Bike Par Chipki Huyi Behan

Mera naam Aditya hai. Umra pachchis. Delhi se padhai khatam karke main gaon laut aaya tha. Hamara joint family tha—baba-dadi, chacha-chachi, aur meri phupheri behan Riya. Khoon se chacheri nahi, lekin bachpan se ek hi aangan mein pale-badhe the. Main usse “Didi” kehta tha, woh mujhe seedha “Aditya”.

Riya ki umra chaubis. Gori, lambe kaale baal, aur jism aisa ki gaon ki ladkiyan chupke se jalaya karti thin. Paanch foot chheh. Kamr patli, hips gol-gol, aur chhatiyaan itni bhari hui ki saadi ka pallu baar-baar khisak jaata. Garmiyon mein jab woh salwar-kameez pehanti, to kameez ke button tanav mein rehte. Mujhe pata tha woh jaanti hai ki main usse dekh raha hoon. Phir bhi kabhi kuch nahi kehti thi.

Garmiyon ki chuttiyan shuru ho gayi. Papa-mummy teerth yatra par chale gaye. Chacha-chachi sasural. Ghar mein sirf baba-dadi, Riya aur main. Baba-dadi zyadatar aangan ya apne kamre mein rehte. Riya aur main aksar akele pad jaate.

Pehla din. Subah. Main chhat par leta tha. Riya naha kar aayi—safed salwar-kameez, baal khule. Kameez thodi geeli thi. Paani ki boondein uski gardan se chhati tak sarakti hui. Usne mujhe dekha aur muskurayi.

“Aditya, utho. Chai pi lo.”

Main uth gaya. Uske chhatiyon ka ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha. Nipples thode kade the—shayad thande paani ki wajah se. Maine nazar hata li, lekin woh tasveer dimag mein baith gayi.

Din bhar hum paas-paas rahe. Dopahar ko baba so gaye. Riya kamre mein padh rahi thi. Main uske paas gaya, bistar par baith gaya. Uske jaangh par salwar thodi upar khisak gayi thi. Gori jaangh chamak rahi thi.

“Didi, kuch poochhun?”

Usne kitaab band ki. “Kya?”

“Tum shaadi kyun nahi kar rahi?”

Riya hans di. “Kyun? Tumhe jaldi hai?”

“Nahi… bas poocha.”

Usne meri taraf dekha. Aankhon mein kuch tha. “Tum bhi to nahi kar rahe.”

Main chup raha. Kamra garm tha. Pankha dheere ghoom raha tha. Riya ki saansein saaf sunai de rahi thin. Uske kameez ka upri button khula tha—gale ki haddi aur thodi si darar dikh rahi thi.

Raat ko hum dono chhat par baithe. Chand nikla tha. Riya boli, “Aditya, yaad hai bachpan mein tum mujhe chidhate the?”

“Haan.”

“Ab nahi chidhate.”

“Ab bade ho gaye.”

Usne mera haath pakad liya—sirf ek pal ke liye. Phir chhod diya. Lekin woh sparsh mere pure shareer mein utar gaya.

Doosra din. Riya ke kaan mein dard tha. Doctor ke paas jaana tha. Gaon se kasbe tak bike par. Maine bike nikali. Riya peeche baithi—salwar mein. Usne kamar mein haath daal kar pakad liya. Uske chhatiyaan meri peeth se sat gayi—naram, garm. Har dhakke ke saath dabti thin.

Maine dhyan se gaadi chalayi, lekin mann bhatak raha tha. Uske saansein mere gale par pad rahi thin. Kabhi-kabhi woh apna matha meri peeth par tika deti.

Wapas aate waqt bhi wahi haal. Uske jaanghein meri jaanghon se ragad kha rahi thin. Bike ke vibration se woh aur chipak gayi. Ghar pahuchte-pahuchte mera lund bilkul khada ho chuka tha. Main jaldi se bathroom chala gaya.

Raat ko padhne baithe. Ek hi kamre mein, do bistar. Lekin Riya boli, “Aditya, aaj ek saath baithkar padhte hain. Akela accha nahi lagta.”

Main uske bistar par baith gaya. Kitaab kholi, lekin dhyan nahi lag raha tha. Riya ki saadi ka pallu khisak gaya tha. Uske kamar nangi dikh rahi thi—gori, chikni. Maine nazar pher li.

Riya ne achanak kaha, “Tumhe meri body acchi lagti hai na?”

Main chaunk gaya. “Kya?”

“Sach batao.”

Maine dheere se kaha, “Haan.”

Usne muskurakar kitaab band kar di. “Mujhe bhi tumhari.”

Kamre mein sannata. Pankha chal raha tha. Bahar kutte bhaunk rahe the. Riya mere kareeb aa gayi. Uske jaangh meri jaangh se sat gayi.

“Kya kar rahe ho?” maine fusfusaya.

“Kuch nahi.” Usne mera haath pakda aur apni jaangh par rakh diya.

Maine haath hataya. “Didi… yeh galat hai.”

“Kyun?” uski awaaz dheemi thi. “Hum bade ho gaye hain. Koi nahi dekh raha.”

