Rasila aur Kavita – Behn Behn ka Lesbian Incest Pyaar
Rajkot ki bari haveli mein Rasila baithi thi jhoola pe. Heavy silk ghagra-choli pehni hui, pure Kutchi mirror-work se saji hui, haathon mein pure sona ke bangles. Aankhon mein aansu. Husband Ahmedabad gaya hua tha diamond conference ke liye, aur dil mein ek ajeeb si jalan thi. Uski chhoti behn Kavita…
Kavita. Jo hamesha uske husband ko dekh ti thi badi badi aankhon se. Jo kehti thi, “Behn, yeh ghar, yeh aadmi, yeh zindagi… sab kuch tere paas hai. Mere paas sirf pipe-wrench hai.”
Doorbell baji. Garba tune pe. Rasila bhaagi darwaze ki taraf.
Kavita khadi thi – khaki overalls, andar colourful kurta, aviator sunglasses, aur haath mein chamakti hui silver pipe-wrench. Sunglasses utare slow motion mein.
“Namaste, Behnba,” Kavita boli, awaaz mein ek ajeeb sa intensity. “Urgent complaint aayi thi. Race Course Road side ki line block ho gayi hai.”
Rasila ne dramatic andaaz mein pillar pakda. “Hai Bhagwan, Kavita! Tu aa gayi! Main akeli hoon is badi haveli mein. Kitchen sink overflow kar raha hai jaise Aji river monsoon mein!”
Kavita andar aayi, seene ko upar kiya. “Koi block itna tight nahi hota ki Rajkot ki ladki na khol sake. Dikha kahan paani bigad raha hai.”
Kitchen mein gaye. Marble counter chamak raha tha. Ek boond paani tap se giri. Kavita ne tap ignore kiya. Seedha sink ke neeche slide ho gayi. Upar dekhte hue boli:
“Baapa re, Behnba… is room ka emotional pressure water pressure se zyada hai. Tere pipes bilkul dry hain.”
Rasila haath-pankha se hawa karte hue boli, “Saurashtra ki garmi hai ya teri civic duty ki intensity?”
Kavita bahar nikli, wrench counter pe de mari – CLANG. “Meri dedication hai, Behnba. Asli plumber sirf steel pipes nahi theek karti. Dil ki loneliness bhi theek karti hai.”
Usne Rasila ka haath pakda. Haath aamras se chipchipa tha.
“Tere haath itne strong hain tools pakadne se,” Rasila ne kaha, awaaz kaamp ti hui. “Meri peda khaane aur serial dekhne wali zindagi bekaar lagti hai.”
Kavita ne uska chehra thama. “Main tujhe asli meethas doongi, Rasila. Municipal complaint bhool ja. Terrace pe chal. City skyline dekhte hain.”
Rasila ki saans tez ho gayi. “Haan, Kavita… mere blockages tod de. Meri plumbing forever theek kar de!”
Brass pot of gathiya gir gaya. Dono ki aankhein milin. Kavita ne pehle kiss kiya – gehra, bhookha, behn hone ke bawajood.
Rasila ne pehle resist kiya, phir response diya. “Hum toh behnein hain… yeh paap hai…”
“Paap nahi, pyaar hai,” Kavita ne kaha aur uska ghagra upar kar diya. Neeche kuch nahi tha. Rasila ki chikni, gili chut nazar aayi.
Kavita ne usse kitchen counter pe bitha diya, pair failaye, aur jeebh se pehli baar apni hi behn ki chut chaati. Rasila cheekhi, bangles khanakne lage.
“Kavita… haan… aise… behn ki tarah mat, aurat ki tarah chaat!”
Kavita ne do ungliyan andar daali, jeebh clitoris pe ghumayi. Rasila ki kamar uthne lagi. Pehla orgasm kitchen mein hi aa gaya – pair kaampte hue, aamras wali ungliyan Kavita ke baalon mein.
Phir dono terrace pe bhaage. Sham ka time tha. Kavita ne overalls utaar diye. Kurta bhi. Uske bhi bade, firm boobs the, dark nipples. Rasila ne pehli baar apni behn ke boobs ko mouth mein liya, choosa, kaata.
“Main tere husband ko chahti thi,” Kavita ne confess kiya jab Rasila uske boobs pe thi. “Lekin ab main tujhe chahti hoon. Teri chut, tere boobs, teri awaaz jab tu meri jeebh pe jhati hai.”
Rasila ne usse neeche dhakela. Ab Rasila ne Kavita ki chut chaati – pehli baar kisi ladki ki, apni hi chhoti behn ki. Kavita ke thighs uske sar ko dabane lage.
“Behn… aur gehra… haan… apni jeebh andar kar!”
Dono ne 69 kiya terrace pe, city lights ke saamne. Rasila upar, Kavita neeche. Ek dusre ki chut chaatte, chooste, ungliyan andar-bahar. Kavita ne Rasila ke gaand mein bhi ungli daali. Rasila cheekhi lekin roki nahi.
