, Mumbai mein ek IT company mein kaam karta hoon, aur meri life kuch zyaada hi routine thi—office, gym, aur phir ghar wapas aa kar Netflix. Lekin kuch mahine pehle, Diwali ke samay, sab badal gaya. Meri didi, Priya, jo 32 saal ki hai, woh hamesha se meri ideal thi. Woh shaadi-shuda hai, uska pati America mein job karta hai, toh woh akeli Mumbai mein rehti hai. Humare parents village mein hain, toh main uske flat mein hi rehta hoon, bas ek bedroom alag.
Priya didi hamesha se hot lagti hai. Uski figure—Uffff, 36-28-38—jo uske saree mein highlight hoti hai. Woh traditional hai, lekin usmein ek aag hai jo chhupti rehti hai. Jab woh kitchen mein khana banati, uska pallu slip ho jaata, aur uske chuche (breasts) ka outline dikhta, toh mera lund (penis) hilne lagta. Par yeh soch guilty feel karwati thi. Woh meri didi hai, bhai-behen ka rishta, lekin Diwali ke raat ne sab badal diya.
Diwali ki shaam thi, aur humne ghar ko lights se sajaya. Didi ne lal saree pehni hui thi, uske cleavage se thoda skin dikhta, aur uski choot (vagina) ki outline panty se outline ho raha tha. "Raj, tu crackers lekar aa, main phuljadi jalati hoon," usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek mithaas. Main uske paas gaya, aur hamare haath touch hue. Uska haath garam tha, jaise electricity chali. "Didi, aaj tu bahut sundar lag rahi hai," maine kaha, dil dhadk raha tha.
Woh muskurayi, "Arre bhaiya, tu bhi toh handsome hai. Kitni ladkiyan tujhpe line marti hongi?" Usne mera shirt ka button adjust kiya, aur uske nails meri chest ko touch kiye. Mujhe uski khushboo mehsoos hui—sandalwood perfume mixed with her natural scent, jaise garam ras bhari hui ho. Main soch raha tha, "Yaar Raj, yeh kya soch raha hai tu? Woh teri didi hai." Lekin mera lund ab tight ho gaya tha, jeans mein daba hua.
Hum balcony mein gaye, crackers jalane. Raat ko lights off karke, hum baithe, aur baatein hone lagi. "Raj, tere pati ki yaad aati hai na?" maine pucha, jaan-bujhkar. Woh thodi serious hui, "Haan, par ab toh habit ho gayi. Kabhi-kabhi akeli raat mein, apne aap ko satisfy kar leti hoon." Meri saansein tez ho gayi. "Kya matlab, didi?" maine pucha, pretending innocence.
Woh sharma gayi, "Arre, tu bada ho gaya hai, samajhta hai na. Kabhi fingers use karti hoon, ya vibrator." Meri aankhein chaunk gayi. Main soch raha tha, "Fuck, meri didi itni wild hai?" Uske words ne mera mind blow kar diya. Hamari baatein ab intimate ho gayi. "Didi, agar koi help chahiye, toh bata," maine kaha, dil dhadakta hua. Woh meri taraf dekhi, uski aankhon mein ek chingari. "Tu kya help karega, bhaiya? Rishta toh hai na."
Par Diwali ki raat, alcohol ne kaam kar diya. Humne whiskey pi, aur baatein sexy ho gayi. "Raj, yaad hai bachpan mein hum sath sote the? Tere lund ko touch karta tha kabhi," usne kaha, laughing but with a tease. Main red ho gaya, "Didi, woh toh bachpan tha." Par ab, mera lund full erect tha. Usne mera haath pakda, "Chalo, bedroom mein baithte hain." Jab hum andar gaye, usne apna pallu gira diya, aur uske chuche almost visible ho gaye. "Raj, mujhe hug karna hai, Diwali ki wish," usne kaha.
Main uske gale lag gaya, aur uska body feel hua—soft, warm, jaise silk. Uski boobs meri chest se press ho rahe the, aur uski saans meri gaal par thi. "Uffff, Raj, yeh kya kar raha hai?" usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein excitement tha. Main uske baal ko smell kiya—coconut oil mixed with sweat from the heat. "Didi, main control nahi kar pa raha," maine whisper kiya. Woh thodi hesitate hui, "Par yeh galat hai, hum bhai-behen hain." Par phir usne mera face pakda aur kiss kar diya.
Woh kiss! Uske lips soft the, jaise honey, aur uski tongue meri tongue se play karne lagi. "Aaaahhhh, Raj," woh moan kari. Main uske saree ko kholne laga, aur uska blouse utar diya. Uski chuche ab open the, pink nipples hard. "Didi, tere chuche itne perfect hain," maine kaha, aur unhe suck karna shuru kar diya. Woh kehti rahi, "Uffff, bhaiya, aur jor se, chus le mere boobs ko." Unka taste—salty sweat and sweetness—mujhe pagal kar raha tha.
