Mera naam Meera Sharma hai. Main 24 saal ki hoon, aur yeh meri zindagi ki sabse crazy aur exciting kahani hai. Woh din jab maine apne bhai Rahul ko pataya… woh din main kabhi nahi bhool sakti.
Rahul mere se 2 saal bada hai. Hum dono Delhi mein rehte hain, ek hi ghar mein, apne parents ke saath. Lekin pichle kuch mahino se kuch badal raha tha mere andar. Shayad hormones, shayad maturity, ya phir bas… woh jo attraction hota hai na, jo control nahi hota.
Dekho, bhai-bahan ka rishta pavitra hota hai. Yeh main jaanti hoon. Lekin jab attraction ho, toh dimaag logic nahi sunta. Aur Rahul… woh alag hi level ka handsome hai. Uski smile… uff! Jab woh shirtless ghar mein ghoomta tha garmiyon mein, toh meri nazar automatically unki taraf chali jaati thi.
Pehle maine ignore kiya. Lekin dheere dheere, main unke baare mein sochne lagi. Raat ko sote waqt, jab main apne room mein hoti thi, toh imagination wild ho jaati thi. Main guilt feel karti thi, lekin control nahi kar paati thi.
Phir ek din decision liya. Bas. Ab aur nahi. Main unhen apna banaungi. Chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye.
Sabse pehle, maine apna dressing sense badla. Pehle main conservative kapde pehnti thi ghar mein. Ab maine short shorts aur tank tops laaye. Ghar mein rehte waqt bra bhi nahi pehnti thi kabhi kabhi. Mujhe pata tha ki woh notice karengay.
Sunday ka din tha. Mummy-Papa buwa ke ghar gaye hue the. Ghar mein sirf main aur Rahul the. Yeh mera chance tha.
Main kitchen mein jaake juice bana rahi thi, jaan-boojhkar ek bahut hi chhoti si shorts pehni hui thi – woh pink wali, jo meri thighs ko bahut sexy dikhati thi. Aur upar ek white tank top, braless.
Rahul living room mein baitha TV dekh raha tha. Main jaan-boojhkar juice leke unke paas gayi.
“Bhaiya, juice piyoge?” Maine pyaari si awaaz mein pucha.
Unki nazar mujhse milne ke bajay seedha meri cleavage par gayi. Haan! Success! Usne turant nazar hata li, lekin maine notice kar liya. Unka chehra thoda laal ho gaya.
“Haan… haan, de do,” woh haklaaye.
Main unke bilkul paas baith gayi. Itni paas ki hamari thighs touch ho rahi thi. Maine jaan-boojhkar aage jhuki aur glass table par rakhne lagi, jisse meri cleavage aur zyada visible ho.
Poora din main aise hi unke aas-paas ghoomti rahi. Kabhi unke saath sofa par chipak kar baith jaati, kabhi unke haath mein kuch chizen dete waqt fingers touch kar deti. Woh uncomfortable lag raha tha, lekin main jaanti thi ki woh notice kar rahe hain.
Raat ko, jab woh apne room mein gaye, toh maine unke door ke paas khade hokar suna. Woh… woh apna haath use kar raha tha.
Main samajh gayi. Main bhi apne room mein gayi aur… well, let’s just say hum dono ne usi raat socha ek doosre ke baare mein.
Agle kuch din maine aur bhi aggressive strategy adopt ki. Jab bhi mauka milta, main unke saath flirt karti. Kabhi unke baalon mein haath phira deti “affectionately,” kabhi unke gaal par kiss kar deti “bhai ke pyaar mein.”
Ek din maine unke phone mein accidentally-on-purpose apni kuch photos daal di – woh bikini wali photos jo maine Goa trip pe li thi. Woh photos waise toh normal thi, lekin thodi suggestive thi.
Sham ko jab woh phone use kar rahe the, toh maine unke chehre par expression dekha. Woh shocked tha, lekin unki nazar photos par tik gayi. Maine living room se pucha, “Kya dekh rahe ho bhaiya?”
“Kuch nahi… woh… tere photos aa gayi phone mein,” woh ghabraaye.
Main muskurayi aur unke paas gayi. “Kaisi lagi? Maine Goa mein li thi. Tight hai na body ab meri?”
Woh mujhe ajeeb se look mein dekhne lage. Maine unki thigh par haath rakh diya. “Sach batao, kaisi lagi?”
“Achhi hai… tu badi ho gayi hai,” woh bole, nazar jhukaake.
“Haan, badi ho gayi hoon. Aur ab mujhe badi ladkiyon wali cheezein chahiye,” maine double meaning mein kaha.
Woh uthkar chale gaye. Lekin main jaanti thi ki unka dimaag ab ghoom raha hai.
Friday ki raat thi. Mammi papa apne room main soo rahe the. Aur Yeh mera golden chance tha.
Maine ek plan banaya. Raat ke 11 baje, maine apne room mein ek candle light lagayi, aur ek bahut hi sexy red nighty pehni – woh transparent si, jo mere curves ko highlight kar rahi thi. Neeche matching red lingerie. Main mirror mein dekhi… main lag rahi thi ek fantasy.