Raat bhar chalta raha. Master bedroom mein, jahaan Rasila ka husband sota tha, dono nangi leti thin. Kavita ne strap-on nikaala jo bag mein chhupa ke laayi thi – bada, black, nukiila.
“Yeh usse bada hai jo tera pati rakhta hai,” Kavita boli. Rasila ne nod kiya. Kavita ne dheere-dheere andar daala. Rasila ki aankhein band ho gayin.
“Fuck… Kavita… behn… itna gehra…”
Kavita ne zor se pelna shuru kiya. Silk sheets phisal rahe the. Rasila ke boobs uchhal rahe the. Kavita ne uske nipples ko kaata, gale mein daant gaade, aur continuous gaaliyan di:
“Meri randi behn… meri personal chut… ab se sirf main tujhe chodegi. Pati ko bhool ja. Main tera plumber bhi hoon, tera aashiq bhi, teri behn bhi.”
Rasila aa gayi, phir se, phir se. Kavita ne strap-on nikaala, Rasila ke muh mein de diya, phir wapas chut mein. Baad mein dono ne scissoring kiya – chut se chut ragadte hue, gili awaazein nikalte hue.
Subah hone ko aayi. Kavita ne Rasila ke baal sehte hue kaha, “Main ab is ghar se nahi jaaungi. Pati jab aayega, usse bhi bata denge. Ya chhupa ke rakhlenge. Jo tu kahe.”
Rasila ne uske lips pe kiss kiya. “Pehle aur chod. Phir sochenge.”
Kavita muskurayi, phir se Rasila ke upar chadh gayi. Is baar bina strap-on ke, sirf ungliyan, jeebh, aur apni chut. Lesbian incest ka naya din shuru ho chuka tha Rajkot ki is haveli mein.
Subah ke pehle hi roshni mein Kavita ne Rasila ko phir se jagaaya. Rasila abhi bhi nangi thi, silk sheets mein lipati hui, gale pe Kavita ke daant ke nishaan, thighs pe geele geele nishaan.
“Behnba,” Kavita ne kaan mein saans lete hue kaha, “abhi soona nahi. Main abhi bhi hard feel kar rahi hoon… andar se.”
Usne Rasila ke pair failaye aur seedha jeebh se shuru kiya. Is baar dheere, bahut dheere. Clitoris ko sirf tip se touch karti, phir poori jeebh se chaatti. Rasila ki kamar turant uth gayi.
“Kavita… saali… itni subah se… aahh…”
Kavita ne do ungliyan andar daali – is baar teesri bhi try ki. Rasila ki chut ne accept kar liya. Ungliyan ghumti thin, jeebh bahar, kabhi gaand ke ched ko bhi chaatti. Rasila ke bangles phir se khanakne lage jab usne chadar pakad li.
Pehla subah ka orgasm itna zor se aaya ki Rasila ki aankhon se paani nikal aaya. Kavita ne uska poora ras chaat liya, muh pe laga ke Rasila ko kiss kiya taaki woh khud apna taste le.
“Dekh, kitni meethi hai teri chut,” Kavita boli. “Pati ko kabhi itna gehra nahi chatai hogi tune.”
Rasila sharmaayi nahi. “Nahi… usse itna pasand nahi tha. Tu… tu alag hai, behn.”
Kavita ne strap-on phir se pehna. Is baar Rasila ne khud usse lagaaya, buckle tight kiya, phir apne muh mein liya. Kaafi der tak chusa, aankhen upar utha ke Kavita ko dekhti hui. Kavita ke haath Rasila ke baalon mein the.
“Acchi ladki… apni hi behn ka dildo choos rahi hai,” Kavita ne gaali di, lekin awaaz pyaar se bhari thi. “Ab let ja. Aaj main tujhe todungi.”
Rasila let gayi. Kavita ne pair uske kandhon pe rakh diye aur dheere-dheere poora strap-on andar tak daal diya. Rasila ki saans ruk gayi.
“Itna… gehra… Kavita… behn… ruk ja… nahi… mat ruk…”
Kavita ne pelna shuru kiya – pehle slow, phir medium, phir bilkul jhatke daar. Har dhakke pe Rasila ke boobs uchhalte, gold necklace uske gale mein bounce karta. Kavita ne jhuk ke uske nipples ko kaata, choosa, thook lagaaya.
“Bol, kiski randi hai tu?”
“Teri… sirf teri behn ki randi…”
“Pati ka kya?”
“Pati ko bhool gayi… ab sirf tu… bas tu chod…”
Kavita ne uske gale pe haath rakha, halka dabaya, aur tez kiya. Rasila continuous aa rahi thi – ek ke baad ek. Chut se awaazein aa rahi thin, geeli-geeli, chipchipi. Kavita ne ek haath se uski gaand mein ungli daal di. Rasila cheekhi, lekin pair aur khol diye.
Baad mein dono ne position change kiya. Rasila upar baith gayi, cowgirl. Khud ko upar-neeche karne lagi, boobs Kavita ke muh mein thuste hue. Kavita ne unhe choosa, kaata, beech mein se dabaya.
“Mere boobs bhi terese bade hain kya?” Rasila ne haske poocha.