Hum bed par gir gaye, aur main uske saree ko full utar diya. Uski choot ab visible thi, shaved and wet. "Raj, pehle mujhe touch kar," usne kaha, uski eyes half-closed. Main uske thighs ko rub kiya, texture smooth jaise velvet, aur uski choot ko finger se explore kiya. "Wet kitni ho gayi hai tu," maine kaha. Woh reply mein, "Haan, tere lund ko dekh ke hi juice nikal aaya." Main uske choot ko lick kiya—taste tangy and addictive, jaise mango pickle with a twist.
"Maar daalo mujhe, Raj," usne chilla ke kaha, aur main ready tha. Mera lund 7-inch ka tha, hard as rock. Main missionary position mein gaya, uske legs spread. "Didi, tayyar?" maine pucha. Woh nodded, "Haan, dal de apna lund." Main dheere se enter kiya, uski choot tight and warm. "Aaaahhhh, kitna bada hai!" woh chilla rahi thi, aur main thrust kar raha tha. Har stroke mein, sound of our bodies slapping echo kar raha tha, jaise wet slaps in the quiet night.
Jab main andar tak gaya, usne apni hips utha ke match kiya. "Uffff, yeh feel, jaise heaven," main soch raha tha. Hum 10 minutes tak aise chudai karte rahe, aur phir maine position change ki. Doggy style mein, usko bed par 4 legs pe bitha ke, main peeche se enter kiya. "Didi, teri gaand itni sexy hai," maine kaha, uske ass ko slap karte hue. Woh moan karti, "Haan, aur jor se, chodo mujhe jaise randi hoon."
After some time, humne break liya, aur woh mera lund suck karne lagi. "Tera lund itna tasty hai," usne kaha, uski tongue se lick karte hue. Main uske baal ko pakad ke guide kar raha tha. Yeh sab 2 hours chala—ek baar oral, phir penetration, aur phir ek aur round. Finally, main uske andar release hua, "Didi, main aa raha hoon!" Aur woh bhi climax pe reach kar gayi, "Aaaahhhh, yes, fill me up!"
Baad mein, hum bed par lete, sweating and panting. "Raj, yeh galat tha, par itna exciting," usne kaha, guilty but happy. Main soch raha tha, "What if she's pregnant? Impregnation from her own brother—taboo to the max." Par yeh raat ne humare rishte ko badal diya. Ab, har Diwali yaad rahegi.
To be continued in Part 2, where we explore more secrets in an OYO hotel...
Priya didi hamesha se hot lagti hai. Uski figure—Uffff, 36-28-38—jo uske saree mein highlight hoti hai. Woh traditional hai, lekin usmein ek aag hai jo chhupti rehti hai. Jab woh kitchen mein khana banati, uska pallu slip ho jaata, aur uske chuche (breasts) ka outline dikhta, toh mera lund (penis) hilne lagta. Par yeh soch guilty feel karwati thi. Woh meri didi hai, bhai-behen ka rishta, lekin Diwali ke raat ne sab badal diya.
Diwali ki shaam thi, aur humne ghar ko lights se sajaya. Didi ne lal saree pehni hui thi, uske cleavage se thoda skin dikhta, aur uski choot (vagina) ki outline panty se outline ho raha tha. "Raj, tu crackers lekar aa, main phuljadi jalati hoon," usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek mithaas. Main uske paas gaya, aur hamare haath touch hue. Uska haath garam tha, jaise electricity chali. "Didi, aaj tu bahut sundar lag rahi hai," maine kaha, dil dhadk raha tha.
Woh muskurayi, "Arre bhaiya, tu bhi toh handsome hai. Kitni ladkiyan tujhpe line marti hongi?" Usne mera shirt ka button adjust kiya, aur uske nails meri chest ko touch kiye. Mujhe uski khushboo mehsoos hui—sandalwood perfume mixed with her natural scent, jaise garam ras bhari hui ho. Main soch raha tha, "Yaar Raj, yeh kya soch raha hai tu? Woh teri didi hai." Lekin mera lund ab tight ho gaya tha, jeans mein daba hua.
Hum balcony mein gaye, crackers jalane. Raat ko lights off karke, hum baithe, aur baatein hone lagi. "Raj, tere pati ki yaad aati hai na?" maine pucha, jaan-bujhkar. Woh thodi serious hui, "Haan, par ab toh habit ho gayi. Kabhi-kabhi akeli raat mein, apne aap ko satisfy kar leti hoon." Meri saansein tez ho gayi. "Kya matlab, didi?" maine pucha, pretending innocence.