Maine uski aankhon mein dekha. Unmein chahat thi, darr bhi tha—lekin chahat zyada.

Maine phir se haath rakha. Uske jaangh naram thi. Maine dheere-dheere upar sarkaaya. Salwar ke andar. Riya ki saans tez ho gayi.

“Aah…”

Mera haath uske jaangh ke andaruni hisse par tha—garm, thodi si nami. Maine aur upar badhaya. Ungliyan uski chut ke bahar wali jagah par pahunch gayi, kapde ke upar se.

Riya ne aankhein band kar li. “Aur…”

Maine dheere se dabaya. Uske chut garm thi. Kapda geela hone laga tha.

“Riya…” maine pehli baar “Didi” nahi kaha.

Usne meri taraf munh kiya. Honth khule the. Maine uske honthon par apne honth rakh diye. Pehla chumban—dheema, phir gehra. Jeebh mili. Riya ki jeebh garm aur geeli thi. Usne mere baalon mein haath daal diya.

Chumban lamba chala. Maine uske honth choose. Neeche gardan par. Usne sar peeche kiya. Maine uski gardan chaati—namak jaisa swaad.

Mera haath uske kameez ke andar chala gaya. Bra ke upar se chhati dabayi—badi, bhaari. Nipple kada tha. Maine bra ka hook khola. Chhatiyaan bahar aa gayi—gol, gulabi nipple.

Maine munh laga diya. Ek nipple munh mein liya, dheere se choosa. Riya ki kamar uth gayi.

“Aahh… Aditya… dheere…”

Maine aur zor se choosa. Jeebh se ghumaya. Doosra nipple bhi. Dono haathon se dabate hue—doodh jaisa naram, lekin kasa hua.

Riya ke haath mere lund par chale gaye, pant ke upar se. Usne dabaya. “Kitna sakht ho gaya…”

Maine uski salwar kheench di, neeche utaar di. Panty geeli thi—beech mein kaala dhabba. Maine panty bhi utaar di. Uske chut saamne thi—baal thode, gulabi, phooli hui, beech se paani chamak raha tha.

Maine ungli se chhua—geela, chipchipa. Ungli andar daali. Aasani se ghus gayi. Riya ne karaahte hue kaha, “Aahh… haan…”

Do ungliyan. Andar-bahar. Uske chut sikud rahi thi. Paani aur badh raha tha. Meri hatheli geeli ho gayi.

Main neeche jhuka. Jeebh lagayi. Uske chut ka swaad—thoda khatta, meetha. Maine choosna shuru kiya. Clit par jeebh ghumayi. Riya ke dono haath mere sar par the.

“Ummm… aahh… aur… wahan… haan… chooso…”

Maine zor se choosa. Jeebh andar daali. Uske paani ko piya. Riya ki taangein kaanp rahi thin. Uske awaaz badh gayi.

“Aahh Aditya… main… main aane wali hoon…”

Maine ungliyan tez ki. Jeebh clit par. Riya ka shareer akad gaya. Uske chut se paani ka fawwara sa nikal aaya. Mera munh bhar gaya. Usne zor se karaahte hue orgasm kiya.

“Aaaahh… haan… haan…”

Maine uske paani ko chaatte hue saaf kiya. Phir upar aaya. Apne kapde utaare. Lund bahar nikal aaya—saat inch, mota, nason se bhara, aage se paani tapak raha tha.

Riya ne dekha. Haath badhaya, pakda, dheere se hilaya. “Kitna bada…”

Maine uske upar chadha. Lund uske chut ke munh par rakha. Dheere se dhakka diya. Sira andar gaya. Riya ki aankhein badi ho gayi.

“Aahh… dheere… bahut tight…”

Maine aur dhakka diya. Aadha andar. Phir poora. Uske chut ne mujhe jakad liya—garm, geela, sikudta hua.

Main ruka. Uske aankhon mein dekha. “Dard?”

“Nahi… accha lag raha hai… hilao…”

Maine dheere-dheere hilana shuru kiya. Andar-bahar. Har dhakke ke saath uske chhatiyaan kaanpti. Maine ek chhati munh mein li, chooste hue chodne laga.

Riya ki awaazein kamre mein goonj rahi thin.

“Aahh… aahh… aur zor… haan… wahan… gehra…”

Maine raftaar badhayi. Uske pair meri kamar ke charon or lipat gaye. Aediyan meri peeth mein dhas gayi. Maine aur gehrai tak dhakke maare. Uske chut paani chhod rahi thi. Har baar nikalte time plop ki awaaz.

Lamba foreplay ke baad yeh chudai chal rahi thi. Maine position badli. Use ghodi bana diya. Peeche se ghusaya. Uske gaand gol-gol. Maine thappad maara. Phir dono haathon se kamar pakad kar zor-zor se dhakkele.

“Ummph… aahh… Aditya… maaro… aur maaro…”

Uske chut aur geeli ho gayi. Paani jaanghon tak beh raha tha. Maine ek haath aage badha kar clit dabaya. Riya paagal ho gayi.