“Haan, Behnba… tere heavy silk wale boobs… main inhe roz choosungi ab.”
Rasila ne tez kiya. Strap-on poora andar-bahar. Phir woh jhuk gayi, Kavita ke upar, aur dono ne tightly hug karke grind kiya. Clit se clit ragad. Dono ek saath aa gaye – pair kaampte, awaazien dabakar, kyunki naukar log neeche the.
Shaam tak dono ne ghar ke har hisse mein kiya.
Jhoola pe – Rasila jhoola pe baithi, pair khule, Kavita neeche baith ke chaat ti rahi jab tak Rasila do baar nahi aa gayi.
Bathroom mein – shower ke neeche, sabun laga ke ek dusre ki body ko masla, ungliyan, jeebh, phir strap-on se khade-khade. Paani girta raha, moans echo karti rahi.
Rasila ke dressing room mein – pure sheeshe ke saamne. Kavita ne usse khada karke peeche se choda, baal pakad ke, aur bolti rahi, “Dekh sheeshe mein… dekh kaise teri behn tujhe chod rahi hai. Itni sundar randi ban gayi hai tu mere liye.”
Raat ko phir se bedroom. Ab bina strap-on ke. Sirf body. Rasila ne Kavita ko litaya aur uski chut pe baith gayi – facesitting. Kavita ki jeebh andar tak. Rasila ne apne boobs dabaye, nipples bhi ghumaye, aur boli:
“Main tujhe apne pati se zyada chahti hoon ab. Yeh incest… yeh paap… mujhe aur chahiye.”
Kavita ne neeche se kaha, muh chut se bhara hua, “Main bhi… main hamesha se teri body dekh ti thi. Jab tu ghagra pehenti thi, jab teri cleavage nazar aati thi… main bheeg jaati thi.”
Dono ne raat bhar baatein ki, choda, chaata, ungliyaan ki. Kabhi hasi, kabhi royi (pyaar mein), kabhi bahut gandi gaaliyan di.
Subah phir se jab Kavita ne overalls pehne, Rasila ne usse rok liya.
“Mat ja. Aaj mat ja. Pati kal aayega. Usse pehle… aur ek baar. Poori tarah se.”
Kavita ne overalls phenke, phir se nangi ho gayi, aur Rasila ko bed pe gira diya.
“Theek hai, Behnba. Aaj main tujhe itna chodungi ki tu chal bhi nahi paayegi jab tera pati aayega. Teri chut meri yaad se bhari rahegi.”
Aur phir se shuru ho gaya – gehra, geela, behn-behn wala, bilkul incest, bilkul lesbian, bilkul raw.
Kavita ne Rasila ko litaya, pair failaye, aur is baar teen ungliyan andar daal di. Rasila ki chut ne unhe pura le liya. Kavita ki jeebh clitoris pe continuous gol-gol ghum rahi thi. Rasila ke haath neeche jaake Kavita ke baal pakad rahe the.
“Aur zor se… haan saali… apni behn ki chut tod de…”
Kavita ne ungliyan tezi se andar-bahar ki, phir suddenly nikaal ke Rasila ki gaand pe thappad maara. Phir wapas chut mein. Rasila continuous jhatke le rahi thi.
Jab Rasila aa gayi, Kavita ne uska ras poora muh mein bhara, phir upar aake uske muh mein thook diya. Rasila ne nigal liya.
“Acchi ladki,” Kavita ne kaha. “Ab meri baari. Tu chaat.”
Rasila ne position change kiya. Ab woh Kavita ki chut pe thi. Usne pehle boobs se ragda, phir jeebh daali. Kavita ke thighs tight ho gaye.
“Haan Behnba… aise hi… apni chhoti behn ki chut saaf kar… deep… aur deep…”
Rasila ne uski gaand bhi chaati. Kavita cheekhi. Phir Rasila ne do ungliyan Kavita ki chut mein, ek gaand mein, aur jeebh clitoris pe. Kavita itni tezi se aayi ki usne Rasila ke sar ko apne thighs se dabaa liya.
Baad mein dono side by side leti, ek dusre ki chut mein ungliyaan dale hue, ek dusre ko kiss karte hue, slow but continuous fingering. Kabhi tezz, kabhi bilkul dheere. Do-teen baar aur aaye.
Aakhir mein Kavita ne kaha, “Main job chhod doongi. Is haveli mein rehungi. Naukar ban ke, ya didi ban ke, ya teri secret biwi ban ke. Jo tu kahe. Lekin yeh chut… yeh boobs… yeh awaaz… ab sirf meri hai.”
Rasila ne uske lips pe soft kiss kiya. “Haan. Sirf teri. Pati ko hum manage kar lenge. Tu reh. Aur roz mujhe aise hi chod.”
Kavita muskurayi. Usne phir se Rasila ke upar khud ko set kiya, clit se clit milaya, aur slow grinding shuru kiya. Bahar Rajkot jag raha tha. Andar do behnein, nangi, geeli, ek dusre mein khoi hui, apna naya incest wala jeevan shuru kar chuki thin.
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