Mumbai se wapas aayi thi Diwali ki chhuttiyon mein. Mere sasural wale Amritsar ke hain, lekin meri pehli Diwali apne maayke mein thi – hamare Lucknow ke purane makaan mein.
Main Anjali. Shadi ko do saal ho gye the. Mere pati Rohit ek achhe insaan hain, lekin… woh samajhte hi nahi. Unki zindagi mein bas office, Excel sheets, aur SLEEP hi sleep tha. Main jawaan thi, garam thi, lekin unki thandi chhuan se main bhi thandi pad gayi thi.
Mera bhai Arun – College khatam karke ab ghar hi rehta tha, papa ki dukaan sambhalta tha. Bachpan se hi hum dono ki jodi achhi thi. Mujhe “Didi” nahi, “Anju” bulata tha. Main usse “Chotu” bulati thi, lekin ab woh bachcha nahi raha tha.
Jab main ghar aayi, pehli baar usse dekha toh kuch ajeeb sa laga. Maine use last saal Rakhi pe dekha tha, lekin ab woh alag lag raha tha. Daadhi badhi hui thi, baal style mein the. Aur uski nazrein… mujhe dekh ke woh pehle jaisi nahi thi.
“Kya be Anju, Mumbai ka paani suit karta hai kya? Gori ho gayi hai,” Arun ne masti mein kaha, par uski aankhein meri aankhon mein nahi, meri gardan pe thi.
“Chup kar chotu, tu bhi badal gaya hai. Hero lag raha hai ab,” maine uske baal khinchte huye kaha.
Raat ko sone ke time, Papa ne bhai se kaha ki Anjali tere hi kamre mein rahegi, jitna din wo hai aur tu neeche drawing room mein so jaana. Lekin maine mana kar diya. “Arun ko upar hi sone diya, aur main app dono ke saath neeche adjust kar lungi.”
Lekin raat ko mujhe neend nahi aayi. Garmi thi, aur AC sirf upar ke kamre mein tha. 2 baje main upar chad gayi – halki si knock ki, Arun ne darwaza khola.
“Kya hua?”
“Garmi lag rahi hai neeche. Thodi der yahan baith jaun?” maine pucha.
Arun ne side di. Woh shorts mein tha, bina baniyan ke. Uski chest pe halki baal thi, pet tight tha. Maine pehli baar use aise dekha. Aisa nahi hai ki maine pahli baar use es tarah se dekha tha. Lekin aur wo mujhe kuch alag lag raha tha jaise koi ladki ek ladke ko dekhti hai.
Hum dono bed pe baithe, AC chal raha tha. Woh apna phone dekh raha tha, main bhi. Lekin baar baar meri najar uske body pe ja rahi thi – mujhe kuch samaj nahi aa raha tha ki mere sath ye kya ho raha hai.
“Main yahi soo jaaun – niche need nahi lag rahi hai,” maine usse pucha.
Wo meri taraf dekha kuch sochne lga.
Maine phir se kaha, “main jabardasti nahi kar rahi, houn agar bol to main niche floor pe bedsheet bicha ke so jaaungi.”
Ye sunte hi bol pada, “Pagal hai? Bed pe aa ja, pahle bhi toh saath mein sote the,” Arun ne kaha.
Main bed pe aa gayi, lekin thodi si doori banaye rakhi. Lekin neend mein… ya shayad kaise, hum paas aa gaye. Subah jab meri aankh khuli, toh mera sir uski chest pe tha, uska haath meri kamar pe.
Maine hilne ki koshish ki toh woh bhi jag gaya. Dono ek doosre ko dekhe, aur awkward ho gaye.
“Sorry… neend mein…” Arun ne kaha.
“Koi baat nahi,” maine kaha, lekin mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Aur uth ke main niche aa gayi. lekin baar baar mujhe uske saath attraction mahsus ho raha tha.
Agle din ki baat hai. jab main nahane gayi – Maine kapde nikale aur Puri nangi shower ke niche khadi ho gayi, garam paani mere ser se meri peeth pe gir raha tha. Maine aankhein band kar li thi. Tabhi mujhe laga ki koi hai… maine darwaza ki taraf dekha – wahan koi nahi tha, lekin ek shadow gayi thi.
Mera dil dhadka. “Arun?” maine dheere se pucha. Koi jawab nahi aaya.
Maine jaldi se nahaya, towel odha, aur bahar nikal aayi. Arun kitchen mein tha, juice pi raha tha. Normal lag raha tha, jaise wo nahi tha. Lekin mujhe thoda sa doubt tha.
“Tu… abhi bathroom ke paas tha?” maine pucha.
Arun ne juice ka glass rakha. Uska chehra thoda sa laal ho gya. “Nahi toh, yahin tha.”
Par maine uski aankhen dekhi – usmein dar tha, guilty. Maine decide kiya ki ab dhyan rakhungi aagay se. Lekin raat ko jab main so rahi thi, toh mere dimaag mein woh scene aa raha tha – agar Arun ne mujhe dekh liya ho toh? Mujhe nangi dekha? Mera bhai mujhe nangi dekhe… mujhe pta nahi kiyoun gussa nahi aa raha tha. Balki pure sharir mein ek ajeeb si sirhan daud gayi.
