Papa ne last message bheja tha: “Do hafte. Fridge bhar diya. Ghar jalaana mat.”
AC ki wajah se bill ka dar. Ceiling fan sirf hawa ghumata. June ki garmi deewaron se chipak jaati. Diya apne room mein panty aur oversized tee mein padi thi. Tee upar sarak gayi thi, chhote tight boobs nange. Ek pair khula. Doosra ghutne pe. Phone ke screen ki roshni uski geeli chut par pad rahi thi.
Screen par bhai bahan xxx. Woh wahi search karti thi jab ghar soota tha. Video mein bhai behen ko chod raha tha, behen ke muh par maal daal raha tha. Diya ki do ungliyan apni chut mein theen, angutha clit par. Saans tez. “Rishi… Rishi…” uske muh se nikal raha tha, jaise naam gaali ho.
Darwaza poora band nahi tha.
Rishi hallway se guzra, bottle lene. Awaaz suni. Geeli-geeli, dabi hui, aah… bhai… andar. Woh ruk gaya. Kone se dekha.
Behen. Ungliyan andar-bahar. Phone par bhai-bahan wali porn. Uske naam se moan.
Lund ek second mein pathar.
Usne darwaza dhakke se khol diya.
“Diya.”
Woh uchal gayi. Phone gir gaya. Taangein band karne ki koshish, lekin chut itni geeli thi ki thighs chamak rahi thin. “Rishi—yeh—main nahi—”
Usne phone uthaya. Screen ab bhi chal rahi thi. Bhai bahan. Creampie. Title: bhai bahstoty.
“Yeh dekh rahi thi. Aur mera naam le rahi thi.”
Diya ka chehra laal. “Nikal ja. Please.”
Rishi ne tee upar kar di. Boobs bahar. Nipples khade. “Kitni der se karti hai yeh?”
“Rishi…”
Usne uski taang pakad kar kholi. Do ungliyan seedha usi jagah jahan uski khud ki ungliyan thi. Diya cheekhi. Virgin chut. Tight. Garam. Pani tapak raha tha.
“Itni geeli, aur kehti hai nikal ja.” Usne ungliyan andar ghumayi, clit par angutha ragda. “Aaj ghar khaali hai. Aaj main tera bhai nahi, tera lund hoon.”
Diya rone lagi, lekin kamar uske haath ke peeche dhakke de rahi thi. “Main… main virgin hoon…”
“Pata hai. Isliye ‘taking’ likha tha tune apne notes app mein. Dekh liya kal.”
Usne tee nikaal di. Panty already side thi. Diya ko bed ke kinare ghasit kar baithaya. Khud khada. Shorts neeche. Lund muh ke saamne — mota, naseela, sir se paani tapak raha.
“Muh khol. Pehli lesson. Blowjob.”
Diya kaampte honth. Usne sir chat liya. Khadta. Namak. Phir aur. Rishi ne baal pakad kar dheere ghusaya. “Jeeh neeche. Daant mat lagana. Behen ka muh bhai ke lund ke liye bana hai.”
Woh gag hui. Aankhon se paani. Phir rhythm aaya — choosna, jeebh se veins, haath se jo muh mein nahi ja raha tha. Rishi ne kaha, “Awaaz nikal. Slurp. Porn jaisi.” Diya ne nikaali. Gili, gandi, bhai bahan xxx wali.
Usne nikaala jab muh bharne wala tha. “Ab palat. Gaand upar.”
Diya sharmaayi. Rishi ne use doggy kiya, gaand ke do palon ko khola, aur jeebh uske tight brown chhed par fer di. Diya ne chadar kaati. “Rishi—yeh—aah—”
Lick ass. Usne hole ko geela kiya, jeebh ghusayi, neeche se chut tak chaata, phir wapas gaand. Do ungliyan chut mein, jeebh gaand par. Diya ka virgin body hil raha tha. “Bhai… main jhadne wali hoon…”
“Jhad. Mere muh pe nahi, meri ungliyon pe.”
Woh kaampi. Paani uske haath par beh gaya. Pehla orgasm bhai ki ungliyon aur jeebh se.
Rishi ne drawer se uski satin scarf nikaali. Aankhon par bandhi. Blindfold. Andhera. Sirf sparsh.
“Ab tu meri slut slave hai. Jo kahun, woh. Samjhi?”
Diya ne kaanpa hua “Haan, bhai.”
“Haan, maalik.”
“…Haan, maalik.”
Usne use zameen par ghutnon pe kiya. Blindfold. Muh khula. Lund phir se gale tak. Face-fuck. Thook tapakta. Diya ke boobs hil rahe. Kabhi-kabhi nikal kar gaal pe maarta, phir wapas muh mein.