Maine Rahul ko text kiya: “Bhaiya, mere room mein aao na, kuch dikhana hai.”
Kuch minute baad woh aaye. Door knock kiya. Maine kaha, “Come in.”
Jab woh andar aaye, toh unki aankhein badi badi ho gayi. Candle light mein main bed par baithi thi, cross-legged, nighty ka strap gira hua ek shoulder se. Meri legs visible thi, smooth aur waxed.
“Meera… yeh kya…?” woh haklaa ke puche.
“Baitho na, bhaiya,” maine pyaar se kaha, aur bed par haath rakhke side mein jagah banayi.
Woh hesitant ho kar baith gye. Thodi door par. “Kya hua? Sab theek hai?” Unhone pucha.
Maine dheere se unka haath pakda. “Theek toh hai, lekin kuch kehna hai aap se.”
“Kya?”
Maine unki aankhon mein dekha. “Main jaanti hoon ki tum mujhe dekhte ho. Jab main change kar rahi hoti hoon, jab main shorts mein rehti hoon. Main jaanti hoon ki aapne meri photos dekhi phone mein. Aur… mujhe bura nahi lagta.”
Rahul shock mein the. “Meera, yeh tu kya keh rahi hai? Main tera bhai hoon…”
“Janti hoon. Lekin bhai ho toh kya hua? Hum dono adults hain. Aur jo feel kar rahe hain, woh real hai. Main bhi feel karti hoon, Rahul. Bohot time se.”
Maine unka haath apne haath mein le liya aur apne cleavage ke paas le gayi. “Feel karo. Mera dil kitni tezi se dhadak raha hai… Aapke liye.”
Woh resist karne ki koshish ki, lekin unki nazar meri body par thi. “Meera, yeh galat hai…”
“Galat kya hai? Pyaar? Attraction? Yeh natural hai, bhaiya. Aur main chahti hoon ki aaj raat… hum dono yeh explore karein. Sirf ek baar. Agar aapko baad mein guilt ho, toh kabhi repeat nahi karenge. Promise.”
Maine unka haath apne face par rakha. “Please… main aapko chahati hoon. Bohot zyada.”
Woh kuch second tak mujhe dekhte rahe. Phir dheere se unhone mera haath pakda. “Meera… tu pagal hai. Lekin… main bhi… Pagal ho chuka…”
Maine unki baat poori nahi karne di. Main uslnke upar chadh gayi, aur uske honthon par apne honth rakh diye.
Woh kiss… woh kiss alag tha. Pehle toh woh hesitant tha, lekin phir unhone bhi response diya. Unke haath meri kamar par gaye, aur mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. Hum dono ek doosre ko kiss kar rahe the, passionately, like lovers, not siblings.
Maine unki shirt utarni shuru ki. Unhone meri nighty ke straps neeche kiye. Candle light mein hum dono ek doosre ko dekh rahe the. Naked, vulnerable, excited.
“Mujhe darr lag raha hai,” maine sach kaha.
“Mujhe bhi,” unhone kaha, aur mere forehead par kiss kiya. “Lekin ab ruk nahi sakte.”
Unhone mujhe bed par leta diya. Meri nighty upar ki, aur meri red panty aur bra dikhi. Woh mujhe dekh rahe the jaise koi treasure ho.
“Tu bohot khoobsurat hai, Meera,” woh bole.
Phir unhone meri bra ke hooks khol diye. Meri breasts free ho gaye. Unhone dheere se unhe chhua, phir kiss kiya. Main moan karne lagi. Woh pehle dhire dhire, phir tezi se meri breasts suck karne lage. Main unke baalon mein haath daal ke unhen aur paas kheench rahi thi.
“Rahul… please… aur karo,” maine chillaya.
Unhone meri panty bhi utaar di. Aur Main poori naked thi, aur woh sirf underwear mein. Unhone apni underwear bhi utaar di. Main pehli baar unka lund dekha. Itna bada, itna hard. Main dar gayi thodi, lekin zyada excited thi.
“Pehli baar hai?” Unhone pucha.
“Haan,” bhayiya maine kaha.
“Main dhire dhire karunga. Dard hoga thoda, lekin phir maza ayega,” unhone promise kiya.
Bhaiya mere upar aa gaye. Hum dono ki bodies touch ho rahi thi. Skin on skin. Woh mere honthon pe kiss kar rahe the, aur ek haath se meri thigh ko sahlaa rahe the. Phir dheere se unhone apna lund meri entrance par rakha.
“Ready?” Unhone pucha.
Maine haan mein sir hilaaya.
Bhayiya ne ek jhatka diya. Thoda andar gaya. Dard hua, lekin bearable tha. Main chillaayi thodi, toh wo ruk gye. Phir dheere dheere, woh poora andar gaya. Main poori bhar gayi thi. Woh mere andar the, aur yeh feeling… yeh feeling divine thi.