Agle do din maine notice kiya ki Arun mujhe alag se dekhta hai. Jab main sari pehnti hoon, uski nazar meri peeth pe rehti hai. Jab main khana banati hoon, woh kitchen mein bahane se aata hai – meri kamar ko dekhta hai. Kisi n kisi bahane se wo mere najdik rah raha hai, aur jab main chalti hoon, Arun ki nazar meri peeche ki taraf hoti hai.
Mujhe gussa nahi aaya. Mujhe… Ye sab soch soch kar maza aane laga. Apne bhai ko aisa karte dekh.
Ek din shaam ko, main terrace pe tahal rahi thi. Arun aaya.
“Anju, yeh le, mummy ne chai bheji hai,” usne ek cup chay ka dete huye bola.
“Thanks,” maine kaha, aur cup uske haath se le liya. Es dauran mujhe pata laga ki meri saree ka pallu gir raha hai, lekin maine rokne ki koshish nahi ki. meri peeth dikhne lagi.
Arun wahin khada raha. Aur mujhe dekh raha tha – uski nazar baar baar mere cleavage pe jaa rahi thi.
“Kya dekh raha hai?” maine pucha, lekin gusse mein nahi, balki ek halki si smile ke saath.
“Kuch nahi,” usne ghabhrate huye kaha, aur mud ke niche chala gaya. Jaise uski chori pakdi gayi ho – woh awkward tha.
Uske jaate he mere man main bahoot sare sawal khade ho gye. maine socha ki yeh galat hai. Main shaadi shuda hoon. Lekin phir maine Rohit ko yaad kiya – woh toh hafte mein ek baar bhi haath nahi lagate. Main jawan thi, mujhe kuch feel chahiye tha. Aur Arun… woh toh mera bhai tha, lekin woh bhi toh ab ek jawan mard ban chuka tha. Mujhe uski nazar mein woh desire dikhti thi jo Rohit mein kabhi nahi dikhi.
Agle din main shaam ko nahane gayi. Is baar maine darwaza band nahi kiya – halka sa khula chhod diya. Main jaan bujhke dheere dheere kapde utar rahi thi, jaise koi dekh raha ho. Maine blouse utara, phir peticot, phir bra… maine aaine mein dekha, aur mujhe pata chala ki bathroom ke darwaze ke peeche ek parchhai hai.
Main nangi khadi rahi, phir shower chalu kiya garam paani girne lga. Maine apne haathon se apne breasts dhone ka natak kiya, unhe dheere dheere dabaya, nipples ko tight kiya. Mujhe pata tha ki Mera bhai mujhe dekh raha tha. Aur main… main soch soch ke gili ho rahi thi.
Maine shower band kiya, towel liya, lekin poora nahi odha. Sirf ek side se bandha, aur bahar nikli.
Arun corridor mein tha, usne mujhe dekha, aur chehra palat liya. Lekin maine uska lund dekha – shorts mein tent bana hua tha.
“Arun,” maine kaha.
Woh mudke dekha. Uski aankhein meri chest pe thi – towel se bahar nikle huye cleavage pe.
“Haan?”
“Meri help kar de na, baal sukha de. Haath mein dard ho raha hai,” maine kaha, aur use apne kamre ki taraf ishara kiya aane ke liye.
Arun shock mein tha. “Main… main kaise?”
“Aaja na, bachpan mein bhi toh tune kiya hai n. Ab kya bada ho gaya toh sharma raha hai?” maine kaha, aur apne kamre mein chali gayi.
Main ander aake comb se baal kheench rahi thi. 5 minutes baad dheere se darwaza khula.
Arun andar aaya. Uski saansein tez chal rahi thi. Main bed pe baithi, towel ab bhi waise hi tha – loose, side se khula.
“Baith,” maine kaha.
Woh bed pe baitha, mere peeche. Maine usse drier di. “Yahan se shuru kar,” maine apni neck pe haath rakha.
Arun ne drier chalaya. Garam hawa mere geele baalon mein. Uske haath kabhi kabhi mere baal se meri neck pe touch hote. Mera poora badan kaanp raha tha.
“Neeche bhi,” maine kaha, aur towel thoda aur khiska diya. Mera poora back ab uske saamne tha – bra ke band pe.
Arun ruk gaya. “Anju… tu…”
“Kya Arun? Maine teri harkatein dekhi hain. Roz mujhe dekhta hai. Bathroom ke bahar khada rehta hai. Mere peeche ki taraf kyun dekhta hai? Bata,” maine pucha, lekin gusse mein nahi, balki halki si awaaz mein.
Arun ka haath kaanp raha tha. “Main… main sorry…”
“Sorry kyun? Maza aata hai dekhne mein?” maine mudke uski aankhon mein dekha.
Woh chup tha. Uski aankhoin main paani aa gya, shayad dar se ya sharm se laal tha.