“Ungli apni chut mein daal jab meri lund choos.” Diya ne daali. Do. Phir teen. Soggy awaaz.
Rishi ne uthaya, bed par litaya, taangein kandhe pe. Lund chut ke muh par ragda. “Yeh last baar hai tu virgin. Bol.”
“Le lo… meri… le lo bhai…”
Usne dheere ghusaya. Sir. Phir aur. Diya ne dard mein daant gade. Rishi ruka, clit choosa, phir ek dhakke mein jhilli paar. Diya cheekhi. Khoon nahi ke barabar, bas tight ki jalan. Phir usne chalana shuru kiya.
Andha. Sirf lund. Sirf bhai ki saans. “Itni tight meri bahan ki chut… saalon se iske neeche soya, aaj andar hoon.”
Tez. Palang ki khat-khat. Diya ke nakhun uski peeth par. “Maalik… aur gehra…”
Usne palat kar use upar bithaya. Cowgirl. Blindfold abhi bhi. Diya hilna nahi jaanti thi; Rishi ne kamar pakad kar use apne lund par uthaya-giraya. Boobs uske muh mein. “Apni chut se maal nikaal. Slave ki tarah.”
Doosra orgasm. Chut ne lund ko jaise nichod liya.
Rishi ne nikaala nahi. Tez dhakke. “Andar. Creampie. Teri pehli load bhai ki.”
Woh jaad gaya. Garam pul andar. Diya ne mehsoos kiya bharna, tapakna. Rishi ne lund andar hi rakha, thoka, aur bhi nikalta raha. Jab nikaala to safed dhaaga uski khuli chut se river ki tarah beha — river of sperm, thighs par, sheet par.
Usne Diya ko ghutnon pe khicha. Blindfold khola nahi. Lund jo ab bhi hard tha, maal se chipchipa, muh ke saamne. “Jeeh bahar.”
Doosri load. Facial. Gaal, honth, jeebh, naak ke neeche. Diya ne choosa jo tip par bacha. Aankhein band, chehra white.
Rishi ne photo nahi li. Sirf dekha. Behen. Virgin nahi. Muh par bhai ka maal. Chut se beh raha.
Do ghante baad bathroom. Usne use shower mein liya. Pani. Phir se ungliyan. Phir se lund. Diya ki peeth sheeshe se chipki. “Ab roz. Jab tak woh wapas na aayein.”
Raat ko usne scarf phir bandhi. “Slut slave raat. Jo order doon.”
Order: gaand chaatna jab tak woh jeebh se thak na jaaye. Phir 69 — Diya upar, chut Rishi ke muh par, lund uske gale mein. Phir doggy, is baar tez, gaand pe thappad. “Bol, meri randi bahan.”
“Randi bahan hoon… bhai ki…”
Teesri load phir andar. Chauthi uske khule muh mein itna ki thook ke saath neeche chin tak river of sperm.
Subah kitchen. Diya sirf uski shirt mein. Shirt ke neeche kuch nahi. Rishi ne use counter par bithaya, nashta chhod, chut chaati. “Maa-Papa ke cup ke saamne meri bahan ka paani.”
Diya ne uske baal pakde. “Aaj raat andha phir se. Aur… gaand bhi degi?”
Rishi muskuraya. “Pehle chut roz. Phir woh. Abhi tu meri open hole hai.”
Usne use wahi counter par khada karke peeche se liya. Dheere, gehra, kaan mein: “Yeh ghar do hafte ka hai. In do hafte mein teri chut meri habit banegi. Wapas aayenge tab bhi tu raat ko meri door ke peeche aayegi. Samjhi, Diya?”
“Haan, maalik.”
Lund ne phir se bhar diya. Cream bahar nikal kar tile par giri.
Fan ghoom raha tha. Ghar khaali. Bahar garmi. Andar bhai bahan story ab search nahi thi. Chal rahi thi.
Diya ne apna phone uthaya, history nahi hatayi. Bas ek note likha:
taken. ab roz. rishi.
Rishi ne peeche se haath uski chut par rakha, jo ab bhi tapak rahi thi. “Good girl. Ab bed. Blindfold nikalunga nahi aaj. Tu andhi meri randi rahegi jab tak shaam na ho.”
Woh chali. Taangein chipchipi. Peeche bhai. Lund phir se khada.
Do hafte.
Koi nahi aa raha tha.
Aur behen ki virginity ghar ke us palang par khatam ho chuki thi — blowjob, ass lick, fingering, slave, creampie, facial, maal ki nadi.
Bhai bahstoty. Bhai bahan xxx.
Ab fiction nahi. Unka din.
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