Shuru mein dard tha, lekin phir jab woh andar bahar hone laga, toh maza aane laga. Main unke saath move karne lagi. Hum dono ka rhythm match ho gaya.
“Faster, bhaiya… please,” maine chillaya.
Woh aur tez ho gaya. Bed ki awaazein aa rahi thi. Main moan kar rahi thi, bina control ke. Woh bhi heavy breathing kar raha tha.
“Tu bohot tight hai, Meera… bohot achha lag raha hai,” woh chhodte huye bole.
“Tum bhi bohot ache ho… aur andar… please… deeper,” maine kamar hilate huye kaha.
Unhone meri legs apne shoulders par rakhi, aur aur zyada deep penetration karne lge. Main paagal ho rahi thi. Yeh feeling… yeh connection… kuch alag hi tha. Hum dono ek doosre ki aankhon mein dekh rahe the, aur woh mujhe chod rahe the.
“Meera… main… main jhadne wala hoon,” unhone kaha.
“Andar hi karo… please… mujhe feel karna hai,” maine kaha.
Unhone aur zyada tezi se chodna shuru kar diya. Main climax ke kareeb thi. Mere poori body mein current sa daud raha tha. Phir… ek wave aayi. Main jhad gayi. Poori body vibrate ho rahi thi. Aur usi waqt, Rahul bhi andar hi jhad gaya. Usne ek loud moan kiya, aur poora apna cum mere andar chhod diya.
Hum dono ek doosre se lipte hue the. Poori body pasina pasina thi. Woh mere upar hi pade rahe, aur hum dono saans le rahe the.
“Kaisa laga?” Unhone pucha.
Maine unke gaal par kiss kiya. “Jannat. Bas yahi keh sakti hoon.”
“Regret toh nahi hai?”
“Kabhi nahi. Yeh best experience tha mera. Aur aap ka?”
Woh muskuraye. “Main toh yeh soch raha hoon ki humne itni der kyun lagayi.”
Hum dono hasne lage. Phir unhone mujhe side mein kiya, aur apni baahon mein le liya. Main unke seene par apna sir rakha, uski heartbeat sun rahi thi.
“Kal se kya?” maine pucha.
“Kal se? Agar tu chahe, toh yeh continue karenge. Agar nahi, toh yeh ek raat ki baat rahegi. Teri marzi,” unhone kaha.
Maine uski taraf dekha. “Main chahti hoon ki yeh continue rahe. Bas mom dad ko pata nahi chalna chahiye, lekin… main tumse pyaar karti hoon, Rahul. Sachi wali.”
Unhone mere baalon mein haath phiraya. “Main bhi, Meera. Hamesha se. Bas samajh nahi aa raha tha ki yeh kaise possible hai.”
“Ab possible hai. Aur ab main tumhein kisi aur ko pass jaane nahi dungi,” maine kaha.
Woh muskuraya aur mujhe aur apne paas kheench liya.
Maine unke lund ko pakad kar sahlane lagi.
Woh samajh gaye, ki main phir se chudna chahati houn. Unhone mujhe phir se kiss kiya, aur haath meri thighs par le gaye. Main already wet thi. Woh jaante the ki main ready hoon.
Unka bhi lund dhere dhere pura khada ho gya tha.
Is baar woh peeche se aaye. Doggy style mein. Unhone mujhe pillows par jhuka diya, aur peeche se apna lund andar daal diya. Yeh position aur zyada deep thi. Main chilla rahi thi, aur maza le rahi thi.
“Teri gaand bhi bohot mast hai, Meera,” unhone kaha, aur meri gaand par thappad maara.
“Aah! Aur maaro… please,” maine kaha.
Unhone aur thappad maare. Aur Hum dono wild ho gaye the. Woh mujhe chod raha tha jaise koi animal, aur main enjoy kar rahi thi har second.
“Rahul… main phir se jhadne wali hoon… please mat ruko aur tej chodo mujhe,” maine kaha.
Woh aur tez ho gaye. Main jhad gayi, aur woh bhi mere saath hi jhad gaye. Is baar unhone apna cum meri back par nikaala.
Woh din tha jab maine apne bhai ko pataya. Aur Aaj 1 mahine ho gaye hain. Hum ab bhi chhup chhup kar milte hain. Mom aur dad ko kuch nahi pata. Aur yeh hamara secret hai.
Kabhi kabhi guilt hota hai. Lekin jab woh mujhe dekhte hai us nazar se, jab woh mujhe chodte hai, toh sab guilt khatam ho jaata hai. Yeh sirf sex nahi hai. Yeh pyaar hai. Galat ho sakta hai duniya ke hisaab se, lekin hum dono ke liye yeh perfect hai.
Aur haan, ab main kabhi unke saath ladti nahi hoon. Kyunki ab woh sirf mere bhai nahi, mera lover bhi hai. Aur jo maza bhai se chudwane mein hai, woh kisi aur se nahi.
Yeh thi meri kahani. Meera Sharma ki kahani. Ye Ek bahan ki kahani, jisne apne bhai ko pataya, aur apni zindagi ka sabse passionate rishta banaya.
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