Maine uska haath pakda, aur apne shoulder pe rakha. “Chu ke dekh. Kaisi lagti hoon?”
“Anju… yeh galat hai,” usne kaha, lekin uska haath mere shoulder per se hataya nahi, haath pura garam tha.
“Galat? Tera lund mujhe dekh ke khada ho raha hai, tab tujhe galat nahi lag raha hai.”
Meri es tarah beparwah bolne ki wajah se usne najre niche kar li, aur bola, “aap ye kaise baat kar rahi houn.”
“Maine Kaisi baat kar rahi houn, jab mujhe nahate huye dekh raha tha. Aur mere aas pass ghum raha tha mujhe chhune ke liye tab tujhe galat nahi lag.”
Arun niche hi sir jhukaye bola. “Tu… tum sab jaanti thi?”
“Pehle din se jaanti hoon. Ab chup kar aur jo karna hai kar,” maine kaha.
Arun ne meri peeth pe haath rakha. kaanpte hue Phir dheere se neeche kiya – meri kamar par, phir dheere dheere towel ke andar… Haat dal diya aur meri gaand ko pakad liya.
“Ahhh…” maine halki si awaz nikali.
“Bahoot Soft hai…” Arun ne kaha, jaise choo ke khud hi hairaan ho gya ho.
“Apni bahan hoon, chhodne ka mann kar raha hai tera?” maine pucha, aur poora towel niche gira diya. Main uske saamne sirf panty mein thi.
Arun ka munh khula ka khula reh gaya. Shayad use yakin nahi ho raha tha. Usne pehli baar kisi ko itne kareeb se dekha tha – wo bhi nanga. Meri chhati uske saamne the, nipples khade lag rahe the, geele baal mere shoulders pe gire huye the.
“Anju… main… main control nahi kar pa raha…” usne kaha.
“Toh mat kar. Aaja,” maine kaha, aur peeche ki taraf let gayi.
Arun ne apni shorts utari. Uska lund bahar aa gya – pura khada salami dete huye. Usne lund ko sahlate huye bola, “kya sach main aaun.”
“Haan chotu. Aa jaa teri Didi aaj teri hai. Chod mujhe,” maine kaha.
Usne meri panty utar di. Aur Meri chut uske saamne thi. Usne pehli baar chut dekhi thi shayad, itne paas se.
Wo meri chut ko badi Gour se dekh raha tha. phir meri taraf dekha. maine kaha, “bas dekhna hai ya kuch karega bhi.”
Usne apni ungli meri chut pe rakhi jaise mujhe karant laga ho main hil gayi.
“Yahan pe?” usne pucha, mere ched pe ungli se sahlate huye.
“Haan. Dheere se daalna. Pehli baar hai tera?” maine pucha.
“Haan…” Usne najre niche karte huye kaha.
“Are sharma kiyoun raha hai” Maine apne haath se uske lund pakda, chut pe lga ke boli, “dheere dheere ander dal.”
usne waisa hi kiya Pehle supada ghusa, phir dheere dheere poora ander dal diya.
“Ooohh fuck… Anju… Kitna garam hai…” Arun chillaya.
“Chup kar aur chod. Dheere dheere,” maine kaha.
Arun ne stroke lagane shuru kiye. Pehle slow, phir speed badhi. Main neeche se bhi hil rahi thi. Uska lund meri chut mein poora ghus raha tha.
“Ah… ah… aur zor se chotu… aur zor se!” maine kaha.
Arun pagal ho gaya. Thap thap thap – uski thighs meri thighs se takra rahi thi. Maine apne haath uski peeth pe rakhe, usse kheench liya. Ab uski chest meri chest se touch ho rahi thi.
“Anju… jhadne wala hoon…” usne kaha.
“Andar mat jhadna… bahar nikaal,” maine kaha.
Lekin Arun ruk nahi paaya. Usne zor se ek jhatka maara, aur poora maal meri chut mein chhod diya.
“Oooohhh shit!” woh chillaya.
Main bhi jhad gayi thi – uske lund ke andar jhadne se hi. Dono ek doosre pe let gaye.
“Sorry… andar nikal gaya…” Arun ne kaha.
“Koi baat nahi” maine muskurate hue kaha.
Uski sanse tej chal rahi thi. maine usko apne gale se chipka liya, wo bhi mere upar hi leta raha.
Jab wo shant hua to usne bola, “ye galat hai n jo humne kiya ab nahi n karengey.”
Maine usko aur apne chaati par dabate huye boli, “Ab roz karenge. Jab tak main yahan hoon, aur kuch bhi galat nahi kiya tune to ye sochna band kar.”
Arun ne mujhe kas ke pakda. “Anju… main tujhse pyaar karta hoon.”
“Main bhi chotu. Lekin yeh sirf hum dono ke beech hai. Samjha? Kisi ko batana nahi” maine kaha.
“Haan,” main usne sir hilaya.
Hum dono ek doosre se chipak ke so gaye. AC chal raha tha, lekin hum dono paseene mein lipte hue the. Meri chut mein uska maal tha, aur meri baahon mein mera bhai – jo ab mera ban chuka tha.