Woh sharma gayi, "Arre, tu bada ho gaya hai, samajhta hai na. Kabhi fingers use karti hoon, ya vibrator." Meri aankhein chaunk gayi. Main soch raha tha, "Fuck, meri didi itni wild hai?" Uske words ne mera mind blow kar diya. Hamari baatein ab intimate ho gayi. "Didi, agar koi help chahiye, toh bata," maine kaha, dil dhadakta hua. Woh meri taraf dekhi, uski aankhon mein ek chingari. "Tu kya help karega, bhaiya? Rishta toh hai na."
Par Diwali ki raat, alcohol ne kaam kar diya. Humne whiskey pi, aur baatein sexy ho gayi. "Raj, yaad hai bachpan mein hum sath sote the? Tere lund ko touch karta tha kabhi," usne kaha, laughing but with a tease. Main red ho gaya, "Didi, woh toh bachpan tha." Par ab, mera lund full erect tha. Usne mera haath pakda, "Chalo, bedroom mein baithte hain." Jab hum andar gaye, usne apna pallu gira diya, aur uske chuche almost visible ho gaye. "Raj, mujhe hug karna hai, Diwali ki wish," usne kaha.
Main uske gale lag gaya, aur uska body feel hua—soft, warm, jaise silk. Uski boobs meri chest se press ho rahe the, aur uski saans meri gaal par thi. "Uffff, Raj, yeh kya kar raha hai?" usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein excitement tha. Main uske baal ko smell kiya—coconut oil mixed with sweat from the heat. "Didi, main control nahi kar pa raha," maine whisper kiya. Woh thodi hesitate hui, "Par yeh galat hai, hum bhai-behen hain." Par phir usne mera face pakda aur kiss kar diya.
Woh kiss! Uske lips soft the, jaise honey, aur uski tongue meri tongue se play karne lagi. "Aaaahhhh, Raj," woh moan kari. Main uske saree ko kholne laga, aur uska blouse utar diya. Uski chuche ab open the, pink nipples hard. "Didi, tere chuche itne perfect hain," maine kaha, aur unhe suck karna shuru kar diya. Woh kehti rahi, "Uffff, bhaiya, aur jor se, chus le mere boobs ko." Unka taste—salty sweat and sweetness—mujhe pagal kar raha tha.
Hum bed par gir gaye, aur main uske saree ko full utar diya. Uski choot ab visible thi, shaved and wet. "Raj, pehle mujhe touch kar," usne kaha, uski eyes half-closed. Main uske thighs ko rub kiya, texture smooth jaise velvet, aur uski choot ko finger se explore kiya. "Wet kitni ho gayi hai tu," maine kaha. Woh reply mein, "Haan, tere lund ko dekh ke hi juice nikal aaya." Main uske choot ko lick kiya—taste tangy and addictive, jaise mango pickle with a twist.
"Maar daalo mujhe, Raj," usne chilla ke kaha, aur main ready tha. Mera lund 7-inch ka tha, hard as rock. Main missionary position mein gaya, uske legs spread. "Didi, tayyar?" maine pucha. Woh nodded, "Haan, dal de apna lund." Main dheere se enter kiya, uski choot tight and warm. "Aaaahhhh, kitna bada hai!" woh chilla rahi thi, aur main thrust kar raha tha. Har stroke mein, sound of our bodies slapping echo kar raha tha, jaise wet slaps in the quiet night.
Jab main andar tak gaya, usne apni hips utha ke match kiya. "Uffff, yeh feel, jaise heaven," main soch raha tha. Hum 10 minutes tak aise chudai karte rahe, aur phir maine position change ki. Doggy style mein, usko bed par 4 legs pe bitha ke, main peeche se enter kiya. "Didi, teri gaand itni sexy hai," maine kaha, uske ass ko slap karte hue. Woh moan karti, "Haan, aur jor se, chodo mujhe jaise randi hoon."
After some time, humne break liya, aur woh mera lund suck karne lagi. "Tera lund itna tasty hai," usne kaha, uski tongue se lick karte hue. Main uske baal ko pakad ke guide kar raha tha. Yeh sab 2 hours chala—ek baar oral, phir penetration, aur phir ek aur round. Finally, main uske andar release hua, "Didi, main aa raha hoon!" Aur woh bhi climax pe reach kar gayi, "Aaaahhhh, yes, fill me up!"
Baad mein, hum bed par lete, sweating and panting. "Raj, yeh galat tha, par itna exciting," usne kaha, guilty but happy. Main soch raha tha, "What if she's pregnant? Impregnation from her own brother—taboo to the max." Par yeh raat ne humare rishte ko badal diya. Ab, har Diwali yaad rahegi.
To be continued in Part 2, where we explore more secrets in an OYO hotel...