“Aaaahh… main phir se… aa rahi hoon…”

Uske shareer kaanpa. Chut ne mere lund ko nichoda. Paani aur nikla. Main ruka nahi. Chodta raha.

Phir use upar baithaya. Riya ne khud ko mere lund par baithaya. Upar-neeche hone lagi. Uske chhatiyaan mere munh ke saamne. Maine dono choose. Usne mere baal pakad liye.

“Chooso… zor se chooso… aahh…”

Maine nipples ko daanton se halka sa kaata. Riya aur tez hilne lagi. Uske chut se paani mere pet par tapak raha tha.

Hum ghanton tak bane rahe. Kabhi missionary, kabhi side se, kabhi main baitha, woh god mein. Har baar foreplay dohrate. Main uske chut chaatta. Woh mere lund ko munh mein leti—dheere-dheere choosti, gale tak le jaati, laar behti. Phir wapas chodna.

Riya ki awaazein kabhi dheemi, kabhi tez.

“Aahh… umm… haan… wahan… mat nikalo… andar hi… aahh…”

Main bahar nahi nikala. Uske chut ke andar hi jhad gaya. Garm veerya ki dhaar. Riya ne mehsoos kiya aur phir se orgasm kar gayi. Hamari milawat beh nikal aayi. Bistar geela ho gaya.

Hum lete rahe. Paseene se latpath. Saansein tez. Riya ne mera sar apni chhati par rakh diya.

“Aditya… yeh sirf ek baar nahi hoga.”

Maine uske nipple ko chooma. “Nahi. Har raat.”

Agle kai din yahi silsila chala. Subah baba-dadi ke sone ke baad. Dopahar. Raat. Kabhi chhat par. Kabhi bathroom mein. Kabhi khet ke kinare jhaadiyon mein.

Ek dopahar. Baarish ho rahi thi. Hum kamre mein band the. Riya nangi leti hui. Main uske shareer par tel laga raha tha—chhati se lekar jaangh tak. Phir ungliyan uske chut mein. Teen ungliyan. Failte hue. Paani aur tel milkar chamak raha tha.

Maine apna lund uske gaand ke ched par rakha. Dheere se. Riya ne sar hilaya. “Dheere…”

Maine ghusaya. Tight. Bahut tight. Dheere-dheere poora andar. Phir hilane laga. Riya ki chut ko ek haath se sehlate hue. Woh dono chedon se bhar gayi thi.

“Aahh… dono… dono jagah… maaro… aahh Aditya…”

Maine dono jagah baari-baari. Phir ek saath ungliyan aur lund. Riya paagalon ki tarah karaah rahi thi. Uske shareer kaanp raha tha. Paani ki baadh.

Raat ko phir se. Lamba foreplay. Maine use kursi par baithaya. Taangein failakar. Ghutnon ke bal baithkar uske chut chaati. Ghanton. Jeebh thak gayi. Lekin Riya ke paani ka swaad leta raha. Woh teen baar aa chuki thi. Phir bhi maang rahi thi.

“Aur chaato… meri chut sookhne mat do… aahh…”

Maine lund uske munh mein diya. Usne choosa—gehri. Laar beh rahi thi. Gale ki awaazein. Phir maine use bistar par litaya. Pair kandhon par rakhe. Gehrai tak dhakke. Har dhakke ke saath uske chhatiyaan uchhalti. Nipples kade.

“Maaro… zor se maaro… meri chut phaad do… aahh aahh…”

Maine zor lagaya. Bistar charamra raha tha. Deewar se takra rahi thi. Riya ki awaaz pure ghar mein goonj sakti thi. Lekin baba-dadi door kamre mein the.

Ant mein dono ek saath aaye. Mera veerya uske chut mein bhar gaya. Bahar beh nikal aaya—safed, gaadha. Uske jaanghon par fail gaya. Maine ungli se liya aur uske munh mein daal diya. Usne choos liya.

Hum nahaaye. Phir se shuru. Subah tak.

Agle hafte papa-mummy lautne wale the. Lekin un dinon mein humne jitna ho saka, liya. Har kona. Har position. Lamba-lamba foreplay. Chumban. Chaatna. Choosna. Ungliyan. Lund. Chut. Gaand. Sab.

Riya ki chut hamesha geeli rehti. Jaise hi main chhoota, paani nikal aata. Mera lund hamesha taiyaar. Hum baatein karte. Hanste. Phir shareer mil jaate.

Ek raat Riya ne kaha, “Aditya, tumne meri hawas jaga di. Ab yeh aag nahi bujhegi.”

Maine uske honth choome. “To jalne do. Saath mein.”

Aur hum jalte rahe. Bistar par. Farsh par. Deewar se satkar. Paani ki bouchaaron ke neeche. Har baar naya. Har baar aur gehra. Har baar aur geela.

Kahaani yahin nahi khatam hui. Gaon chhodkar shehar gaye. Alag flat liya. Lekin woh hawas ki aag saath chali gayi. Har raat. Har subah. Lambe foreplay ke saath. Karaahon ke saath. Paani ke saath.

Riya ab sirf didi nahi rahi. Woh meri aurat ban gayi. Aur main uska aadmi.